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If I was to choose I would fall for you again. Coz you complete me In a way I can't describe.. For more poems join our channel
I understand why someone would decide to be nonchalant.
There is a certain wisdom in it. If a snake bites you once, poking it again would just be imbecilic, wouldn't it?
There's always a lesson learned to get there,
clinical in its delivery. I wish I skipped that lecture,
but it had light brown eyes and a pretty smile.
All must go through it, it seems.
To be taught how to decipher lies after believing them.
It hurts, not the deed, but the younger me,
who was naive enough to believe
the webs spun were a hammock made for me to rest in.
All in all, at least lying to me made her life better.
And even though karma seems to be playing favourites,
I'd hate to be lied to for nothing.
And since I wasn't worth telling the truth,
at least I meant enough
for lies to be crafted for me...
~Dvrk‼️
*memoir.*
I stayed,
Stayed when we didn't like each other,
Talking was a chore and silence epic,
I stayed when you wanted me gone,
Why did I not knowing,
And even still I stayed.
I waited,
Waited patiently when you pushed,
Walk away my brain reasoned,
I waited when I should've walked,
But how could i,
When I was numb to move?
I dreamed,
Dreamed one day you'd wake up,
Live life normally like people do,
I dreamed to see you laugh,
Even if it were a facade,
At least it'd be something.
I mourned,
Mourned to see life leaving you,
How could you, how could I let you go,
I broke myself, my expectations did,
And now I have scars,
Where my emotions used to be.
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There's nothing left to take,
so they dance.
No skin for the cold to settle into,
no stomach for the dread to live in,
no heart, imagine that, no heart,
and still they reach for each other
in a field that doesn't remember their names.
You'd think loss would look like stillness. It doesn't.
And the moon beside them
doesn't ask questions...
The cat said something, it always does,
the snake hissed in response, not really listening anyway,
he's busy with the cigarette butts.
The crow nods absently, looking loosely at the smoke rising.
Then death looks at you, and they all follow his gaze.
The fence is the edge to something,
the edge to something the smoke can't clear.
The cat melts slowly as it gazes, like it's been there before.
The crow keeps its opinion to himself,
and the snake doesn't mean anything,
symbols get tired too.
The moon is a thumbnail.
The sky is the colour of a bruise
deciding to become something prettier...
~Dvrk‼️
I had a dream about him today,
and his eyes were clearly stealing the stage.
He looked so hot,
and he always does 😭
His voice drives me insane 😭
How can you move on
from someone you crave so deeply?
I walk past him
and all I wanna do
is kiss him into another universe.
I wanna pleasure him,
then hold him while he sleeps,
playing with his hair,
watching him lay peacefully
like the angel he is.
I would have given him the earth
if only it was mine to give.
If it's a spell,
then let me confess
I'm completely
and utterly
in love.
And here comes this fucking loyalty,
that my body only belongs to him,
but my heart
he already took it,
and now returning it
seems impossible.
Daammmnn,
how do I stop?
You know,
daydreaming about him
instead of hurting
to heal
and let him be free.
Em♥️
Today's Prayer ||
Dear God,
Thank You for the life that You have given us this Sunday morning. We thank You for watching over us through the night and bringing us into a brand new day.
We ask for Your presence to go with us. Where there are closed doors, let them open for us. Where there is confusion, give us clarity. Where there is weakness, give us strength.
Protect us from our enemies and destroy their evil plans, surround us with Your favor and keep us away from harm. Fill our hearts with peace and joy as we trust.
This morning, we declare that this day will be filled with good news, blessings, divine connection and answered prayers. In Jesus’ Christ matchless and victorious name we pray for this.
Amen! Amen!! 🙏🙏
Some relationships don’t need a breakup. They just need a reality check. 💀
One minute you’re calling each other “babe ❤️,”
the next minute you’re wondering how two people who once couldn’t stay apart somehow became strangers.
You can love someone deeply and still be completely wrong for each other.
You can have chemistry without compatibility.
You can have feelings without peace.
You can have memories without a future.
And sometimes the relationship isn’t even toxic enough to end dramatically.
It just slowly becomes exhausting.
The conversations get shorter.
The arguments get longer.
The effort becomes one-sided.
The affection becomes occasional.
And suddenly, “good morning ❤️” feels more like a daily obligation than something you genuinely want to say.
That’s when you realize…
Being in a relationship isn’t the same as being happy in one.
So if today’s relationship looks like 🫥💀…
Maybe don’t ignore the signs. 😂
Because love is supposed to feel like home — not like you’re waiting for the next emergency. 🖤
Choose someone you can laugh with, grow with, argue with, forgive, and still feel safe beside.
Otherwise, that “Babe ❤️” call might just become a “Decline” real quick. 💀📵
“When you are free of your identity and your person, nothing more needs to be learned. It's like another power, a great presence, flowing through this body, and it doesn't seem strange.
The less there is of you, the more you are.
What a paradox!
You without you are the real You.
You without your person are the face of God.
Your life doesn't get more complex, more sophisticated, more learned. You are not becoming a great scholar.
It is so simple, there is a presence, wisdom, love, unlimited.
A peace, unbreakable, alive, without end.
Not a person.
And yet you feel it inside:
'I don't do anything, I simply am.'”
~ Mooji
See, life is lived in fragments. The little pieces of time scattered between the cradle and the grave. We spend our years waiting for that one moment when everything finally comes together. When joy is complete. When grief is gone. The cup is full and nothing is leaking from it.
That moment never comes.
One day, your cup is brimming with happiness, yet still, there is some small hole at the bottom through which grief slowly drains it. Without a sound, you laugh. You love. You live. But somewhere beneath it all, something is missing.
Then another day, grief fills both your hands. You can hardly carry it. Yet even then, little memories of happiness remain, slipping through your fingers like birdseed. Small, stubborn things that refuse to disappear completely.
That is the trick of being alive.
No one gets the whole thing. Not complete joy. Not uninterrupted sorrow. Not a life without cracks. We get fragments. A morning that feels like mercy. Oh Mercy! That girl with red nails. An afternoon that breaks us. A face we will never forget. A laugh that returns years later when we least expect it.
Maybe, a full life was never meant to be a life in which nothing is missing. Maybe a full life is simply learning to love the pieces while knowing they will never fit perfectly together.
Just love. ~ Oyoo Mboya
Never leave that person who stayed back when you gave every reason for that person to leave. This choice, this loyalty is so rare. That person is your gold.
-𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚✅
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
☆ A LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD ☆
My little one,
I dreamed of the day
when nine months would finally end,
when I would hear your first cry
and hold you against my chest.
I dreamed of becoming Dad,
and of her becoming Mum.
I dreamed of tiny hands holding mine,
a little heartbeat becoming our whole world.
But that dream never came.
You were here for only a moment,
yet somehow you left behind
a lifetime of memories
I never got the chance to make.
I cannot call her a bad mother.
She believed abortion was the only door
left open to her.
Her family, the fear, the shame
of becoming a mother so young—
those were the walls closing in around her.
She was only fourteen.
I was twenty.
And despite everything,
I was ready to carry the weight
of becoming a father.
I was ready for the responsibility,
ready to face whatever consequences
stood before me.
I even told myself
I would face the law,
face the judgment,
face the world—
if it meant proving
how much I loved you both.
I thought “Papa”
would be a name I would treasure
for the rest of my life.
I imagined your first steps,
your first words,
your laughter filling our home,
your little fingers wrapped around mine.
I imagined a son—
a prince, perhaps,
the heir to a kingdom
that existed only in our dreams.
Or maybe a daughter,
our little princess,
bringing light into our world
with her smile and wisdom.
But now those dreams
lie scattered like broken glass.
I keep asking the silence:
What happened?
Why did you have to leave so soon?
I don't blame the sunshine,
yet somehow I wonder
if I failed to shine enough light
for your little life.
Maybe if I had fought harder,
maybe if circumstances were different,
we would be telling another story today.
Instead, I am left
with an empty space in my heart—
a place where your memories
should have been born.
They say everything happens for a reason.
Maybe one day
I'll understand that reason.
But today,
I only know that I miss someone
I never got to meet.
And that's a strange kind of pain—
mourning a voice you never heard,
missing a face you never saw,
loving a soul
you only knew through dreams.
I've tried pretending I'm okay.
I've tried drowning the sadness
in silence and sleep,
trying to escape the thoughts
that return when the night becomes quiet.
But pain doesn't disappear
just because we close our eyes.
So, my little one,
wherever your soul may be,
know this:
You were wanted.
You were dreamed of.
You were loved.
You may never have heard me say it,
but you will forever have a place
inside your father's heart.
Perhaps in another life,
another time,
another story,
I'll get to hold you.
Until then,
rest peacefully, my little soul.
You were here for a moment,
but you will remain in my heart forever.
R.I.P. YOUNG SOUL 🕊️
Forever in Dad's heart.
— Lost Poet 254
_Suicidal Ideation 25_
Life Of A Dark Poet
He visits me daily
Remind me of...
You aren't worth it,
Worth of the pain,
the struggle
the sufferings and even
worth of life itself.
He visits me,
Whispers to my ear
when the clouds cry itself goodnight
And the solid dome rests on the world
he still whisper to me,
you aren't worth it.
He visits me
when the wild birds of my thoughts are tethered
and the mindset is running at a pace of zero
today
tomorrow
and even yester nights.
He is ,
maybe inducing a go answer
the world ain't made for you
neither owe no allegiance
we're ghosts in a language we never wrote.
Poetess Daisy
No weapon formed against you is going to prosper. Whatever giant you're up against, the God in you is bigger than what's in front of you.
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"The Guest"
Her: "If I get married before you..." "...will you come?" Me: "Only if you invite me." She smiled. "I will." "Promise?" "I promise."
Four years later, the invitation arrived. I almost didn't go. At the reception, she saw me, smiled, and walked over. "I'm glad you came." "So am I." She looked at the little girl holding my hand. "Your daughter?" I nodded. She smiled at her. "What's your name?" The little girl answered. The smile disappeared from her face. It was the same name we once chose for our daughter.
Happy Friday! 🤍
May this Friday be filled with God’s peace, His favor, and His unfailing love. May He strengthen you for every challenge, guide every decision, and remind you that He is working all things together for your good. May unexpected blessings find you, your heart be filled with hope, and your faith grow even stronger as you trust in His perfect timing.
“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace.” Numbers 6:24–26
Have a blessed Friday! May God’s presence go before you, walk beside you, and give you peace that lasts throughout the day. Amen. 🙏🏻💛
You deserve it all
As I was seated I felt a question that made me feel elevated until I levitated .
The voice asked " what do you feel that you deserve "
Thought it was a ghost approaching but alas it was my higher self asking " how much do you deserve "
Thought about it but a wind blew across my face and the voice said " no time to think but time to answer .
" I want it all ,I want it all " I said to the voice and I felt a smirk on its face " damn that's all you could think of ,aren't you ashamed "
I thought it was a joke cause who doesn't want it all.
" Don't you want to be a king , emperor,don't you want the moon to be your possession so you can shine the pockets .
Hell yes I deserve it all ,no humility all deserves me .
Any thing that is the mountain is a hill to me the voice said
You +I we deserve it all , let's get to be Kings and let our attention be a lease and when it's least expected we show up
We deserve it all why should it be a piece of the cake when we could swim the lake .
We deserve it all ,you and me we deserve it all
Tuesday The Poet
What should I say?
How many times have I started with that line?
Every time I try to write about you,
I tell myself I won't.
And every time,
I end up writing anyway.
Your scent, my dear...
You aren't even standing in front of me,
and somehow I can still breathe you in.
I don't understand how that's possible.
How do you smell something
that isn't even in the air?
Yet my heart finds traces of you
where my senses cannot.
And suddenly,
I become lighter than air,
as if my body has forgotten its own weight.
If only the memory of your scent
can do this to me,
what chance do I ever have
when you're actually here?
You must wonder
why I always find my way
to the curve of your neck.
Don't.
You don't have to wonder,
because it does all the wondering for me.
It quiets every thought,
steals every word,
and leaves me standing there
like a fool,
completely, helplessly in love.
Your scent is just like you
gentle,
impossible to describe,
and somehow able to stay with me
long after you've gone.
Of course it's like you.
It belongs to you, after all.
I undress myself in poetry.
I write and show the world my nakedness.
I make myself vulnerable on paper,
and I pray I'm not doing it for no reason.
I pray that my voice means something.
That when you read my poetry,
a part of you recognizes the scars
I'm still trying to heal as I write.
I hope I speak for those
who have no words to describe
the parts of themselves they've hidden away.
I pour my feelings onto the page
like vulnerability falling as rain
on a stormy night.
I write to keep hope alive.
To keep you feeling, dear reader.
For just a moment,
I hope my words stir something within you.
And if they don't...
perhaps you've forgotten
how to resonate with the language
of human emotion.
Em♥️
You weren't a dream,
darling,
neither were you an anticipation
of a lover
if I believed in one.
You just happened to me,
unforeseen—
like a flicker setting fire
to the remains
of the ruined forests
I believed was my sanctuary,
you occurred to me like a breath
that crossed oceans
just to meet mine,
and settle into my ribs
with the warmth of spring
that eased my deeply frozen beliefs.
One that I never saw coming,
one who tore through my guards—
as if they were mere strings
keeping you from seeing me,
the skin you longed to feel
beyond the ones
that were nothing more than sparks
to what burned underneath,
that you took the invitation of,
taming their embers,
till the blazes aggravated,
like they were all yours to begin with.
You owned my carnal sighs,
the music muffled in sheets
over the hours of long nights,
while I was the name in your breaths,
the pulses shaking your ribs
counting seconds of life
tirelessly—
and our timeless souls were the fluids
pouring till they flooded
into every crack and cavity,
we once sunk into willingly,
healing and bound us one,
till the labels of every wound
etched on our skin incinerated,
no longer their pain making any sense—
against the holy realisation
that over countless afterlives,
our breaths were tied with each other's
in a vow of belongingness.
When you thought you were getting better but you find yourself in your room every night crying yourself to
sleep not knowing what to do anymore.
And nothing hurts more when you're
crying at night without making a noise and losing your breath with those silent screams of hurt.
If you tell me to follow you into the flames I would,
we both know the heat wouldn't surpass
the lilac flame that burns in my soul
when you hold me close.
The red consumes us my love, I feel it
in the way you hold my head still
when we kiss. Prisoner to the taste of your skin.
It burns red, the flames licking the flesh of my heart,
steam rising in the air like incense.
I worship the waist in my hands, the eyes long closed
the tears of your skin as it cries from heat
from the lilac flame consuming us, my love.
And we burn red like rose petals, hot and fast before the sun rises,
the best things never last, do they...
~Dvrk‼️
hello….is anyone out here….
Make it a habit to talk about the blessings more than the burdens.
When you acknowledge the positivity in your own life, you get blessed with even more blessings.
Close the window that drains you, no matter how captivating the view is.
Be disciplined about what you entertain, where attention goes, energy flows.
*silent whispers.*
There's something fascinating about watching an adult cry. No, not in a psychopathic or sociopathic manner, but from the vantage of an empath. You wonder, what is it that makes them bawl out their eyes like that? Chest heaving body wrecking sobs. Your heart goes out to them. An irrational anger rises in you to punish whatever has made them tear up. You watch, extending an arm to hold them as they heave and fall. It's okay now, you mutter silently. No one's going to hurt you here. You haven't asked what happened. You don't need to. Life has been tough for all of us. Perhaps, your eyes tear up a little for them. But you have to be strong, you remind yourself. Weep dear, let it all out. Let your frustrations flow, child. This is your safe space. And when we catch that who made you shed your precious tears, we'll teach them. A lesson that you never draw our tears. Not while we're here watching.
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Penelope
What was I thinking
Your love defines me
The warmth it fills me
Like sunlight
Your rays penetrate me
Penelope
Why do you love me
I'm wretched
I'm merely a man
A boy who errs
You don't look at me like a sinner
Penelope
Please don't hold me
I'd contaminate you
I'll choke you with my violence
My masculine recklessness
The smoke would clog your lungs
Penelope
Please stay far
I can't speak to a goddess
I dont know the words
Athena forgive me
Penelope
Why do you smile at me still
I make a fool of myself anytime you draw near
You call me silly and kiss my cheek
A tear drops from your eye
You tell me to learn how to sit still
~Penelope~
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🌿 Affirmation of the Day
Your heart is pure, and the Universe always notices. Stay kind, stay humble, and protect your energy. Observe others, but never absorb their negativity. Keep your mind open and your soul faithful. Every step you take leads you closer to honesty and growth. Trust your journey—you’re always winning. A new season is here. Watch your garden bloom. 🌸
💛 Double Tap to affirm
What should I say?
How many times have I started with that line?
Every time I try to write about you,
I tell myself I won't.
And every time,
I end up writing anyway.
Your scent, my dear...
You aren't even standing in front of me,
and somehow I can still breathe you in.
I don't understand how that's possible.
How do you smell something
that isn't even in the air?
Yet my heart finds traces of you
where my senses cannot.
And suddenly,
I become lighter than air,
as if my body has forgotten its own weight.
If only the memory of your scent
can do this to me,
what chance do I ever have
when you're actually here?
You must wonder
why I always find my way
to the curve of your neck.
Don't.
You don't have to wonder,
because it does all the wondering for me.
It quiets every thought,
steals every word,
and leaves me standing there
like a fool,
completely, helplessly in love.
Your scent is just like you
gentle,
impossible to describe,
and somehow able to stay with me
long after you've gone.
Of course it's like you.
It belongs to you, after all.
WHEN VOICES BLOSSOM INTO LIGHT
Author: Somdatta Mitra
Country: India
Dated: 27.07.2026
A voice is a celestial quill writing upon silence,
Creativity awakened from its slumber.
Harmony stretched her arms from the vestige of loneliness;
In divine resonance, hearts entwine,
And the language of light receives its immortal tapestry.
The cradle of inspiration echoes through the world with blessings,
While the vineyard of imagination cultivates thoughts
That blossom into celestial symphonies.
Each whispered dream becomes a luminous constellation,
Illuminating the corridors of hope with eternal radiance.
In those beautiful verses,
the magnanimity of a flame shimmered with divine rapture.
Poets met poets with a warm embrace,
As if it were a garden where every corner carried the fragrance of love.
And every blossom was a new consciousness where laughter, joy, and merriment
Became the sacred pollen of humanity, carried by the winds of fellowship
To awaken every waiting soul.
©®Somdatta Mitra
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All Rights Reserved
You might face a trial, but you don’t have to face it in fear. Faith still makes room for God to move.
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"Arrogant! Arrogant!"
I might be arrogant.
I won't be polite,
or do anything
just because you might.
Rubbish is what
you spit out, not me.
I will speak with all I have.
Try and stop me.
Worth—something
I don't ever seek.
Why would I?
You pretend to care;
I don't even try.
No cage can ever
trap the wrath I bear.
Do not provoke me—
I don't fear.
Arrogant, arrogant—
I'll stay arrogant.
Dust and dirt?
Then let me be.
I'll bloom where
you buried me.