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How was it to forget someone you always remember How was it not to think of someone you always see even when you slumber. How was it not to love someone you wish to be with forever How was it to heal and be hurt never. Why is it that the one who hurts you are the ones you loved the most? I'm human i have feelings not like post. Please stop,get out of my head, it kills me How ironic that you're hurting me but still it's you i wanna be. Can you be back and be mine again? The last time i saw you dont know when I wanna tell you i love you i regret that moment and then Now you're gone, i'm just left crying with a paper and a pen. #love #poet #writer #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #art #words #poems #quotes #poetrycommunity #wordporn #quote #poetsofig #life #music #writersofig #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #spokenword #prose #instapoet #inspiration #artist

a few minutes ago

I can't cry I can just try To forget the pain To make the rain in my heart fade away. It's just so fucking hard When you can't even get mad At your dumb mistakes When you couldn't forget her face. She sounded like a dream Like a wish that couldn't be real. #love #poet #writer #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #art #words #poems #quotes #poetrycommunity #wordporn #quote #poetsofig #life #music #writersofig #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #spokenword #prose #instapoet #inspiration #artist

a few minutes ago

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14 minutes ago

Skin deep

20 minutes ago

Rate this story from 1-10 . . Follow @feelingswithemoji to get featured For hindi writer ➡ @feelingswithemojihindi DM your feelings 💜 . Orginal content only © . Read poems/articles 🔽🔽 www.feelingswithemoji.com -------------------------------------------------------------------- #feelingswithemoji #igpoet #writersofinstagram #emotions #instapoetry #creative #poetryislife #creativewriting #poetryisnotdead #paint #poetsofig #poetsociety #poetry #poema #writing #typewriter #prose #fellings #instapoet #shotstory #art #poems #writerscommunity #wordgasm #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poenoftheday #poem #writingcommunity

28 minutes ago

I sowed the seeds of hatred and revenge, and when they developed, turned out to be flowers flourishing with love. But your words eroded every single fragrant flower. And now again I am sowing the seeds of loathe and vengeance. -M ✒ #poem #love #poet #writer #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #art #words #poems #quotes #poetrycommunity #wordporn #quote #poetsofig #life #music #writersofig #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #spokenword #prose #instapoet #inspiration #artist #writerscommunity #instagood #creativewriting #poets #writers

28 minutes ago

"Tattooed addicted because I want all my words to be brightly visible. Lower than excepted because I showed my real side in class rather than wear the chains of pretenders. On the lower level because of my skin color. On the lower level because I believe in a certain religion. On the lower level because I don't support my present president. Lower than ever because I'm a nobody just like a small town that's undetected by the big cities of New York and Los Angeles. Pushed deeper under the ground because of my interests. Hammered like a nail until I'm stuck in the middle of solid quicksand. Never thought I could get any lower until I met my first love. Amazing times, but that relationship was covered with bullshit fairytales. Man I feel so low, but I'm so glad that I'm above the Devil's residence." #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #writerscommunity #writersofig #poetsofig #poetry #poems #poetic #instapoet #creativewriting #writing #wordporn #instagrampoets #captionpoem

29 minutes ago

home

30 minutes ago

Day 1: we meet through social media, tumbling over comments on a random meme page. I commented something witty; you commented something back. Day 5: we're exchanging conversations over the DM on Instagram and they don't seem to cease. Your political correctness, your scientific opinions, your unruly thought process- everything is taking me over. But you don't seem to like full stops a lot. Day 11: we're talk on WhatsApp now. The conversations have become more frequent. I've stopped sleeping in the night. I'm comfortable with your messages not ending in full stops now. Day 15: I hear your voice for the first time ever. It's gentle and warm. And it's 15 kilometers away. Day 19: we are video calling. Your smile is contagious. I cannot look at you in the eye. You cannot stop asking me to look at you. Day 30: this is the 4th time you video called me. You are pooping right now and you still have to show me your stupid face because you are bored. Day 35: i meet you for the first time. We sit and hold our breath while our shoulders brush. Your brown eyes hold me for a long time while your long fingers slip between mine. I feel jolts of electricity running in me. Day 41: we have our first fight. You call me a slut. I call you an asshole. We are par and equally guilty. You call me up at 3am to say that you are sorry. I said I was sorry too. Day 43: my mother finds out about you. She tells me that I need to break up with you as soon as possible because if others get to know that your name is Aslam and mine, Arpita, what would people say? Day 49: I promise you that I won't let anything come between us. Not the biases of religion, not the opinions of adults. Nothing. Day 51: I'm scribbling on my desk, writing your name over and over. I cannot hear what my professor is speaking. My ears are whispering your name. Day 60: my dad finds out about you. Day 66: I attend your funeral. I chose your favourite yellow lilies. And I've heard, it takes 66 days to make something a habit. . ~oindrila. . . #delhisnaps #delhigram #indiapictures #_soi #writersofinstagram #i_hobbygraphy #vscoindia #ig_india #phodus_competition #mobilemag #g_o_i #igramming_india #yourshot_india

32 minutes ago

14 Février. Parce que depuis toi, le temps a pris de nouvelles dimensions. Parce que ma passivité a disparu dans ce changement de direction. Parce que ça arrive que je sois en pic de sentiments, et que ma pudeur accepte de te le faire comprendre gentiment. Parce qu'il paraît que l'Homme s'habitue vite, s'habitue trop, mais que j'sens bien que mes deux mains ne se laisseront jamais de ta peau. Parce que je ne connais pas meilleure sensation que nos corps nus entremêlés. Parce que tu me fais monter au ciel dès que ta bouche se promène entre mes grains de beauté. Parce que tu sais comment panser mes plaies béantes, parce que tu m'apaises comme tu m'enchantes. Parce que lorsque je manque de toi, les sacrifices paraissent trop longs, mais qu'ils deviennent dérisoires dès que s'affiche ton prénom. Parce que quand je t'écoute, je ne vois que le fait qu'on se ressemble et que quand vivre fait mal, c'est tellement mieux d'être ensemble. Parce que je ris de tes manies mais je ne pourrais plus me passer d'elles. Parce que je me moque de tes défauts mais ils me sont devenus essentiels. Parce que je te laisse me voir me maquiller et que je te laisse "détruire" le résultat une heure après. Parce qu'on est forts quand on est libres, libres quand on est forts et encore plus à l'instant où nos liens se soudent. Qu'une dispute ou mauvaise passe entre nous s'annule juste après la foudre. Parce que tous les nuages du ciel n'empêchent pas les pleines lunes et qu'à chaque fois qu'elles brillent, c'est nos débuts qui se rallument. Parce que tu décryptes ce que j'aime, parce que je cerne ce que tu veux, et que c'est une première pour tous les deux. Parce que des dizaines de mois plus tard, c'est comme si je venais de te rencontrer. Parce que tu es mon plan A et que tu seras aussi mon plan B. Parce qu'au stade de ce voyage où je me souviens de chaque seconde, j'ai toujours autant envie de me perdre dans les plus beaux yeux du monde. Parce que tu as bouleversé le thème de mon histoire. Parce que c'est toi, parce que tu es là, parce que je n'ai plus peur du dimanche soir. #love #lovequotes #wordsporn #words #grandcorpsmalade #inspiration #art #writer #instapoet #poetry #passion #him

a day ago

************************************************************ And her heart sank when she made it at last Knees scraped against the gravel road Spent from a tiresome and meaningless journey Eyes wandered through the barren field for the glimmer that enticed her from afar It was just an illusion a reflection of a thousand yesterdays -the fleeting seconds she took for granted This is the FUTURE where she wept for the happiness she long sought for but isn’t here The one that escaped with the many wasted “nows” along the way And she couldn’t get it back No matter how many reverse steps her feet collected Even with the weight of her fortune Yes, in spite of Gone Lost forever What never lingers The gift of TIME Elle Bor