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#Stanzas At Best
cedarboots · 4 months
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Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines; Curl me about, ye gadding vines; And oh, so close your circles lace That I may never leave this place: But lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous briers, nail me through. (x)
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baylardian-1 · 1 year
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Was listening to Open Up Your Eyes and getting Endgame Admiral Janeway inspies hehe. :3
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bookwyrminspiration · 8 months
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I don’t know if I just haven’t found the right poetry yet, if I’m engaging with it wrong, or if poetry just isn’t for me, but man I wish I understood and connected with poetry on the level the rest of y’all seem to it looks nice
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praisethelamps · 1 month
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(Very) late P8reon upload, got it out late cause I got Covid rip (I'm okay now)
It's nearly finished, but I know I'm gonna take a while making tons of minor tweaks before it is, because I always do
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infatuate · 9 months
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- the mirror of simple souls, marguerite porete (tr. ellen babinsky)
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nopeleavemealoone · 10 months
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I wrote some poetry, just thought it sounded neat
they said not to look directly at the sun
or else it would burn your eyes blind
but whenever I look at you,
all i know is the world can be kind
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shcherbatskya · 2 years
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here’s my poem inspired by ocean vuong’s telemachus for @theend4’s poetry event! i tried to keep a lot of the original formatting and obviously the odyssey symbolism <3 (id under cut.)
an image of a poem organized into couplets, it reads as follows: “as any pious wife would do,
i spin a web of stories, and of lies
woven and unwoven every night.
an endless shroud for the funeral of my virtue.
because your absence led to a self imposed exile
to weeping in the room we used to share
because ive stopped receiving word and
sometimes i don’t think you’re coming back.
if Athena is the hope of soldiers, then i pray
for a sign from Hera, hope of wives. (it never comes.)
the only hope that you might come home
lives within me.
i could be anyone’s wife, looking back on it
“richly dowered penelope” but i am yours.
i take the form of a wildfire
burning across rocky ithaca.
the tricks will not hold out forever
i cannot hope for you indefinitely.
the hopelessness hasn’t arrived yet
it will in due time,
when your only son confesses
he can’t remember your eyes or your smile.
in time i must take on the task
of weaving our future.” END ID]
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sunshinetrinket · 11 months
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i've been missing virginia (i drove through it once on the way to another state)
tags: @thinkingaboutctommy @qjaiden
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townhulls · 6 months
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continuing my trend of doing literally anything but studying when i should be studying, here are a few blackout pieces i did of russell potter's transcript of the peglar papers. taken from pages 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.
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creatediana · 1 year
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“November’s Greetings” - a poem written 11/23/2022
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babbling-starling · 2 years
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For the love of all that is good, some musically inclined person please do a cover of Fields of Glory with lyrics moded for pokemon, I’ve had an earworm for weeks
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aelkitofsunset · 1 year
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darlin I’m running on empty
I’m running out of time
so before my heart beats away
let me know if yours is mine.
  Yes, I asked myself
everyday
if I’ve made a big mistake
in shoring up all my courage
to maintain your masquerade
but now I know the truth
it’s not about having you;
  it’s about every day
I got to say hey,
how are you?
its about those
almost too lates
and always trying my best
so forget about the rest
and let me say —
I love you
  I know the way you see yourself
the bottom of the heap.
I remember those nights I spent
protecting your sleep,
and I’m
not sorry that
I met you
and I’m
not sorry that you
changed my life
not even at
this cost
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hautaaja · 1 year
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Baudelaire, Le Balcon (The Balcony)
How beautiful are the suns of sultry evenings! How space grows deep! How the heart compels! As I leaned towards you, my beloved queen, I seemed to breathe in the perfume of your blood. How beautiful are the suns of sultry evenings!
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angst-and-fajitas · 2 years
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This next round of queued poetry will have some Emma originals in there! Some old stuff, some new, and I def don't think I'm especially great at poetry but there are a few I'm decently proud of that hopefully y'all might enjoy
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firefighting-idiot · 16 days
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My prof writing down his email for me to send him the sonnet I made for King Lear has me Giddy
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