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  • Adventure makes us better. It gives us new and exciting experiences, fresh opportunities, and a chance of discovering more about ourselves and our world.

The truth is that there is an adventure surging in all of us, begging us to let it out. But the fear of uncertainty will not make us unleash this adventure😔. The fear of uncertainty is what deprives us of being a better version of ourselves.

But the question is, "how much certainty do we need in an UNCERTAIN world of ours, how much?".
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P. S: Instagram algorithm remains inconsistent as ever, you can kindly turn on the notification post on my page to get instant updates.
Thanks👍
  • Adventure makes us better. It gives us new and exciting experiences, fresh opportunities, and a chance of discovering more about ourselves and our world.

    The truth is that there is an adventure surging in all of us, begging us to let it out. But the fear of uncertainty will not make us unleash this adventure😔. The fear of uncertainty is what deprives us of being a better version of ourselves.

    But the question is, "how much certainty do we need in an UNCERTAIN world of ours, how much?".
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    .
    P. S: Instagram algorithm remains inconsistent as ever, you can kindly turn on the notification post on my page to get instant updates.
    Thanks👍
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  • We were intensely in love
But intensely insane
  • We were intensely in love
    But intensely insane
  • 1 1 1 minute ago
  • Fell in love with what was the dream of you.
  • Fell in love with what was the dream of you.
  • 0 1 2 minutes ago
  • Orallow

Oranges and lemons,
For angels and demons. 
School buses and fire trucks,
For two squares and three blocks. 
A sunset and a sunrise, 
For your big, bright lies. 
M. Basilan-Chorawan
  • Orallow

    Oranges and lemons,
    For angels and demons.
    School buses and fire trucks,
    For two squares and three blocks.
    A sunset and a sunrise,
    For your big, bright lies.
    M. Basilan-Chorawan
  • 1 1 3 minutes ago
  • Poetry is a long cry throughout short nights . . .
  • Poetry is a long cry throughout short nights . . .
  • 0 1 3 minutes ago
  • Poem A Day April Challenge!
#AmyKayPoemADay

PROMPT 21: A personal ad.

30 poems in 30 days. Want to join in or view the daily prompts? Check out my story highlights. I’ll be posting a new prompt every morning. Use them however you wish and hop aboard if you see something that inspires you.
  • Poem A Day April Challenge!
    #AmyKayPoemADay

    PROMPT 21: A personal ad.

    30 poems in 30 days. Want to join in or view the daily prompts? Check out my story highlights. I’ll be posting a new prompt every morning. Use them however you wish and hop aboard if you see something that inspires you.
  • 31 3 9 minutes ago
  • Non reggo il peso
 che di una famiglia:
 quella ch'io stesso
 ho scelto, un tempo, quando
 in una sera mi chiesi il senso 
di questo indugiare nel mondo;
un miglio alla volta, un passo
 al secondo, un'emozione svilita 
e poi marcita dal logorìo 
di una luna incandescente 
senza dolci adoratori 
al suo cospetto...
e poi un'altra, e un'altra ancora,
fino ad arrivare a te.
Te, che di giorno sei ammantata,
e ricordi le memorie 
più trite e più felici,
ingenui e puri rivoli d'acqua 
ormai arsi nella canicola
che incalza ed avvicina 
la fatale estate.
Un rogo di carte scritte
 alzasti come sprezzo 
alla mia conoscenza 
che di tanti anni era accorsa,
quando morir sentivo tra le gocce 
di noia e di afasìa.
Mi baciasti
 aprendomi le palpebre,
scrutandomi gli occhi
 svelati da buio,
e di luce li riempisti 
e di senso 
infine.

La polvere si scrosta e le pagine 
superstiti pulsano
 come ventricoli
da quando sei arrivata,
 e poiché rimani.
È Pasqua, accanto alle capriole
 del fumo ci raccontiamo 
questa storia, erigiamo
il futuro della nostra famiglia. 
Ricordiamo che ci siamo scelti,
 e per questo 
ci amiamo.
 Per questo
 moriremo.
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.
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-Leopold
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Quadro di C. Monet, Colazione sull'Erba (1865-1866)
#poesia#poesiacontemporanea#poesiaitaliana#lapoesianonèmorta#poetryisnotdead#photografy#poetry#poem#lyrics#versi#lines#fotografia#lyrics#instapoetry#instapoetrygram#poetrycommunity#poetryislife#artisawayofsurvival#poetryaccount#poetrylovers#poetryislove#instapoesia#monet #arte
  • Non reggo il peso
    che di una famiglia:
    quella ch'io stesso
    ho scelto, un tempo, quando
    in una sera mi chiesi il senso
    di questo indugiare nel mondo;
    un miglio alla volta, un passo
    al secondo, un'emozione svilita
    e poi marcita dal logorìo
    di una luna incandescente
    senza dolci adoratori
    al suo cospetto...
    e poi un'altra, e un'altra ancora,
    fino ad arrivare a te.
    Te, che di giorno sei ammantata,
    e ricordi le memorie
    più trite e più felici,
    ingenui e puri rivoli d'acqua
    ormai arsi nella canicola
    che incalza ed avvicina
    la fatale estate.
    Un rogo di carte scritte
    alzasti come sprezzo
    alla mia conoscenza
    che di tanti anni era accorsa,
    quando morir sentivo tra le gocce
    di noia e di afasìa.
    Mi baciasti
    aprendomi le palpebre,
    scrutandomi gli occhi
    svelati da buio,
    e di luce li riempisti
    e di senso
    infine.

    La polvere si scrosta e le pagine
    superstiti pulsano
    come ventricoli
    da quando sei arrivata,
    e poiché rimani.
    È Pasqua, accanto alle capriole
    del fumo ci raccontiamo
    questa storia, erigiamo
    il futuro della nostra famiglia.
    Ricordiamo che ci siamo scelti,
    e per questo
    ci amiamo.
    Per questo
    moriremo.
    .
    .
    .
    -Leopold
    .
    .
    .
    Quadro di C. Monet, Colazione sull'Erba (1865-1866)
    #poesia #poesiacontemporanea #poesiaitaliana #lapoesianonèmorta #poetryisnotdead #photografy #poetry #poem #lyrics #versi #lines #fotografia #lyrics #instapoetry #instapoetrygram #poetrycommunity #poetryislife #artisawayofsurvival #poetryaccount #poetrylovers #poetryislove #instapoesia #monet #arte
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  • 65 7 19 minutes ago
  • You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. #StillIrise #MayaAngelou
  • You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I'll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
    Weakened by my soulful cries?

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don't you take it awful hard
    ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
    Diggin’ in my own backyard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I've got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
    I rise
    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise. #StillIrise #MayaAngelou
  • 46 5 20 minutes ago
  • Yes 🧡
  • Yes 🧡
  • 20 2 20 minutes ago
  • s u n a n d r a i n
words by @ilypoems ☀️
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i offer you smiles everyday, and you protect me from the storm.
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words are MINE ©️
follower count: 214✨
  • s u n a n d r a i n
    words by @ilypoems ☀️
    -
    i offer you smiles everyday, and you protect me from the storm.
    -
    words are MINE ©️
    follower count: 214✨
  • 7 1 20 minutes ago
  • happy dreary, overcast, sickly, make it stop.. Monday, to all of you! ♡♡
  • happy dreary, overcast, sickly, make it stop.. Monday, to all of you! ♡♡
  • 29 3 25 minutes ago
  • And what hurt the most was how it hurt him so little
  • And what hurt the most was how it hurt him so little
  • 10 1 26 minutes ago