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With all matters:
1 minute ago
A Rose is not only for a Summer
A night owl in the harvest moon
was awake till the ***** of the dawn
but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing
the boat in the digital river.
Deep down to a dreamweaving scene
that was, in musing, painstakingly creative.
Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism.
The darling buds of May will be in bloom.
The tickled pink nightingale too will
give out its voice, singing a song.
Save a copy and tweet it to all,
but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more.
Where does it shine and sizzle?
Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
6.50am #dawn #sun #sunrise #pibk #orange #daybreak #poetry #poet #poem #poems #poetsofinstagram #zoom
2 minutes ago
Reposted from @maya_writer_ - I know that my words may not appeal to many, I did not say I'm a talented writer. I practice writing only because I have been suffering and suffering for years, some of you did not live a full chapter of bitterness, let alone years of depression. I write to shut down the voice of remorse, which shouts in my whole being, I write, to dead people who couldn't wait for my words. I am writing about some of the stages of pain that I could not reveal to my friends. They left me in the road of oblivion broken and barefoot, they did not even give me time to take some of their memories to put it in the pockets of my pierced heart. I am not talking about the echo of my tears on papers. Here I found a third lung to breathe some of my heartaches.
I've met souls who wore the scars of my heart within their words. I have felt hugs in the distance, just with sincere words.
and some souls who pretended to share same sadness but their grief did not seem as loud as my grief. Finally I will not be rude and say I did not find support from you because I found a huge support, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support. Sorry if my words are dark. I used to find the beauty of everything in pain. I consider my mother the most beautiful woman in the universe But she wore sadness for years, I swear have seen suns with less light than her smile yet her beauty have been drowned with melancholy. I find the beauty in the orphan moon, The stars remind me, that being dust, is also beautiful. I find the beauty of hearts in the sea, who carried my tears and all my words.. -Maya
#poet #writer #pain #quotesfromtheheart #wisdom #womenwhowrite #poetry #writersoﬁg #qoute #heartbreakquotes #quotestoliveby #poetsociety #poetsofig #selflove #love #writer #lovequotes #quoteoftheday #inspiringquotes #inspirationalquotes #spilledink #ink #mayaahmed #mayaahmedpoetry #mayawriter #read #typewriterpoetry
4 minutes ago
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Let’s talk about poetry. It definitely seems to be in vogue at the moment, thanks to the wonderful collections by @rupikaur_ and I’d love to know what poetry you’d recommend! Next up for me, I’m going to tackle this beautiful proof of Toffee by the inimitable @sarahcrossanwriter 🖤 it’s a novel, written in verse, about a young runaway and a lady with dementia and the relationship between them.
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Allison has run away from home and with nowhere to live finds herself hiding out in the shed of what she thinks is an abandoned house. But the house isn't empty. An elderly woman named Marla, with dementia, lives there – and she mistakes Allison for an old friend from her past called Toffee.
Allison is used to hiding who she really is, and trying to be what other people want her to be. And so, Toffee is who she becomes. After all, it means she has a place to stay. There are worse places she could be.
But as their bond grows, and Allison discovers how much Marla needs a real friend, she begins to ask herself - where is home? What is a family? And most importantly, who am I, really?
5 minutes ago
Хочу, чтоб ожила твоя душа,
В ночи играя блёклым светом,
Хочу, чтоб кончились слова
Весной и жарким этим летом.
Хочу валяться на траве у дуба,
И слышать голос твой родной,
Хочу тянуться к тебе веткой сухо,
Чтобы бы обнять потом с лихвой.
Хочу до бара по тропинке узкой,
Без плана на год или новых два,
Хочу, чтоб небо стало тусклым,
И меж деревьев натянулась тетива.
Хочу улыбку видеть, нос горячий,
Уткнуться в бархат твоих плеч,
Тебе в ложбинку между настоящим
И временем, что перестало течь.
11 hours ago
Every time I lie down, I miss you being next to me. There isn’t a night that goes by where I don’t think of you. -ES
13 hours ago