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  • “She is the dream I never want to stop dreaming, the chorus of that song I can’t get out of my head along the day, the rhyme of the verse of my life.”
  • “She is the dream I never want to stop dreaming, the chorus of that song I can’t get out of my head along the day, the rhyme of the verse of my life.”
  • 4 1 2 minutes ago
  • Le chant des vagues

Le vent se balade sur tes cheveux
Le reflet de l’univers dans tes yeux
Les frissons de ton souffle effleuré
La passion qui envoûte tes baisers.

Des sourires qui illuminent le ciel
Ton odeur au parfum de miel
Un soleil perce le voile de l’aurore
Quand dans nos mains coulent de l’or.

Sur l’horizon surfent  tes mots
Tatoués a jamais sur ma peau.
Que la mer emporte mon amour
Car la marée reviendra toujours.

Le chant des vagues crie à la liberté
A celle de pouvoir aimer sans compter
Puisse le chagrin ne pas nous faire oublier
Qu’il nous reste la joie de donner

Non l’amour n’a aucune limite
Dans l’histoire qui nous habite
Et tout deviendra un grand partage
Pour ne plus se mettre en cage.

#instapoesie #poetry #poésie #poeme #instapoetry #sea #love #wave #freedom
  • Le chant des vagues

    Le vent se balade sur tes cheveux
    Le reflet de l’univers dans tes yeux
    Les frissons de ton souffle effleuré
    La passion qui envoûte tes baisers.

    Des sourires qui illuminent le ciel
    Ton odeur au parfum de miel
    Un soleil perce le voile de l’aurore
    Quand dans nos mains coulent de l’or.

    Sur l’horizon surfent tes mots
    Tatoués a jamais sur ma peau.
    Que la mer emporte mon amour
    Car la marée reviendra toujours.

    Le chant des vagues crie à la liberté
    A celle de pouvoir aimer sans compter
    Puisse le chagrin ne pas nous faire oublier
    Qu’il nous reste la joie de donner

    Non l’amour n’a aucune limite
    Dans l’histoire qui nous habite
    Et tout deviendra un grand partage
    Pour ne plus se mettre en cage.

    #instapoesie #poetry #poésie #poeme #instapoetry #sea #love #wave #freedom
  • 5 2 6 minutes ago
  • Pt 2: ...as I walked up the steps, I tripped and stuttered stepped into the kitchen. I looked back to make sure it wasn’t my clumsiness, but surely a booby trap that befell me—there was just that last step, no excuse for my sloppiness other than nerves. 
As if I was channeling Bridget Jones, I turned around and There. He. Was, staring at me. I was embarrassed. You see, the embarrassment wasn’t as much about me falling, but that I had done it alone. There was no one to giggle about it with. There was no one to play off of—just me. Before I could make a joke, he said “hi.” I knew who he was. In my mind, he was one of those guys that everyone in our massive and eerily small LA gay community wanted. I said “hi.” Honestly, I was so taken aback that I was surprised I knew how to pronounce any words. For the next few moments, I was barely fluent in English. It felt like I had just serendipitously fallen off the momentum of my life at just the right time, onto your platform, his platform, into a new direction. Wasn’t it inevitable, that going to this party, all by my lonesome, awkwardly waddling into the kitchen for food would lead me to him. 
All we said was our names as we squeezed passed each other in the narrow kitchen with smiles on our face. I wouldn’t get your number, you wouldn’t ask for mine. It was just nice to have a flirtatious moment after I fell toward a handsome stranger. Wasn’t it inevitable that you’d find me on Facebook and that our first date would be sushi and that we’d talk about all the things that mattered, right then and there. We’d talk about our rough childhoods, past heartbreaks, our thoughts on God, allowing ourselves to be exactly who we were. We rocketed toward meant-to-be-together. 
I found out who you wanted me to be very quickly, and I became that. I put away the expansion of my life so that I could fit into yours, and in doing so, I gave you permission for us to be all you. I fought, at times, I threw fits and then asked for forgiveness... .
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#writersofinsta #poetry #prose #gaylove #dating #heartbreak #gayguys #instapoetry #instapoet
  • Pt 2: ...as I walked up the steps, I tripped and stuttered stepped into the kitchen. I looked back to make sure it wasn’t my clumsiness, but surely a booby trap that befell me—there was just that last step, no excuse for my sloppiness other than nerves.
    As if I was channeling Bridget Jones, I turned around and There. He. Was, staring at me. I was embarrassed. You see, the embarrassment wasn’t as much about me falling, but that I had done it alone. There was no one to giggle about it with. There was no one to play off of—just me. Before I could make a joke, he said “hi.” I knew who he was. In my mind, he was one of those guys that everyone in our massive and eerily small LA gay community wanted. I said “hi.” Honestly, I was so taken aback that I was surprised I knew how to pronounce any words. For the next few moments, I was barely fluent in English. It felt like I had just serendipitously fallen off the momentum of my life at just the right time, onto your platform, his platform, into a new direction. Wasn’t it inevitable, that going to this party, all by my lonesome, awkwardly waddling into the kitchen for food would lead me to him.
    All we said was our names as we squeezed passed each other in the narrow kitchen with smiles on our face. I wouldn’t get your number, you wouldn’t ask for mine. It was just nice to have a flirtatious moment after I fell toward a handsome stranger. Wasn’t it inevitable that you’d find me on Facebook and that our first date would be sushi and that we’d talk about all the things that mattered, right then and there. We’d talk about our rough childhoods, past heartbreaks, our thoughts on God, allowing ourselves to be exactly who we were. We rocketed toward meant-to-be-together.
    I found out who you wanted me to be very quickly, and I became that. I put away the expansion of my life so that I could fit into yours, and in doing so, I gave you permission for us to be all you. I fought, at times, I threw fits and then asked for forgiveness... .
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    #writersofinsta #poetry #prose #gaylove #dating #heartbreak #gayguys #instapoetry #instapoet
  • 167 5 8 minutes ago
  • .
Quando la sera
Che incombe
S'abbassa sui tetti
La piazza
Mi svela i segreti
Degli echi remoti.

Il tuo riso canoro
Disseppellisce l'ansia
Di amori smarriti
Nelle notti insonni.

Ma durerai ancora
Quanto un fiore
Strappato alla terra?
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Repost 🥀
@gherigiada 📷
  • .
    Quando la sera
    Che incombe
    S'abbassa sui tetti
    La piazza
    Mi svela i segreti
    Degli echi remoti.

    Il tuo riso canoro
    Disseppellisce l'ansia
    Di amori smarriti
    Nelle notti insonni.

    Ma durerai ancora
    Quanto un fiore
    Strappato alla terra?
    .
    .
    Repost 🥀
    @gherigiada 📷
  • 26 4 9 minutes ago
  • The river
  • The river
  • 11 1 11 minutes ago