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An old poem I wrote =D

“The Garden Where the Dead Still Bloom” “After Hugo Simberg’s The Garden of Death, 1896 Look at them— the black-clad gardeners bending quietly over their flowers, as though death itself had learned the tenderness of watering what it could not keep. There is no screaming here. No thunder. No… read more

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Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

Cinderella

Last night, I felt like I was Cinderella Minus the beautiful dress and shoes Dad says I should be asleep at 9:30 But I was talking to you Yes, I did sneak out, I'm guilty But our convo last night just hit me Thought that I knew you, you knew me But it didn't work out, I guess Because midnight… read more

Two people in different pace (edited)

Not There Yet Oh, here I am, just sitting, Wondering if I’m meant for something more, Like a sitcom rerun same jokes, same score. Twenty-one trips around the sun, And guess what? I’m still not the one! .... -little snippet of a poem I wrote🥰

A poem named Not There Yet by Sincerity V

A really old poem I wrote:)

“Girl Raised on Betrayal” "Tell me honestly— is love truly beautiful, or is it merely a myth invented by poets too lonely to survive reality? Because betrayal found me before I even understood what betrayal meant. It lived in my house like a second religion. I learned its language through… read more

What Remains After the Silence

I am the rest of something gone, a fading spark beneath the rain The dawn arrives, but not the dawn that once knew how to numb the pain I move through thoughts that twist, like a maze I built without a map I lose myself at every end, then wake again inside the trap I search for truths I cannot… (edited) read more

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A somewhat old poem

There are very few books I can return to again and again without ever feeling that I've truly finished them. Conclave by Robert Harris is one of those books. I'm currently reading it for the fifth time, and somehow, each time I return to it, I find something I hadn't noticed before—a different… read more

Afternoon reading

Sometimes I need a reminder that the recovery. Does not have a timetable... Our slow season is our season to heal and recover and regroup...

Day 2 of posting poems till I find love

If eternity has a beginning I hope it begins with finding you. Where years can pass without making us strangers, where time changes our faces, but never our eyes. I wanna live every season with you beside me, to watch the world change while our love remains. Because I don’t need a life without… read more

Finna post daily poems

I dont think you know what youve done to me... before you .., the starts were just starts , the rain was only rain and sunsets came and went without meaning... then you smiled. and somehow the ordinary became unforgettable now every beutiful thing reminds me of you. not because the world changed.… read more

Poem

Robbie Burns

Do you believe the good relationships take effort, or do they happen naturally?

An Ontology of Distance

I loved you beyond the epistemology of proximity, where presence is merely a conjecture and absence, an immutable theorem. You existed somewhere between phenomenology and impossibility— a recurring apparition my consciousness refused to classify as illusion. I made an apocryphal cathedral of your… read more

The Solitary Way

"White snow blankets the land as I travel alone through heaven and earth. Alone without any attachments, my solitary shadow travels freely.”

Wicked Game

Fake circumstances fake hearts, love fading it's too dark what to do when all is lost. Only love i find is in my dreams it will probably fall apart.

What's a man to do?

The morning breaks with heavy light, Dismissing remnants of the night. The mirror yields a steady face, A silent runner in the race. With debts to clear and mouths to feed, A stoic heart that must not bleed. When every road feels carved in stone, And you are crowded, yet alone— What’s a man to… read more

Is this a conflict?

Can you be happy alone and still want love?

Emotionally lost

When twilight wrapped the weary earth In sable veil and silent grace, The stars surrendered one by one To gaze upon your gentle face. The moon, once crowned in silver light, Grew pale beneath your quiet glow; For even night's immortal queen Could never match the warmth you show. Your eyes—like… read more

The Fear of Genuine Connection

Why do people chase your attention, then lose interest when they finally have it? 🤷🏻‍♀️

why it’s hard to believe when someone says they love you ? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Some people say they love the rain, yet they hide beneath an umbrella when it falls.☔️ Some say they love the wind, yet they close the windows when it blows.🍃

The Cartography of You

I loved you in absentia, where longing wears no name, a clandestine constellation that burns without a flame. You were my ineffable ache, a syllable I couldn’t say, an ephemeral kind of forever I watched from miles away. I kept you in the liminal spaces— between farewell and desire, where… read more

The Dignity Of stilness

A Nobel man sits still as a stone Stand like a qi / mountain Etiquette should be appropriate Behaviour should confirm to custom As for etiquette - It determines closeness and distance Resolve doubts , distinguish differences And clarifies right and wrong No matter what happens never lose hope

Contentment 🤍

Creating beautiful memories on my own, until someone who truly belongs joins the story. :)

Love and time

Is it true that some people can fall in love after being together for only a short time, while others set time limits for getting to know each other? For example, if you're talking to someone for less than 2-3 months and they say "I love you," it might not be real love. ? 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Unwritten, At This Age Today I turn a page— not just older, but newly unafraid of the empty spaces ahead. This age feels like a beginning, not an ending— like a song I’ve heard before but only now understand. The rest is still unwritten, they say— and for once, I believe it. No more living in… read more

He asked, “Will you open the door for me once again?” And for a moment, my heart almost forgot the pain. But then I remembered— I’ve opened it before… too many times for someone who always left it swinging behind him.

Experimenting with different poetic forms

-JOURNEY- To Think All we Want is to Belong somewhere in This world, want to find our path to Go, not stumble in the dark; maybe find a hand to Hold, some company on the journey, for a bumpy road with its gravel and dirt is Easier to take when you’re not alone but have some Love in your heart; one… (edited) read more

We are but a liar to ourselves

From the beginning I knew, How apart we are, And how things stand, And how we will end, I knew, and yet I hope for a different ending. m/n: making poems again : )

The Loneliness of Strong People

Is being strong a gift, or does it sometimes become a prison where no one realizes you need help too? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Honest

If everyone expressed their true feelings, would relationships become stronger, or would they end sooner?

Do the stars grieve?

I float where twilight spills its violet sighs, Carrying echoes of moments that slipped through my hands. Moonlight drapes the night like a forgotten lullaby, Do the stars ever mourn the hearts that wander alone, or simply watch them vanish?

A forgotten toast

Cheers To the mistakes, To the missteps, To the misfortunes, To the miseries, Cheers For in between all these, You endured, You fought, You struggled, Cheers, Because our pains Are all part of who we are, and what we become. And we’re still here, Living, believing and I hope Smiling.… read more

Poem #1

Disc: I'm just going to post poetry here that I've written, please be kind. 💕 I call this one: “Beyond The Walls I've Built” Peeking through the bottom of a glass, I wonder if I can see what grows beyond the willows. Tall grass stretches everywhere I turn, endless and unmoving beneath around… read more

Trust and let go

What’s for us will always find its way to us, no matter how long the wait. What’s not for us will always slip away, no matter how long we struggle to keep it. m/n: be kind to your heart and let it breathe and heal, let go.

What then?

When your hands are tired from holding doors that never opened, when your knees remember every prayer but heaven does not what then? When you have bent yourself into softer shapes, kinder words, better habits, brighter smiles like maybe if you polished hard enough you’d finally be chosen and… read more

A Love poem I wrote while not in love.

_The stars above glisten, shimmering light spilling across the sky. Love so rare, yet bold and bright. Beneath this hopeful sky lives a tale of you and I . not cold, not bitter, not bruised by the world we barely trust. Honeycomb sweet, tender and gentle. A love not only yours, not only mine, but… read more

Loneliness

From a heart of stone to a soft and gentle soul, times to try to be ourselves and be known though how will you be yourself when your mask holds itself alone.