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Every Day Poems

Kanal geosi va tili: Butun dunyo, Inglizcha

Toifa: Iqtiboslar

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Every Day Poems

14 Nov, 10:18

Better than keeping those feelings buried inside—at least this way, we don’t burn ourselves as deeply. We can burn our poems without setting our own hearts aflame.

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Every Day Poems

14 Nov, 08:11

The Accidental Poet dan repost

What if I tell you I am not as strong
as I appear to be, that the smiles are a well-rehearsed play?
Would you turn away,
or would you stay,
fingers tracing the pale truth
hidden beneath the layers?
I want to be seen
not as a poem of strength,
but as a story still finding its way.

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Every Day Poems

14 Nov, 06:04

Librettos of Lily dan repost

Make these midnights dance in the light as I rest inside all the faint moments,
Make these dreamy smiles appear real for a while as I fall on cherry waterfalls,

Make the vault of heaven obey as though I am reading librettos written on the clouds,
Make your gray skin change to olive in the middle of our roguery nights.

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Every Day Poems

14 Nov, 03:57

Retrogade Dissociation dan repost

Let me weave tales from strings of darkness and show you my abode among ravens and serpents.

Let me dip into the sea of broken dreams and behold the pictures on my bloody skin carved by the shards.

Don't bring me out the cave where the light obliterates my shadows, my strings of eternal tales.

What is there for me to bend and craft among the monotone white and the ever glaring colors?

I'll test my eyes in finding wonders amid the bleak and hear a torrent of voice where the animation of life comes to die.

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Every Day Poems

14 Nov, 01:49

Stars ✨🌌 dan repost

Being a writer
is like an open ticket for the
world to observe what goes on
in your mind, to read aloud your
shambled thoughts
and invade every angle.
Like a garden with flowers,
they pluck out their favorites
and trample the grass.

— Myra

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Every Day Poems

12 Nov, 19:06

Perspicacious Poetries. dan repost

In the end, I realized it was never just about the hurt—the sting of being wounded by people I adored, or the sharp edge of their words cutting where I was most vulnerable. Even as the pain lingered, I found myself loving them deeply, perhaps even more fiercely than before.

But something essential shifted.

I no longer trusted them. I could no longer look into their eyes and feel the warmth of being able to open these wounds without the fear of being pushed down.

I could never be the same again.

#agony

~©Darkpit

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Every Day Poems

12 Nov, 16:59

The Accidental Poet dan repost

When was the last time
someone truly asked
if you were okay,
not because it was routine,
but because they saw the storm
behind your eyes
and were brave enough to wait for the thunder to speak?

When did someone pause long enough
to feel your quiet grief
without needing to fix it,
just allowing it to be
without rushing to “make it better”?

When was the last time
someone held you,
not to fill your space with words,
but to sit in the silence
and let you be
exactly who you are?

1.6k 0 26 41

Every Day Poems

11 Nov, 13:03

Bliss & Blues 💙 dan repost

KID. ADULT. KID.

If I were a kid again,
I would learn to draw.
As an adult, I don't
even know how to draw
a boundary.

If I were a kid again,
I would learn to say no.
As an adult, I struggle
to decline.

If I were a kid again,
I would learn to maintain.
As an adult, I have
only learned to mess
things up.

If I were a kid again,
I would learn to let go.
As an adult, I cling
even to toffee wrappers,
given by my loved ones.

If I were a kid again,
I would learn to live.
As an adult, I merely
survive and rest less.

If I were a kid again,
I would learn what's
necessary,
so I wouldn't have to
unlearn what's not.

~ jeeya

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Every Day Poems

11 Nov, 10:56

KosmicKritika dan repost

Sombre verses bled in vain;
of voices constricted
in cryptic rhapsodies,
brimming with insanity,
no depth could conceive.

#grief
#poetry

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Every Day Poems

11 Nov, 08:49

Librettos of Lily dan repost

Your soul is a gift that keeps on giving for eternity. I tried for the longest to wrap my head around the makings of you but there aren't complex prose in which I could write without trapping some side of you inside a box, shadowed behind the sparkles of your other qualities. And this dilemma you craft from nothing makes all the witches and magicians doubt their sorcery.

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Every Day Poems

11 Nov, 06:42

Stars ✨🌌 dan repost

It's almost sad,
Almost sad when they sound
different around others,
When you'll notice you haven't
seen this part of them.

It's almost sad,
When you know it's because
they're not comfortable around
you,
Or perhaps you don't give
them enough reason to be
themselves.

~Myra

2.1k 0 18 38

Every Day Poems

10 Nov, 21:55

The Accidental Poet dan repost

You tell me “I am too much”
as if your heart were a forbidden place,
locked away,
as if feeling deeply were a wound that refuses to heal.

But sweetheart,
I crave the storm in you,
the tempest hiding in your chest,
the wild, unbridled surge of emotions no one else dares to face.

Let me drown in your chasms, wade through the shades of silence,
trace the flimsy map of your contusions,
run my fingers over every indented rim, each splintered shard
where the light has seeped out, yet somehow, beauty outshines despair.

If your love is a battlefield, then call me to arms.
If it’s fire, let me be consumed until I am ash.
I have always craved for a place fierce enough, raw enough,
to measure the depth of what I feel
a place that dares to test if my heart can stand unbroken,
even in the heart of your storm.

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Every Day Poems

10 Nov, 19:48

YOUthVINism🌼 dan repost

You inspire me in every way,
The way you shatter infinitely,
Yet stand tall each day.
The way they hurt you,
but you still show up with a smile,
Facing your struggles with grace all the while.
The way you go through the same thing always,
yet, giving it another chance,
The way you never seek reward, just love you share,
Oh! The selfless way you care.
The way your selfless love is a beautiful thing,
For those who matter, you'd do anything.
You inspire me in every way...
Yes, you do...
My heart.

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Every Day Poems

10 Nov, 12:33

Retrogade Dissociation dan repost

It isn't a place on earth but a moment in time I wish to escape to.

The silhouette that a cactus tree casts on a red car with the sound of flute filling a room like an incense floats and conquers a space. It transfixes my gaze inside the black like a black hole absorbs all.

And though nothing exists for the pleasure of my sight and the reassurance of my mind I know there lies beneath it a sense of wonder and calm that can subdue the most chaotic of voices.

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Every Day Poems

10 Nov, 10:26

Iris's Diary dan repost

In the month of November,
when you bought that white blanket for me so dearly,
I felt loved and adored, purely and sincerely.
This gift of yours keeps me warm,
shielding me from all harm.
The chilly winds can’t reach me,
because this white blanket protects me.

White like a swan, soft like snow,
it speaks of your love each time I wrap it slow.
It taught me what warmth, comfort, and coziness mean —
I never thought, even after you left, I’d still feel this serene.
It reminds me of your gentle, steady presence;
the fabric always feels so delicate on my skin.

Your love is here, still with me, in this white blanket —
I never got to say this, but thank you for gifting me this warmth, I'll never forget.

– Iris

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Every Day Poems

10 Nov, 08:19

The essence of love, dan repost

I have a question that keeps pressing on my heart,
gnawing from the inside.
What would you do if a wall suddenly rose up,
between you and someone you love?

A wall with no doors, no windows,
that shuts out your voices
where neither their call reaches you,
nor yours finds its way to them.

Would you stand there, waiting,
holding onto the faint hope
that somehow, you’d hear their voice again?
Or would you start breaking it down,
bare hands against the cold stone,
not caring about the cuts and bruises,
not worrying about what it might cost?

1.9k 0 16 19

Every Day Poems

10 Nov, 06:12

🖤 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 🖤 dan repost

Words lay heavy on my ribcage
And I’ve tried pouring them on paper yet the heaviness is still the same.
It’ll only disappear once I pour them into you.
But I can’t.
So I hope you’re reading this.
I’m sorry how things turned out between us.
I’m sorry I never gave you a second chance,
I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,
I’m sorry I misunderstood, and rushed into deep thinking.
I’m sorry,
but my bruised heart,
fears being given back to the person who punched it.
Wether you meant to or not.

2.1k 0 11 15

Every Day Poems

9 Nov, 10:37

Dead pen 🖋️ dan repost

Crying in the Night

I cried in the middle of the night,
alone, where no one could see,
wondering how I became so lonely,
how my heart felt so empty.

I blamed myself, over and over,
thinking maybe it’s my fault
that no one holds my heart close,
that I’m here, waiting in the dark.

I still cry for someone to choose me,
to see me, to say I matter.
But I know, deep down,
tears can’t make love appear,
tears don’t bring someone near.

Yet I let them fall, quiet and slow,
because even if they don’t change anything,
they’re the only way my heart knows
to say it’s hurting and alone.

~Thoughtless

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Every Day Poems

9 Nov, 08:30

Librettos of Lily dan repost

Breathe into this dead air and you shall know the desperation of acceptance,

Breath into those delicate eyes and you'll forever instill the agony of a slow burning dance,

Breath into the heart that was raided and you'll know your hands can't be a steady balance,

Breath into your intoxicated senses and you'll know the taste of a longing trance.

-so don't breath in, breath out.

2.3k 0 6 19

Every Day Poems

9 Nov, 06:23

I dreamed a dream,
That might have flown away anywhere,
I threw a web stream,
That might have torn from somewhere.

I stared thoroughly,
To get through it all once again,
I kept my eyes steady,
To make myself remain there.

I aspired to an aspiration,
That might fade away,
I stumbled on the path,
That might keep me far away.

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