pluralveneres - Hello Poetry

To every shunned creature To every feared creature To every despised and frightened beast To which every look is a look of disgust I shall look with care and astonishment As such beautifully misunderstood creatures exist

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Mar 10

Mar 10, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC

Astonishment

To every shunned creature To every feared creature To every despised and frightened beast To which every look is a look of disgust I shall look with care and astonishment As such beautifully misunderstood creatures exist

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I ask people for advice when I know the answers are within me. But why are they so hard to find? Either way, every piece of advice feels wrong. They don’t know, and I know even less. A part of me wishes to try, is begging to try. And the other part is rational — it thinks before it gives. And oh, how it doesn’t want to give.

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 6:24 AM UTC

Between Wanting and Knowing

I ask people for advice when I know the answers are within me. But why are they so hard to find? Either way, every piece of advice feels wrong. They don’t know, and I know even less. A part of me wishes to try, is begging to try. And the other part is rational — it thinks before it gives. And oh, how it doesn’t want to give.

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I see them, holding hands, embracing, laughing together His hand on her thigh, pulling her closer, her hand on his shoulder, leaning in I see them as she pets a dog and he watches her with adoration in his eyes, I see them sitting on a park bench as he talks and she looks like she is listening to her favorite song I see them Yet i stand unmoved, untouched, unrecognized Unseen on one side… • …the other side I sit here, and read Poetry I have written from deep within my soul, I realize they all share one thing — love. So I stop and ask myself why I am so enthralled with it, and I come to an answer: it is simply my existence. To see it, to hear it, to feel it, to speak of it, without it, I have no need, no purpose. So if I must, I will be its greatest witness and fiercest warrior, even if it does not choose me, I will choose it every time.

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Jan 12

Jan 12, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC

Two Sides of the Same Coin

I see them, holding hands, embracing, laughing together His hand on her thigh, pulling her closer, her hand on his shoulder, leaning in I see them as she pets a dog and he watches her with adoration in his eyes, I see them sitting on a park bench as he talks and she looks like she is listening to her favorite song I see them Yet i stand unmoved, untouched, unrecognized Unseen on one side… • …the other side I sit here, and read Poetry I have written from deep within my soul, I realize they all share one thing — love. So I stop and ask myself why I am so enthralled with it, and I come to an answer: it is simply my existence. To see it, to hear it, to feel it, to speak of it, without it, I have no need, no purpose. So if I must, I will be its greatest witness and fiercest warrior, even if it does not choose me, I will choose it every time.

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I sit on the balcony, longing coursing through my body. Music playing on repeat. I feel every beat, every note, as if each were a pulse of my own heart. I feel it. And yet, even in longing, I fall deeper in love. I feel things I have not earned, have not reached, have not caught but somehow my heart burns and feels as if it’s already mine. And I fall more in love with being human.

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Jan 12

Jan 12, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC

Human

I sit on the balcony, longing coursing through my body. Music playing on repeat. I feel every beat, every note, as if each were a pulse of my own heart. I feel it. And yet, even in longing, I fall deeper in love. I feel things I have not earned, have not reached, have not caught but somehow my heart burns and feels as if it’s already mine. And I fall more in love with being human.

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It was raining today. I stopped and sheltered from it, watching the rain fall. The flicker of my cigarette, the sound of thunder— all I could envision was you and me. Running through the palace, finding shelter, laughter echoing, our clothes dripping. Your hand in mine. You grabbed me as I am merely a gentle flower. I felt your lips on mine, taking every breath of mine. And you looked at me. Those eyes. I stare into the raindrops, seeing those eyes, hoping one day they won’t be a part of my imagination, but a memory my heart holds dear.

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Sep 24, 2025

Sep 24, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC

Those Eyes

It was raining today. I stopped and sheltered from it, watching the rain fall. The flicker of my cigarette, the sound of thunder— all I could envision was you and me. Running through the palace, finding shelter, laughter echoing, our clothes dripping. Your hand in mine. You grabbed me as I am merely a gentle flower. I felt your lips on mine, taking every breath of mine. And you looked at me. Those eyes. I stare into the raindrops, seeing those eyes, hoping one day they won’t be a part of my imagination, but a memory my heart holds dear.

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Do you ever stop… and really look? Feel the breeze through your fingers, hear little kids laughing as they run, watch an old couple window shopping? A pregnant mother, a girl and her dog on a bench, sneaking him her ice cream— Do you feel the flowers bloom? Do you let the rain kiss your face? Do you hear the waves crash? Do you notice old friends catching up, girls in their twenties joined by the hip, an old man enjoying the sun? I see it all. And I’m asking you— look with me, feel it with me, let yourself notice how alive love and life can be.

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Sep 14, 2025

Sep 14, 2025 at 2:54 PM UTC

Do You Ever Stop?

Do you ever stop… and really look? Feel the breeze through your fingers, hear little kids laughing as they run, watch an old couple window shopping? A pregnant mother, a girl and her dog on a bench, sneaking him her ice cream— Do you feel the flowers bloom? Do you let the rain kiss your face? Do you hear the waves crash? Do you notice old friends catching up, girls in their twenties joined by the hip, an old man enjoying the sun? I see it all. And I’m asking you— look with me, feel it with me, let yourself notice how alive love and life can be.

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Dreams are thought to be in sleep I dream every day I dream of being caressed so gently Afraid I might slip away I dream of being cared so gently Afraid I might break I dream of not being seen as too much or too little But just enough I dream of not fighting anymore I dream of being carried I dream of being seen I dream of being understood I dream of being heard Worshipped, loved, cared, appreciated, I dream so much But is that what it all is A dream

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Sep 11, 2025

Sep 11, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC

Dream

Dreams are thought to be in sleep I dream every day I dream of being caressed so gently Afraid I might slip away I dream of being cared so gently Afraid I might break I dream of not being seen as too much or too little But just enough I dream of not fighting anymore I dream of being carried I dream of being seen I dream of being understood I dream of being heard Worshipped, loved, cared, appreciated, I dream so much But is that what it all is A dream

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I wish to be cared for so gently Like I pet my dogs face Hold a flower scared it might break An antique object frightened to shatter it I wish to be loved As if i am a masterpiece myself That you are terrified of ruining

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Aug 3, 2025

Aug 3, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC

Untitled

I wish to be cared for so gently Like I pet my dogs face Hold a flower scared it might break An antique object frightened to shatter it I wish to be loved As if i am a masterpiece myself That you are terrified of ruining

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Two people, one time, one place… Same time. Same street. Like magnets, maybe. Drawn by each other A fleeting moment? A passing glance? Just a second Or was it the prologue to something much bigger?”

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Jun 21, 2025

Jun 21, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC

Crossed

Two people, one time, one place… Same time. Same street. Like magnets, maybe. Drawn by each other A fleeting moment? A passing glance? Just a second Or was it the prologue to something much bigger?”

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I have fallen down a deep hole And I can not get up The more I try, the more I sink So I just sink and sink and sink and sink Until that's all I am A sinking body

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC

Sink

I have fallen down a deep hole And I can not get up The more I try, the more I sink So I just sink and sink and sink and sink Until that's all I am A sinking body

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