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lifeinpoetry · 9 months
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I couldn't find the old post I had on this so I could reblog so here's a new reminder of the Internet Archive account I use to list poetry collections and poetry-related nonfiction available on the Internet Archive for free.
I favorited another bunch of poetry collections today.
There are 3,559 books listed as of this morning.
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freyaswriting · 1 year
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Calm by me, first published in Take Care zine
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thejournalofveronica · 2 months
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My boyfriend holds my head
Just like my mom holds the dog's
"Spit" they say.
"Spit".. they argue, when both of us
Won't let their mouth open
Won't let "the thing" out.
My boyfriend and my mom
Are smart enough to know
That "the thing"
Will eat us from the inside
They know,
It's not healthy to digest
Whatever it is we're holding
But I can't.
I say "I can't"
It's like a fish bone
Stuck in my throat
I cough
And still,
It won't come out,
Not when I intend to.
I get tongue-tied
I once heard the metaphor
"Like speaking while
eating a nougat"
This feels like it.
And i know it
I just do
That if I let it out
I cannot swipe it easily away
I wouldn't just take it
And throw it behind my back
It would linger
I would toy with it between my fingers
And reminisce about it
I wouldn't forgive
The reason
I had to let it out for.
Unlike the dog,
And most people I know,
I don't feel better when
I let it out.
And I don't know
What to do about that.
.
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living-dead-girl515 · 6 months
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Wasted years, all these wasted years
Wasting my breath and crying tears
You stole my youth and wore me down
Time after time sure I would drown
I tried and tried to leave you be
But no matter how much I begged
You would never just set me free
I fought my way out, tooth and nail
Without a cent I blazed a new trail
So sure I'd never make it, if you took it all
How does it feel, to see me standing tall?
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pouringrainpoems · 2 months
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Anyone want me to write a poem for them? Give me a prompt and I'll get back to you :)
I want to work on my writing skills ✍️
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alhyastarain · 4 months
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Withering stars in the night
The sun is you, the moon is I You came to shine into my eyes But when the dark comes into your mind Am I the brightness of your night?
"Love, darling, come; take my hand- I will love you always, up 'til the end of times" You say and you promise, but in my eyes I cannot trust, my heart filled with scars
So when you say, let's dance among the stars I can't tell the truth to your shining, hopeful eyes There's nothing left, I just wanna run Somewhere I can be myself, noone left to trust
"Go away," I say, "don't ask me to be your light" I have been broken far too many times Fairytales don't come true, and you cannot ask For me to give you something I lack
You don't understand (neither do I), I feel so hopeless, lonely inside Scream and shout, let it all out There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide And I no longer believe I won't be left behind
Made by Alhya Starain - Do not plagiarize
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painfully-15 · 3 months
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Take it out on you
My dad was angry
Now he’s not
I feel he gave it to me
I’m so hot headed
I yell and I fight
Then I feel bad and cry
When you develop in a angry environment
You’re always an angry person
He used to yelled so loud, it’s knock the wind from my lungs
And I’m just now getting the breath to yell back
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moonybeldevere · 4 months
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It still hurt when you prayed and chanted in front of me, like I was the bad guy, the devil.
You called your god's name over and over in front of me, your eyes tightly shut so you couldn't see me.
Anger bloomed inside me. At its core, pain and betrayal.
You were supposed to love me.
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i-indigo · 6 months
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Your heartbeat is my anthem
And your breathing the prayer under the flag
Iara's Nation
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poetryhehehe · 5 months
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One of my poems
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solaristblue · 1 month
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and, god, do i
miss him.
Is this my punishment—
To miss him terribly so?
Is it my sin to have loved him dearly;
To have given my heart so willingly?
Sin, it is, I knew.
But if it is,
why does my heart long for him?
Is it just in my human nature
to want someone I shant?
Oh, dear god, do tell—
Why is it wrong when he soothes
the devil within me?
The devil that desires my death,
My own devil that I've carried for years;
The devil I had to suppress all on my own.
Now that knight-in-shining armour is here,
Why is it so wrong to want to
hold onto him so desperately—
for I have spent my life searching for him,
and for him, I will continue to do so.
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lifeinpoetry · 1 year
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Free/Inexpensive/Small Press (Mostly Poetry) Books (2022/11/14)
Free Ebooks
From A to Z by Etel Adnan
A Spell for Living by Keisha-Gaye Anderson
This Body I Have Tried to Write by Ja’net Danielo
Criptiques, ed. Caitlin Wood
The Awful Truth by Diana Hamilton
Okay, Okay by Diana Hamilton
for the joy of it by anaïs peterson
Machete Moon by Arielle Cottingham
Dela Torre by Dani Putney
FeralScape by Michelle Detorie
Pay-What-You-Can Ebooks
Gay, Black, and Non-Binary Is by Prince Bush
sour milk by natali celeste tautou
Cisness or Pleasure by Alice Stoehr
What About the Rest of Your Life by Sung Yim
Prone to Separation by Mariel Fechik & Taylor Yocom
Inexpensive Ebooks
<personal fashion> by Sara Matson
Wikipedia Apocalyptica by Steven D. Schroeder
Seagull (Thinking of You) by Tina Satter
DEEP ELLUM by Brandon Hobson
Gravity by Ari Lohr
Agender Daydreams by Thokozani Mbwana
Drifting Bottles by Arden Hunter
PLACES by Charlie D’Aniello
From This Soil by Casey Bailey
DADDY ISSUES by Sal Kang
Stranger in the Pen by Mohamed Asem
The End, by Anna by A. Light Zachary
The Life of the Party Is Harder to Find Until You're the Last one Around by Adrian Sobol
Is God Is by Aleshea Harris
Brief Chronicle, Books 6-8 by Agnes Borinsky
Borrow/Read Online
BEHIND TEETH by Emily Brandt
Small Press Ebooks (not on Amazon/Kobo/etc.)
Faltas: Letters to Everyone in My Hometown Who Isn't My Rapist by Cecilia Gentili
gospel of regicide by Eunsong Kim
Beast Meridian by Vanessa Angélica Villarreal
You Da One (2nd edition) by Jennif(f)er Tamayo
These Days of Candy by Manuel Paul López
Indictus by Natalie Eilbert
Transgressive Circulation: Essays on Translation by Johannes Göransson
GeNtry!fication: or the scene of the crime by Chaun Webster
Slim Confessions by Sarah Minor
[SQUELCH PROCEDURES] by MLA Chernoff
claus and the scorpion by Lara Dopazo Ruibal, tr. Laura Cesarco Eglin
Objects from April and May by Zena Agha
an identity polyptych by Tameca L Coleman
Free Audiobooks
preparatory school for the end of the world by nat raum
Small Press Audiobooks (not on Amazon/Kobo/etc.)
Porn Carnival: Paradise Edition by Rachel Rabbit White (also includes PDF)
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freyaswriting · 1 year
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I am a beautiful gilt sword refusing to be pulled from the stone like a fucking idiot. I am willing to say something so egregiously dumb that I naturally decompose. And if I am wrong you can cremate me in a honey glaze. You can’t stop me, cringe is out, it’s earnest now. I’m dancing on the fucking table, I’m gonna run down hill and get hit by a bike! I’m going to throw out accidentally covering up how I feel and eat a big praise sandwich until I am full and completely round like those ancient German hogs.
I am enjoying myself. I like mahogany and dogs in jumpers. the thought of logging wood, and primary colours. I will roll up a pair of knickers so they look like a croissant, wear cheap black lipstick and send smoke signals for everyone to come to my party. I will let myself be as excited as the shops on Christmas eve, relish everything that is good and pointless.
And if I eat shit then so be it.
And If I Eat Shit Then So Be It by me, first published on fgrlsclub
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thejournalofveronica · 9 months
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God I hate writers, they're so dramatic.
They'll take their misery
And transform it into art.
They'll use their sadness as an ingredient
in every recipe.
And thy will all taste great.
They will use you as their material
And you would not be able to object.
Because they have used you when things were nice too.
They'll say you're their inspiration
And it will seem romantic
But it isn't.
They'll lead you on with their writing
Let you sympathise
And feel things
When they're not even sad anymore.
They do the best they can
With what they feel
And sometimes
A person only has to
Feel
.
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apricotcat · 2 years
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The love of my life
The dream of one kind
He has no face or mind
But in my imagination he thrives
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edmond-monet · 3 months
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we mourn the empirical fastenings
of those who came before
most now dead and buried in swill;
beheaded
as they had their time, so shall I
as they loved, so shall I
as they died in a thousand ways,
fractals spinning through space
through the human mind
eternally soaring in mist and
touching heaven for but a moment
before all, all is lost
and down they fall into the black
window of obscurity;
so shall I.
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