Love Poetry

The nature’s song

I hear the trees greet me
When I am down the wind pick me
up, she envelopes and tickles

The clouds dance with the sun
in their best outfits, a perfect balance
of shadow and glimmer

Together they make a song
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay”
they sang it to me over and over

Call me mad; but the nature
has always comforted me
in ways nothing else was able.



your existence is enough

mayhap, your fingertips cannot manifest a birth of a star, but darling, dare gleam. inhale your poetries and carve them inside my tongue. breathe to me the universe, breathe for me.

(Submitted by @honeyedlemonjuice)



I cling to Saturdays
In fear of it passing by
Like a kid savouring candy —
Returning half to wrapper
Tucking it in the pocket to melt


Poetry Self-love

What you love

Exit the parade
What you love will bare themselves
Amid what remains


Poetry Self-love


Like flowers — unfazed,
unreserved to show their grace;
Let your colours bloom.


Love Poetry

Opposites and all

Some of us are a little broken
A crack in the bucket
The faith leaks out

Some of us, filled
before first words
Overflowing and eager

Guess we need each other
Opposites and all
Zelda and Zoe


Mental Health Poetry Self-love


I live life like in a sprint—
A lighted matchstick
Stuffed all of myself in every strike
I could not repeat anything twice
Each day, I become a little less

But dirty dishes and laundry ground me
They taught me that life is ongoing
(They taught me rest)
It is everyday; it is in the breath I take
No matter how sick or tired,
I’d draw in one more breath

So enjoy the ride
In this merry go round
Keeping alive is never wasted time


Poetry Self-love


Take breath, find stillness
Sit with the pain
The love you give to your body
It will present itself back to you
As grace, as balance
As strength


Love Poetry Self-love

How about we take some god damn responsibility?

How long more are we going to cry
For the world to balance up
Like an empty seesaw on standstill
Shhh, no one moves

For people to be this, but also that
Never mind it contradicts
Never mind that we are all the same—
Balls of wool herd to either sides of fence

How long more will we fall
And blame the ground for the bruise
Accuse the crowd of pushing;
Our parents, for giving us feeble legs

We can circle the game of victimisation
Spend eternal inspecting the manual
Or, take some god damn responsibility
and we start living.


Love Mental Health Poetry Self-love

A Happy Poem

Warm and tender
Skin to skin
Touch to my fingertips

Bright room and morning air
Skin to sheets
Quiet awakening of city

I can too
write a happy poem
When I recall
the start of my days