#bleeding poetry

[feral-ballad]

Eileen R. Tabios, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Three Coyotes"

[Text ID: “She bleeds without / pain / You see her blood / through roses / lushly-petalled”]

#eileen r. tabios #womanhood #girlhood #pain #blood #bleeding #roses #petals #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

[poetrybyonur]

Plato said, “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.” But Hemingway also said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Because it is in these times that poets write their best work, when they are in love or in pieces.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #gentleman poet #love #writers on tumblr #spilling ink #poetrybyonur #in love #broken heart #poets #bleeding ink #plato #hemingway #feelings

[mikefrawley]

Feel

Promise me you’ll never change you’re beautiful exactly as you are Even if I cannot be the lucky one I shall always love you from afar When we first met, I remembered and felt what I’d forgotten to feel How can I make you feel the same I don’t know how to seal this deal

I love you, though you’re not mine for I cannot give your heart to me

You’d be my queen, we’d be as one yet what can I do to make you see I write and I cry, I even bleed for you you're the only one within my heart And I can see no end to my desire but you’re the one fire I cannot start I know forever I will keep loving you that I could never hope to change Still waking up alone without you here will eternally feel a little bit strange

#poetry #beautiful #heart #queen #love #write #cry #bleed #desire #Feel

[victormalonso]

bleeding skies | victor m. alonso

#original photography #photographers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #visual poetry #víctor m. alonso #vimalsu999 #isla negra #bleeding skies #poema de amor #amor #poema de amor a mi manera

[exitwound]

 the raspberry room by karin gotttshall

#reading this as the woundspaces left by the scratches as where shes lying down. lying down in the space where i open up. jeez ! #w #u #poetry #something alive you slide a knife into that doesn’t even bleed

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Voice”

[Text ID: Hope. They call it hope— / that obscene cruelty, it never lets up for a minute.]

#franz wright #earlier poems #voice #words #poetry #typography #you bleed and bleed and bleed #… #a dream ago perhaps #on hope

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

just read the most sugucoded poem ever i’m lying on the floor like a sad gutted fish </3

#soft sugu :((( my belovedest. he loves you best over breakfast!! #i don’t think i could ever break the tie between him and The Kitchen in my mind #that’s where he belongs!! that’s where he’s happy!!! :((( that’s where his love bleeds through most fervently… #idk i just think if he had a cute s/o to make coffee for every morning he would be Fine #he would make it just the way you like and watch you blink sluggishly while sipping it and listen to you humming in soft delight #and he would be Fine. genocidial thoughts begone!!!!! #i just bought a new poetry collection and am loving it so far >:3 #ari noises ✩

[generallyjl]

#I grant you refuge in knowing that the dust will clear #and they who fell in love and died together will one day laugh #Hiba Abu Nada #poetry #gaza poetry #palestine #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #from the river to the sea #gaza #palestine will never die #how can one read such things and not feel like their soul is going to bleed out through their eyes? from God we come and to God we return.

[feral-ballad]

Victoria Chang, from Barbie Chang; “Barbie Chang Loves Evites”

[Text ID: “her heart growls / more / each day / her heart is always sort of bleeding”]

#victoria chang #heart #sadness #bleeding #pain #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

[poetrybyonur]

Ernest Hemingway said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Sometimes, a writer doesn’t just bleed, they haemorrhage.

A piece I wrote in 2017 that I redid.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #gentleman poet #love #poetrybyonur #writers #writers on tumblr #hemingway #bleeding ink #poetic #poets #writers and poets #english poet

[laurelnose]

Sylvia Legris is a plenty successful poet as is but I do feel that she should have more Tumblr cachet. Like. Locked Tomb girlies look at these bone verses

Details of Articulated Skeletons, c. 1510

Memento marrow. The treacherous thread of the unnamed. The flourish-stripped reunion of broken parts.

The polymathematician (the osteo-horoscopist) plumbs the anonymous bones, the forlorn unspoken-for. Lead white, bianco di piombo, the poisonous orbit. An algebraic

of discrete desecration. Cancellous bone, cortical bone, an innominately rising hip bone. The acrimonious split of the acromion from the scapular spine. Explode the view . . .

Exploit the post-medieval zodiac. A moon-distending thorax; the gibbosity of the humeral head. The anteriorly tilting ascent of the pelvic girdle. False false ribs and the acute

angle of descent of rib one and rib two. Memento mori. Woe betide the Renaissance bonesetter. Bone-beset.

#all of Hideous Hidden is so good but the Midwinter the Cut-Time section is just. i love it SO fucking much #more than i can articulate. you know how it is. read the poetry that's the explanation you get it or you don't #i rank the collections Hideous Hidden > Nerve Squall > Garden Physic > Circuitry of Veins #Nerve Squall you can tell she hasn’t quite hit her style stride yet like she has in Hidden #but i prefer it to Garden Physic just bc aesthetically Garden leans much more heavily on herbalism and the plant organ #than either Nerve Squall or Hidden. and you know me. all organs are good but I prefer the bleeding kind #i am simply not really the intended audience for Circuitry of Veins tho' i do like many bits of it #and i don't have a copy of iridium veins or pneumatic antiphonal yet... but someday... #laurelnose.txt #poetry #(im going to title a MoE fic ‘an algebraic of discrete desecration’ one of these days and itll be about exactly what u might expect)

[mindful-hempress]

Summoned to cut the throat of a lamb

but sentimental pieces tear this spectrum

far into sunken chants,

purging fractures

across autumn skies

upon the wings of a thousand ravens

bleeding tones from Midnight Expeditions and

take flight.

For the plunge into delirium,

never a lone trip

when dabbling attraction's palatable bones,

decayed blemishes' unconscious canvas

scattering artful silence

looped through allure

endless, animate

clouded-over pigments

bent amidst hopes penetrable troupes

as gloaming lasts only for a short time

here in ruby recesses

reckoning creations to come to life

until I become obscure;

something more

than individuality

evolving

beyond a zombie.

Walata M.

#my gif post #my animation #my artwork #poems on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #Bleed poetry #individuality #silence #solitude

[quillinhand]

autumn will never be my favourite season, but I think there's something to be said about it regardless- this is when nature paints itself in colors of fire and mist fills the tired sky. the ground cracks underneath your boots and the weather cools something in you that you didn't realize was burning (the sun burns holes into your skin, and this is when you let the wounds heal). fancy lattes and fancy aesthetics, playlists for rainy days, watching the leaves fall like you can feel yourself fall for the beauty of it all (death, decaying to grow anew). when it gets cold enough for you to crave the warm embrace of luxury, when the air is clear and crisp and the coat over your shoulders is a gentle shield against the sharper edges. the world is quiet even as it freezes (burns) into another stage, and you are here to bear witness. chaos breeding comfort.

#let the quill bleed #seasons #bookblr #writblr #autumn #original poetry #my poetry #thinking of doing this for each of the seasons

[dimsilver]

Morning

an Easter poem

He steps into the garden’s early gray,

feels dew beneath his feet - wind stirs his hair,

and deep he breathes in scents of earth and herb

and casts off reek of myrrh and bloodied cloth.

How good it is to be alive! The world

is sleeping, unaware it is reborn.

His friends are sleeping too, worn out with grief

and hope, believing both are useless now.

The cross. He glances down at hands and feet,

flexes his wrists, peers down at ragged holes,

laughs softly to himself - a victory shout.

Night bleeds away above the olive trees.

So soon his friends will come and see the tomb;

so soon the world will know that all is well!

But now he is content - a nightingale

sings overhead the coming of the dawn,

and there are flowers to be tended here.

It must begin again with gardening.

He pulls a thorny root, loosens the soil

with long brown fingers, and he starts to dig.

#not entirely satisfied with the end #but I’ve wrestled with it for literal months so #I wanted to focus on the human sensations/reactions of coming back #how are we feeling about the motif of night bleeding to death??? #holy Saturday #Easter #Eastertide #poem #poetry #dimsilver writes #Holy Week

[humshummerypoot]

I just want to be somebody’s

favorite person. I know people like

me, but no one likes me

more than others. I’m

the backup friend,

the afterthought.

So I’m lonely. I’m surrounded by

people, but I’m lonely, because none

of them want me just for me. Is it too much

to ask simply to be preferred?

#loneliness #loner life #lonely #lonely soul #friends #friendship #relationships #relationship #backup #backup friend #unwanted #poetry #sad poetry #sad post #bleeding heart #crying #tears #sad poem #poem #short poem #short poetry #poemsbyme #poems on tumblr #my poem

[sfsolstice]

i beg god to rewind the tape, and rewind the tape, and rewind the tape, and rewind the tape, and rewind the tape and rewind the tape and rewind the tape and rewind and rewind and rewind and

#spilled thoughts #poetry #poem #original poem #sfsolstice #is it poetry if its just my heart bleeding everywhere