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Part one of the trailer. . . All images sourced from www.unsplash.com and all credits to every photographer behind every beautiful photo that you see here! ©unsplash . . #poetry #poem #poet #poesia #writer #author #read #write #follow #channelspearhead #speartpp
🔴 ممنون میشم حس و درک دریافتی اتون رو با من به اشتراک بگذارید . . 🎵🎼تک بیت صوتی در Story🎼🎵 . . نـاز و نیاز و راز دل گشته کمند واژه ها مست و دگر ز ساز تو خیره دلم به هر کجا شعر از #مهدی_یوسفی #م_ی شبانه شعر شماره #591 دفتر شعر اول: ''مرگ سکوت'' . . 🔮 متن و دکلمه کامل استوری های شبانه  در کانال تلگرام به آدرس M_Ypoem #passion #love #autumn #سکوت #عاشقانه #Poem #poetry #poetic #شعر_فارسی #دکلمه #شاعرانه #ادبیات #سرنوشت #شعر_گرافی #عکس_نوشته #عرفان #شعر_کوتاه #آرامش #زیبایی #خدا #دیوانگی #رقص
Gracias al diario HOY.es y su redactora, Ana B. Hernández, por dar voz a la #Musicoterapia y a los #Musicoterapeutas . . . . www.javieralcantara.com javieralcantara@javieralcantara.com Guitarrista de Jazz/Musicoterapeuta/Compositor #JavierAlcantara #autismo #tea #jazz #puentereal #tour2018 #musicoterapia #musictherapy #improvisacion #nyc #madrid #shortstories #jazztrio #music #jazzlife #lisboa #guitar #worldmusic #jazzmusic #life #composing #art #poem #painting #improvisation #newrecord #roadside #oexorcista #emocionespositivas https://www.hoy.es/extremadura/javier-alcantara-musicoterapeuta-20181013002011-ntvo.html
Zoom in to find lots of #poetry gems 💎 in this post from @catherinelrieder ! We’re especially into the edited magnets. . . #Repost @catherinelrieder with @get_repost ・・・ What a sweet find on the electricity pole outside the office #temporarytextcollective #nolaliving #artiseverywhere #itsthelittlethings #streetart #publicart #graffiti #temporarytextcollective #temptext #sculpture #nola #neworleans #poem #poet #write #play #community
Roses are red, That much is true, But violets are purple, Not fucking blue. #italiangirl #true #poem #relax #roses #holiday #italy #instalike #instapic #gray #grayhair #greeneyes #party #likeforlikes #lovequotes
⭐🌴⛵Muž sa po smrti obhliada za svojím životom a anjel strážny mu hovorí: „Vidíš tie dvoje stopy, ktoré idú všade vedľa seba? Jedny sú tvoje a druhé sú moje, pretože po celú dobu som ťa doprevádzal a chránil." A v tom muž namietne: „Ale kde si bol tu, keď mi bolo najhoršie, pretože tam vidím len jedny stopy?" Anjel sa usmeje: „No tam kde sú len jedny stopy, tam som ťa niesol na chrbte, keď už si nemal silu ísť ďalej...“ ~ • ~ Skutočného priateľa, partnera nie je ľahké nájsť, ale je ľahké ho rozpoznať.. čo človek vie alebo pozná nie je nikdy tak dôležité ako to aký je, pretože schopnosti a znalosti sa dajú kedykoľvek doplniť a rozvíjať, ale charakter sa mení ťažko... #angel #woman #man #support #listen #help because #heart #eye #soul #marvelous #footstep #poem
The star-gazer! #sumarise
Day 13. There is another sky. By Emily Dickinson. * * * #inktober2018 #inkwriting #penmanship #penandink #poem #cursive
Sacrifice to the level of your desire to achieve.
obviously this is the fray look after you just been stuck in my head for weeks.
Bagaimana ku mulai menjelaskan tentangmu? Dalam gigitan angin malam? Atau pelukan senyap? #indikasibulan #lfl #fff #puisi #poem #likeforlike #follow #sajak #catatan #bulan
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I stand in front of your fears...🌹
skeletons i see everywhere around me frozen in place each a long forgotten face this place is abandon of purpose, a ghost town of sorts a living cemetery, with only cold-stares to transport //sawpog’s sentiments
each morning the ocean lets the scent of romanticism hang in the air. the devoted blues, pinks, and whites faithfully complimented each other in a beautiful display of morning light. birds drunk on the promise of the new day zipped here and there on sturdy atlantic air currents. It seems that everything on the island is simplicity personified. as if to say the less you have the more you can embody this kind of happiness. the people who find refuge here know this. they feel the call to retreat from phone calls, emails, traffic, and other complexities. this inner pull perhaps the last roots of our ancestors is born again through the padding of bare feet across sandy earth, or by the warm sun knighting everyone he meets with bronze skin, or when the wind brings fresh batches of salty oxygen that is greedily gobble down by our lungs. the island produces it own rhythm, and it invites all life to follow the beat. // sawpog’s sentiments
a fatal blow had been dealt to that old sun. i watched its blood spill all over the sky amid its dying breaths // sawpog’s sentiments
evil grows and ignorance flows amongst the shadows mediocrity infects and doubt invades amongst the shadows pride feasts and sin kills amongst the shadows why do we remain in the shadows? the darkness they use as their disguise, their true identity is revealed at our demise. why does our indifference remain amongst the shadows? why do we hang around so many foes? a body of death the weight of each breath. a dirty soul finds the light they found their way out of the eternal night. light erupts into their fragile existence. darkness has fled with the utmost persistence. the heavens cry holy, holy, holy. Jesus has redeemed a soul fully. to the light we all must cling. here we can mock death, for where is your sting? goodness grows and wisdom flows amongst the light excellence abides and answers guide amongst the light humility pours and holiness restores amongst the light. // sawpog’s sentiments
my concept of running has gradually shifted i didn’t use to count in minutes, miles, or steps when I was younger it started out as just a rhythm a pounding of feet a steadiness of breath a blurriness of my surroundings carrying me wherever I pleased sometimes i still slip back into this form of running and i savor every moment // sawpog’s sentiments
the cast a dimension suspended in an elusive and entirely see through molecular soup becomes agitated by a minor water quake that puts all aquatic life on alert an alien material descends into there realm the first thought for a fish says survival keep a respectable distance but too quickly caution turns to curiosity the familiar shape strikes a predatory cord inside the fish then it moves. a lapse in memory joins an urge of instinct which causes a flurry of motion what appears to be the injured preys last ditch effort to escape his hungry assailant is the action that solidified the attackers interest chomp an inkling of realization crosses the fish’s mind that this doesn’t in fact taste like the normal sushi to go but it’s too late the odd tasting fish seems to regain power pulling with unimaginable strength to the heavens above. in a nearby boat a fisherman’s heart leaps with joy // sawpog’s sentiments
why do we itch with such despair during our seasons they provide the space, time, and means to develop give up the struggle, and just be.... anticipations can be found in every season.... the intoxicating fragrance of spring the unimaginable promise of summer the generous changes of fall the maternal coziness of winter and other seasons... the momentous growth in pain the spiritual closeness in loneliness the overwhelming unworthiness in victory the otherworldly confidence in uncertainty oh the many faces of seasons.. some seasons sprint by, others crawl. each are clothed in a different purpose. Instead of artificially forcing yourself out of one season to step into the next, realize that perhaps this season is following a much more important timeline, a timeline of a kingdom far higher than our 5 inch tall minds can reach. It’s peace, not paralyzation that erupts out of the knowledge that we aren’t in control. focus on your daily existence. consider how being in any season requires undeserved blessings of life and breath. our days our numbered. God forbid we spend every day wishing away the gift of the seasons that God has graciously given us. // sawpog’s sentiments
God’s glory is in it all. i have found it in my pain, i have seen it falling with the rain. awed as mountains stand tall for You, and when lightning gathers power for You. You turn sounds into songs, You allow the weak to become strong. You’re in the laughs of a little one, You’re in the weary eyes of an elder whose time spent on earth is almost done. You supply every breath in my lungs. You are behind it all. // sawpog’s sentiments
Love makes the World go round.
Well Hi, just in case if you are reading this.
The people with highest walls have the deepest love too- @r.h.sin
Inside your head only. Pic credit- @onyxta
Tamasha Scenes.
I repeat NEVER. Art by- @muhammedsalah_
Price we pay for being silent at the wrong moment.
Another edge of seventeen.
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