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You know its love when you lose your heart and it's anger when you lose your mind. There's a reason why love is always associated with heart. There's a reason it beats faster sometimes. They say that the mind is the most complex thing about the humans. But I know that minds can controlled or manipulated. They call it brain washing. But what about hearts? I've never heard about the heart being controlled or manipulated. And there's nothing like 'heart washing'. Afterall, maybe its true that the heart never lies. And they say - Don't stress your mind (why not heart?) Does it matter? Its the matter of heart, They don't understand. //complexities of heart . ~ @za1dpathan ________________________________________________ Picture: Wallcraft
“Ankomsten” (The Arrival) . . . ♥️💙♥️I Will Eternally Love You♥️💙♥️ . . . If you are reading this, Thank You for doing more than just clicking Like. If my writings speak to you, your heart, or something you are going through, Follow me @LostTreasureLove as I travel through the rest of my days without the Love of My Eternity. I do appreciate all of my followers, and thank you for joining me. Reposts with credit and Tagging your favorite poetry Instagram accounts are most appreciated, as well as turning Post and Story notifications to On, so you know when I’m writing. (All works are original and ©️ by me. Any resemblance or similarity to any other published work is purely coincidental. Reposts are credited to their respective authors. Photos credited where possible and used for non-commercial work only.) . . . #poem #poetry #poets #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #igpoetry #igpoets #instagrampoets #writersofinstagram #igwriters #writingcommunity #omypoetry #poets_community #thelovelypoets #eleonandco #poetsofficial #poetryempire #poets_community #heartofpoets #madewords #bymepoetryamerica #bymepoetry #bymepoetrylove #bleedingsoulpoetry #avoicefromfaraway #yourheartbeatslive . . . @bymepoetry @bymepoetryamerica @bymepoetrylove @heartofpoets @madewords @doortooursouls @pentupthoughts @globalagepoetry @poets_community @untwineme.ca @untwine.me @silverleafpoetry @worldofpoets @rhetoricrush @avoicefromfaraway @penguinpoetrynyc @poem_wars @theliteralscript @bleedingsoulpoetry @omypoetry @artlixirfresh @poets @writers @thegoodquote.co @poetrynetworking @poets_official
Abortion is still illegal in 26 countries across the world, the latest being the state of Alabama. Let's fight for women to have rights over their own bodies. . Kudos to our editor @sol.et.luna.writes for writing this powerful piece. . Let us know what you think about it in the comments below. . Kindly repost with original credits to the writer. . #authorsofinstagram #abortion #womensrights #womenempowerment #poetryporn #poeticthoughts #poetssociety #poema #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #creativewriting #instawrite #writinglife #igpoetrycommunity #poetrypage #featured #potd #womenwhowrite #womeninspiringwomen #humanity #humanityfirst #seasonofwords #avoicefromfaraway
Let me play a song and you can watch me dance all night long. This is no space for fear nor pride, just come with me. The stars will twinkle and do their own dance as we dance ours, what a lovely night it is to be alive. Picture: Pinterest Edit: @insidecaitlynsmind —————————————————————— #poetrynetworking #bymepoetryamerica #writersofinstagram #poetry #prose #prosepoetry #micropoetry #oracularpoetry #dazzedoutfeatures #avoicefromfaraway #madewords #omypoetry #poetrycommunity #writersnetwork #musicislife #wordswithqueens #wordsmith #spilledink #poetryisart #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetscorner #poetess #bleedingsoulpoetry #writersuniverse
I’ve really put myself out there this weekend. And it’s been okay. - Day 19: write a poem that sounds like a journal entry #dailyblurrypoem // abc
Admiring the assortment of colors and bundles of blooming flowers thriving bright and plentiful in plain tin buckets in a small quaint flower shop, I was drawn to a whimsical peculiar type, striking cheerful funnels with thin erect filaments sticking their elongated stamens out peppering carmine powder on their ravishingly spread out supple tepals. A dramatic display of audacity and assertiveness. “I know my place in the world.” the bold lilies seemed to say. Showy natural-born beauties they are. Can we ever experience this? The burgeoning of thought? The sudden growth spurt of inner vision? Bare ourselves proud and unapologetic? “I know my place in the world. I am an undifferentiated fractal, an integrated pattern of a grand intricate design.” Perhaps one day, this subliminal voice that murmurs within will speak loud and clear. Silence the clamor of negativity and bad advice. Aren’t we all born to be bold and beautiful like lilies? ©once_upon_my_poetry @your_poetic_voice #poetess #poem #poetry #poetryisnotdead #creativewriter #poetrysociety #avoicefromfaraway #bleedingsoulpoetry #bymepoetry #closerlivespoetry #dazzedoutfeatures #globalagepoetry #globalpoetcult #heartofpoets #herheartpoetry #oracularpoetry #madpropslive #momanddadlivepoetry #packpoetrylive #penguinpoetrynyc #poetrypunchlive #theoracleschoice #thepoetryposse #thepoetsanonymous #yourheartbeatslive #ypvdailypoem #ypvlive #lilies #motivationalpoem #inspirational
A Voice from Far Away is a poetry community, and a subsidiary of our webzine www.avoicefromfaraway.com . Congratulations to our featured writer @giana.say ♥️. . Kindly repost with original credits to the artists. . Post curated by Mira @mira.hpoetry . . . °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° . ⭐Send us your poems, short stories, blogs at submissions@avoicefromfaraway.com for getting published in the magazine.⭐ . °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° . No ©Copyright Infringement intended. 🚫 . . . For Instagram Features ♥️Follow @avoicefromfaraway ♥️Tag @avoicefromfaraway on image ♥️Use #avoicefromfaraway in caption Other hashtags: #voicepotw for Poet of the week #voiceinstalive for Feature on Weekly Live #voiceinstaspoken for Spoken-word submission . °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° . . . #poetryclub #napowrimo #spokenwords #humanity #poema #poetrychallenge #poetssociety #love #lovestory #lovepoem #poetrygram #poetsofinstagram #poets #loveofpoetry #poetrycommunity #poemsporn #theartofpoetry #soulwriter #wordsmith #wordsmatter #wordstoliveby #writtenword #spilledink #authorsofinstagram #seasonofwords #avoicefromfaraway
“Smittsomme” (Infectious) . . . ♥️💙♥️I Will Eternally Love You♥️💙♥️ . . . If you are reading this, Thank You for doing more than just clicking Like. If my writings speak to you, your heart, or something you are going through, Follow me @LostTreasureLove as I travel through the rest of my days without the Love of My Eternity. I do appreciate all of my followers, and thank you for joining me. Reposts with credit and Tagging your favorite poetry Instagram accounts are most appreciated, as well as turning Post and Story notifications to On, so you know when I’m writing. (All works are original and ©️ by me. Any resemblance or similarity to any other published work is purely coincidental. Reposts are credited to their respective authors. Photos credited where possible and used for non-commercial work only.) . . . #poem #poetry #poets #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #igpoetry #igpoets #instagrampoets #writersofinstagram #igwriters #writingcommunity #omypoetry #poets_community #thelovelypoets #eleonandco #poetsofficial #poetryempire #poets_community #heartofpoets #madewords #bymepoetryamerica #bymepoetry #bymepoetrylove #doorstooursouls #bleedingsoulpoetry #globalagepoetry #avoicefromfaraway #yourheartbeatslive . . . @bymepoetry @bymepoetryamerica @bymepoetrylove @heartofpoets @madewords @doortooursouls @pentupthoughts @globalagepoetry @poets_community @untwineme.ca @untwine.me @silverleafpoetry @worldofpoets @rhetoricrush @avoicefromfaraway @penguinpoetrynyc @poem_wars @theliteralscript @bleedingsoulpoetry @omypoetry @artlixirfresh @poets @writers @thegoodquote.co @poetrynetworking @poets_official
Lapsang Souchong. A modern sonnet about tea? How very British 🇬🇧
You choose the next step you take!
~Used to it~ . You ran into me on a rainy day in a bookstore. And for the first time, I felt what a comet feels on collision. My books all over the floor watching my story. I stutter and gather them, you give a hand and it brushes mine. My heart says, "I wanna get used to this." . It's our first date, the coffee shop is packed and yet everything is out of focus. We both ordered hot chocolate. You look around. I sense hesitation. I insist and you ask me to try your favorite pastry. I nod, lost in those big loopy earrings. I don't talk much, you don't stop. You eat the whole pastry all by yourself. I laugh and say, "I'll get used to it." . It's movie night. I choose paper towns but you want to watch amazing spiderman 2. We end up watching both. I cry as Peter watches Gwen's speech on repeat. I feel your eyes on me and I hold back my tears. You brush my face and tell me I don't need to. I think "I can get used to this." . I make chinese. The clock ticks past dinner time. The heart gets colder, so does the food. I doze off, you walk in. You ate out and I'm not hungry anymore. You go to sleep I clean up. I look at the Chinese and it stares at me. Something whispers "get used to it." . You shout. I apologise. I tell you I couldn't get out from work. You say I don't love you anymore. You slam the door shut. I stand there waiting. The ring in my pocket says "get used to it." . We stand on two sides of the door. You say, "some things are not meant to be." I want to say so much, But I have grief in my mouth. And all my words seem to drown in it. The door shuts. Its sound makes my heart crack. I hear it say, "I'm used to it." . -Sagar Singh @the_wandering_writer . . Photo by @existentialismmm7
When she wanted to stay I pushed her away Now we are miles apart And the silence is as Still as it can be I did this because I knew If I was the cold dessert She was the Mediterranean Sea (By me)😅 #artofpoets #communityofpoetry #avoicefromfaraway #poems #poemsociety #poetcommunity #penupthoughts #poemsofinstagram #poetry #poetryclub #poetsdaily #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #spilledinkpoetry #spilledthoughts #shortpoems #thecultivatedfool #poetsociety #writersociety #writer #ipreview via @preview.app
Happy Sunday, friends ♥️ I believe that God loves you, more than you ever thought possible- and more than you dared to imagine- just exactly like you are right now. #SettleDown #conversationswithgod
The distance between us, It never kept us apart. The love we have is exceptional.
A poisoned mind destroys all that is good ✍🏻 • Trying out a new design, what do you all think? ______________________________________ #avoicefromfaraway #passionofpoetry #magazinecutouts #quoteoftheday ✏️ #wordporn #poet_artist #dictionaryart #thepoetslist #igpoetrysociety #perthpoets #globalpoetcult #flatlayjournal #flatlayinspo
Katauta: I'm singing in the rain. . . . Day 19 prompt #fktheblockmay - Rain . . . #hungryheartthirstysoul
//a n e w h o m e🏩// . . Photo credit @lisa_troyanovskaya
I’ll hang it on the clothesline near the white chicken barn, where the pied myna come and sing an off tune song the shape of your smile. • @mira.hpoetry • • • #abodeofpoets #artofpoets #avoicefromfaraway #bymepoetry #communityofpoetry #featuredpoems #globalpoetcult #globalagepoetry #heartofpoetsbloom #madewords #onmypoetry #penupthoughts #poemsociety #poemsofinstagram #poetcommunity #poetryisnotdead
how can you bear it? people like to ask her, some with envy, some with scorn. doesn’t it ache to place your faith in things so uncertain, to always anticipate something more? of course it hurts to hope, she laughs in response, her eyes trained on a lone blue canary taking flight. from afar it is difficult to tell bird from sky. but it will always hurt less than having nothing to hope for.
THIS IS FOR ALL THE WOMAN AND PEOPLE IN TO DEEP AND FEEL THEY CANT GET OUT...YOU CAN!!!! You made my eyes wail Toxic rain From your special kind of love The kind that breaks me down Into tiny pieces of nothing The kinda love that leaves me holding Onto rails The kind that leaves me crawled into A bundle a fetal position Of hurt You go ballistic with that narcissistic Finger pointing shouts of anger You break mirrors as you walk by them As darkness follows in your wake You take my goodness and smash it With a hammer A Cyclops one eyed one single view Only yours you see That constant feeling of being Microscopicly scrutinized You use my body as means to your Twisted ends You have locked me inside myself And swallowed the key To my happiness You have claimed my wildness And broke me till my tail No longer wags between my legs Every glance at me is not of love But looking at a possession That no one else can have and use but you You have stole me from me When every reflection of myself i see Looks distorted I dont feel beautiful unless you tell me When you feel to share a scrap Of kindness from your table And on crumbs i now live Nothing i say or do is up to your expectations And it shows through your hurtful Spiteful words of frustration I wither away tiny piece by pieces Sinking into the abyss Hardly remembering a life i have lived Before The devils handshake With smiling face and gnashing teeth Behind curtains and bedroom walls Now the empty shell of me As i wonder through these halls An emotional intellectual clusterfuck Of a being... Just waiting for the next volley And onslaught Of terror THE REAL SIR REAL
Yes, I believe everyone is perfect but, for a specific someone. I have found my perfection have you? Show me Ur thoughts on it and collaborate with me... #animeshkaushikquotes #love #loveforwriting #writingforlove #beingperfect #notperfect #perfectforyou #avoicefromfaraway #bymepoetryindia #theomnipresentomniscient @the_omnipresent_omniscient I would like to feature here an amazing writer from Nagpur I met just yesterday but have become a great friend with. The best part is the humour and vocabulary. Do check out the page @purvi_ganvir Read my thoughts on @YourQuoteApp #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub
"In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon" ~Lang Leav ____________________ Days turned to months, Months to two years, I saw you turn around in the opposite direction, At the sight of me, I saw you cringe, When my name reached your ears. I was happy, To see that you had moved on, That your heart didn't ache for me, I welcomed your hate with open arms, But the truth has struck me, Like an unannounced bolt of lightening, It breaks my heart, It wounds my soul too; How you lurked in the shadows, Kept track of my life, While I thought you didn't care; How you tried to weaponize, My vulnerabilities against me, How you mocked my tears, How when I thought I was alone, You were always there- Silently looking, Observing, Noting. Now I don't know, Whom to be scared of the most; The ghosts that come out at night, Or a friend, Whom I trusted long before. _______________________ . . . #friend #betrayal #hurt #words #heart #friendship #feelings #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #lovelydayz1
My heart faded to grey As the color red lost its vitality When you went away The moonlight lost its glow and luster Now its just a ball with holes Stars only reflect dark shadows of that empty space where your suppose To be I can feel you still all over me ..but cannot touch you I smell you still beside me.. but cant see you I miss the music and chorus We use to sing our mating ritual calls I miss my thoughts getting read Psychicly When we would E.S.P When looking deep and we would S.E.X Subliminal texts shooting From mind to mind I miss not having to explain myself Comprehension grasped Us both when conversating I miss waking up and saying silent prayers For the person lying next to me I miss our heated back and forth And when smack talk meeted pillow talks And i would slapp your tush And you playfully yelled out"ouch!!" With that naughty smile on face And our coded signals brought a sparkle To our eyes...like "oh its on now" I miss being proud to walk next to you And people would look and see Pure elation on me I miss every time i want to share a moment special to me And i turn to you And you no longer occupy the space beside me I miss the feeling of being needed And wanted and desired in your eyes And im sorry that i missed doing And saying so many things when i had the chance Before you left And now im just a missing mess Of empty missings Talking to myself.... THE REAL SIR REAL
Sometimes when you drown because flapping your hands become an effort, you wait to touch the last stone on river bed of your fluid life. You do that consciously because all this while you have seen yourself sailing through the tides of cold pain. Pain which sometimes rests on your shoulders, trusts you how a toddler trusts his father as he picks him up. You carry it even when your life looks azure to the people sitting by your side. You carry it when grief finds your address and knocks on your ajar doors and peeks inside like the young pup learning to walk as he slips and slides. When I was told my pain was just a small piece, because others had it worst, I remembered the young plant that died because I didn't know that roots were important for holding on to soil. I cut it's roots and planted the stem and kept watering it because it looked pretty to my childish eyes Little did I know how the mesh of those not so sorted roots were required to be alive. Just like my insecurities maybe. So i decided not to murder anything I knew nothing about. As i hopped in my frock and played outside, I made sure not to put my feet on those small ants. I rescued a butterfly once from the mouth of a cat and maybe this is the only story of saving life i can tell my children. Summers were hard. And nights even harder, because somehow the moths loved buzzing in my room more than the streetlights outside. Maybe they loved the warmth of life. But then I would trap them inside a perforated bowl, making sure they could breathe. Pain is a moth trapped inside my heart whose walls wither just enough to let the light in. My pain is phototropic you see. And they kept pushing me to move towards the end of the tunnel because that's where light made home out of broken ramnants of darkness. My pain engulfs my body like a deserted home covered with creepers around it. People capture it in their lenses to define beauty without knowing the cracked walls beneath. My pain is an old book opened and closed to fill my nostrils with musty fragrance.👇👇
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