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elskanellis · 1 year

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This Moment

Eavan Boland A neighborhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting around fruit. But not yet. One tree is black. One window is yellow as butter. A woman leans down to catch a child who has run into her arms this moment. Stars rise. Moths flutter. Apples sweeten in the dark.

#eavan boland #poemay #Stars and moths. / And rinds slanting around fruit.#SLANTING god what a word to use here #poem #irish poetry #poetry

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env0writes · 2 years

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(Poe[M)ay] 5.23.2022 “Second Story Double Wide Mattress Pad”

Second story mattress pad Double wide Ostriched-tucked – hide Sound off, no alarm One, two, three, four,

Where was the warning? Brother, sister, why the fear? Why do we whisper, there are no children here? You think of dreams And act on worries What is the hurry? To vacate, to vacation, to voyage beyond?

The space outside our double-wide second story mattress pad Everything we had Scattered across the floor Of tomorrow, we were not so sure

The prairie scratched thunderheads Hammered out thunderbolts To weather in crawlspaces School drills had not drilled This bullet point into my head Unlike the rolling thunder outside

Bright red flash of panic It isn’t the Fourth of July yet But the lights and sounds Are there Taunting me out past the front porch

If only I could step out from behind The double-wide second story mattress pad I am held back by my sister, brother, sister Where have my parents gone? Silence and shouts Blue and red light Like playing with the light switch Something sparks Gone wrong

Spring screams Bottlecap streamers Jumps and jitters Sweat melts me like ice-cream truck popsicles I am afraid I will slip down the storm drain The boys in blue, flash crimson, dripping With thunder and fire and smoke in their eyes

There are no children here, Behind the double-wide second story mattress pad Waiting for the next cornfield cosmic bowling match That the gods so enjoy in the sky Wait a little bit longer, And the fireworks will go boom, just the same

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victormalonso · 6 months

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praise of tenderness [sad words for kxxxxx ❤] ph. and words by víctor m. alonso

[I am trapped in the spider web of your silence; a maritime fabric, a nocturnal labyrinth, an unknown sea. I only dream waves of silence, slow waves, stopped in the time of your eyes, drifting from the cosmic space of feeling;]

#photographers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #víctor m. alonso #vimalsu999 #isla negra #praise of tenderness #sad words #k #love poem #love #love poemay way #friendship

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pommecita · 5 months

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env0 · 1 year

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I posted 21,555 times in 2022

1,289 posts created (6%)

20,266 posts reblogged (94%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Slumberland was really enjoyable because it dealt so fascinatingly with loss. Loss of innocence seen both as a child and as an adult. Fear, in all the ways we deal with loss. Cutting ourselves off from the world, diving into darker or deeper aspects of ourselves. It also showed healing in a way that is rooted in love. We never truly lose the ones we lost, because we loved them. How can we use that love to heal ourselves and others. Sometimes healing is reaching out to someone reaching out to us. Nemo’s uncle admits nonstop he’s terrible at feelings and kids, but he tries and tries and tries to connect with this girl, who is so desperate to see her father again, and knows of a magical world adults would never believe. But it is all real.

Dreams aren’t what we want, but what we need. Sometimes safe. Sometimes thrilling.But most of all, loved.

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Okay I went back to take the Dobby Gucci advertisement shot...

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My #1 post of 2022

EXU: Calamity said love is the strongest force in the cosmos. That we break and make the world for those we love. That we will ruin ourselves or become our best selves, or both with and through the power of love. That even amidst grief and tragedy there is always a thread of hope pulling everyone through towards that tomorrow. That dreaded, hopeful, destined morning.

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josepomez · 3 years

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¿La peor vida?

¿La peor vida? ¿La peor vida? ¿Por muy mala que seaes preferibleal mejor de los sueños? Sigue estancaday no ha sido muy buenaúltimamenteapenas sobrevive. Entre las floresla madurez se pierdeserena avanzaprobablemente helada. Pisando el poemay aceptando el avancese acorta el largode las decisiones. Amplias sarcásticaslas calificacionescontentan a su públicopese a los males. Se ríe el ríode…

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messieral · 5 years

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Laura, tu nombre, en si mismo, es el poema y la bendición de haberte conocido mi fortaleza. #Messieral #Poesía #Poema #Wordpress Laura,tu nombre, en si mismo, es el poemay la bendición de haberte conocido mi fortaleza.

#2019 #Enero #Featured #Laura #Messieral #Oma #Poema #Poesía #Wordpress

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herancasparaoano3000 · 5 years

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POEMAI§

Escrevo meus poemas aos trancos tamancos & barrancos

Entre saltos assaltos solavancos

Com o punho os arranho sobre o papel

Do coração os arranco com fel

Já mais nada espero em tudo me espelho por tudo desespero

Hoje todos são poetas -dizem- Tudo é poesia -mijem-

Procuro o objeto mais raro mais obscuro

A palavra ainda virgem A frase que me atinge

O poema que carregue todos dissabores que agregue todos os sabores que congregue todos os valores

Tenho tantos medos quanto dedos

que estes me faltem pra segurar a caneta que me fala

O sorriso pra assegurar a careta que me cala

De que quando morra não me aceite em minha última morada

Nem o capeta!

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essaysdean-blog · 7 years

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Poemay certainlybe considered as the narrator who visits Rod

Poemay certainlybe considered as the narrator who visits Roderick Usher in “The Fall of the House of Usher.” For, in this Gothic horror tale, the narrator is Poe’s vehicle for creating the tone through his use of the “arabesque,” the ornate prose that creates turns and twists in the plot. Indeed, there are many melodramatic exaggerations employed to create the initial mood of the exposition. For…

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elskanellis · 1 year

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Hedgehog

Paul Muldoon The snail moves like a Hovercraft, held up by a Rubber cushion of itself, Sharing its secret With the hedgehog. The hedgehog Shares its secret with no one. We say, Hedgehog, come out Of yourself and we will love you. We mean no harm. We want Only to listen to what You have to say. We want Your answers to our questions. The hedgehog gives nothing Away, keeping itself to itself. We wonder what a hedgehog Has to hide, why it so distrusts. We forget the god Under this crown of thorns. We forget that never again Will a god trust in the world.

#paul muldoon #hedgehog #poemay #irish poetry #nature poetry #poetry #poem

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elskanellis · 1 year

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Poem About Both of Us

Freya Daly Sadgrove You have these little nubs of bone on the tops of your shoulders they always make me think you are in danger the way they announce their vulnerability but you go around anyway you go outside and I think you are so brave. There is a piece of your body that appears when you are sleeping it is between your spine and shoulder blade it is a patch of skin that gives a bit so I can put the side of my face in it and that's one of the softest parts of you. On one side of your face the hairs grow in a spiral pattern and I always get especially amazed by their quiet announcement that says what a piece of nature you are. The end of your thumb is blunt and your nail ends before your thumb does and that is different to what mine does and I think it's important to notice the small ways in which we may distinguish ourselves from one another.

#poemay #freya daly sadgrove #there is a kind of new confessional poetry that just hits me right in the gut every time and i'm in jealous but happy awe about it #for poemay i missed a bunch of days but will try to make it up now #poetry #poem

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elskanellis · 1 year

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The Heaven of Animals

James Dickey Here they are. The soft eyes open. If they have lived in a wood It is a wood. If they have lived on plains It is grass rolling Under their feet forever. Having no souls, they have come, Anyway, beyond their knowing. Their instincts wholly bloom And they rise. The soft eyes open. To match them, the landscape flowers, Outdoing, desperately Outdoing what is required: The richest wood, The deepest field. For some of these, It could not be the place It is, without blood. These hunt, as they have done, But with claws and teeth grown perfect, More deadly than they can believe. They stalk more silently, And crouch on the limbs of trees, And their descent Upon the bright backs of their prey May take years In a sovereign floating of joy. And those that are hunted Know this as their life, Their reward: to walk Under such trees in full knowledge Of what is in glory above them, And to feel no fear, But acceptance, compliance. Fulfilling themselves without pain At the cycle’s center, They tremble, they walk Under the tree, They fall, they are torn, They rise, they walk again.

I had meant to post daily poems during April, for National Poetry Month, but then I didn't, and then it occurred to me that I could post daily poems any time it pleased me to do so, and POEMay was born. I'm still working on the typography for that one. Credit to @oflights for the cute name. Anyway today I was wondering about the possibility of endlings having an afterlife and if they would get their own or if they would after-live with other beings as well, and then I remembered this poem exists.

#the heaven of animals #james dickey #poemay #poetry

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env0writes · 2 years

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(Poe[M)ay] 5.22.2022 “Good Things To Live By”

Enjoy the sugar rush, Even the little lick of licorice Scooped icing off the birthday cake box Even when it is not your celebration You have earned it? Haven’t you? It isn’t bragging, if it’s true That you Have been good, doing good In your little ways Sorted, sifted plastics Waiting by the door A moment longer than necessary Just to let the next person in after Being well; doing well Passing each kindness like a highly wanted gift In an unwanted manner onto the next And the next And the next kindness forward Enjoy the rush

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env0writes · 2 years

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(Poe[M)ay] 5.5.2022 “Mass Anxiety”

Father o’ Father You escape your knuckle-rapped punishment No Dialed pain to wash your hands with Passing over taste buds Unbaptized vocabularies shelved next to Dust caked dictionaries, Bibles, and out-of-date manuals

O’ Father dear, Did you not hear the yelps From the whelps, belting out below? Badminton rackets make a racket Clattering to the linoleum floors Left red behind, hiding in the storage garage With covered ears to blot the blaring car-horns

Father O’ The moments opportune, The kerosene spilled in the soles of shoes Dripping for miles, trudged with fury All through downtown To the overpass freeway Between oncoming and outgoing traffic Till the bottoms fall out Still red, Flush with the Blood of Christ As you are in my dreams Shared from cabinet-hiding siblings, Shouted from the stairwell

Father dearest, You took your Bible study well And sacrificed a child To retain your power of belief My voice grows weary of boiling Heated by your words, your deeds Enduring within is the place where you should Could have been Where I had to stumble myself Finding faith in the worlds of farther father O’ Father

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env0writes · 2 years

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(Poe[M)ay] 5.4.2022 “The Reason I Wear Earplugs To Bed”

You haunt the corridors of my consciousness Carried with me, house to house A specter of spite Expected, like the monster in my closet Closest to my soles, shattering sense of safety Broken toes, loose from sheets Scratched by the one beneath the bed You pass rifle through each file cabinet Leaving doors ajar So that each thought Drifts

Carried away and brought to you Flashing in the back of my eyes Saving sapience like a screen saver Alleviating my mental capacity Like a maypole in May, Thoughts come crashing back to you You habitually inhabit me You bitch

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env0writes · 2 years

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[Poe(M]ay) 5.3.2022 “Outlying Thrills”

I grew up in a city with a shadow cast Bloody fingers that clawed at me from the past And I try not to drown in the waters near Passerby's come and watch, standing on the pier

In a town in the pit of idolatry Hedged rows fresh and green are all that I see All the cash that is cleaned, steamed to a mint Where it’s from, or it goes, not a single hint

From the metro, the retro hand-me-downs Funny money plastics buying all the paper crowns I’m neighbor to the settlement, no mal-intent A bespeckled spectacle hardly worth a cent

For a town with its homes built by businessmen Not a family in sight moving in again Ear to the rail, hear the wail of the coming train Thumb in the air, life ain't fair, not doing this again

All the lights shining down from the tenements Gospel bright for the fights, hopeless testaments And I’m desperate to reach out the ongoing sprawl What I wouldn’t have lost to be in a full mall Back when the world had the wherewithal

I grew up in a city with a shadow cast How the hell could we think that all this would last?

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