Categories
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.

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Poetry Self-love

I will not run out

If the heart knows ache
My pen will find the letters
I will not run out

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Poetry

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)

Categories
Poetry

Saturdays

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

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Poetry

Double standard

Your ray pains their eyes
They’ll scorn at any flicker
Yet coddle the dark

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Poetry Self-love

What you love

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

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Love Poetry

Spring

Trees and bushes brim with ribbons
Some fallen to the path like polka dots
The sun sprinkled on layer of glitter
My heart glows pink and yellow

(@writteninstead)
Categories
Poetry Self-love

Bloom

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

(@writteninstead)

Categories
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

(@writteninstead)

Categories
Mental Health Poetry Self-love

Merry-go-round

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

(writteninstead)