Echo ~ Poetry By A Great Escape~ 30 Days of Reblogs #30

Then
I couldn’t let myself
fully see you
and all that you were.
I could only compare you
to him.
My heart was blindsided
and broken,
yet you still chose me.
Only now, years later,
I reflect on what I missed
and wonder
what could have been.
I feel now
the love that was forming
in the cracks of my heart
for you so long ago.
And, for just this moment,
I wonder—
were you
the loss of my life?

ThenI couldn’t let myselffully see youand all that you were.I could only compare youto him.My heart was blindsidedand broken,yet you still chose me.Only now, years later,I reflect on what I missedand wonderwhat could have been.I feel nowthe love that was formingin the cracks of my heartfor you so long ago.And, for just this moment,I wonder—were […]

Echo

Beautiful and haunting 💔

Sex Isn’t Enough ~ Poetry

When skin meets skin but souls don’t touch
When wanting more still isn’t enough
When bodies speak but hearts stay mute
And passion fades in borrowed fruit
The lights are low the room is warm
But something’s missing in the room
Of whispered lies and steady thrust
Not just desire dressed as lust
Its the spark that turns to dust
You reach for me I’m halfway there
Your hands the cure mine feel unsure
The fire burns but doesn’t stay
It flickers out by break of day
Because love asks for more than heat
More than wet passion and tangled sheets
More than sucking and half hearted beats
It wants the ache the staying power
The quiet dark the honest hour
So when the night has had its say
And pleasure slowly slips away
I learn the truth I can’t outrun
When sneaky off is no longer fun
When need outweighs the human touch
Sometimes the sex just isn’t enough

Find Me! By Roshni ~ 30 Days of Reblogs #24

Find me, dear, among broken words

Etched in angst and silent pauses

Spilling over unseen diary pages

Find me, dear, among broken words

Whispered softly, lost in the light

Find me, lest these fragments stay shrouded

Find me, dear, among broken words

Etched in angst and silent pauses…

Thank you 🙂

Find Me!

Beautiful ❤️

Find Me! ~

Prozac ~ Poetry

I swallow a small sun
Pressed into a chalky moon
It dissolves behind my eyes
Colors learn new rules
Walls breathe slow and wide
Time drips instead of flies
My sadness floats then runs
Not really gone just undone
Like a thought wearing water wings
Swimming through clocks and paper things
Drifting where the shadow folds and clings
Static vibrates in my blood
Authenticity buried under mud
Drowning in depression’s tide
Just tuned to another side
A radio between the rain
Learning how to hold the pain
Medicine in measured air
Softly arguing with despair

Prozac ~

Stutter ~ Poetry

I trip on sounds my heart already knows
Words line up then stop on their toes
A pause between thoughts a catch in my breath
Meaning waits patiently while words fall to there death
I hesitate where truths feel too loud
Where fear wears the face of a watching crowd
What I want to say drums hard in my chest
But courage and timing still argue their best
Every broken syllable carries a weight
Of love left unsaid of anger of fate
I stutter not weakly but carefully slow
Guarding the timing only silence has know

Between every stumble a truth still rings
Some words take their time to grow while others have wings

A lullaby for America By thebluediary6 ~ 30 Day of Reblogs #19

When I was little everything fascinating happened in America
Target, YouTube, Harvard and parties
Christmas, marshmallows and Halloween
it was your streets that made me hate ours
it was your jeans that made me hate my legs
and we were shocked when we learnt
the beggars on your street also beg in English 
and children know English as soon as they speak
the men can marry men and  
all the friends live together and never sleep
I wondered what more could these people want

But all day long I've watched babies split in half 
The universe all blisters and scratches 
The earth all terror and tyranny
And all I can ask is
What use is all my rage,
This fetishist omniscience  from our screens
30 seconds for Palestine
30 seconds for Sudan, Congo, 
these are distant wars and distant people
but they have hands that tremble like mine.
I stutter. The bombs don't.
The sun is taken far from here
and my eyes hurt and all these places
are burning.
Go to sleep America
and let us live.

A lullaby for America

This is a powerful, searing poem! This poem confronts injustice, grief, and anger without softening it or sounding preachy.
“I stutter. The bombs don’t.” is an exceptionally strong line!
“Go to sleep America and let us live” Ask for space to survive and peace ❤️
A quiet plea and an indictment.

I love it when poetry grabs hold of me and carries me away. I won’t pretend to understand the politics of it all. But I definitely felt every part of this poem! Thank you ❤️

A Million Miles ~ Poem

Hope is a current that pulls through the dark
A flame in the void a beat in every heart
Though oceans divide us my soul will not stray
I will find you though you are a million miles away

Love ~

What we have become By Colin Hayward ~ 30 Days of Reblogs #17

America is a
creaking colossus
a devouring god with its
mouth wide open and its
eyes sewn shut
broken hands stitching
dimming stars and crooked stripes
to funeral shrouds with a
a belly full of blood and money
briefly revealed in a rocket’s red glare

America is a creaking colossusa devouring god with itsmouth wide open and itseyes sewn shutbroken hands stitching dimming stars and crooked stripesto funeral shrouds with a a belly full of blood and moneybriefly revealed in a rocket’s red glare

what we have become

❤️🤍💙

Trivial Pursuit By Hazel Meadows ~ 30 Days of Reblogs #15

games can be much fun …

when the rules are laid out and …

you know you’re playing …

trivial pursuit

This Haiku is very mysterious. I immediately thought of life, I didn’t know I was playing until I was in my mid 30’s and losing. 😳

Take A Deep Breath By Nigel Byng ~ 30 Days of Reblogs #13

I love you because this is where my heart has chosen to rest.
And it feels so much like an act of heroism to step into the glare of possible rejection
To trust and reciprocate means letting go of our own apprehensions
Love is an act of bravery.

© Nigel Byng 2025.

Take A Deep Breath

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