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  • Be true to your art. Write, draw, paint, sing, photograph what you feel, not what you think you should feel. 💛
  • Be true to your art. Write, draw, paint, sing, photograph what you feel, not what you think you should feel. 💛
  • 264 6 13 hours ago
  • Heej! ✨😌 Bardzo cieszy mnie już taka piękna pogoda, bo naprawdę czekam już na prawdziwe, słoneczne, cieplutkie lato! 🌞 Zauważyłam ze takie lekko prywatne wiersze, a szczególnie o miłości zdecydowanie lepiej są przez Was przyjmowane i chętniej czytane ☺️ Być może wynika to z tego, że jesteście w stanie odnaleźć w nich własne uczucia, czy przeżycia 😌 Dajcie znać ☺️ Czasami jesteśmy w przyjaźni, miłości i wydaje nam się, że to ta osoba, że w końcu mamy z kimś wspaniała relacje. Nawet sobie nie zdajemy sprawy jak w jednej chwili może ta nasza relacja się zmienić i jak z dnia na dzień na osoba może dla nas kompletnie nic nie znaczyć lub po prostu być w naszym życiu taka najbardziej rażąca kula promienista 😪 Dziękuje Wam za coraz częstsze wiadomości prywatne, jest to dla mnie naprawdę bardzo miłe i motywujące 🥰 Ściskam Was mocno, miłego tygodnia! ❤️ #poezja #poezjawspółczesna #wiersz #miłość #przyjaźń #poetry #poem #artysta #poe #poet #passion #wierszowanie_czwartkowe_z_zuzanną
  • Heej! ✨😌 Bardzo cieszy mnie już taka piękna pogoda, bo naprawdę czekam już na prawdziwe, słoneczne, cieplutkie lato! 🌞 Zauważyłam ze takie lekko prywatne wiersze, a szczególnie o miłości zdecydowanie lepiej są przez Was przyjmowane i chętniej czytane ☺️ Być może wynika to z tego, że jesteście w stanie odnaleźć w nich własne uczucia, czy przeżycia 😌 Dajcie znać ☺️ Czasami jesteśmy w przyjaźni, miłości i wydaje nam się, że to ta osoba, że w końcu mamy z kimś wspaniała relacje. Nawet sobie nie zdajemy sprawy jak w jednej chwili może ta nasza relacja się zmienić i jak z dnia na dzień na osoba może dla nas kompletnie nic nie znaczyć lub po prostu być w naszym życiu taka najbardziej rażąca kula promienista 😪 Dziękuje Wam za coraz częstsze wiadomości prywatne, jest to dla mnie naprawdę bardzo miłe i motywujące 🥰 Ściskam Was mocno, miłego tygodnia! ❤️ #poezja #poezjawspółczesna #wiersz #miłość #przyjaźń #poetry #poem #artysta #poe #poet #passion #wierszowanie_czwartkowe_z_zuzanną
  • 140 6 17 hours ago
  • If there is nothing else you ever take away from anything I say, please let it be this: your feelings are not always facts, even if they are always valid. Valid doesn't mean true. Sometimes, your feelings are misleading and misguiding, and you have to learn to interpret them with logic and reason and common sense. ⠀
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If you do not do this, you become a pawn of the world. You become vulnerable, mostly, if not entirely, to your own impulses, biases and fears.
  • If there is nothing else you ever take away from anything I say, please let it be this: your feelings are not always facts, even if they are always valid. Valid doesn't mean true. Sometimes, your feelings are misleading and misguiding, and you have to learn to interpret them with logic and reason and common sense. ⠀

    If you do not do this, you become a pawn of the world. You become vulnerable, mostly, if not entirely, to your own impulses, biases and fears.
  • 326 8 11 hours ago
  • //of longing and heartbreaks// "What are we willing to do for love Deb?" .
"Everything." .
"Then why isn't it enough?"
Deb looks up at me as if I asked the most simple question ever. "But it is enough Noor." Deb says as he turns away taking few steps,puts on the record. 
Somewhere around the corner Beethoven plays.
"Then why don't people stay?" I hear myself mumble.
The two cup of coffee placed in front of us smells of caffeine and regret.
"People do stay. In our hearts. Even if they leave we carry them forever." Deb says .
"What's the point in loving someone then?" I find myself questioning. The nearly crowded street seems a bit lonely. .
"Love isn't a destination Noor, it's more like the journey. It's in the effort to become someone's something in a world where we are nothing.You don't stop when you find the one,that's from where your life starts."
.
.
 Now a days Deb talks like he's a hundred year old. That's the way he is. He always says the right thing even when the time is often wrong.
"I think there's a some kind of peace in the pieces someone left you." Deb continues .
"What kind?" I asks
Beethoven stopped playing,the air around us becomes light. Through the curtain there's a tiny ray of sunshine peeking. I could hear laughter around us.

Deb gets up pays the bill. I sit there for a couple more minutes. As his shadow fades slowly he calls my name.
"Noor?"
"Deb?"
"The kind after few years when you look back and smile. Not because they broke you but because it was that person who broke you."
  • //of longing and heartbreaks// "What are we willing to do for love Deb?" .
    "Everything." .
    "Then why isn't it enough?"
    Deb looks up at me as if I asked the most simple question ever. "But it is enough Noor." Deb says as he turns away taking few steps,puts on the record. 
    Somewhere around the corner Beethoven plays.
    "Then why don't people stay?" I hear myself mumble.
    The two cup of coffee placed in front of us smells of caffeine and regret.
    "People do stay. In our hearts. Even if they leave we carry them forever." Deb says .
    "What's the point in loving someone then?" I find myself questioning. The nearly crowded street seems a bit lonely. .
    "Love isn't a destination Noor, it's more like the journey. It's in the effort to become someone's something in a world where we are nothing.You don't stop when you find the one,that's from where your life starts."
    .
    .
    Now a days Deb talks like he's a hundred year old. That's the way he is. He always says the right thing even when the time is often wrong.
    "I think there's a some kind of peace in the pieces someone left you." Deb continues .
    "What kind?" I asks
    Beethoven stopped playing,the air around us becomes light. Through the curtain there's a tiny ray of sunshine peeking. I could hear laughter around us.

    Deb gets up pays the bill. I sit there for a couple more minutes. As his shadow fades slowly he calls my name.
    "Noor?"
    "Deb?"
    "The kind after few years when you look back and smile. Not because they broke you but because it was that person who broke you."
  • 1,209 15 18 hours ago

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  • Τάκη Σινόπουλου, «Δοκίμιο ’73-74. XVI»

7/10/74

Η Ελλάδα ταξιδεύει χρόνια μέσα στην Ελλάδα ακολουθώντας το χυμένο αίμα  το σπαταλημένο.

Αίμα σταλαματιές κυλάνε στάζουν κάτω στον Άδη

Πέφτουν απάνω στους νεκρούς οι σκοτωμένοι αλλάζουν θέση δεν ξυπνάνε.

Μόνο το χέρι τους υψώνεται και δείχνει τη μεριά που περπατάνε οι δολοφόνοι.

Η Ελλάδα ταξιδεύει χρόνια ανάμεσα στους δολοφόνους.

Από τη συλλογή Το χρονικό (1975)
 #quote #quoteoftheday #poem #poet #poetry #greekpoetry #greekpoem #greece
  • Τάκη Σινόπουλου, «Δοκίμιο ’73-74. XVI»

    7/10/74

    Η Ελλάδα ταξιδεύει χρόνια μέσα στην Ελλάδα ακολουθώντας το χυμένο αίμα το σπαταλημένο.

    Αίμα σταλαματιές κυλάνε στάζουν κάτω στον Άδη

    Πέφτουν απάνω στους νεκρούς οι σκοτωμένοι αλλάζουν θέση δεν ξυπνάνε.

    Μόνο το χέρι τους υψώνεται και δείχνει τη μεριά που περπατάνε οι δολοφόνοι.

    Η Ελλάδα ταξιδεύει χρόνια ανάμεσα στους δολοφόνους.

    Από τη συλλογή Το χρονικό (1975)
    #quote #quoteoftheday #poem #poet #poetry #greekpoetry #greekpoem #greece
  • 1 0 10 hours ago
  • The sound that a broken heart makes // Memory 🖤
  • The sound that a broken heart makes // Memory 🖤
  • 3 1 10 hours ago
  • Fear of the dark...No, Fear of the Light

In the dark I dream... in the dark I’m not judged... in the dark I can see the stars...beauties we miss as we sleep.

In the light I’m exposed... vulnerable...forced to fight & prove my worth to the world.

To the darkness I’m accepted and comforted. Inherently we cannot survive on darkness alone and for that I often step outside smell the crisp air and smile. 🌄 📸: @tiffy.lynn 
#hike #light #night #life #poem #smile
  • Fear of the dark...No, Fear of the Light

    In the dark I dream... in the dark I’m not judged... in the dark I can see the stars...beauties we miss as we sleep.

    In the light I’m exposed... vulnerable...forced to fight & prove my worth to the world.

    To the darkness I’m accepted and comforted. Inherently we cannot survive on darkness alone and for that I often step outside smell the crisp air and smile. 🌄 📸: @tiffy.lynn
    #hike #light #night #life #poem #smile
  • 6 0 10 hours ago
  • -swim, swam, swum-⁣⁣
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(day 25: pick an animal) about to see Endgame and I AM NOT OKAY.
  • -swim, swam, swum-⁣⁣
    ⁣⁣
    (day 25: pick an animal) about to see Endgame and I AM NOT OKAY.
  • 2 1 10 hours ago
  • I am completely and utterly alone and it really hurts that no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to make anybody want to stay. 😔
  • I am completely and utterly alone and it really hurts that no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to make anybody want to stay. 😔
  • 12 1 10 hours ago
  • Picking and choosing 
I said I needed you 
You picked and choose
What if I did the same to you 
Picking and choosing the times to fuck with you 
You made it loud and clear 
Switching up was something that you seen in your eyes as clear 
Running game is for the lames 
Some junk you entertained 
I said my truth 
Followed by chucking it up 
I changed you say but did you ever think I act the way I do because of you 
Everything changed 
Just like when I asked you a question the whole topic changed 
Could never figure out what you wanted to do however you figured out not to speak the truth
Found out you just wanted to pick when to fuck with me 
Let’s switch it up imma choose not to fuck with you 
And chuck the deuces Up At you boo 
Queen Poetry

#picking #choosing #breakups #poetry  #poetrycommunity #poem #poems #black #poetrybooks #poetryporn #poetsofinstagram  #relationships #relationship #lovestory #love
  • Picking and choosing
    I said I needed you
    You picked and choose
    What if I did the same to you
    Picking and choosing the times to fuck with you
    You made it loud and clear
    Switching up was something that you seen in your eyes as clear
    Running game is for the lames
    Some junk you entertained
    I said my truth
    Followed by chucking it up
    I changed you say but did you ever think I act the way I do because of you
    Everything changed
    Just like when I asked you a question the whole topic changed
    Could never figure out what you wanted to do however you figured out not to speak the truth
    Found out you just wanted to pick when to fuck with me
    Let’s switch it up imma choose not to fuck with you
    And chuck the deuces Up At you boo
    Queen Poetry

    #picking #choosing #breakups #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #poems #black #poetrybooks #poetryporn #poetsofinstagram #relationships #relationship #lovestory #love
  • 3 0 10 hours ago
  • Stay strong and stay focused on your objective 💪🏾🙏🏾🙌🏾
  • Stay strong and stay focused on your objective 💪🏾🙏🏾🙌🏾
  • 7 1 10 hours ago
  • *Our stash is in our sun
.
& so Jasmine is done
I couldn’t please Jasmine
.
because only a couple of days ago
I met the proper understanding of life
.
A few people were busy talking on the street
I was mortified & tried to speak louder than all of them
.
Our stash is in our sun!
& so the neighbor said that Jasmine is done!
.
She asked me to write a short story about her boyfriends
I laughed & laughed & laughed until she left
.
toward the popular old world shrub. A cape
of ornamental & bears fragrant cobblestones
.
Whether that was true? She gave me a rule
We have things to do —- which I cannot do
.
Create me an alphabet
or better go home
.
I said
it wouldn’t do,
because of horrible flowers 
like you
.
#BuArt #BuArtPhotography
  • *Our stash is in our sun
    .
    & so Jasmine is done
    I couldn’t please Jasmine
    .
    because only a couple of days ago
    I met the proper understanding of life
    .
    A few people were busy talking on the street
    I was mortified & tried to speak louder than all of them
    .
    Our stash is in our sun!
    & so the neighbor said that Jasmine is done!
    .
    She asked me to write a short story about her boyfriends
    I laughed & laughed & laughed until she left
    .
    toward the popular old world shrub. A cape
    of ornamental & bears fragrant cobblestones
    .
    Whether that was true? She gave me a rule
    We have things to do —- which I cannot do
    .
    Create me an alphabet
    or better go home
    .
    I said
    it wouldn’t do,
    because of horrible flowers
    like you
    .
    #BuArt #BuArtPhotography
  • 23 1 10 hours ago
  • ...
Devranın cevrinden şikâyet etme Hâfız
Sen kulsun, Allah’ın işini sen ne bilirsin.

Hâfız-ı Şîrâzî
#hafız #sadişirazi #poem
  • ...
    Devranın cevrinden şikâyet etme Hâfız
    Sen kulsun, Allah’ın işini sen ne bilirsin.

    Hâfız-ı Şîrâzî
    #hafız #sadişirazi #poem
  • 5 0 10 hours ago
  • قلبم آشیانه ی کلاغ هاست 
چشمانم کُره ای تخریب شده 
لبانم زخم آویزان از زبان لال شده 
و نگاهم اضطرابِ طنابِ دارِ قتل های نکرده 
عزیزم این جنازه از برای عاشقی نیست،
تمامم خاکستر است تنها مرا به نسیم بسپار 
می خواهم بر لباس پیرزنی بنشینم که چشم هایش هنوز سرزمینی برای زندگی است...
نرگس روحانی 
Face: @nasim.rohani
Photo by : @mahyarfazelirad
  • قلبم آشیانه ی کلاغ هاست
    چشمانم کُره ای تخریب شده
    لبانم زخم آویزان از زبان لال شده
    و نگاهم اضطرابِ طنابِ دارِ قتل های نکرده
    عزیزم این جنازه از برای عاشقی نیست،
    تمامم خاکستر است تنها مرا به نسیم بسپار
    می خواهم بر لباس پیرزنی بنشینم که چشم هایش هنوز سرزمینی برای زندگی است...
    نرگس روحانی
    Face: @nasim.rohani
    Photo by : @mahyarfazelirad
  • 9 2 10 hours ago
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  • 32 1 18 hours ago
  • I ran 
with grave intention
fast
beastly 
away
from the things I never said
and forbidden to
My hands 
are impoverished 
penniless 
from this currency 
owed to 
the thousand dawns 
hiding 
my regrets 
But even if 
I left them 
bound at the neck 
Their echoes
the poundage of those words 
They return to my chest 
bearing  nine more lives 
Elle Bor
  • I ran
    with grave intention
    fast
    beastly
    away
    from the things I never said
    and forbidden to
    My hands
    are impoverished
    penniless
    from this currency
    owed to
    the thousand dawns
    hiding
    my regrets
    But even if
    I left them
    bound at the neck
    Their echoes
    the poundage of those words
    They return to my chest
    bearing nine more lives
    Elle Bor
  • 145 16 23 April, 2019
  • I never knew the depths my soul can course through, 
once it learned of its fate next to your name. And I was finally told of its measure when you  ran your blade down the troughs of my convulsing flesh. There, a home awaits me at rock bottom.
Elle Bor
  • I never knew the depths my soul can course through,
    once it learned of its fate next to your name. And I was finally told of its measure when you ran your blade down the troughs of my convulsing flesh. There, a home awaits me at rock bottom.
    Elle Bor
  • 104 5 23 April, 2019