Beautiful Words - Blog Posts

Your soul knows. It will let you know when it's time to distance yourself from people who no longer align with you mentally, emotionally, physically, or energetically.

Another List of "Beautiful" Words

to include in your next poem

Avidulous - somewhat greedy.

Breviloquent - marked by brevity of speech.

Compotation - a drinking or tippling together.

Crimpy - of weather; unpleasant; raw and cold.

Desiderium - an ardent desire or longing; especially, a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

Dyspathy - lack of sympathy.

Ebriosity - habitual intoxication.

Epitasis - the part of a play developing the main action and leading to the catastrophe.

Fantod - a state of irritability and tension.

Graumangere - a great meal.

Grimoire - a magician's manual for invoking demons and the spirits of the dead.

Hiemal - of or relating to winter.

Illaudable - deserving no praise.

Impluvious - wet with rain.

Innominate - having no name; unnamed; also, “anonymous”.

Juberous - doubtful and hesitating.

Noctilucous - shining at night.

Poetaster - an inferior poet.

Psychrophilic - thriving at a relatively low temperature.

Quiddity - the essential nature or ultimate form of something: what makes something to be the type of thing that it is.

Repullulate - to bud or sprout again.

Retrogradation - a backward movement.

Semiustulate - half burnt or consumed by fire.

Tenebrific - causing gloom or darkness.

Unparadiz’d - brought from joy to miserie.

If any of these words make it into your next poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists

those 10 people love you and that's good enough for me <3

love ya guys ^^

sometimes we (i) forgot

This is so true because why be rude and disrespectful when you can be kind🩷🩷

I instantly fell in love with Taylor Swift's song 'Anti-Hero.'

It is rare to find any new music with intelligent, quality lyrics, and it tells the story! Beautiful Poetry!

MIDNIGHTS – OCTOBER 21, 2022

It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it is irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.

Maybe it’s that one urgent question you meant to ask someone years ago but didn’t. Someone that slipped through the cracks in your history, and they’re are too far gone now anyway. All the ghost ships that have sailed and sailed away, but at this hour, they’ve anchored in your harbor. They sit with flags waving, bright and beautiful. And it’s almost like it’s real.

We lie awake in love and in fear and in turmoll and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t — right this minute — about to make some fateful life-altering mistake. This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… we’ll meet ourselves.

This numbness wails against the silence of my lips, my mind haunts the existence of my abyss...................

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

Sue Zhao

procrastinating my homework and wrote a non-sensical poem in my notes app again

Coffee thought.

Why aren't cookies called, Bakies? You don't cook them, you bake them.

•.・❥・♡꙳𓂃𓂂*・❥・꙳•.

In the end, we won't remember attractive bodies and beautiful faces, we will remember the warmth of helping hands, beautiful moments and words that gave us wings.

💞🙏😍

♥️🤗😃

“all i need is a little rain, a little coffee, and a lot of you.”

— (via jannahflowers)

Everytime you smile it feels like I am bathing in the warmth of the afternoon sun, slowly disintegrating into the golden swirls that pour from your brown eyes. How often have I melted at your fingertips so that you may scoop me up and paint such beautiful sunsets that tell the stories I have kept locked away. I don't know which is more beautiful, to become a breath taking painting or to be the favourite colour of the painter.

It's the light brown color of my tired sighs and the warm pink of my sleepy snores. The monotonous rambling of my mind brings to life the precious olive green in my soul. The songs I know by heart, that are always at the tip of my lips, shines in a soft earthy brown glow. If there was a colour to describe the way my heart swells everytime I watch the sun go down in the far horizon, it would be a mild beige tinted with a pretty rosy flavour. And when I look at myself in the mirror, when I see the person I have become, I can see the turquoise of my soul smiling softly over my head. I don't know what color my aura is but all that matters is how beautifully I glow when I smile at myself.

Brown for the earth's child that I am, that I always was.

Pink for the pretty parts in me that I've started to fall in love with.

Green for my soul that has slowly started healing from within.

Beige for the ways I am always there for me.

Turquoise for how much alive I am and how beautiful it is to create and grow like I do now.

What is your color palette at this point in your life?

We might be runners,

Or Chasers or Dreamers,

But we breathe the silent sea like she knows us too well.

Here lies a grave of all my silent pleas.

-@ineluctablehere

As you dive deeper into the chosen fate of your career, I hope you find the unexpected happiness and blessings in every step you take. ✨

i want to just be with someone.

to just hold hands in silence and feel each others presence.

to just stare into each others eyes and understand what the others saying without having to say a word.

to be comfortable in the silence.

simply just because we dont need to fill it.

to just be beings by ourselves with each other.

to just be us.

~ s.c.

Maybe I want to disappear because feeling invisible hurts more than actually being gone.

I wonder if you have a song that reminds you of me.

I wonder if I'm one of the first thing you think of when you just woke up.

I wonder if you ever wish I was by your side even for some moments.

I wonder...

I've become very silent lately. I keep telling myself that it's because I need some time alone or that I'm finally at peace with my loneliness.

But, somewhere, I feel like it's because I'm tired. I'm tired of speaking up everytime without being understood so I choose to keep everything inside.

I want to be held.

I feel like if I'm not held by the right person anytime soon I will break into thousands of pieces.

Dear Wolrd,

The other day, I came across a video that said when someone is not meant to be with you the universe will do anything to make you two fall apart.

But, can't it see? Can't the universe see that I'm holding on a thread for that person. Can't the universe see that my soul is perishing for the person. And why is it that the universe gives me mixed feelings about that person. Are you confused too universe?

You're lonely?

You mean you write down all your feelings in a journal or as a note in your phone because you have no one to pour them out to who can truly understand you.

I easily forgive people. Rather, I would say I don't really hold grudges towards people.

But why, why is it so hard for others to forgive my mistakes. I am human too. I'm learning and trying to improve everyday too. So, why?

I want to be able to go on top of a mountain and scream to the world that I am yours.

But, it will only be possible if you accept me as yours.

Lately, I've been wanting someone to compliment me.

I have so much self hatred in myself these days that I can't look at the camera or the mirror without my smile fading.

I want someone to tell me that I'm worthy, that I'm not as bad as I think i am and that it will get better.

Oh to be a hopeless romantic in an unrequited love

I did not want to grow up.

I do not want to grow up anymore.

- We all break at a point. How long are you going to hold on?

- Forever. I'll hold on forever if I have to.

I used to be this happy soul with a goofy personality.

Now I look at people around me and wonder how they are able to smile in this chaotic world.