When Love Swipes

I was tagged by @eyewrote to come up with a poem for the prompt: loves me for me. I was struggling to come up with something because I was looking at it from a romantic viewpoint.
This poem is more like a criticism to the way many of us currently relate…we are singled out simply by the way we look. That is all that matters. And keep swiping, for the grass is greener on the other side. I choose to relate on a higher and profound level. .
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When Love Swipes
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Yes.
Most humans are fitted with buttons that when properly pressed,
An intersection of hormone, bubbles.
We all enjoy this libidinous malarky
No commitments, our lives lived in autarchy.

On this roll of the dice, effort inexists.
Although, a resonating question persists,
Why do they choose to have sex
When they could be making love?
They choose pleasure, instead of
Biding souls through blood and sweat,
In acceptance for where we are at.
I’ll exchange my DNA with someone who loves me for me.
And who sees beyond physical superficiality. .. #divastate #poetry #poetryreaders #poetrylovers #poetsofig #instapoet #instapoetry #instaquotes #micropoetry #modernpoetry
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Kismet

Hey guys, sorry if I am not posting as often. Trust me, I have thoughts spilling out of my head. Haha. I have been trying to meet adult-boring deadlines. In the meantime, my poetry and my childlike spirit is slowly wilting. I need to boost it up. Don’t forget, to do the same with yours. Mind it, listen to it. It wants to come out and play. It wants fun, not boring life chores. Don’t – we – forget about this!
I had started writing the first lines on a dull day. It felt hopeless. Today, I saw @serenadingwinds
poem which touched on a similar topic – connection / disconnection and through our comments, it inspired me to finish them up.
Life is about balance, we know. When low, we can either try to tilt back to a balance (do things that fill you up) or maybe, perhaps, it might be ok to stay with the low? It gives you time and opportunity to appreciate, the high. Low times make you seek, want, desire high times. If we had it all the time, it would only be – time. Let’s praise I inconsistency for it leads us to appreciation and gratitude.
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Kismet

An easy life is a boring life,
A stressful life is a strenuous lie.
It is all part, to be at strife.
For our human compositions do not abide,
constantly flickering from side to side.

Yet as hard as you try to gather balance, if you might,
An invisible touch will tremble your inner earth,
placing a frown instead of your worn out mirth.
Although, the moment you fall, then you know,
It is time to perk up and let go.
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The Find

The Find

The bigger the wish,
The longer the want
To meet the one,
Indicates demands
To focus inwards.
So I become acceptable
not through the lens of expectation-spectacles.
But through my third-eye,
the one that sees without sight.
When you learn that, To pat yourself on the back
No stretching is required.
When you see that you are beautiful regardless of being desired
You no longer enquire.
And on that time,
your true love has arrived.

Check out this spider-tree

Smiling after catching a feather on her woodie net.

Avert, Divert

Don’t look into their eyes or ask for feedback.
Make sure to avoid any physical contact.
Do not talk when they engage.
Nod heads, avert exchange.
Look bemused and naive
But don’t you be!

They do not carry the key to your inner planet.
They cannot enter.
A solitude den for this wolfless pen.
A toast to being ripped apart!
For your jewel to be tarnished with dirt.
You, now, are dirt.
A dirty stinking pig.
Left to wallow in your own mud.

3 word poem

I was tagged by the endearing @love_in_the_time_of_cholera_ for a #3wordpoem.
That is what came to mind.
Beginnings are part of life, as are endings. I Believe that they can and will be stratospheric! And this can both mean a blessing or terrific! I am starting to think, you cannot get one without the other. Perhaps, some people would wish for a placid transition and then you get no stratospheric beginnings. But then, you might be missing out on something explosive and mind-blowing. But you can also get burned. You choose how your cycle opens and closes.
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FEATURING: UNDRESSING— DIVASTATE

I am proud to present one of my darkest, delicate poems I have ever written for Morality Park. Thank you for featuring it! Check out their page, there are very talented writers and poets there.

MORALITY PARK


The unpeeling of the mask

is making known once

someone enters your carnal abode

Flesh is ripped and you are there

Your imperfections laying bare

Maximised by a voracious glare

Though her agony is not actually due to

Visibility,

but what lies untold, more so

The spell that comes out of these words that cannot be disclosed

Can impede the morphing of liberties,

The desires she will carry on hidden

Contemplating her sexual miseries

Knowledge in this case, is not freeing

She does not want to end t-his daydreaming

It is all too pristine, one is thinking

Though her filth is covered in glossy inking

How can one fulfill their wishes?

When there are labels that are sticking?

Love has a weight and a preconditioning

This one comes with a tag

The price for commitment 

is to be marked with a pigment

Of scars that resurface upon healing



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Knock, Knock

This poem was written for one of my best friends. She knocked on our friendship door and I recklessly ignored. Don’t do that to your friends, but if you do, try to mend it.
*Visual art found at Edinburgh Waverley Station.
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Knock, Knock

When a friend comes knocking
Make sure to answer promptly.
Or you’ll end up locking
A friendship can be costly.

Listen to their sorrow,
Care for their wounds, as you would.
Help make their views un-narrow,
Broaden love for sisterhood.

Let them lay on your lap.
Carry them on your shoulders.
Share with them, your mind map.
A friend is your be-holder.
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