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#april poetry month
kcestari · 2 years
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I have decided to challenge myself... well starting tomorrow. For this challenge I am going to take a random word and write a poem, draw a picture, create something just to be creative.
Tomorrow's word: Raindrops
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crackerberries · 2 years
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Zugzwang
Zugzwang is a German word used in chess. It is a situation in which the obligation to make a move in one’s turn is serious. A player is said to be in zugzwang when it’s his turn to play and any move he makes will inevitably lead to the loss of the game. Tall Cool ☺ne gave me the suggestion of the word to use today.  He said go with it. I was at a loss.  I don’t play chess so in my prayer God’s…
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manicddaily · 2 years
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Need
Need I need to get back to the belief that the universe loves us.  I also need to buy shoes.  I understand that the universe does not necessarily love usin the way that we want to be loved;it doesn’t care if we have a long lifeor suffer pain. Don’t get me wrong—it doesn’t want us to suffer pain.It’s just that a universe in which trees split in the windand stars are born and die with fiery…
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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"Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories
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lifeinpoetry · 6 months
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A book that doesn’t mention my language or my country, and has maps of every place except for my birthplace, as if I were an illegitimate child on Mother Earth.
Borders are those invented lines drawn with ash on maps and sewn into the ground by bullets.
— Mosab Abu Toha, from "Palestine A–Z," Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear
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nosebleedclub · 19 days
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Poetry Month Prompts
1. as good as you'll get 2. girl names 3. lacrosse 4. swan 5. house with a name 6. one year after the accident 7. profiteroles 8. potholes 9. vivisection 10. adult revenge 11. "safe" place 12. road sign 13. glam 14. oyster mushroom 15. mother's footsteps 16. what life was like 17. almond milk 18. lagomorph 19. physical therapy 20. birthday flowers 21. book of miracles 22. ferment 23. brick 24. routine 25. days spent waiting 26. infirmary 27. hallucinogen 28. supper club 29. deviant 30. age
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fandom-trash-goblin · 13 days
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april is a cruel spectator, watching as i crumble under my own weight.
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary // Edna St. Vincent Millay, Song of a Second April // Naguib Mahfouz, Adrift on the Nile // Anne Carson, The Glass Essay // Edna St. Vincent Millay, Spring // Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey // Anne Carson, The Glass Essay // Alan Dugan, April // Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // Charles Bernstein, Me And My Pharaoh..
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septembersung · 17 days
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mariellaolden · 7 days
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You belong here
You're the flowers I'd pick among the vast species in a field. You're the language I no longer speak but still know how to read. You're the clouds in the sky I've been meaning to reach. You're the stars in the night I'd gaze upon. You're the sun I wait to rise in the east to be with you until you set in the west. Your presence lies in every receipt, sticker, and any curio I hold dear. You fill the spaces others are afraid to be in. You show unwavering courage to fight for what you believe in. In my thoughts, you are always here.
You are in every corner, everywhere. Even in the smallest things, your presence is seen.
You belong here, my dear.
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circadeacademia · 8 days
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Prompt: Posture (Escapril Day 11)
¡ Baby girl !
You are kintsugi vase in this plastic world.
Siberia running through your veins
So do conjoined swords in your gaping mouth,
Slicing through tender pieces of warmth.
¡ Baby girl !
Your spine is ivory bracelet in this manacled world.
Stitches after stitches holding your bones
And a giant thinking knot just hung by the thread,
Twisting awful question marks out of S(pine).
¡ Baby girl !
Your skin is bejeweled in aureate hide.
Magnified fire freckles like golden lagoons
Your scars like shooting stars, now tainted by fragile wishes
Baby girl, the world is an elastic hoax
You are but a pile of clay, now ossified in ceramic posture
A masterpiece, you are, in your spontaneous couture.
— circadeacademia
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poetryofmuses · 1 year
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Perhaps May is a blessing, it is freedom and solitary, it is a month with new beginnings and endings, of bond and breakage, of detachment and unity, May is awaited.
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crackerberries · 5 hours
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Question (Do you hear what I hear?): Spirit Feeding † Flesh Starving
All I am hearing outside my window is the song of the Cicadas.  They are everywhere!  Fernando was watching this one from the window.  I think he wants to eat it! Are you ready for today’s pop quiz?Have I quacked about my cousin, Liz?Has anyone ever made a quiche?Quickly come, I’ll teach you, capishe?Do you think it’s quiet outside my window?Can you hear quibbling doves, in sun aglow?Have you…
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manicddaily · 2 years
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TGIF
GIF Friday brings possibilities.  There are mystery novels that may be readwhere all the unexplainedwill be resolved.  There are walks to be takenthat may veerfrom the road.  There should be time to tease yougently, and, laughing,to be teased. Recrimination just might de-crimp, givensome room, and regret let itself go, at least a little.  As the work week cools,self-castigation dulls, like…
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env0writes · 9 days
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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.7.24 “Post Cards I Never Sent From Paradise"
I wish you were here Without you, waterfall eyelids Aren’t worth the wait To slide–down the cheek I wish you were here Every room and hall and parking spot Empty, leaving me spinning in place Blank shot revolver door, still firing I wish you were here Wiping away each raindrop Filling the space in my arms Listening to heartbeat accompanied sighs I wish you were here The rain was always your favorite Even if I made it for you Oh gods above Do I ever wish you were here
@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!   Photo by my friend Mika
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ahagisborn · 18 days
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nosebleedclub · 1 year
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Poetry Month Prompts
1. Violets 2. Glade 3. Untie 4. Lightning-struck 5. Collegiate 6. Rowing 7. Secret art 8. Labrador 9. Decades before 10. Orion 11. Cleanup site 12. Ripped bag 13. Neanderthal 14. Spring lamb 15. Adventure time  16. Rival team 17. Martian 18. Face like an angel 19. Underwater 20. Hiding place 21. Estate sale 22. Ashore 23. Fountain pen 24. Western 25. Berry pie 26. Various 27. Hazel 28. Jackrabbit 29. Whale-watching 30. High school accident
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