World Poetry Day: 10 Instagram poets to follow when you run out of words

 

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* Sometimes, I need to slip Away from This existence, And to float As if but dust, Surfing across This cosmic Expanse. • • #meditationPoem #sufisoulpoetry #poetsofinstagram #existentialism

A post shared by Arunoday Singh (@sufisoul) on Feb 15, 2019 at 6:33am PST

 

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i haven’t fallen in love in a long, long time and my insides feel rusty. i feel so worried that when i do fall in love, i won’t be able to show it as kindly and as effusively as i once was capable of. it’s terrifying because i love the process of loving. the deceleration. the articulation. the tangibility. i love the entire alchemy of making it real and i’m terrified that i’ll forget how it all feels. so i wrote a little manual for myself. i’m allowed to be scared. but i’m also allowed to try again. one step at a time. things to say when your mouth chokes on i love you. #nidhscraps

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On kindness- older poem circa 2014. ❤️ #nikitagill #poetry

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trigger warning: this post is not mean to glorify suicide and should not be taken in that perspective. more love and light to those who find it hard to breathe out there. hold on, things are going to fit back in their places eventually. . . #poetofblues #khawajamusadiq . #wordswithkings #wordswithqueens #thoughtful #sadquotepage #bymepoetry #omypoetry #tpmd #micropoetry #poem #poemoftheday #poetry #writing #quotes #thoughtfvl #poetsofinstagram #picoftheday #illogicalpoemworld #writersofinstagram #runawaywriters #quoteoftheday #thegoodquote #scrawledstories #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #micropoetry #wordgasm #poemporn #kmwrites

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There are no poems inside me anymore. There is no glory in words, no spark for dead embers. I am caved in more rock, brick and mortar than ever before. There are high walls around me. If and when someone finds his way inside, there may be inscriptions in languages unknown. I have painted these walls with stories untold because time sits in a rocking chair. It is in plenty and it mocks at me. I’m out of answers. Did I tell you about the questions? They are also in plenty. You know they mock at me too. – #paradoxandmetaphors #plenty #lonely

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Poem from the harvest moon chapter of #wheredoyougoalone✨ . . Pre-orders available via the link in my bio 🌙

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Unpickable things

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solitude. pg. 153 | Udaari

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#akifkichloo

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