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  • The days are may be hard, may be you don't feel like trying anymore. May be the people you loved are drifting away from you and you don't know why. May be no one ever cared about how you feel or what you love. Life can be discouraging at times, people can be cruel and heartless. But never let the darkness of the world take away the light that still shines within you. Whatever it is that you are dealing with right now, may be someone somewhere in the world is going through the same thing. You are not alone, no matter what you are going through. We are all different in so many ways but we are also quite the same when it comes to the matters of the heart. Don't judge your whole life based on your current circumstances. They are here to help you realize the power that you possess within you, to help you grow strong and wise from the inside. You are here for a reason, for a purpose beyond your understanding.🌸🌸 #poetryofdhiman
  • The days are may be hard, may be you don't feel like trying anymore. May be the people you loved are drifting away from you and you don't know why. May be no one ever cared about how you feel or what you love. Life can be discouraging at times, people can be cruel and heartless. But never let the darkness of the world take away the light that still shines within you. Whatever it is that you are dealing with right now, may be someone somewhere in the world is going through the same thing. You are not alone, no matter what you are going through. We are all different in so many ways but we are also quite the same when it comes to the matters of the heart. Don't judge your whole life based on your current circumstances. They are here to help you realize the power that you possess within you, to help you grow strong and wise from the inside. You are here for a reason, for a purpose beyond your understanding.🌸🌸 #poetryofdhiman
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  • falling slowly | ♡
  • falling slowly | ♡
  • 2,191 19 11 hours ago
  • I’ve spent it all on you, and I’ve none now.
#mazelogue
  • I’ve spent it all on you, and I’ve none now.
    #mazelogue
  • 2,783 43 9 hours ago
  • the people
we love the most,
hurt us the deepest...//07.12.19🌸🌸 #poetryofdhiman
  • the people
    we love the most,
    hurt us the deepest...//07.12.19🌸🌸 #poetryofdhiman
  • 7,067 43 12 hours ago

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  • 0 1 2 minutes ago
  • I got to talking to a friend today, about the last relationship I was in, and how, in retrospect, everything is alright. We learn the lessons we need to learn, we allow ourselves to feel, to not beat ourselves up for caring about someone who no longer is present our lives. 
Give yourself time to breathe, look your self worth in the eye as much as you can, love will come again. 
So relax those shoulders, have fun, kiss a stranger, read a book, have that glass of wine in the bath tub. Cry! Laugh! It’s all gonna be ok babe 🖤
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#poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poem #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofinsta #love #lovequotes #loveyourself #loveyou #loss #nola
  • I got to talking to a friend today, about the last relationship I was in, and how, in retrospect, everything is alright. We learn the lessons we need to learn, we allow ourselves to feel, to not beat ourselves up for caring about someone who no longer is present our lives.
    Give yourself time to breathe, look your self worth in the eye as much as you can, love will come again.
    So relax those shoulders, have fun, kiss a stranger, read a book, have that glass of wine in the bath tub. Cry! Laugh! It’s all gonna be ok babe 🖤


    #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poem #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofinsta #love #lovequotes #loveyourself #loveyou #loss #nola
  • 1 0 6 minutes ago
  • Today’s #poem is a song. “The Whole of the Moon”
as performed by The Water Boys in ‘85 & covered by Fiona Apple in ‘19

I pictured a rainbow. 
You held it in your hands. 
I had flashes. 
But you saw the plan. 
I wandered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room. 
I saw the crescent. 
You saw the whole of the moon. 
The whole of the moon. 
You were there in the turnstiles, with the wind at your heels. 
You stretched for the stars and you know how it feels to reach too high
Too far
Too soon. 
You saw the whole of the moon. 
I was grounded
While you filled the skies. 
I was dumbfounded by truth. 
You cut through lies. 
I saw the rain dirty valley. 
You saw Brigadoon. 
I saw the crescent. 
You saw the whole of the moon. 
I spoke about wings. 
You just flew. 
I wondered, I guessed, and I tried. 
You just knew. 
I sighed
But you swooned. 
I saw the crescent. 
You  saw the whole of the moon. 
The whole of the moon. 🌑
🌙
🌑
🌙
🌑
🌙
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  • Today’s #poem is a song. “The Whole of the Moon”
    as performed by The Water Boys in ‘85 & covered by Fiona Apple in ‘19

    I pictured a rainbow.
    You held it in your hands.
    I had flashes.
    But you saw the plan.
    I wandered out in the world for years
    While you just stayed in your room.
    I saw the crescent.
    You saw the whole of the moon.
    The whole of the moon.
    You were there in the turnstiles, with the wind at your heels.
    You stretched for the stars and you know how it feels to reach too high
    Too far
    Too soon.
    You saw the whole of the moon.
    I was grounded
    While you filled the skies.
    I was dumbfounded by truth.
    You cut through lies.
    I saw the rain dirty valley.
    You saw Brigadoon.
    I saw the crescent.
    You saw the whole of the moon.
    I spoke about wings.
    You just flew.
    I wondered, I guessed, and I tried.
    You just knew.
    I sighed
    But you swooned.
    I saw the crescent.
    You saw the whole of the moon.
    The whole of the moon. 🌑
    🌙
    🌑
    🌙
    🌑
    🌙
    #poetry
    #poetryofinstagram
    #poetrylovers
    #poetrycommunity
  • 1 0 6 minutes ago
  • Sometimes you aren’t in the kind of environment where you can change things. Sometimes the force you’d love to change is too powerful.
  • Sometimes you aren’t in the kind of environment where you can change things. Sometimes the force you’d love to change is too powerful.
  • 49 1 7 minutes ago
  • Nobody sees 
the crack in the lens
until the lens shatters without warning
because sometimes the crack 
is miniature
so minor and barely there,
that its existence is a vacant question
and the answer is a natural no
until some pressure
is innocently applied
at the wrong time
and everything splinters into tiny pieces
onto the ground below.

__ 'Cracks' by Abirami P. Kurukkal.

Illustration by 📷 @flowsofly
  • Nobody sees
    the crack in the lens
    until the lens shatters without warning
    because sometimes the crack
    is miniature
    so minor and barely there,
    that its existence is a vacant question
    and the answer is a natural no
    until some pressure
    is innocently applied
    at the wrong time
    and everything splinters into tiny pieces
    onto the ground below.

    __ 'Cracks' by Abirami P. Kurukkal.

    Illustration by 📷 @flowsofly
  • 7 1 8 minutes ago
  • LOST ART, FOUND SOUL

There’s founded beauty from destruction,
Rebuild torn walls into beautiful things
Rebirth your work from a broken canvas
Then watch your soul become true artistry

by Chad Leonard
  • LOST ART, FOUND SOUL

    There’s founded beauty from destruction,
    Rebuild torn walls into beautiful things
    Rebirth your work from a broken canvas
    Then watch your soul become true artistry

    by Chad Leonard
  • 8 1 1 hour ago
  • *
I.
when i speak,
my teeth rattle
like wheat pennies
in a cigar box.
entrails coil
at my throat.
gut punch exhales
snag like silk 
on tumbleweed lungs.
*
II.
every morning i
wake in this 
osteo frame, 
chewed through
like vermin in the walls,
and hum 
so as to not hear 
the teeth of my despair.
i trace irregular 
cardiac lines 
into the violet silt 
of my breastbone,
and somehow 
keep breathing. 
in spite of it all.
*
III.
i can’t see
the way from
thoracic to verb, 
from stardust to blood.
can you please please
re-light the torch?
staying open is a
knife blade grimace
carved lip to ear.
a snapped willow.
a desert snow.
it is stick matches
and kerosine 
smiles. 
i can 
no more. *
*
IV.
between the hades 
of our minds,
and the purgatory
of grace is
where storms gather
until love comes.
an unseasonable 
ray from the heavens
finds us locked in our
root cellars and
streams into our pores.
a kind of osmosis.
a kind of baptism.
a sliver of hope
you never want pulled
from your 
blistered, festered, 
calloused palms. •
• •#poetrycommunity #poetry #amwriting #writer #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #poetry #poet
  • *
    I.
    when i speak,
    my teeth rattle
    like wheat pennies
    in a cigar box.
    entrails coil
    at my throat.
    gut punch exhales
    snag like silk
    on tumbleweed lungs.
    *
    II.
    every morning i
    wake in this
    osteo frame,
    chewed through
    like vermin in the walls,
    and hum
    so as to not hear
    the teeth of my despair.
    i trace irregular
    cardiac lines
    into the violet silt
    of my breastbone,
    and somehow
    keep breathing.
    in spite of it all.
    *
    III.
    i can’t see
    the way from
    thoracic to verb,
    from stardust to blood.
    can you please please
    re-light the torch?
    staying open is a
    knife blade grimace
    carved lip to ear.
    a snapped willow.
    a desert snow.
    it is stick matches
    and kerosine
    smiles.
    i can
    no more. *
    *
    IV.
    between the hades
    of our minds,
    and the purgatory
    of grace is
    where storms gather
    until love comes.
    an unseasonable
    ray from the heavens
    finds us locked in our
    root cellars and
    streams into our pores.
    a kind of osmosis.
    a kind of baptism.
    a sliver of hope
    you never want pulled
    from your
    blistered, festered,
    calloused palms. •
    • • #poetrycommunity #poetry #amwriting #writer #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #poetry #poet
  • 7 0 3 hours ago
  • ☉the doors that separate us from our endeavors are often only an illusion.
  • ☉the doors that separate us from our endeavors are often only an illusion.
  • 239 10 4 December, 2019