r/ThirdEyePoetry

But you can by its first few chapters… or its last.

I forgive you, but I can't keep waiting by the door, wondering if you'll return.

The more time passes, the more I feel you never intended to.

I don't blame you for choosing yourself.

But I deserved a conversation.

And what I got instead was a fucking abomination.

I'm so much more than your collateral damage—you said it yourself.   

So I'm shelving this hopeless romance and choosing myself.

I'm not interested in settling the score.

I've got too many good things going for me.

I hope you find what you're looking for—

The chains have fallen, so go be free.

I thought I needed closure, but I found it without you—

Perhaps this love story was never about you.

 

In English we say: Fuck you.

In poetry we say:

I mistook endurance for faith
and called the wound loyalty.

 

She moves like dawn
yet hunts at night
an ancient flame
in dying light

She is the rhythm
she is the song
she is the rhyme
where I belong

She breaks
she binds
she heals
she frees

Sunflower eyes
With crows in trees

a she-wolf tearing
through the dusk
and though her heart
I’ll never own

She is the wound
I carry alone

Femenine

A word not defined

By the man

Nor the ones

That made you cry

This is your realm

Your kingdom

A life blessed

To be called your own

Let the unworthy rest

Your crown reckons

All that you’ve fought

Wear diamond’s armor

Expel what’s old

Bring forth your bold.

Duty calls, Where did they have the gall? Don’t they know we have a hot date? Don’t they see our current state?

Constant yawning with blood-shot eyes. Taking us out, exhaustion we despise. Don’t they know we need our sleep? A quiet, peaceful rest without a peep.

And don’t you dare ring the doorbell, I’ll rise from the depths of hell.

I swear the pot will watch itself, The books can fly onto the shelf, The dust can settle for another day, It isn’t going to run away, At least not today.

So excuse me while I go lay my head, The dog will answer in my stead, If someone dares creep through the dark, He’ll greet them with his mighty bark.

u/SeelsGhost

Some very kind people helped me feel better.

I don't feel as rushed.

This is a poem that's not a poem.

No meter or rhyme.

Just a story in poem form.

I got a year of my life back today.

True Story.

I've been telling everyone I'm 39.

I genuinely thought I was.

I'm not sure where I lost a year.

Talking to my sister today,

I brought up my age.

She replied, "_____, you're 38.

I'm 36 and you're two years older than me."

I called my mom in tears.

"MOM!"

"OH MY GOSH! WHAT'S WRONG?!"

"HOW OLD AM I?!?!?!"

Mom laughs.

"Um.... well.... *does math* you're 38.

Don't worry, honey. Math is hard."

Maybe she's born with it...

Maybe it's ADHD.

Either way, I'm younger today

Than I was yesterday.

oh, how I love that smile that does me under
but I need to see how you look while we’re making thunder
see the lust peeking through those lustrous eyes
as I gently tease apart those luscious thighs
that voice I always find so sweet and soothing
but what will all of those moans do to me?

do angels get their wings when they're made to sigh?
it's time to find out, so I can watch you fly.

A heavy laid burden as I my broken tune sings.

Words with weight of drowning, pouring the dark.

Empathic hearts feel and see the ones sinking.

Trying to save the world, all the tragedies placed.

Grabbing the hand of one pulling me up, I panic.

Don’t want them to feel what I do or see the real inside.

Concern for the storm will be too much, cuts
deep.

As I reach for their grip words of comfort touch.

“It’s ok, you’re never too much, let’s go together.”

Allow the water to no longer be consumed alone.

Fear was lifted as we came to shore, worry fades.

a tentative step toward the shore,
to watch if the tide is safe.
my heart is still tucked away,
resting quiet in the shade,
while i hold a careful breath.

but the glow dissolves into absence...
leaving only shallow words.
after a moment so close, so softly undone,
this sudden distance leaves me cold.

a ripple stirs the water,
a silent promise of the deep.
leaning close to the current,
while warmth slips through my fingertips.

now the dusk falls quiet.
my heart is open
where the shore gives way.
left uncovered,

hoping the deep
will rise up to meet me,
where the shade ends
and the water begins.

Have you been accused
of wearing a frown?
Though nothing at all
is weighing you down?
.
A face lost in thought,
a mind on its flight,
mistaken for thunder
instead of first light.
.
Perhaps you’re recalling
a distant shore,
or counting the dreams
you’re searching for.
.
Perhaps you’re watching
the ebb and the flow,
while others decide
what they do not know.
.
No crotchety “Ratched”,
no bitterness there,
just quiet reflection
disguised as a stare.
.
A smile and a greeting,
a moment to share,
can scatter assumptions
as leaves in the air.
.
Judge not
those words ring true today.
For kindness always
reveals a better way.
.
The heart cannot blossom
through judgment alone.
One smile often tells us
what a “scowl” hasn’t shown

Time to get off this platform.

I came to write.

Discovered other things along the way.

Was told that reddit is just for sex,

But I was shamed for having a sexuality.

I'm "a cunt".

A "dumbass".

A "whore" just now.

I've been threatened.

Multiple times.

This is not a growing space for Pumpkins.

It's hell.

And I'm done living in it.

Midnight. Tick tock.

Do your worst.

I refuse to be dimmed.

There's more accepting platforms.

This is a poem,

because I say it is.

Fin.

Biting my lip,

I feel my nerves wash over me As I look at you, Tracing your soft curves, Your silky touch.

I take a step closer, Peeling back your layers, Feeling your warmth.

My eyes linger On your glistening mound, As I shift nervously, A sigh escaping.

I can’t put this any longer.

It’s laundry day.

Maze of Maize
tender heart
with fiery talons
no contrived ambition
no snares baited
for another’s purse
natural beauty
and quiet allure
reaching farther
than any photograph
.
Wife.
Mother.
Dreamer.
infinitely more
than passing eyes
will ever gather…
.
Many enter
our shared horizon
walking their runway
offering laughter
poetry
and glimpses
of beautifully sculpted forms
inviting wonder
never ownership.
.
Yet fools still mistake
freedom of expression
for a dinner bell
believing kindness
a smile,
or unveiled confidence
is permission
for common aggression.
.
Some of us
look farther
Beyond the curve
beyond the gaze
into the poetry
where word and image
become one language
where beauty
is not merely seen
but honored.
.
Thank you
for sharing freely
your world of wonder.
.
May the music
of your body
your mind
and your magnificent soul
rise above the noise
soaring always
beyond the reach
of lesser voices

The universe lives in you

And I’m a byproduct of your stars

The light that changed

My chemistry

Bending my own spacetime

I trace, the curvature

And journey along

The contours of you.

We’re all made of stars

And every single trace of light in you

Still shines through

As though

You’re a whole constellation

Compressed and fused

Into a body, a map

Only I can read

Because you let me in.