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env0writes · 7 months

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Umber Embers Vol.2, 9.19.23 “Observe Me"

As too the universe, observe me Serve me and chew me up as used meat Do me a favor and grade me on my flavor Watch how I writhe for you, like dancing Even flame will flicker in extinguished throes Shine on me all the brighter in orbit I love this song and dance we do My eyes fixed on you, yours on me Spiralize my thoughts, into your arms A place for any harm to strike with charm Watch me go, I’m yours, you know I’ll return Never fading, aiding and a’betting odds Know your petals, nursery rhymes Counting cards love me, love me not, Even this is rigged not to decay Were your orbit the same Drifting out of light, out of sight Out of reach, Observe me, changers of the night Growing from something small Such affections too chrysalize Atomize, itemize each affection Oh, how I bloom, blossom even Listening for another bang, a knock in the dark Gunshot in the park, Little less than catch and throes The years grow dizzy, Fuzzy even, mold grown on forgotten steaks How many midsummer mistakes? Chasing my vectored shadow Like the shadow of a flame Pulling everything inward As too the universe, a black hole fire Dying, building homes in hollowed out fathers’ chests Trying to figure how to fireproof a bridge Not to burn myself, A bridge to you, sturdy with wood or concrete Anything else that will endure; like my love for you Or steel Let me watch how you build It’s bound to be miserable work, Sending out starbound signals Hoping that a twinkle is in your eye Spreading that cosmic flame To body, heart, and soul

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agatheringofthreads · 1 year

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Pomegranate

The sky is pomegranate red at sunset.

A wayward cloud shaped like an arrow pierces the fruit and the juice drips secrets down into vessels, into valleys, into all the fields and oceans.

Clouds gather. Tides roll in. I watch from the shore, shifting with the sand, asking for my place in all of this.

The roots of trees respond to me:

Be honored. You are witness. You are watered by the storms you’ve weathered. You are lifted by the winds and you dance. You sing. You journey and return. You are pulsing, a complex system intertwining, yet a still and simple thing of nature. You are many things and many ways at many times and many places, and always through it all you are witness. There is nothing more precious you can be than that which you are.

I listen to the rustle of the wild blooms that sprout from my limbs and face and heart and everywhere, and I know that the roots speak true.

I gather the seedlings that the breeze plucks off my petals and onward, with an armful of hope, I flow.

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jscarrie · 10 months

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When it Rains in Connecticut

J.S. Carrie

There are frogs everywhere. They spring out from the cracks in logs, The bottoms of rivers And gunk-filled ponds, And raise their noses proudly to the sky.

If you have seen it, you will know How very small they are. How they can rest in just The crevice of your palm.

And if you’ve seen it, You will know that there are many. There are so, so many frogs here, in the country.

When it rains, and the air is cool, And the ground is softened From its usual harshness, and hotness, They surface out from somewhere to enjoy it.

Dozens- no, hundreds, Of tiny little people come together. They gather in bunches On the dark-paved roads, In tandem, tilt their heads up to the sky. Have you seen the way They close their tiny eyes? How peacefully, and fully, They enjoy it.

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poeticnorth · 7 months

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Happy Autumn Equinox! As is tradition, here is my annual Autumn poem

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!

I just released my Autumn themed ebook today as well! You can purchase it right here!

#north sea poet #poetry #my poetry #nico solheim-davidson #my own poetry #autumn #my poem #new p.s.#poetblr #autumn equinox #autumn is the best season #autumn is my favorite season #autumnal #autumnus

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whistling-dixon · 8 months

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You don’t have to die to haunt someone.

So know there are ghosts among us.

#poem #poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #new p.s.#writing

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krissiekarze · 8 months

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Horseless Carriages

It seemed like a good idea at the time,

Machines that would speed up our lives,

But on rivers of coal, they poisoned the air,

On the backs of a million souls every year.

-Krissie Alex

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sonreyes · 2 years

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the cold creaking floorboards create a path treaded by something not there following the sounds of sleeping and all the breaths lead it closer something from beyond is stalking the night birds stay quiet hung by the broken-neck tree even the wind hangs behind this thing as it silently screams at the foot of your bed don't sleep without locking your soul away

//stay quiet by: alec prado// //photo courtesy of: Neural Horror on Instagram//

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new-poets-society · 9 months

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When you sleep, when you are away; when you turn your back and turn away, I am quietly hurting, hiding the tears, the pain, the things that drive me insane. Im hurting really bad, but could you tell? Not at all, and I think we should keep it that way.

NPS

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souldustinverse · 1 year

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Since then I've learnt to

not only accept the unknown

but to even appreciate it

for all that with it might come:

Darkness doesn't fear me anymore.

Darkness is what I'm now opting for.

For only when no lantern's shining

one can see the stars in the sky.

And only when the sun is hiding,

behind the clouds that hang up high,

one can hope for rainbows appearing,

one can hope for better times.

Darkness teaches us not to lose faith

and instead finding hope in going our way,

knowing that even with eyes being swathed,

it's our own light that turns night into day.

All pictures taken from pixabay

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persephoneshellhounds · 2 years

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August

I name all of my lovers after months now and all roads lead to August and the Roman cities we’ve burned — how she walked on crumbling streets as I held the matches — this poem is a page for burning at its tip: a lone match, scalding — a firelit kiss but the flames have always been a hypnotic sight like a woman perched in your sunlit bed — her hair, red as flames licking my neck, red as love that bleeds on itself; it leaves a stain on pretty things.

Now her skin has silk sheets burning away like banners in a Roman cathedral, her half-breath kisses, dying — now embers, tainting my dress black where her lips had staked a claim. Now her touch is wildfire crawling on my skin and I am a wounded doe — waiting. waiting. waiting.

The only world I know burns to the ground before my very eyes and we are no phoenixes, darling; all we do is burn.

— Fray Narte | written September 6, 2021, first published in Love, Girls' 1st zine issue, SAGISAG

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mineowncreationizm · 10 months

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Silence

Rough Draft- Written 7/11/2023

I am learning

To hold space

For silence

I have spent

My whole life

Hardly breathing

Between words

My mind

Is never quiet

Sometimes

The clamor of thoughts

Is so deafening

It has to pour out

From my mouth-

My throat-

Lest I explode

From the pressure

But

I am not

The only one

With a noisy mind

To give them

Room to have a voice

I need to learn

To give them

The courtesy

Of silence

Not every minute

Second

Moment

Must be filled with words

Sometimes silence

Says more

Than my voice

Ever could

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env0writes · 7 months

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Umber Embers Vol.2, 9.18.23 “It's Bound To Work Out: Somehow"

Let each day have the opportunity To ruin it for itself No need for the days former To do that on for today Face each day with gumption Even as the days grow sad Pick a target, a focus, an assumption Even as the rain refuses to fall Breathe deep the air in your lungs Pump the blood through your veins Keep your goals in your mind No matter the pains Tomorrow’s problems can’t be afforded Well warded is today Full of opportunity to make or break Any lingering threads of thought; focus Yesterday’s woes are downstream Tomorrow’s round the bend Today has rapids paddling through Balance, wet and worried Paddle in hand, I’ll make it through To see what’s in store for me And you

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agatheringofthreads · 2 years

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Gather your scattered pieces. Lean them against one another and let the shape they make shelter you.

Not too much, for those wings you have are much too wide and eager to fly — but just enough to come home to.

Bring back the things you find and layer them over the foundation. This is how you will live inside yourself without becoming trapped there.

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jscarrie · 10 months

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Oh Please

J.S. Carrie

I look at trees, please, please. I look and wonder who else sees?

Why scorn for rhyming poetry, when both our skin has touched this breeze?

If you ask me... Tradition can be lovely.

Tradition can be growth, even when the growth is new. Red For Luck and Celtic Knot and Nesting Doll and Handshakes.

Do you prefer paved roads, or cobbled? We both will see. (So much-- and never enough to compare it.) There is music. So much music, I will never hear it all. Despite, with gall, and valiantly, I try. I look at trees, oh please, oh please. I ponder on them wisely. Legs burning from the run. arms heavy from the crates of china, shipping out. Fingers stiff from folding cranes, connecting with all I think of. Empathy, oh please, I look at trees. Oh please, please, please, I look at trees.

#twcpoetry #new p.s.#writerscreed #poetry #poetsandwriters #poem #writing #original poetry #free form poetry #writers and poets #new writers on tumblr #new poets on tumblr

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poeticnorth · 1 year

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New poem! New poem! New poem!

#north sea poet #poetry #my poetry #nico solheim-davidson #my own poetry #my poem #my own poem #new p.s.#sulis #sulis minerva #brittonic gods #brittonic polytheism #brittonic #britpol #brythonic gods #brythonic #brythonic polytheism #brythpol

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vitaminmeganthinks · 1 year

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I have several very colorful fill-in-the-blanks.

I am sure I do not need to provide a word bank, that can be left to your imagination.

Whatever verbiage you can muster to fill those spaces will undoubtedly be more merciful than anything that I could provide.

You've made it very clear that I am frigid and hopeless but without so much honesty.

Heartless niceties seemed to be your specialty.

What you called an observation, I called gaslighting, manipulation, deception.

Why do I continue to feel your grasp on me, even from 184 miles away?

How come I'm now 21 years old yet you still think I can't make my own decisions.

Why can't I find my own future if it doesn't adhere to your vision for me?

What if I don't want to have a life if you have to be there?

The funny part is that you don't even care.

You seem to think that the world revolves around you but you're wrong.

You're so wrong.

Wrong for teaching me that some people can't be trusted, even if they are the ones supposed to love you more than life.

Wrong for showing me that shit still hurts even if you had "good" intentions, whatever that means.

Wrong for allowing me to see that I will never be good enough for you, and in turn, good enough for me.

You've wronged me.

You've wronged me, and my sister, and my brother, and my cousin, and my friends, and my mother, and countless others.

You can do whatever you want, just don't drag me into it.

I'm done with putting up with your bullshit.

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