Dylan
@dylandapoet.bsky.social
Hey just a small niche account , love poetry and writing , old skool romantic at heart .
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Dylan
@dylandapoet.bsky.social
· Nov 14
Every glance you send my way writes another line in the poetry of us……
Some touches are accidental,yours feels like destiny remembering itself on my body…..
November 25, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Some touches are accidental,yours feels like destiny remembering itself on my body…..
Cuando la mente de un poeta fluye,
no gotea…
se desborda…..
no gotea…
se desborda…..
November 24, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Cuando la mente de un poeta fluye,
no gotea…
se desborda…..
no gotea…
se desborda…..
Love is not a lesson, it is a remembering.. of who we become the moment someone’s breath learns our name…..
November 24, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Love is not a lesson, it is a remembering.. of who we become the moment someone’s breath learns our name…..
Some love stories don’t end..
they just stop being written by both hands….
they just stop being written by both hands….
November 23, 2025 at 9:02 PM
Some love stories don’t end..
they just stop being written by both hands….
they just stop being written by both hands….
We love not to possess..
but to witness someone’s light and help manifest their Shine…..
but to witness someone’s light and help manifest their Shine…..
November 23, 2025 at 11:45 AM
We love not to possess..
but to witness someone’s light and help manifest their Shine…..
but to witness someone’s light and help manifest their Shine…..
Romance is not roses or rhyme..
it’s knowing their chaos and choosing them anyway….
it’s knowing their chaos and choosing them anyway….
November 22, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Romance is not roses or rhyme..
it’s knowing their chaos and choosing them anyway….
it’s knowing their chaos and choosing them anyway….
He longs not for a perfect life,
but for peace when he lays his truth beside someone else’s….
but for peace when he lays his truth beside someone else’s….
November 21, 2025 at 8:08 PM
He longs not for a perfect life,
but for peace when he lays his truth beside someone else’s….
but for peace when he lays his truth beside someone else’s….
Your love is lunar…
gentle, glowing,
always circling my world no matter the distance…..
gentle, glowing,
always circling my world no matter the distance…..
November 21, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Your love is lunar…
gentle, glowing,
always circling my world no matter the distance…..
gentle, glowing,
always circling my world no matter the distance…..
There is philosophy in every kiss.. your lips are the questions, mine are the answers we discover together….
November 21, 2025 at 1:11 PM
There is philosophy in every kiss.. your lips are the questions, mine are the answers we discover together….
Desire is the mind telling a truth through the body, I know you, even before I touch you…..
November 20, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Desire is the mind telling a truth through the body, I know you, even before I touch you…..
There’s a reason my pulse changes when you’re near..
you turn thought into hunger and hunger into truth….
you turn thought into hunger and hunger into truth….
November 20, 2025 at 12:36 PM
There’s a reason my pulse changes when you’re near..
you turn thought into hunger and hunger into truth….
you turn thought into hunger and hunger into truth….
There are no villains in heartbreak,
only two hearts with different maps…
only two hearts with different maps…
November 17, 2025 at 11:36 AM
There are no villains in heartbreak,
only two hearts with different maps…
only two hearts with different maps…
When she left, I didn’t lose love…
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
November 16, 2025 at 2:39 PM
When she left, I didn’t lose love…
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
I just lost the only moon that ever made my nights beautiful….
His heart isn’t guarded by pride, but by memory.
he needs love that doesn’t remind him of war….
he needs love that doesn’t remind him of war….
November 16, 2025 at 11:41 AM
His heart isn’t guarded by pride, but by memory.
he needs love that doesn’t remind him of war….
he needs love that doesn’t remind him of war….
We didn’t just kiss..
we exchanged truths our mouths didn’t dare say…..
we exchanged truths our mouths didn’t dare say…..
November 16, 2025 at 9:37 AM
We didn’t just kiss..
we exchanged truths our mouths didn’t dare say…..
we exchanged truths our mouths didn’t dare say…..
Some people are poems…
we don’t read them to understand,
we read them to feel alive…..
we don’t read them to understand,
we read them to feel alive…..
November 15, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Some people are poems…
we don’t read them to understand,
we read them to feel alive…..
we don’t read them to understand,
we read them to feel alive…..
Some moments weren’t made for the world..
only for the gasp we shared between heartbeats……
only for the gasp we shared between heartbeats……
November 11, 2025 at 7:35 AM
Some moments weren’t made for the world..
only for the gasp we shared between heartbeats……
only for the gasp we shared between heartbeats……
The strongest loves are not loud..
they are felt in quiet rooms, in the way we choose to stay…..
they are felt in quiet rooms, in the way we choose to stay…..
November 9, 2025 at 2:09 PM
The strongest loves are not loud..
they are felt in quiet rooms, in the way we choose to stay…..
they are felt in quiet rooms, in the way we choose to stay…..
A man wants not for applause, but for understanding…
to be heard in silence, and touched without hands….
to be heard in silence, and touched without hands….
November 8, 2025 at 9:24 AM
A man wants not for applause, but for understanding…
to be heard in silence, and touched without hands….
to be heard in silence, and touched without hands….
Not all endings are cruel,
some are just quieter beginnings elsewhere….
some are just quieter beginnings elsewhere….
November 8, 2025 at 9:19 AM
Not all endings are cruel,
some are just quieter beginnings elsewhere….
some are just quieter beginnings elsewhere….
To want someone deeply is not weakness..
it’s the strength to admit the soul still dreams…
it’s the strength to admit the soul still dreams…
November 7, 2025 at 12:13 PM
To want someone deeply is not weakness..
it’s the strength to admit the soul still dreams…
it’s the strength to admit the soul still dreams…
Life isn’t always full of love songs and happy endings, sometimes it’s dark and painfully silent. Yet within that silence, the soul discovers its truest melody.. not in what was promised, but in what survived…..
November 5, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Life isn’t always full of love songs and happy endings, sometimes it’s dark and painfully silent. Yet within that silence, the soul discovers its truest melody.. not in what was promised, but in what survived…..
Healing didn’t come in sunlight..
it came the night I stopped wishing you back,
and started wishing myself forward…..
it came the night I stopped wishing you back,
and started wishing myself forward…..
November 4, 2025 at 9:14 PM
Healing didn’t come in sunlight..
it came the night I stopped wishing you back,
and started wishing myself forward…..
it came the night I stopped wishing you back,
and started wishing myself forward…..
She fell for his ghosts,
not realising they’d drag her into the same grave
he was too afraid to name….
not realising they’d drag her into the same grave
he was too afraid to name….
November 4, 2025 at 4:38 PM
She fell for his ghosts,
not realising they’d drag her into the same grave
he was too afraid to name….
not realising they’d drag her into the same grave
he was too afraid to name….
I never asked you to save me,
but you made me believe you would…
and that’s how I drowned.
You loved me like a hurricane,
loud, wild, unforgettable…
and gone by morning…..
but you made me believe you would…
and that’s how I drowned.
You loved me like a hurricane,
loud, wild, unforgettable…
and gone by morning…..
November 4, 2025 at 1:51 PM
I never asked you to save me,
but you made me believe you would…
and that’s how I drowned.
You loved me like a hurricane,
loud, wild, unforgettable…
and gone by morning…..
but you made me believe you would…
and that’s how I drowned.
You loved me like a hurricane,
loud, wild, unforgettable…
and gone by morning…..