@the.writer.says: Transform your feelings into masterpieces. #poetry #poem #Her #Love #BookTok

侨泱🇨🇳 :

That's what makes it art

Sunni_Yeepi :

People happy when their finally not single, while I'm sad, angry, disappointed of myself for finally having a bf even tho were just faking it to prank our friends... I never date in my entire life even now since its a fake date, but still... Act like we're dating feels wrong for me-

xyp03try_secret :

Posted my first one today!!

♡𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓠.★ :

but how could I write when I feel nothing

Ale_zhhhhh_🇮🇹🇧🇬 :

It’s called art

Justa🦕illybit⭐️ :

I’m looking for penpalsssssss who want to wir tree their poetry

BleedingVerses :

Relatable

Not using account :

Your feelings are poetry💗

sid :

always

savethatnote :

Exactly

𝓀𝒾𝓀𝒶𝓎'𝓈⋆₊⊹ :

my escape

sophie 🎭 :

ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ :

🦄m¡st🌟 :

i wished I was never treated like this, I take all of the scars and plant them in my vines, and most hurtful ones in heart. I will never forgive. I will never save anyone after how long it has been, they should be the one saving themselves not me. they should be independent.

★ Nao :

People enter our lives and then leave like a gust of wind, taking pieces of you with them, the missing pieces then become holes that you cannot fill. This void is so big that you get lost in it. A resentment of absence, an intense need to want to feel happy again. No matter the efforts you make, it will never be enough because they expect excellence, perfection what precisely, you cannot achieve. Exhaustion is a completely different kind of suffering, you can have slept for hours it will not go away, it accumulates until it explodes. Bursting on the way the tiny layer of glass that describes your balance. Never expect too much from a person because he will most likely disappoint you. Never give efforts for those who don't. That's what I remember, wounds stacked on my heart to the hair that I lose every time I wonder what I could have done wrong. They lie and make you hope for things that can never happen. We tear each other apart every day, the cause of separation is due to incessant manipulation and neglected promise. Why must we drop everything that is important to us for fear of not waking up again. The wave hit and we drowned. That's how I've seen the world for a while, deep and cruel. Why does it have to happen to the person who knows how to manage the least well-preserved problems?

수연 (Suyeon): :

"yes, I want you in every universe but I want you more in this one. I want to feel your heart beat against the rhythm of love in my body. Clearing the hatred away and leaving caution to hold. I love you from the moment you wake to when your head lays on my chest as you drift off. I love you in every universe but I love you more in this one."

E-m-y-🤍 :

(French poem) Il est Minuit passé, j’ai toujours envie de t’embrasser même si mon coeurs a dépassé ses raisons. Je suis prise dans ses roues de la vie meurtri dans toute ses façons. La vie est comme une rose fannée au millieu de la pluie. Mon seule envie est de pouvoir rejoindre ses étoiles si dances que je puisse dansé et m’amuser avec elle.

kotoko :

😳

ℳ❀ :

❤️❤️❤️

Heather :

🔥

maya :

🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Jack Boag 🇻🇦✝️ :

The rooms stopped holding their breath, Stopped asking me to explain you. I loved you like muscle memory Automatic, hard to retrain. But days kept moving forward, Pulling me with them, gently, Even when I resisted. I’m not over you, just beyond Who I was when I needed you. Your absence no longer follows so closely. I walk at my own pace now, Hands free, learning what to carry next.

pandaspoems :

This is so good! I’m trying to grow as a poetry account, if people wouldn’t mind checking out my account and dropping a follow I would really appreciate it!

Star☆Girl.赤💀 :

i do it too and it's kinda a therapy for me