#thoughtsofapoet

[melodyblossom22]

in the dark. cold. nights of my life; you were my light. my warmth. to remind me; I am not invincible. I am but a fragile fragment of glitter. kaleidoscope eyes✨️🗝💖

[tincanpenman]

READ FULL POEM BELOW ----------------------------------------------- Remember that afternoon? Early November; it was snowing in Denver; The embers from eye's crescent corner Lit flames across the room. The roaring blaze, like deafening monsoon Heard only by him and her: Me and you. Cue the music, play the reel real slow - Frame by frame, click by click, Upon the dry-erase time-board let these marks stick To depict how we moved - bodies on tow Through showers of April and flowers of May And the full moons of your eyes Cavernous dark as the gibbous white Met mine, under firework overlay, And summer smiled as if sworn to stay. Eyes have their lunar cycle though; The waxing waned with the leaving leaves And the green assuming vermillion glow. November brought its new moon grief I count down days in a haze Waiting for this moon phase To leave me alone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #thoughtprovoker #thoughtfulquotes #thoughtstoday #thoughtsofapoet #difficultemotions #pain_of_love #theunspokentruth #unsaidword #poeticjuice #poetryfortoday #poetofsorts #poetryforsoul #poetryfortoday #poetryforlife #writtenwords #spilledinkthoughts #poeticinterpretation #wingsofpoesy #poetryslam #poetryisnotdead #poeticlicense #tincanpenman #moonmuse #thursdaythoughts🤔 #lunarcycle #eyepoetry #writersoflnstagram #poemsforthemoon (at September) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE962_fl7rg/?igshid=1r3qaxgcftdrg

[mrm0h4wk]

Some days will feel as if we are not meant to go outside at all... and that is okay too!

Your smile still resonates in your soul even when your lips will not make the effort.

Use that energy.

You are great!

[mrm0h4wk]

I've been writing for as long as I can remember. It's been a long time since I wrote something I felt I couldn't share...well, at least not with just anyone. Maybe one day... . . . #writeitdown #thoughts #thoughtsofapoet #poetry #music #inspired #howdidyougethere #doesntmakesense https://www.instagram.com/p/B72zSOpFzBehFLWuuZClMp8GOKcKAnx2FV-RzE0/?igshid=nlcijpf5mrzd

[insidehishead]

Can I write songs about you?

About the way you make a nigga heart flutter, how you make a nigga sweat in your presence, not nerves but the passion I feel from your aura.... If only you existed, then a man with out a muse would be no more

[thoughtsofabraindeadpoet]

Thoughts of an Inspiration-less Poet

Where is my inspiration? How can I think of no ideas? Why am I so blocked? And how do I fix it? How do I get back into my writing groove? Is there something missing? Am I not trying hard enough? Am I not dedicated enough to my cause?

So, I've had a bit of a view change. Despite the cynical shell I've always been a bit of a hopeless romantic. The soul mate idea was so appealing, the idea that someone, somewhere is destined to be with you. That if you don't look for it, somewhen, the two of you will meet and it'll just click. Like you see in the movies. And sure there will be obstacles, but they won't matter, because you have that person who was always meant to be your partner. I've wanted the click for so long, it's like my heart was singing a song of desperation and I was praying he would hear it and call back. That he would hear it, and realize that I wasn't happy alone and come fix it. Save me from the silence and loneliness of my heart. My happy ending.

Perhaps that's what society has done to people. We are taught by movies, folk-tales, books, and even songs that to have a happily ever after, we have to have someone. Our society is designed for couples to flourish and for single people to feel like we are useless without another person. When you're single, you are the third wheel, and no amount of "No you aren't" is ever going to change that. We are the odd ones out. I'm not saying that somewhere down the line I won't find my Special Someone. I am saying that until I do I shouldn't be pressured to find him.

Maybe if there wasn't this growing need for a significant other, I'd still feel this yearning. After all, I used to want it, but now I don't see the point. And maybe it's not just that society is geared towards couples. It's probably other things too. An accumulation of faults within our world.

Like how we don't seem to mate for life anymore. Isn't it sort of pathetic that aquatic mammals are better than we are? Otters mate for life. They swim holding hands when sleeping so they don't float away from each other. Are we not greater than otters? Does it not say something about our world that we see otters mating for life as cute, and not something we ourselves should strive for? Why are we not holding on to the idea of one person, one, for the rest of our lives? When did it become acceptable to lose one's virginity to some stranger? To someone you barely knew or to someone you met in high school and "Fell in love with" despite only being sixteen and not really knowing what love is? Why do we insist that it's OK to the point of finding those who are waiting for the right person to come along odd? Like they are the ones who need to change. As if losing one's virginity isn't a huge ordeal.

I don't know.

I guess to me giving so completely to oneself should be something sacred. Maybe it's my lose Catholic upbringing, or some wordly enlightment found in novels, or perhaps my own naivety, but my body is too precious to me, someone who's own self-loathing borderlines ridiculousness, too just hand over the keys for a few  moments of bliss. Are those moments really worth it? When one craves affection the way I do? I mean, I have heard story upon story upon story about how people wished they had waited. They had given themselves up to that high school sweetheart at sixteen, that hot guy they met at college, whatever, and then met the person they really loved and wished they had lost it to them. But we keep making the same mistakes. Why?

I offer the reason. We are so hooked on instant gratification, we crave the good now and we don't look at the future. I don't want that kind of self-centered relationship where we both only think of ourselves. I want future, better yet I want someone who also wants the future. I want my "The End" moment to actually be a beginning. The greatest beginning I will ever begin. Because that's what it is.

Don't get me wrong, being single is fan-freaking-tastic. I love being alone and not having to worry about anyone else. I love the way I can do things couple people can't (Free pie Wednesday and no guilty feelings about going on my lonesome.) I love going out clubbing and flirting with strangers, or I would if I could ever find the desire to leave my house.

But I look at the divorce rate. And of high schoolers claiming love to one person and than another a week later, and I realize that love as an art form has died.

And that saddens me.

[anniesraincoat]

Skin.Deep

I don’t think in English anymore But I promise I’m okay So don’t ask me what it meant when I said “You don’t see the light.” Because I’m the one in the dark Stuck in a world where people are skin deep

[advisorguy45]

Rumi - Looking at your face (Poetry)

Rumi - Looking at your face From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today I have seen it. Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for. Today I have found you and those that laughed and scorned me yesterday are sorry that they were not looking as I did. I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes. My heart has burned with passion and has searched forever for this wondrous beauty that I now behold. I am ashamed to call this love human and afraid of God to call it divine. Your fragrant breath like the morning breeze has come to the stillness of the garden You have breathed new life into me I have become your sunshine and also your shadow. My soul is screaming in ecstasy Every fiber of my being is in love with you Your effulgence has lit a fire in my heart and you have made radiant for me the earth and sky. My arrow of love has arrived at the target I am in the house of mercy and my heart is a place of prayer.