Raindrops | Poetry

By smiling_soul

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Sitting under the rain, hoping to drown in things other than my thoughts. [ collection of poems, musings and... More

r a i n d r o p s
f a n a r t
love hurts, love heals
your words
when i die
you're my home
paper wishes
am i a whore?
organic love
being in love
it's hard not to be romantic
punctuated souls
bottled emotions
things to take care of
can we be together?
crumpled souls and crushed soil
hearts of people
guiding you back home
it's all about you
wishing upon stars
i'm sorry
love: "am i a drug?"
hide and seek
internet love
people leave, love remains
you are enough
kitchen sink
you're the sky, full of stars
how far are you?
if you are to love,
poetry is a lot like loving
she writes about me
party fervor
daydream
coming back home
thy love a blessing!
what love is
of half-written poems and stories
first love
fall
of hurricanes and people
growing out
wildflower
let's be in love
the sun and her stars
unapologize
take it slow
loving
the broken poems you left
definition of you
lullaby
a letter to my lost lover
stargazing
constellations
to my favourite place
spring time for my heart
12:07 am
starry night
suicide note
untitled
a portrait of a lonely station
a letter to autumn
letting go
an empty home
the anatomy of poetry
existence
traffic lights
love like that
silver lining
men in my life
it's january now.

when you call me a poet

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By smiling_soul

when you call me a poet,

you call me your child,

you call me your friend.

you call me your mother,

your shelter,

your muse.

when you call me a poet,

you call me so many things

you'd never know;

that's where the magic lies.

when you call me a poet,

you don't just call me one,

you call me something

beyond this universe.

you call me infinite.

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  "My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all." - John Lennon.

Lately, I realised how much of a commercial poet I had made myself into. I would write for people, I would write so that the lines were sounding perfectly poetic. I had stopped writing for myself...

But a few days ago, my sister came up to me with so much enthusiasm. She had written a poem for the first time in her life. And when I read it, it brought tears to my eyes. It was so raw that I could feel the heartbeat of the poem inside it. That's how I realised what I'd been missing these days.

When she wrote the poem, she didn't write it for people. She wrote it for herself and that, in itself, is everything that matters. So, I am gonna do the same. Write for myself. :') I hope you get to do it too. 

Stay happy.

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