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Lady_Butterfly. She looks away, a silent grace, A shadow carved in silver. Her hair, a collection of midnight hue, Holds secrets winds once softly blew. Upon her back, where sorrow rests, A burst of wings begins their quest. Bright butterflies, like thoughts set free, In hues that hum of mystery. Each color drips, a memory spilled, Of dreams she lost, of hope fulfilled. They flutter close, then soar above, Each stroke a tale of pain and love. She bears no chains, no scar, no tear Just painted flight upon her back. For though the world may bruise and bend, The soul will bloom, will rise, transcend. And every wing that dances wide Is proof of all she holds inside: A canvas born of pain and struggles, A woman broken, but never gone. _Readypen_

A poem about generational trauma #poetry #poem

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🥀 Introducing myself here as Misabel, a gothic poet, inspired by old feelings of sorrow and woe. Sharing my scribbles to those who feel deeply and yearn for a space to shed tears, or to ponder over unrelenting years. From short and poignant snippets of ponderance, to longer ballads of emotions that stretch up to firmaments, please find a kindred spirit in these words should they hold some meaning for you, as they do for me, a spirit laced with melancholy. - #gothicpoet #gothic #gothaesthetic #darkpoetry #poetsociety #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #darkacademiapoetry #darkacademia #darkpoems #gothicwriter #writerscommuníty #gothicstyle #gothstagram #gothicwriting #poetess #instapoet #poetrylovers #poetrylovers✒️

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The most crucial aspect of line breaks is where they are placed, which can be used to emphasise certain words, create pauses, or enhance the visual appearance of the poem. Key points about lines in poetry: • Rhythm and meter: Line breaks can accentuate the rhythm and meter of a poem • Enjambment: A sentence that continues across multiple lines can create a sense of flow and momentum • Visual impact: The arrangement of lines on the page contributes to the poem's aesthetic quality • End-stopped lines: Lines that end with a complete thought, often marked by punctuation #AVBOBpoetry #KeepWriting

In TS Eliot’s ‘Preludes’, imagery and metaphor are used to portray the bleakness and monotony of modern urban life. The poem’s imagery evokes a sense of decay, isolation and disconnection through concrete sensory details like “grimy scraps”, “newspapers from vacant lots”, and “broken blinds”. Metaphorically, the urban landscape is portrayed as a place of stasis and inertia, with the city itself becoming a metaphor for the fragmented and disconnected personalities of its inhabitants. #AVBOBpoetry

The most crucial aspect of line breaks is where they are placed, which can be used to emphasise certain words, create pauses, or enhance the visual appearance of the poem. Key points about lines in poetry: • Rhythm and meter: Line breaks can accentuate the rhythm and meter of a poem • Enjambment: A sentence that continues across multiple lines can create a sense of flow and momentum • Visual impact: The arrangement of lines on the page contributes to the poem's aesthetic quality • End-stopped lines: Lines that end with a complete thought, often marked by punctuation #AVBOBpoetry #KeepWriting

Bridge of What We Were This poem captures the idea of a bridge—a connection between what we were and what remains. Though time alters love, some pathways never fully collapse, leaving traces of what once was. #NemesisCahuana #BridgeOfWhatWeWere #LoveAndDistance #PoeticReflections #EmotionalWriting #TimelessConnection #CreativeExpression #MemoryAndChange #SoulfulVerses #HeartfeltPoetry #LostAndFound

My Love 🫶🏻 Call it love, call it haunting — we still look twice every time. #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #instapoems #poetryoninstagram #words #wordsoftheday #poetryislove #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead #poet #poemoftheday #poeticreveries_ #igpoem #quotesofinstagram

Paris, 7 décembre La cathédrale se fait parler d'elle. Les nuages, lourds et silencieux, peignent le ciel de gris. L'air est chargé d'une brise froide. Gare de Lyon, le cœur en attente, je t'anticipe. Je sens ta présence avant même de te voir. Dans le tumulte des voyageurs pressés, ton regard croise le mien, une lueur familière parmi la foule. Tu es là, une œuvre vivante, les plus belles nuances en mouvement, une lumière qui danse dans le chaos des arrivées. Dans tes yeux, des étoiles, le rouge délicat sur tes joues. Ta voix, une mélodie familière, une résonance d'une autre vie, une âme que je reconnais. Nos pas nous mènent hors de la gare, portés par l'instant, invités par le hasard, nos silhouettes se fondent dans la ville, sans destination. Un verre de champagne, des mots et des regards échangés, le temps ralentit, se suspend, chaque seconde s'étire comme un souffle retenu. La pluie nous invite à une balade, tu t'approches de moi, poses tes questions, t'y intéresses. Tu trouves le courage, tu m'attires à toi, le moment ne peut plus attendre. Cela fait des heures qu'on y pense. Tes lèvres. Les miennes. Mes doigts effleurent ton visage, je te caresse, je t'admire. Je me perds, je te retrouve, je m'abandonne à cet instant. Je flotte, comme emportée par un courant doux et irrésistible. Je suis dans tes bras. Le son de la ville, ton parfum familier, le goût doux de tes lèvres. Le battement de ton cœur contre ma poitrine. L'univers se resserre autour de nous. Le temps s'arrête, une existence entière qui n'attendait que cet instant. Je te serre fort contre moi. Comme si je t'avais cherchée à travers mille vies, perdue et retrouvée, chaque fois un peu plus belle, un peu plus précieuse. Une larme échappe de mes yeux. Je regarde le ciel, je remercie les étoiles — Tu es là, je respire enfin, je te garde, je nous savoure, sans promesse, sans attente, juste cet instant, peut-être un peu plus longtemps. ⚘️ © Mki - Les lettres à Olivia. Tous les droits réservés. #LesLettresÀOlivia #Paris #Poésie

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Timeless Mirror. A poem I wrote for my beloved. #poem #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poems #poetry #poet #author #writer #writing #firstpoem #poemoftheday