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poetryorchard · 3 months
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Join @nashira in her first writing workshop of the year on LIST POEMS! (this is my first time facilitating in 4 months 🥹💚 come write list poems with me?)
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fawnblooded · 4 months
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oh, can i call this unconditional? id like to. but the fractures in the earth beneath us run too close to where i stand. i’m sorry i put them there. i’m sorry you made them worse. i hate to think that this might always be a little bit broken.
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mimetolith · 1 year
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i dream of geese - a (free) magnet poetry zine
a messy little eight-page mini zine featuring four strange poems (written via magnet poetry kit and mini whiteboard) and four linocut illustrations. if you check it out, please reblog and let me know what you think! it means a lot to me :)
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lessdepth · 3 months
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so no easy salvation???
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I don’t know how to talk about these visions in the corner of my eye without also telling you of these dreams
the things that have happened before you that unreal time before time when fear still governed the body with no antidote
you hold me tight and how do I ask to be held even closer even tighter so as not to unravel during the long nights spent lying by your side sleepless listening to your breathing
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this pattern so familiar to me by now I could tap it through the wall like an enemy spy
pick it out of the long rows of white sheets as I have done each night
I trace the shape of your mouth with my eyes (never my hands I dare not disturb)
and find the shape of my own longing for easy salvation reflected there
what haunts you where I cannot follow?
I wish to hold your hand in every realm caress your tight brow and make it all better in this life and wherever I’ll find you afterwards.
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moonlightmused · 6 months
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I promised you a house of roses red,
But green envy had built walls high with thorn.
A key to my loves residence I’d sworn,
But bleeding heart who pricked itself instead
Made messes out of our sacred bed.
we held too tight to expectations worn;
love held too tight becomes a love to mourn.
the burning passion’s fire can quickly spread
and friction sparks a burning last collapse
of the roof under regret’s heavy weights.
We loved too much too brightly and perhaps
the Heat of worry melted rose gold gates.
The Roses wilted, black like coal they lied,
The house abandoned, our love has died. l
Context: I wrote a love poem several years ago about promising my love a house of a thousand roses. Color was a major motif. After heartbreak and years apart, I wanted to experiment with sonnets and this poem came about.
Iambic pentameter
Rhyme: abba abba cdcd ee
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poemsonmars · 1 year
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linger in the doorway
just a little longer
for me, my love.
i think i'm starting to remember
what happiness feels like.
-mars
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laikacore · 4 months
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Sometimes I catch myself talking like I did with you
I wanna hold my hand and say "you're not over just because we're through"
Most times when I dream of you, the pain fades when I wake
But I still want to tell you we were not a mistake
Who am I talking about now? Who do I still love?
Does it really matter? It's curled inside this dead dove
Something special happened to me when I was with you
Just because it ended up bad doesn't mean that isn't true
Untitled by laika wallace
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seramicdragon · 10 months
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Sense of self, I don't know who I am?
A boy who loves the color blue
Daisy chains, and morning dew
Raindrops in my hair, as I say that I love you
I'm not lost in the world, I'm lost in my mind
My souls made of cobwebs
Through and through
I love the world like a child witnessing cobwebs shining from spring dewdrops
That's one thing about me that will always be true
The clouds will never take away how I feel for you
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gothbuggs · 11 months
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You don’t know
Me
You look at me and only see my flaws
The mistakes she made
“It’s normal for girls your age
Nothing but a chemical imbalance, deep in your brain"
Hormones
It makes you sad to look at me: trust me, I'm not a fan
I’ll try my best to understand: I think you do, too
I hope you know I’m still that kid
Trying to help you
What do you think when I speak? Who’s sorrier when I cry
Him or I
I didn’t kill your little girl, but
I need her more than you
One day we’ll return, forgiven
Happy and pure
I've learned, and one day so will you
That the blood won’t wash the guilt away
I'm sorry for all the things I've done
Please forgive me, but it hurts me more
Then it hurts you
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am i projecting or does Arthur Rimbaud serve some autistic vibes?... i know a lot of us tend to go against the grain as well as be into BDSM... idk (might be something here... reading a book on him and of his complete works so you know i’ll get to a conclusion about it)
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anthonysperkins · 8 months
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The Orphic Trilogy dir. Jean Cocteau: Testament of Orpheus (1960) Orpheus (1950) The Blood of a Poet (1930)
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lizbean99 · 2 months
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you know why a lot of poets were tortured??? bc they were ga-
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mimetolith · 1 year
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"in the old world, before the body / awoke and ruptured, / you followed your father shirtless / through the yard, grass bloody knees, / one of the men in your small cowboy / boots and muddied hands."
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lessdepth · 18 days
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day one of escapril is finally here!!!
1.) change of state
driving off into the sunset, same old worries packed, but a change of scenery is still not to be underestimated,
nice to cry in a different supermarket once in awhile, new people to stare at you as you lose control of your body's tiny salt water sea.
if true change escapes you, you can try dragging your well-worn self around for a little longer opposite these new strangers until they too realise they've fallen for a fugitive.
yet another motel with the lights too bright and your neighbours fighting all night but drifting off, the cars on the highway almost sound like the soft lapping of the ocean around your feet in another state.
this long, long life and everywhere you go you already are, so what can you do but get back in the car
roll down the windows, listen to the crashing waves and how easily you disappear into the rushing noise all around you.
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papertowness · 5 months
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if i tell you about my favorite show and you WATCH IT ?? it’s gonna get till death do us part REAL quick
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