Borealis Love
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Love - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to question - why? Why? Why? Does it ever leave us entirely - I don't believe so. Love is eternal, love bears all wrongs, love gives of itself until it has nothing more left to give and then..... love immolates and is..........gone. But then, what would I know?
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
My Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to touch the hearts and minds of readers throughout generations. At its essence, poetry is a dance of words that elevates ordinary language to extraordinary heights. Each poem is a carefully chosen arrangement of words, rhythm, and sound, forming a symphony that resonates within the reader's soul. With brevity and precision, poetry captures the depth of human emotions, painting vivid pictures with metaphors and similes that evoke powerful imagery. Poetry celebrates the beauty of language itself, as poets play with the melody of words, the interplay of sounds, and the cadence of lines. Through rhyme, alliteration, and repetition, poems become a melody for the mind, etching their verses into memory. Beyond its aesthetic appeal, poetry is a vessel for self-expression and introspection. Poets lay bare their innermost thoughts and feelings, exploring the complexities of the human condition. Whether it's love, heartbreak, joy, sorrow, hope, or despair, poetry offers an emotional sanctuary for both the poet and the reader. In its various forms and styles, poetry showcases the boundless creativity of the human mind. From structured forms like sonnets and haikus to free verse that flows unbridled, each style carries its unique allure, giving poets the freedom to experiment with different techniques and tones. Poetry is an open invitation to interpretation and personal connection. The meaning of a poem may vary from person to person, allowing readers to bring their own experiences and emotions into the verses. This openness ensures that poetry remains relevant and relatable, touching hearts across cultures and time.Concluida
𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 |ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ|
❝𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶...❞ © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐙𝐘𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
When There Was Me And You | Part 1
You were my First Love; toxic, unhealthy for my state. But i learned Love from you; you taught me what it meant to spend nights crying at the edge of my bed and how it felt to really smile. ************************* This is a collection of poetry for one series- love, pain, toxicity, heartbreak and memory. This is the first experience at love I had. I share with you my experiences, my thoughts, my recollections, my struggle and everything I felt. If you grew up having been deprived of love and then suddenly found yourself carrying what seems like the world's amount of love for someone else- I don't doubt you won't be able to relate, at one point in this poetry book you'll find yourself in me. ******* #1 in heartstrings/43 (6th september) #3 in nostalgia (20th march) #15 in poems/5.7k (11th september) #4 in experience (30th November) #5 in journal (june 2019) #2 in deep (june 2019)Concluida
𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦.™
"the moments that we spend together should last forever ."Concluida
Nomi 🧚🏼♀️
Everyone has a match in this world ... by match I mean soulmate. Most believe in love at first site, some believe in other things but I believe in Forever Young. This means in my definition, no matter how old we are our love for each other will forever be young. Of course there will be bumps in the road but we can't let them break us. Love doesn't cost a thing .. that's why it's FOREVER YOUNG.Concluida
hᥲrd to hoᥣd oᥒ
the love was real, deep,addictive. they meant forever. but forever doesn't always survive the fire they bring with them because sometimes.... the beginning of everything beautiful is also the start of everything broken. this isn't where it ends this is where it all began.Concluida
Broken
I always thought that love would be constantly happy. That someone would write me love songs and stupid poems and everything they did would make my heart flutter. I thought that there was always one person you could depend on no matter what to be there for you. Someone who still cared for you despite all your flaws. Someone who could see the best and the worst of you and still think you were the greatest person in the entire world. If that was love, then something in my life must've gone horribly wrong. ~ Originally posted on ao3Concluida
𝓗𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓷
𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩-𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐳, 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦.Concluida
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