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Where The Wild Hides 🌾

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Gardens - 12/28/2018

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Rain to plaster over the shape of his desperation.

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I feel the old me tugging at the corners of my mind Whispers between every wandering thought In these moments I am reminded How far I’ve traveled Who I am trying to become Of all the ways in which I used to look for love My foundation built upon how others valued my being When what I longed for was certainty Stable ground to build upon But all I found were cracks Shifting tides at best Quicksand at worst I learned that building my home Had to begin inside me The view of who I was would always be distorted When viewed through the eyes of another Until I could let go of needing someone to need me I could never be free Though that fragment of who I was Stirs up from time to time I will hold their hand Continue on Knowing I am loved The only validation I truly need Will be knowing I’m enough ————————————————Poem by Marley Monroe/ 📸photographer Marley Monroe// it can be hard to not go back to those old habits and old ways of viewing yourself, especially as you are working to heal those root traumas and the wounds you didn’t even know you had been carrying with you this long, into every relationship and encounter, but you will get there. There is no shame in having those old thoughts and feeling yourself pulled towards the ways in which you used to cope. Just remember to be kind to yourself, proud of how far you’ve come, and then take a few deep breaths and keep on going. You can do this. I believe in you. 💖🦋 #enlightenment #singersofinstagram #itgetsbetter #poetrycommunityofig #poetrycommunity #poetry #sunsetsformuriel #sunsets #singersongwriter #lyrics

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I feel the old me tugging at the corners of my mind Whispers between every wandering thought In these moments I am reminded How far I’ve traveled Who I am trying to become Of all the ways in which I used to look for love My foundation built upon how others valued my being When what I longed for was certainty Stable ground to build upon But all I found were cracks Shifting tides at best Quicksand at worst I learned that building my home Had to begin inside me The view of who I was would always be distorted When viewed through the eyes of another Until I could let go of needing someone to need me I could never be free Though that fragment of who I was Stirs up from time to time I will hold their hand Continue on Knowing I am loved The only validation I truly need Will be knowing I’m enough ————————————————Poem by Marley Monroe/ 📸photographer Marley Monroe// it can be hard to not go back to those old habits and old ways of viewing yourself, especially as you are working to heal those root traumas and the wounds you didn’t even know you had been carrying with you this long, into every relationship and encounter, but you will get there. There is no shame in having those old thoughts and feeling yourself pulled towards the ways in which you used to cope. Just remember to be kind to yourself, proud of how far you’ve come, and then take a few deep breaths and keep on going. You can do this. I believe in you. 💖🦋 #enlightenment #singersofinstagram #itgetsbetter #poetrycommunityofig #poetrycommunity #poetry #sunsetsformuriel #sunsets #singersongwriter #lyrics

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This path is not lonely, this is my solitude. A path that took my steps and echoed the burning for my soul. The monsters lurking aren't scary; they're scared. This hands is bloodless, but the eyes is thirsty for blood. Planting flowers with venomous seed , and scattering fear all around me. But know this, it's not my fear; it's theirs. The Cheshire smile illuminates the darkness, and though silent, it carries a kind of shrill pitch. This darkness does not scare me; it is mine. . . . #poems #poetofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetry #poet #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writing #write #pen #poemoftheday #darkness #solitary #solitude #joanraylle #iwritepoetry #love

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’Planted Ideas’ 🌱💡— change & growth are inevitable here. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #CreativelyMadeWoman #CreativeSoul #CreativeMind #CreativeEnergy #CreativeWriting #Poem #Poems #Poetry #Poet #Poetess #Poetic #Prose #Poetsofig #PoetsofInstagram #PoetsOnInstagram #PoetryLovers #PoetsofInstagram #PoetsOnInstagram #PoetryCommunity #Writer #Words #WordPorn #WritersCommunity #Instapoetry #bymepoetry #omypoetry #globalpoetcult #PoemsPorn #PoemsOnInstagram #PoetryofInstagram #Inspire #Grow

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From @thepoetrybank_. “For the Lover in you”...Tag your fav couple #wordstoinspire #womenwhowritepoetry #spilledink #writerscommunity #poetsofinstagram #lovepoems #vday #poetry #youngblackpoets #art #words #thoughts #poetrygasm #wordgasm #soulmatequotes #blacklovedoc #shewrites #writerscommunity #creatives #dopepoets #writersnetwork #poetrycommunity #author #blackartist #instapoet Send your submissions to nightofwords@socialmediaforwriters.net. Please include post image and IG username.

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Where are you happiest?

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He trudged through the rocky hills, the dust smearing across his face. And as he made his way near the top, brushing away the leaves that hung, a smile stretched over watching that distant place. #NOWHEREWONDER . . #readlistenfeel #travellersnotebook #travelthoughts #travellog #myinspiration #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #aroundtheworld #exploring #discovery #여행 #여행이야기 #여행에미치다 #여행스타그램 #태국여행 #泰國 #自己 #探險 #exploraromundo #explorar #poema #viajerosporelmundo #viajeros #tailandia #thailand #phuket #elartedesabervivir #vivirmivida #viajaresvivir at Freedom Beach Phuket

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Words. . . . Some days I have too many of them and others I don’t have enough. I used to think I talked too much. Cared too much. Laughed too hard. Although, that time I spent was invested and that energy I created was not wasted. . . 💨not one breathe. . . In this generation we intake and produce more information than we ever have as a human race. Flowing on high volumes of syntactical fumes. . . Communicating through means of •social media• •text messages• •emails• •various forms of literature such as: Text books Ebooks Magazine Articles Comic books• •Signs... evolve to symbols• •Letters... are a depiction of sound• . . And we Swim With the waves Of rhythm. . . . Or float by the wind of silence. . . . All communication. [I define the intention, you determine the meaning] _______________________________________ #avoiceafloat #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryporn #poetryofinstagram #perspective #life #people #positivevibes #words #wordsofwisdom #culture #language #sound #visualart #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #graphicart #creative #upstateny #newyork #ny #lifestyle #lifestyleblogger #awareness #keep #writing #writingcommunity #journal at SUNY Adirondack

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"Nothing brings us more elated joy or paralyzing fear. Nothing is so wonderful & daunting, heart-breaking & soul-lifting, taxing & exhilarating as raising a child. And certainly nothing will stretch us, inspire us, & motivate us to better ourselves quite like being the one that little person looks up to." -rebecca eanes 👀👀👀 "We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today." -stacia tauscher 👣👣👣 There's a concerning trend on the rise. A quest for happiness. A journey of oneself. Everyone is hurting. Traumatized. Everyone is looking for something more. Following one another for answers. For guidance. Self proclaimed spiritual healers/shamans guiding one another in finding inner peace. Disregarding our most profound calling. The eyes that are watching us. The creatures of habit we not only created but are entangling in our messes. Our children. What are we doing? What happened to the beauty of being a human. Sharing our human experience. Our human connection. Our family connection. Connecting the dots to our inner hurting & yearnings with our loved ones. People who share our best interest without decorating their ego. What happened to family? The people who scrape you off the floor without asking for anything in return? Who's grace is this to claim? This grace is for all. This grace is to be found in the depths of your darkest days. This grace is to light your way. To fill you with hope & love. This grace stems from the roots of your ancestry. This grace stems from love. This grace is to be shared with love. Be mindful of who you're sharing your grace with. Be mindful of who only walks into your life to take it away. Protect your families grace No-one else is going to do it for you. 🌐🌐🌐

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2/21/19 written today in my cubicle 🌸 So I’m on my lunch break, and I think it’s easy to put labels on ourselves. Especially because others do it to us. But I think our faults are a necessary part of our growth. The areas we lack in, we can build in. Lately though, that’s harder said than done. Self acceptance, through every stage of life, your ups and your downs, is so important for your mental health. Also, if someone is showing signs of weakness, consider the strength it took for them to show up. For whatever it may be.

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I write a language that I don't even speak ( English) my mother tongue ( a miscible version of Hindi and Urdu) sit on side corner of my throat the way some Indian brides are sidelined by foreign groom. I fell in love with a language that didn't love me back. I can never say English is mine. or I belong to English. I order coffee in cafeteria too refreshing but too hard to spell. I fold my emotions in strange fabrics, too soft to hold but too hard to narrate. ________ // Things I loved but were never mine // ___________ P.S. Few people asked me about the pictures I post and I couldn't reply that time. I am sorry for that. All you need is just a piece of handwritten paper or printed page and some flowers, stars or anything you love. It's too easy and fun too. This one is shot in my room. I am obsessed with flowers. Damn they are too refreshing. __________ Regards!

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Okay, so I posted my first draft and after re-reading it I want to change unnoticeably to undetectable or at the least unnoticeable. Ughh, the perfectionist in me wants to delete it, but I’m going to resist. 😩<— Me resisting. . . . #apoetsjourney #poetry #love #sad #art #heart #writersofinstagram #life #like #follow #quote #instagood #writer #poem #words #movingon #poet #instagram #motivation #poems #poetsofinstagram #writing #poetrycommunity #wordporn #wordporm #igpoets

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