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llovelymoonn · 8 months

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favourite poems of august

marge piercy circles on the water: selected poems of marge piercy: "for the young who want to"

marilyn chin fruit études

lisa olstein radio crackling, radio gone: "the hypnotist's daughter"

elizabeth willis address: "the witch"

jana prikryl the after party: "to tell of bodies changed"

diane seuss backyard song

alison c. rollings original [sin]

gerard malanga cornelius...cornelius gurlitt

todd boss rocket

beyza ozer to summarise a galaxy

john foy night vision: "woods"

clodagh beresford dunne ford galaxy

dorianne laux smoke: "heart"

anthony madrid like a cloud above the ravine

pascale petit swamp deer

frank o'hara maurice ravel

adonis selected poems: "desert" (tr. khaled mattawa)

sonja johanson three deer in oquossoc

melissa stein terrible blooms: "lemon and cedar"

w. s. di piero having my cards read

thomas hoagland bible study

peter campion big avalanche ravine

alberto ríos the smallest muscle in the human body: "rabbits and fire"

lena khalaf tuffaha water & salt: "mountain, stone"

josephine miles desert

jeanne murray walker invocation to convince a baby already more than twelve days overdue to come out of the womb

andrew hudgins the imagined copperhead

robert carr stargazing while sedated

mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: "blood soup"

jack collom red car goes by: selected poems 1955-2000: "bald eagle count"

mahmoud darwish to a young poet (tr. fady joudah)

kofi

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wedarkacademia · 2 years

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– Susan Sontag

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morepeachyogurt · 2 years

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chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’

#chen chen #when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities #poetry #poems #quotes #exerpts #words #1k #5k #10k #15k #30k

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sasperine · 1 month

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who wrote the wikipedia descriptions for catullus's poetry

#tag yourself lmao #it should also be noted that wikipedia lists the recipients of each of the poems and four separate poems are addressed simply to “cock”#catullus was one of the first writers i translated in latin and oml what an introduction #tagamemnon #catullus

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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months

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Chen Chen "Elegy;" When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // art: uknown quote: Fyodor Dostoeyevsky The Brothers Karamazov // Bianca Sparacino // Ursula Le Guin "Dragonfly;" Tales from Earthsea // pinterest // Honey Boy (2019) dir. Alma Har'el // @wuntrum

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flowercrowngods · 1 month

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It's unreal. The light is streaming in through the windows, the curtains still drawn to block out the midday heat, tinging their living room in golden hues that match so well with the light grey fabric of their new sofa.

Eddie should probably snap out of it and head over to the windows, open the curtains and let the light in, and with it the warmth and fresh air of a surprisingly wonderful day.

It's March, he hears the echoes of Steve's giddy voice a week or two ago. Everything's better in March.

Eddie didn't agree then, and he's not sure he agrees now, but he must admit there is something magical about this moment.

Still he remains rooted to the spot, leather jacket heavy on his shoulders, his hands hidden in the sleeves of it, just in case this really is a dream. Just in case someone will come in and snap him out of it, take away their couch and leave an eviction notice.

It's dumb. But Eddie doesn't deal well with things that are unreal. Things that he knows aren't meant for him. Things that he knows he only gets in this one play-through of his life, while millions of other Eddie Munsons are out there in parallel universes who never get to even lay eyes upon a couch this nice. Let alone buy it. From their own real adult money.

It's a corner sofa, the fabric light grey, and he remembers it being harder than it looks. Solid. Just perfect for both their fucked up backs, scar tissue pulling if they sit wrong for too long, phantom pain and muscle aches coming in hot when all they want is to just relax and enjoy a lazy evening.

Eddie bites his lip, trailing his eyes along the pristine fabric, the pillows lining the back of it, the flawless stitches keeping everything in shape.

They have a couch now. A sofa.

It's so fucking unreal.

He drops to the floor right then and there, sitting with his back against the wall, and never once taking his eyes off their sofa. It feels important to look at it for a while. It feels important to wait for Steve. It feels... It feels like maybe he'll ruin everything if he goes and sits on it now.

And it feels really fucking big.

At some point he hears the front door opening, their lock going so smoothly now that Steve fixed it with some graphite, and the sound makes Eddie smile. That's another thing that's unreal. The key barely making any noise, the lock not rattling, the door not creaking and cracking. Eddie pulls a strand of hair between his lips, the smile feeling too silly for this room, for this home, for everything he gets to have now.

For all the tiny things that matter now. All the tiny things he gets to have, turning the key's smooth slide into an allegory of everything he ever wanted but never dared to hope for.

The slide of curtains, the click-click-click of the window handle being turned to let the air in. The breeze of fresh spring air dancing around his nose.

It's all a little much. It's so fucking addicting.

And then Steve. Socked feet coming to a stop beside him, a hand landing in his hair, a voice that's so endlessly warm and fond and maybe a little worried sounding from above him, "Hi, angel."

"Hi," Eddie says, tearing his eyes away from their couch to meet Steve's. The sunlight from the windows hugs him, making him glow. Eddie smiles. He smiles and smiles and never wants to stop.

Steve hums as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and Eddie weaves his arm through Steve's legs, holding onto his knee.

Everything feels a little less silly now. Like every time Steve doesn't question his little moments of sitting on the floor and just staring at things.

"We have a couch now," Eddie says, because it feels important to point out. Because Steve isn't looking at it.

"We do," he hums. "I got the call earlier. Thanks for helping with that, baby."

Eddie nods again, leaning his cheek against Steve's knee and trailing the couch again with his eyes. It looks brighter now that the curtains don't turn the room into something out of a sepia-type movie anymore.

Steve's hands comb through his hair, massaging his scalp a little with his nails. It's nice. It's warm. It's pretty.

And it's so unreal.

"I'm twenty-four," Eddie says then, and some part of him wants to carve that into the fabric. He won't. But maybe he should carve it somewhere else. "And I own a couch. It's a little crazy."

Steve comes to sit down beside him, their shoulders pressed together and he links their hands, resting them in his lap after a brushes a kiss to Eddie's knuckles.

"Why's it crazy, angel?"

He shrugs, resting his head on Steve's shoulders and curling into his warmth some more.

"Most of my life I never thought either of those would happen, y'know."

Another hum, followed by another kiss to the crown of his head. Another smile.

"But you did it," Steve whispers. "You made it. And we've got a couch now."

"We've got a couch now."

Saying it out loud doesn't make it feel any realer. It only makes his heart race and his eyes prick.

"I love you," he says, finally looking away from pretty grey fabric to meet prettier hazel eyes. "I love you so much."

Steve leans in, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you. Thank you for buying a couch with me."

And it occurs to Eddie then that Steve understands him. Sitting there on the floor with him, hearing his words and listening to those unsaid, understanding Eddie on such a fundamental level that it should be scary. And it is, sometimes.

But he's not scared now. Because they have a couch. And they have pretty curtains that keep the light outside and still turn the room into something magical. And they have a lock that only needed a bit of graphite to let the keys glide smoothly.

And they have each other.

They stay on the floor until Steve's stomach growls, and they eat dinner with their backs against the couch and Eddie's feet in Steve's lap. They hold each other close after dinner, just breathing each other in as the breeze blows around them.

In the end, Eddie is the first to sit on the couch, with Steve standing between his legs and giving him a scalp massage in silence. In the end, Eddie buries his face in Steve's stomach to hide the tears, and Steve lets him.

Because this is real. And he gets to have this. They both do.

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#steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie #steve x eddie #listen i have a couch now and if you know me you know that i get really fucking emo about the tiniest things #i fixed my lock with graphite btw when i was blackout drunk. it still fills me with so much joy #sorry tag list gang idk what this is but it wanted out #i could write fics/poems/whatever about the most mundane things until the end of my days tbh so today we have: couch #dio words #dio's steddie ramblings #the hurt/comfort is implied like you'll catch it when you reflect on the words but most importantly this is healing. and comfort. and fluff #and so much love and understanding it makes me wanna throw up

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thoughtkick · 10 months

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Some words stay in your head long after theyre spoken.

Robin Roe; A List of Cages

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waitinqroom · 2 years

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we are breaking, because i am tender. mitski / on earth we’re briefly gorgeous - ocean vuong / umarmung - wilhelm list / augusten burroughs/ tenderness and love - joseph lorusso / soren - beabadobee/ wishbone - richard siken / waiting room - phoebe bridgers / anne magill

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votive · 1 year

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— Chen Chen, Ode to My Envy

excerpts from: When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

#poetry #art #literature #quotes #words #poem #dark academia #chen chen #when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities #votivum

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fuckingwhateverdude · 2 months

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2.27.24

#does anyone understand this at all #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #spilled ink #vent writing #fathers and daughters #nostalgic #toxic nostalgia #memory #on memory #lists #list poem #blackout poem #blackout poetry #childhood nostalgia

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trickstersaint · 6 months

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in which you are seven years old and trying to dislodge the chunk of apple in your throat // october 22 2023

#hiiiiiiiii new catholicism poem. who out there is feeling mentally ill tonight #thinking about the list of sins that a child could commit that they gave to us before our first communions #poems about religion #poetry #catholic guilt #i should have a tag for the guilt poems specifically. maybe #this one and the lady macbeth poem are siblings. brother and sister (adam + lady macbeth)#poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #poem #poetsandwriters #original poetry #original poem #ex catholic #did NOT proofread this one lmao you're just gonna have to take it as it is

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llovelymoonn · 6 months

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favourite poems of october

alfred starr a dark dreambox of another kind: the poems of alfred starr: "didn't you ever search for another star?

stephen spender new collected poems: "auden's funeral"

marianne boruch keats is coughing

noa micaela fields zoeglossia: poem of the week, may 17, 2021: "echolalia"

kevin young diptych

richard siken real estate

crisosto apache kúghą/home

mikko harvey for m

nathan hoks nests in air: "the barbed wire nest"

john a. holmes noon waking

crisosto apache 37 common characterisi(x)s of a displaced indian with a learning disability

oliver de la paz requiem for the orchard: "at the time of my birth"

zhang xun jiangnan song (tr. bijaan noormohamed)

paul violi fracas: "extenuating circumstances"

tianru wang after "yellow crane tower"

lloyd schwartz cairo traffic: "nostalgia (the lake at night)"

kamiko han the narrow road to the interior: "the orient"

rigoberto gonzalez unpeopled eden: "unpeopled eden"

adelaide crapsey verse: "to the dead in the graveyard underneath my window"

chester kallman night music

alan shapiro covenant: "covenant"

tom clark light and shade: new and selected poems: "radio"

tc tolbert my melissa,

charlie smith in praise of regret

carolyn kizer cool, calm, and collected: poems 1960-2000: "fanny"

julie sheehan orient point: "hate poem"

arthur sze the redshifting web: poems 1970-1998: "streamers"

joumana altallal everything here...in the voice of tara fares

abid b al-abras last simile

w.s. merwin to lingering regrets

george scarbrough music

shout me a coffee

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lena-oleanderson · 2 months

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god - collected writings

from: side wounds | precious wound | stay away | against such things there is no law | shooting star

#web weaving #god #poetry #religious imagery #religious themes #on faith #queer poets #poems #prose #quotes #words words words #lena's poetry archives #also technically #lena's fanfic archives #good omens #somehow this isn't even close to a conclusive list

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peakogreen · 7 months

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October 2023 Prompts

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1. before I drown

2. invisible shapes

3. tunnel to tomorrow

4. in the fibres of

5. clouds cover me

6. toes too timid

7. saddest slope

8. the water in my veins

9. pull me past the pain

10. stars of ginger

11. when flowers die

12. guarded by the gravity

13. cracked pearls

14. you insisted

15. love comes through

16. in the pocket of our friendship

17. such a wonderful will

18. forces of mystery

19. weak words

.•.peako green•.•

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Here are this month’s Peako Prompts.

Feel free to use them however & whenever you like :)

use any peako-related tags

#poetry #poem prompt #writing prompts #poetry prompts #prompts #prompt list #art #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #creative writing #poets on tumblr #original poetry #poets of tumblr #original

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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months

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TOMORROW BY TOGETHER 투모로우바이투게더 Can't You See Me? 세계가 불타버린 밤, 우린… / Chen Chen Nature Poem; When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities / I Origins (2014) dir. Mike Cahill (via @anamorphosis-and-isolate) / Christa Wolf Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / pinterest

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kings-speaks · 5 months

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LIST OF REASONS TO LIVE SAVED TO MY NOTES APP AT 3 A.M.

phone calls with friends

the sky when it rains

pumpkins

thunderstorms

crisp autumn days

patches of sunlight

patches of fur

gardening

mint tea

cats when they purr

trees in the summer

waking up from a dream

strangers

the lakeside

coffee with cream

cracks in the sidewalk

birds when they sing

everything

#list poem #my poetry #kings speaks #hopepunk

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