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Sometimes you just feel so down to the core, that it feels like you need to stand up now. Otherwise, you will just drown and disappear from the bland words that comes from the outer world. Keep in mind, your peace is in your hand and nobody can steal it from you. #latenightmusing #wordsofthought #afteralongwhile #yourquote #quotestagram #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #poetry #talesinwords #wordsplay #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #igwritersclub #wonder_words #madewords #poetstribe #silverleafpoetry #societyofpoetry #bymepoetry #bymepoetryindia #poetwords #pentupthoughts #poeticreveries_ #thelonenotebook #globalagepoetry #packpoetry #poemxheaven #streetwriterofficial #thewritersturf

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4/27/2024, 9:28:34 PM

Three more days to go! But I may continue with this. What is poetry? I don’t know what it is to you (please do feel free to tell me in the comments) but to me, it is the way I make sense of my truest feelings. April 27, 2024 POETRY the soft laughter that wafts on the breeze, a half-remembered tune that you hum under your breath, the goosebumps the spirits leave on your skin, the ephemeral sacredness that can alight on you for a moment before it too is gone, love, joy, grief, rage, hate, pathetic devotion, worship, adoration, stars, flowers, death, rivers, life, cats, crickets and glory. #napowrimo #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poems #nationalpoetrymonth #poets #poetryisnotdead #poet #poetryofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #poetrylovers #poetrygram #instapoet #herheartpoetry #spokenwords #poetrychallenge #globalagepoetry #igpoets #rekhta #poemsofinstagram #lovestory #poetssociety #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #creativewriting #silverleafpoetry #poemoftheday #spillpoetry #thealiporepostpoetrymonth

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4/27/2024, 9:03:40 PM

Her Love, His Lust 🖤⛓ . . . by : Nyx share your thoughts in the comments below . #poetrybooks #poetrylover #poetrychallenge #poetryisart #darkpoetry #poetrytribe #poetryhive #poetryclub #poetrycorner #slampoetry #mypoetry #poetryoftheday #blackoutpoetry #streetpoetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetryloving #bymepoetryasia #poetryforthesoul #silverleafpoetry #poetryaddict #poetrymaykhana #atticuspoetry #dailypoetry #poetrybyme #bymepoetryamerica #poetrylife #spilledinkpoetry #igpoetrycommunity #bleedingsoulpoetry #tumblrpoetry

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4/27/2024, 7:23:56 PM

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 '𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒' Consumed by love's flame, Leaving me to ashes. A silent river of unseen tears, Flowing within my core. Will the tears shed for love Ever dry, I ponder? Whispered promises, broken, Hearts bleed, Souls bruised, Illusions shattered, Dreams faded, Reality finally struck. The threads, I have untangled, But this soul will forever Be scarred by love's excess. 🖤 . . . 🎀All words are enchanted by me ✨ 🎀 LIKE, COMMENT, and SHARE if you vibe with my poetry 💝 🎀Dm for collabs 💗 🎀Picture credit to Pinterest 📸 . . . #writersandpoets #writewithpassion #wordswithqueens #wildwolfshare #poetryrise #poemxheaven #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poeticreveries_ #poetscommunity #igwriters #sadpoetry #cosmosofwriters #spilledinkpoetry #silverleafpoetry #spilledwords #darkpoetry #herheartpoetry #omypoetry ...... ....... ...... Day 022/100 #the100writingmarathon #365writinghub @the365writinghub

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4/27/2024, 7:18:02 PM

That's so true. . . Thank you so much for reading. . Please share and save✨ . Keep loving keep supporting🦋 . Follow @himanshi.poetry for more inspirational quotes💖 . *Tag @himanshi.poetry when repost* Pic credit - pinterest . #selflovevibes #wordswithkings #artofpoets #writerswrite #societyofpoetry #unsaidwriteups #writinginspiration #tribeofpoets #oltmblog #scrawledstories #scratchedstories #poetscafe #poetscorner #igpoetsociety #poetryisalive #honestlyworded #writerspocket #igpoetrycommunity #poetsdaily #spilledinkpoetry #penandpendulum #aestheticquotes #thescribbledstories #bymepoetry #silverleafpoetry #globalagepoetry #apoeticview #writerspocket #poetsociety #themeltingwords

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4/27/2024, 6:44:18 PM

Okay, I am officially on a writing sphree. . No prompt, just my thoughts 😋 . . #deeptexts #silverleafpoetry #surprisinglyshortstories #ttt #writerscommunityofinstagram #wordsofwisdom #wordsofwisdomfortoday #shortmessage #poeticsoul #poeticreveries_ #writingsofig

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4/27/2024, 6:32:47 PM

Napowrimo'24 day 27 poem 27//Still from Suspiria . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... #poem #poems #poets #poetry #writers #writing #writersandpoets #poetsandwriters #sylviaplath #virginiawoolf #humanrelations #life #prose #love #lovepoems #red #silverleafpoetry #scribblersword #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #napowrimo

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4/27/2024, 5:49:18 PM

words by @83poetry 🌻 #silverleafpoetry #poetry #poets #words #poetsofinstagram #instagram #instagrammers #love #poetrylove #literature #wordsoflove #poetic #insta #instapoetry #napowrimo #words #writerscommunity #writers #prose #poem #art

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4/27/2024, 4:00:11 PM

Make tea coaster ☕ at home with 3 simple steps #tea #teacoaster☕️ #coaster #reels #reelsinstagram #silverleafpoetry #trendingreels #clayart #handmade https://youtu.be/XSMJug8Q6yA

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4/27/2024, 3:58:36 PM

the absolute limit of pain is living, the lightest pain to ever felt is living, we are just here to cry and to let go

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4/27/2024, 3:48:59 PM

Look at me now, faded and lost, I made it, but seems nothing was achieved. Look at me now, still waiting for you, In the shadows, my dreams are tossed, With each victory, a battle hardly won. Look at me now, where do I begin? Yet in this chaos, a flicker of hope, Guiding me forward, helping me cope. Look at me now, amidst the crowd's roar, Striving for more, but yearning for less. With every step, I rewrite my story, For in the journey lies true success. . . . . . [poetry poem quotes thoughts captions] Follow: @magical_poets for more 📸 : @pexels

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4/27/2024, 3:11:19 PM

It's unfortunate that in today's society, authenticity seems to be undervalued, and superficiality is often celebrated. The trend of being fake or presenting a facade to fit in with societal expectations can be tempting, but it ultimately lacks substance and true connection. Embracing authenticity, being true to oneself, and valuing genuine relationships over appearances are timeless virtues that never go out of style. Let's strive to be authentic and inspire others to do the same, rather than conforming to shallow trends. . . . . #selflovevibes #wordswithkings #artofpoets #writerswrite #societyofpoetry #unsaidwriteups #writinginspiration #tribeofpoets #oltmblog #scrawledstories #scratchedstories #poetscafe #poetscorner #igpoetsociety #poetryisalive #honestlyworded #writerspocket #igpoetrycommunity #poetsdaily #spilledinkpoetry #penandpendulum #aestheticquotes #thescribbledstories #bymepoetry #silverleafpoetry #globalagepoetry #apoeticview #writerspocket #poetsociety #themeltingwords

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4/27/2024, 3:00:45 PM

Hehehehe second time meeting Ahko but he always shower me with so much love like I’m his favorite human muahahahaha 🥹🥰💖🐶 #puppylove #puppylovers #maltese #puppyknowsbest —Words & photography are original by @fmb_joko—

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4/27/2024, 2:17:26 PM

My country's epiphany bears no roses nor soaks in gentle rays, as frost tightens its grip within the gazes of her citizens to gracefully unravel on the sharp blades that cut through the flesh of a common language from their lips, their fingers awaken desires that turn mourning into mere whispers where they're: (i) Yearning to voice the songs, dreams and aspirations of the souls fallen in the alleys where crimson droplets of blood glistened on the gutters of those broken by bullets and agony, in the masked agendas of revolution. (ii) Wailing echoed slogans from their mouths, bruised wrists became their maps of resistance, like the fire of a rebellion that still smolders in their graves, their motherland would evolve into an antidote healing their burnt thighs, hopes and tears. (iii) Paying the price of the tangled webs of conspiracies spun through years of oppression, and fragments of oaths that were buried into the skin of whose necks were intertwined into a garland. In another time, a stroke of thunder would split open my country's feet, leaving bloody stains on the parchments of her history, as she would slave and mourn to be rewritten upon the flesh of every tender child whose coursing blood would flow backward in the shades of freedom and sacrifice of each house that sprang forth molten daggers of curses and prayers in the moist embrace of independence, all their hopes resurrecting into what my country is today. -Banashri. Prompt used: "In the country of resurrection'' by @poemsindia Image source: @pinterest Tags: #poemsindia #poemsindianapowrimo2024 #silverleafpoetry #surprisinglyshortstories #bymepoetry #bymepoetryindia #globalagepoetry #pentupthoughts #fyp #explore #poem #poetry #writing #napowrimo #napowrimo2024

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4/27/2024, 1:29:31 PM

The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep Enthralled with the beauty of existence, the soul once danced in the madness of rain, Alas the proofs and theories of adulthood, lay its being as the mortal bane. Is adulthood a beautiful quest or a painful experience, one ought to think, Life brutal in its serves, pours the whims of pragmatism overwhelming the existential brink. I trod with caution over the fragile line of the callous independence and togetherness confined, Forgiveness in its mighty realm blurs the trail of animosity and peace that lies predefined. The bounty benevolence of time belies to be its fleeting passage in the thin air of strife, Moments of unbearable pain and desolation transform into the gratitude of being alive. While the heart still yearns for the nostalgic times of childhood’s unsolicited glee, Living in the moment where our feet stand forges us to be free. The simmering trails of its presence still run deep, In the traces of the duties that are bound and the vows, one must keep. Yet its magnanimity pleases the soul in the radiance of its duality that one sees, The beauty of morality breathes its quintessence in the contradiction of poetry. -Hridya ( Life , poem, poetry, lifelessons, contentcreator, explore, author, poet, writer, viral) Prompts 1) Poetry - @thealiporepost- #thealiporepostpoetrymonth 2)Proofs and Theories - @poemsindia #poemsindianapowrimo2024 3)Forgiveness- @scratchedstories- #napowrimoss Tags #nationalpoetrymonth #literature #literary #NaPoWriMo2024 #napowrimo #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #literaturelover #poet #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #poem #poems #poemsarenotdead #poetrypassion #writer #poetryisnotdead #bleedink #writers #poemsofinsta #poemsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poemslife #poemsociety #poetry #surprisinglyshortstories #silverleafpoetry #scratchedstories

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4/27/2024, 10:33:55 AM

Morning all! I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Nina Das Gupta for @bbcupload the other day, where she asked about my poetry, including how I got into writing, and what I aim to achieve through poetry. If you wanna hear the interview, tune in to @bbcwm around 6pm(ish) or head to @bbcsounds and check out the Upload show!

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4/27/2024, 10:02:44 AM

words by @rkgandhi 🌻 #silverleafpoetry #poetry #poets #words #poetsofinstagram #instagram #instagrammers #love #poetrylove #literature #wordsoflove #poetic #insta #instapoetry #napowrimo #words #writerscommunity #writers #prose #poem #art

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4/27/2024, 9:46:50 AM

You know how you feel kind and see beautiful things? It's because your soul is beautiful and you've got a kind heart. . . Thank you so much for reading. . Please share and save✨ . Keep loving keep supporting🦋 . Follow @himanshi.poetry for more inspirational quotes💖 . *Tag @himanshi.poetry when repost* Pic credit - pinterest . #selflovevibes #wordswithkings #artofpoets #writerswrite #societyofpoetry #unsaidwriteups #writinginspiration #tribeofpoets #oltmblog #scrawledstories #scratchedstories #poetscafe #poetscorner #igpoetsociety #poetryisalive #honestlyworded #writerspocket #igpoetrycommunity #poetsdaily #spilledinkpoetry #penandpendulum #aestheticquotes #thescribbledstories #bymepoetry #silverleafpoetry #globalagepoetry #apoeticview #writerspocket #poetsociety #themeltingwords

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4/27/2024, 8:15:28 AM

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟲 Some people want their lives to be happening filled with adventures and fun going out on weekends, clubbing with friends the non-stop life, where being boring means staying at home, doing Netflix, and chilling This fast life is what every young person desires but besides this, there is another side to life too the slow and peaceful one, where being at home feels cozy and happy too I guess this life is what everyone desires after a certain age, the hustle of 9 to 5, meeting office deadlines, extra shifts, and paying monthly bills and rent has made our lives so monotonous that we crave that comfort and relaxation this kind of feeling doesn't come from chasing adventures, but comes from that fuzzy blanket of your childhood, a cup of coffee with the right amount of sweetness and cooking by yourself feels therapeutic watching your favorite show for the nth time doesn't make you boring, not even spending your weekends by your verandah reading a book and spending time with your family. I remember a dialogue from a film. 'Waqt kisi ke liye nahi rukta, beet ta waqt hai, Par kharch hume hote hei' So before the time goes away, steal a minute or even an hour from your schedule to relax the time that you spent doing your favorite activity is not going to be wasted; it is the time you try to explore the version of you that you thought never existed. Meet the new version of yourself and keep it safe with you. -muskan #trending #takenby_words #silverleafpoetry #poems #poemoftheday #yjhd #yjhd❤️ #yehjawaanihaideewani #kabir #naina #chill #time #explorepage #explore

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4/27/2024, 7:25:12 AM

🦅 Upon the vast skies, She is an eagle Wings spread wide Eyes sharp and searching Hungry for the next prey. 🦅 . . . 🎀All words are enchanted by me ✨ 🎀 LIKE, COMMENT, and SHARE if you vibe with my poetry 💝 🎀Dm for collabs 💗 🎀Picture credit to Pinterest 📸 . . . #writersandpoets #writewithpassion #wordswithqueens #wildwolfshare #poetryrise #poemxheaven #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poeticreveries_ #poetscommunity #igwriters #sadpoetry #cosmosofwriters #spilledinkpoetry #silverleafpoetry #spilledwords #darkpoetry #herheartpoetry #omypoetry ...... ....... ...... Day 021/100 #the100writingmarathon #365writinghub @the365writinghub

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4/26/2024, 11:08:04 PM

Just a reminder.. you have an option to change how you react! . . . . . Thank you for being a beautiful and kind reader ❤️ Like | comment | share | support tags!🔖 #whenshethinks #when_she_thinks #darkacademiapoetry #darkacademia #darkacademism #darkacademiamemes #greekmythology #aesthetic #literaturememes #silverleafpoetry #poetsoninstagram #aestheticedits #quotesofinstagram #writersofindia #instaquote #wordgasm #wordsmith #SpreadPositivity #quotes #quotesaboutlife #quotesdaily #spreadkindness #CommunitySupport #Empowerment #HelpingHands #InspireOthers

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4/26/2024, 9:48:03 PM

I stare at dark colored liquid And wish to drink it Took my cup And poured it almost to the top It poured out like blood But smells like wine Put a few ice cubes in Let the water dilute it Minute later I took a sip And began to feel light And saw someone walking With dark liquid on their shoes They were holding chains And marched right towards me I stared at my cup Then the footprints Look to see chains around my hands Around my neck Whispers were coming from every direction Saying words I always once said When I was young Heard their laughs Told me I'm no one I'm better off dead Being restrained I could not run I can not see anymore They poured the dark colored liquid Over my head Making me blind And loosing my breath What have I done Was it from staring at my knife And had a short thought Believing it'll be better if I were dead Think that triggered all the demons Think I let them look I should have fought My negative thoughts I should have used all my strength But I was drained And could not fight In this room I'm in With dark colored liquid Impairing my sight I have to find my way out Find my dragons Be like Daenerys The mother of dragons Fight till my death Because my demons have no say Even though they're loose I'll unchain myself I'll remove the dark liquid from my eyes And hide all my tempting thoughts Because that's not me Anymore I'm a fighter and I'm stronger ©_darkness.within . . . #writersofinstagram #spilledinkpoetry #globalagepoetry #poetryinmotion #bleedingsoulbuds #writersofig #packpoetry #spilledinkpoetry #elitepoems #weloveglobalpoets #poetspotlight #UntwineMe #evepoetrygroup #savantpoetry #silverleafpoetry #sadedits⚫️ #depressededit #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetryinmotion #poetry #poetsofinstagramcommunity #poets #bookstagram #poetsclan #relationships #relationshipquotes #heartbreak #sad #sadness #love #broken💔

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4/26/2024, 8:59:55 PM

Ingredients to bring back the world where kindness ran in veins and words were kept with pictures, in a quaint little box : Take a sedated house, full of incense sticks and thick beliefs that the universe runs on pink palms and blue feet. Fill it with saltcoated bodies, (because they learnt to wear their grief like a necessity) full of stories they didn't ask for, and words that they captured in the wild (that didn't exist back then like silence now), all over their verandah and streets. It balances the chaos inside. Set them free for 20 to 20 to build and break bridges, that lead to philosophy - never - applied but taught and rules bending only when their tongues are filled with sweet. Bake the walls with historic evidence that this house is just like any other, with mediocre dreams and simple living. To love, care, cook, cry, stay away from foreign lands is what the stuffing will be. Sprinkle the terrace with prodigies suffering in silence, smoking ciggarettes, burning ashes die in peace, knowing there would be another pair of lips, willing to burn themselves more than ciggarettes. Let the area grow with green economy on the sides, fragile ones left alone to die from the inflating sun and a strong base like a guava tree, just enough to not let anyone sleep empty. Serve it to the world now that's not the same anymore while it's fresh at the pace of a nail in dirt and still they will devour it, call it another facade of nature. Motherhood laughs at a corner, it lets us copy its recipe. Knowing this time, this world, treasures her memories more than itself. Pathetically delucious. #napowrimo #parivaarnapowrimo24 #parivaarealfaazodisha #silverleafpoetry Day chabbis by @parivaarealfaaz prompt not the same world.

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4/26/2024, 8:48:15 PM

My Pinterest board is full of inspiration for my dream room, but in the meantime…. 26 April A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN A lonely, winding path through tall mountain trees the fog a not-so-distant dream as the sunlight trickles in, warming patches, even as the moss in the shadows reigns supreme. The sound of crunching leaves as I make my way through a lattice of light and dark; spinning ideas – tall, shy and fantastic. I seek a nook under just the right tree; someplace where I can dig in and grow roots. Lean back into the bark and feel the rough comfort of the oak. I pull out my journal and pen and then lean back and, well… daydream. My favourite room has no walls. #napowrimo #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poems #nationalpoetrymonth #poets #poetryisnotdead #poet #poetryofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #poetrylovers #poetrygram #instapoet #herheartpoetry #spokenwords #poetrychallenge #globalagepoetry #igpoets #rekhta #poemsofinstagram #lovestory #poetssociety #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #creativewriting #silverleafpoetry #poemoftheday #spillpoetry #thealiporepostpoetrymonth

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4/26/2024, 8:05:28 PM

you will never reach banana if you do not have courage to climb

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4/26/2024, 7:53:14 PM

Shifting from a mindset of uncertainty and doubt to one of determination and action can be transformative. By embracing a proactive attitude and believing in our ability to overcome challenges and achieve our goals, we empower ourselves to take decisive action and make things happen. It's about cultivating a mindset of confidence, resilience, and accountability, which can lead to greater success and fulfillment in our endeavors. . . . . . #selflovevibes #wordswithkings #artofpoets #writerswrite #societyofpoetry #unsaidwriteups #writinginspiration #tribeofpoets #oltmblog #scrawledstories #scratchedstories #poetscafe #poetscorner #igpoetsociety #poetryisalive #honestlyworded #writerspocket #igpoetrycommunity #poetsdaily #spilledinkpoetry #penandpendulum #aestheticquotes #thescribbledstories #bymepoetry #silverleafpoetry #globalagepoetry #apoeticview #writerspocket #poetsociety #themeltingwords

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4/26/2024, 6:48:07 PM

“In an era of stress and anxiety, when the present seems unstable and the future unlikely, the natural response is to retreat and withdraw from reality, taking recourse either in fantasies of the future or in modified visions of a half-imagined past.” ― Alan Moore, Watchmen #instagramwriters #poets #instagrampoetsociety #writers #poetsocity #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #poetrycommunityofinstagram #apoeticlove #writersofig #poems #poetrylovers #poetstribe #poetryofinstagram #apoeticview #silverleafpoetry #haniwritings #작가 #poetryworld #시 #untwineme #globalpoetcult #communityofpoets #poemsfromheart #poetsociety #poetryinmotion #untwinemealice #poetryrise

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4/26/2024, 6:14:23 PM

my experience with freedom is equivalent to a bird’s experience with walking yet there was never an evening when i looked at the sky and it didn’t fill all the rooms of my heart with joy it took a long time for the sun to set today like a dramatic tantrum as if it was decided that i would be reminded of a lesson or two it rained for seven minutes in the form of indecisive showers, alternating light and heavy a soaring declaration that sometimes it’s okay for it to be so to not know when to start and when to stop to not have a plan as if being lost was a thing that happened to the fortunate after being caught in the eye of the storm the rain did pave the way for the sun to come up like a misplaced artefact of obsolete abandonment yet the artist with the most dominance a reminder that even the darkest clouds could never put the sun’s light to shame amidst adversity, the sunset was a reminder that glory demands patience like waiting for the artist to keep the brush to rest for the poet to stop filling pages for the musician to play the last chord to put together a symphony forgetting that it took adversity and pain heartbreak and sin loss, desperation and rain for there to ever be art. //Ishika tags: #napowrimo #napowrimo2024 #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #writer #poetrycommunity #silverleafpoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writingprompts #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #stuckbetweencommas

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4/26/2024, 4:41:59 PM

Caption I want love to find me among the stars, to envelop me like the light of the moon, to paint green on my spine like a forest. I don't want to settle for half of a honeycomb – my soul doesn't reside in half of a word. I want to be immersed in the shades of the sky like summer. Don't keep me tied to the notion of "maybe"; love me for who I am, or let me go free. I can't seem to define this feeling beyond the semblance of mortality. There's an eruption of cosmic phenomena emanating from my heartbeat like a Phoenix rising from scattered ashes, waiting to take flight. Maybe I've been reborn in your image, a holy thing wrapped in blood, a grandeur of stardust traversing through the ether. I often wonder why I've spent my entire life chasing after illusions, loving people who've never made me feel loved, and building homes for people only to be left homeless. I often wonder about all the broken things inside of me and why they've never been worthy of being seen. I broke my own heart fixing beats in other people's chests. I emptied my cup pouring into every vessel I've ever met, and now I understand how unholy the crimes I have committed against myself are. Maybe I have always seen myself through a clouded lens. Perhaps it's time for me to halt my pursuit, sit with myself, and consider all the things that make me enough. Maybe it's time to uncheck the boxes, untangle the knots, and find the path that leads me to the oasis where my thoughts have drowned themselves in petulance. I don't want to be pitied for my kindness. I've tasted bitter things as holy offerings. I now know the strength it takes to put myself on trial, replaying each portrait of my life, bingeing on emotions that were caused by my own actions. How can I know love if I'm unknown to myself? How can I be loved if I allow everyone to pluck me like a flower only to leave me withered in an expensive vase? Love and I have been playing hide and seek my entire life, or maybe love has been teaching me how to value my own footsteps. Perhaps I've been chasing a figment only to find myself amid tolerance's rottenness. . ©@ink_of_insanity . 📸 Pinterest . Follow @ink_of_insanity For more.

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4/26/2024, 4:10:15 PM

Napowrimo'24 day 26 poem 26// . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... #poem #poems #poets #poetry #writers #writing #writersandpoets #poetsandwriters #sylviaplath #virginiawoolf #humanrelations #life #prose #love #lovepoems #red #silverleafpoetry #scribblersword #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #napowrimo

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4/26/2024, 3:40:44 PM

extending light ☀️ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #freeversepoetry #poetryishealing #buttonpoetry #poeticreveries_ #lipoetry #poetsofinstagram #herheartpoetry #writersaroundtheworld #writersflare #gypsophilamag #poetstext #ifnotforpoetry #publishwiththpapers #glassgatespublishing #micropoetry #poetryisnotdead #poetrysociety #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #cosmosofwriters #floweringwriters #poetrywillchangeyou #poetryrise #humanaobscura #silverleafpoetry #cosmicpoetry

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4/26/2024, 2:54:29 PM

.. Aren't you curious to know..? How can someone have those scary emotions? How can someone be both dramatic? How can someone be so anguished? How can someone be so sad? The scratching of the blank sheet is itching me, To framed something that I find too attached. The mind is filled with thousands of roots, Trying hard to find its place on a blank page. A writer... Cry cried like a newborn baby. A writer bleed.. Bleed until that living soul can write anything. A writer lives Live with that pain that keeps him impel every day. A writer is who... Who keeps drowns in the pool of vicinity only to find hope hangs in clouds like stars. And that my friend, This is what is inside a writer's mind. Prompt by @wingedwords A new piece after so long Do Share it and save it. Happy reading and be beautiful🤍 Tags: #poetrybooks #poetrylover #poetrychallenge #poetryisart #darkpoetry #poetrytribe #poetryhive #poetryclub #poetrycorner #slampoetry #mypoetry #poetryoftheday #blackoutpoetry #streetpoetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetryloving #bymepoetryasia #poetryforthesoul #silverleafpoetry #poetryaddict #poetrymaykhana #atticuspoetry #dailypoetry #poetrybyme #bymepoetryamerica #poetrylife #spilledinkpoetry #igpoetrycommunity #bleedingsoulpoetry #tumblrpoetry

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4/26/2024, 2:30:20 PM

26.04.2024 it's friday thennn. . . . [ swipe twice to read ] [ 📸 : the one, the only, @md_yasir the magnifique ] [ based on one of the april prompts by @ml_macdonald_ - 'freshly cut sunlight' ] #mlmacprompts

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4/26/2024, 12:11:30 PM

My mother is the daughter of misfortune. She has a body as old as an oak tree with tangled roots of faith flourishing inside it savoring the fresh stretch marks that resemble her ancestors' fingerprints on soft dough storytelling her muscle memory. Her skin is the Prophet's favorite color which waters what waters it. Her moles draw caravans of exhausted elephants back to their tamers for expanding their miseries. Her lips cannot read, defining her breed as an outcome of illiteracy. Her mother tongue is complied of shapes, figures, scents and tapestries written on mud, goatskin and ruby stones treasured by Istanbul's Effendi. Her words and verses are unbeknown to language. My mother has lanterns for eyes, covered in dark history. When she closes them, the sun sets in the west. Her eyebrows, like the Mona Lisa's, are on the verge of evaporating. My mother's nose does not have a clear structure as if it is made up of clay breathing life into a caesura of glorified dreams that survived until she was born to erase them like sunlight erases darkness through tiny pinholes when the night melts into a new day. The Lucknowi bangles she has been wearing since forever have worn her wrists out but forgotten to obsolete. Call the green veins that lead you to her palm lines as agricultural lands paralyzed with misnomers waiting to cultivate mishaps that end up burning cities to the ground. Call her fingernails- carriers of dirt giving home to a truckload of guilt. She has grown up on centuries of superstitions. She says the djinns, a species made up of the latent heat of fire which we cannot see, can see us. That is why, whenever I leave a prayer mat spread open on the floor, she scolds me for not folding it as soon as possible. When I argue, she teases me again quoting- Mothers should be respected because there's heaven under their feet. The ghungroos in her anklets read God's address. Nowadays I take afternoon naps under her feet and keep myself from praying. Art| Poetry| Writeup| Relatable

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4/26/2024, 10:29:43 AM

Stay happy. . . Thank you so much for reading. . Please share and save✨ . Keep loving keep supporting🦋 . Follow @himanshi.poetry for more inspirational quotes💖 . *Tag @himanshi.poetry when repost* Pic credit - pinterest . #selflovevibes #wordswithkings #artofpoets #writerswrite #societyofpoetry #unsaidwriteups #writinginspiration #tribeofpoets #oltmblog #scrawledstories #scratchedstories #poetscafe #poetscorner #igpoetsociety #poetryisalive #honestlyworded #writerspocket #igpoetrycommunity #poetsdaily #spilledinkpoetry #penandpendulum #aestheticquotes #thescribbledstories #bymepoetry #silverleafpoetry #globalagepoetry #apoeticview #writerspocket #poetsociety #themeltingwords

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4/26/2024, 9:09:34 AM

I never gave the authority to my mind to look after filed petitions against asking for support of change in myths being spread, like dedicating your life to someone with whom you're in love requires written applications called marriages. The eyes of my lover are jurisdiction that holds the power to make me stay. Calling off love without legal reasons is a heinous crime and you will be imposed with the charges of mental death. The four chambers of my heart is a woman in her 80s who doesn't know how to stand for her rights. Because the constitution defined to her, was a three time meal for her in-laws. Every article has the smell of spices, taste of coal and smoke and fundamental principles of how to keep her husband happy all the time. She doesn't know about politics because she uses newspapers to wrap oval shaped chapatis. Coming straight to my tears, who practices law and advises me never reached the court on time because they got stuck in traffic called mixed signals. The judgement comes in no less than seconds once the case is justified. But accused, at the end, chose forgiveness and arrested the culprit in his heart for a lifetime and beyond. ©chaotic__phrases

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4/26/2024, 8:38:27 AM

Dawn * * My latest book of poetry ‘Moonrise and Memories’ is available on Amazon. Please click link in bio to buy. * #poetrysociety #bymepoetryindia #tribeofpoets #writerscommunity #creativewritings #globalagepoetry #writersuniverse #quotesoftheday #navs_poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrycosmos #omypoetry #poetrysociety #silverleafpoetry #poeticreveries_ #herheartpoetry @poeticreveries_

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4/26/2024, 4:58:16 AM

'You're the only one' #lovesongs #lovesong #lovesongs❤️ #lovequotes #loveislove #loveison #loveisintheair❤️ #LovePoetry #lovepoem #lovepoetry❤️ #songoftheday #songoflove #silverleafpoetry #spilledpoetry #spilledwords #spilledink #spilledthoughts #poetsofasia #poetsofindia #poetstribe #poetsclub #poetscafe

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4/26/2024, 4:52:27 AM

Caption Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Tingling. Hyperventilating. Choking on air, mind distracted, disconnected, disoriented. Limbs numb, throat dry. Tick, tick, tick. Life palpitates, visions blurry, words slurred. Dead, alive, alive, why? I am okay, I am here. This is not real. Shadows danced upon the windows, branches swayed back and forth. Nothing is amiss. Pinching, biting, tapping, turning, hardly breathing, crashing, psychosis. There is a light, it's calling, summoning spirits, beyond the grave, shallow steps, loud banging. Stop. I can't breathe, I'm dying, thirsty, purging, candlelight dinner, last supper. The disparity has no friends. Panic has maimed my lungs and taken control, tugging strings like a ragdoll. . . Inhale, exhale, senses alert, one, two, three, ten-second counts. This misery has captured me in a roundabout, circling, penetrating, dizziness, drunken stupor, losing grip, profound, poignant, nagging reality below my chest. These near-death experiences have touched me deeply, leaving me feeling needy. I have been impounded, pressed in, and pressured to collapse. Yet, my heart stands in the cyclone, beating at one hundred beats per second, like a blizzard inside my being, churning grief into melodies. And I have seen the sky split in two, demons descend upon the earth, inducing a coma in my liver. This war is consuming, like a zombie tethering its claws to my memories. Make it stop. I can't anymore. Please. I beg of you. In and out, just keep breathing. . . My boat has holes and cracks in its bow, sirens, and capsized logs, and I am in the middle of nowhere without a sail. I am not a sailor, but I must paddle forward. If the scale tips over, I may lose myself, strapped in a straightjacket as shrapnel flies acid in my face. There was no gun, but the trigger was pulled, launching me into a battle for survival. The flares have set me off and like a lantern, my flames keep bouncing through a forest, wreaking havoc. Is it the placebo effect or am I just a human caught in a net, fluttering like a fish, waiting for fate to let me go? I am no longer in control of my body, and now I am just a corpse, a victim of anxiety. .

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4/26/2024, 3:00:13 AM

🦋 Fractured skies Sing lullabies Of Golden lies And butterflies 🦋 𝘚𝘬𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 . . . 🎀All words are enchanted by me ✨ 🎀 LIKE, COMMENT, and SHARE if you vibe with my poetry 💝 🎀Dm for collabs 💗 🎀Picture credit to Pinterest 📸 . . . #writersandpoets #writewithpassion #wordswithqueens #wildwolfshare #poetryrise #poemxheaven #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #poeticreveries_ #poetscommunity #igwriters #cosmosofwriters #spilledinkpoetry #silverleafpoetry #spilledwords #herheartpoetry #omypoetry # ...... ....... ...... Day 020/100 #the100writingmarathon #365writinghub @the365writinghub

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4/25/2024, 11:26:34 PM

we have lived next door our whole lives i have stored yoghurt lids from a grocery store having no idea you might have brought yoghurts or spicy chips or probably some of the healthy shit you're always on from the same store since years too but we didn't meet back then we've gone to different schools but we've most definitely bought our school uniforms from the same store too you moved houses and you went to live on the one street in all of this town that i've always loved i've gone on 5 million bicycle rides and 10 million walks on the exact street you live on and passed by your house but we didn't meet back then your mother taught in the same godforsaken college i went to she hated it, i did too it was the college and the people in my batch and the classroom i was taught in and the degree i chose and the life i could have chosen for myself it was everything, i hated it i swore to never ever work in marketing but we didn't meet back then the thing about destiny is it's a joke i ended up working in marketing and quit my first job before i could hate it even more you quit your job the exact same way a year before i did but we didn't meet back then i was jobless emptying more yoghurt lids than what even any yoghurt company would market as healthy i joined another marketing agency through a friend with an empty bank account, a fractured imagination, a volcanic rage, and the hope of a pen with an ink that has ran out. and then, we met. if destiny is a joke, it most definitely is my favourite one, i'm glad we laugh at it together now / chandni 🍹 #NaPoWriMo2024 #poem #poetry #letsescapril #silverleafpoetry #escapril #friendship #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #deadpoetssociety #poetryinmotion #poetrygram #poetsoftumblr

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4/25/2024, 8:54:09 PM

God! I struggled with this one. Finally wrote something and then decided to scrap it and am posting this last minute thing, which reads better and feels truer. 25 April 2024 The horizon is nothing but a railing… a fence that we can walk up to, and look over. Like looking down the sides of a cliff ‘Oh! this is where he goes Every night!’ #napowrimo #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poems #nationalpoetrymonth #poets #poetryisnotdead #poet #poetryofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #poetrylovers #poetrygram #instapoet #herheartpoetry #spokenwords #poetrychallenge #globalagepoetry #igpoets #rekhta #poemsofinstagram #lovestory #poetssociety #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #creativewriting #silverleafpoetry #poemoftheday #spillpoetry #thealiporepostpoetrymonth

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4/25/2024, 8:50:53 PM

Title: Hit and Throw Lapse, collapse, Threw a nickel into a lake as a child once The fishes eating wheat balls swallowed it whole, Threw a stone from my terrace once Hit a cow and her calf, They trembled, mooed at me all weird I wondered why, Threw a tantrum as a teen once And wondered what made my sister cry, Hit a best friend accidentally across her face once And wondered why we never went back to how it was, Threw my heart at a stranger once Hoping he’d catch it and I’d catch his, A bad catcher anyways: missed his, It hit the concrete, I heard a thud, Thud, thud, thud, Lapse, collapse, Hit my head against the wall once And wondered what’s the thumping inside, Threw my arms at the invisible man on my mattress once, And wondered whose voice jolts me awake at 2:43 A.M. each night, Hit rock bottom once, And wondered what peak would be like, Threw myself from the top once, And wondered what finally hitting the floor would feel like, Free falling still, wondering, Thump, thump, thump, Lapse, collapse, Threw a nickel once Swallowed it whole And choked all my youth, Away from the highs and the lows, In the middle of the free falls, and the hard floors, Balanced or stuck, I don’t know, Lapse collapse Hit and throw Miss and run… -©Pratibha Badgal AA ________________________________________________ #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #writing #bymepoetryindia #herheartpoetry #silverleafpoetry #escapril

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4/25/2024, 3:35:37 PM

Thief of Love #poeticjustice #karma #lovepoetry #romantichearts #lovelessons #lovealwayswins #poetsofinstagram #instapoetry #shadowedrose_publishing #sadpoetry #silverleafpoetry #poetrysupportbybt #shadowedrose

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2/6/2024, 6:41:46 PM