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soulinkpoetry · 1 month
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Music and poetry touches the sensitive souls. The ones who feel a lot, who love a lot, the ones who get hurt easily.
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Happy Poetry Day 🖋️📖
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mgdlnkrn · 1 month
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Your best work of art will be the one loved by the least people. But those few that understand it will love it more than you do.
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gemsofgreece · 1 month
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Ὅλα πατρίδα μας! Κι αὐτὰ κι ἐκεῖνα,
καὶ κάτι πού ῾χουμε μὲς τὴν καρδιὰ
καὶ λάμπει ἀθώρητο σὰν ἥλιου ἀχτίνα
καὶ κράζει μέσα μας.
- Απόσπασμα από το ποίημα του Ιωάννη Πολέμη (1862 - 1924) «Τι είναι η πατρίδα μας»
They are all our fatherland! These and those,
and something more we keep in our hearts
and shines invisible like a beam from the sun,
and it’s crying within us.
- Excerpt from Ioannis Polemis’s (1862 - 1924) poem “What Is Our Fatherland”
Making this post in light of the International Poetry Day. This poem is specifically about Greece but I chose this verse because I liked its sound and the imagery it created and I hoped it could resonate with all people for what they consider their own fatherland or simply home. ❤️
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Poetry Day
The 21st, the Day of Thor.
Grab a sheet before it yores.
Scribble rhythms, scribble rhymes.
Today poets have their time.
Write some pieces. Short or long.
Hear the muses sing their songs.
Sow flowers of words on snow white lawns.
Build monuments more lasting than bronze.
Grow your words as strong as trees.
‘Tis the Day of Poetry.
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littlequeenies · 1 year
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Happy #WorldPoetryDay! We have a couple of perfect videos to celebrate the day: one on the word Poetry…
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…and the other on the word Verse:
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You know what? Today is poetry day, apparently, so have at it you filthy animals 💛
"03-16-23"
There is a secret to the story
of a woman haunted by
her past.
In a world where she is to be the cooperative lover or ferocious shrew,
she chooses to run away.
Run away into the haze of visages and spirits, keeping to the corner of her room
as her memories play out in an open space.
This is what it is to be a woman.
Don't I look pretty, weeping in silence?
Don't I seem lovely, living in my hysteria?
Do you get anxious, seeing my relief?
Knowing that I'm not yours
to seek or to keep?
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ravenwordss · 1 year
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It's not just me, right?
Bubbles drifting across the blue, blue sky My inner child has awoken Blissful serenity shields me for fleeting moments And though I must be Responsible Mature Docile The hurrying rush of life does not penetrate My calmness Innocence Peacefulness
Laughing children run past with their parents, unaware Of the cruel, beautiful world around them And I see a flash Just for a moment Of my younger self
It’s not just me… Right?
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toulosersblog · 1 year
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To the boy, who made me found my tunes,
who said that he sees a gravity in me,
who told me that I deserve everything,
Who made me pick up my dusty guitar and sing for him,
I sometimes wish I was the one you think about everyday,
As now you are just a memory of a warm may,
About which I smile, thinking about it in every few days,
To the boy, whom I was afraid to love,
Whom I never touched,
Who made me understand what was comfort,
Who made me doubt, maybe I deserve the world?
Thanks
~ m.
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directoro · 1 year
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Flyer Design for Palette & Poetry in Philadelphia. www.paletteandpoetry.com 
2023 
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fruitfulodyssey · 2 years
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The shadows on the walls lay bare
with my afflictions painted clear,
Who dares stare in the eyes
Of the abyss & look away unscathed?
Not I...
My weary gaze allured by a broken frame
Drowning in stygian clouds, a lost domain,
Who has the audacity to free
the unknown & keep sane?
Not I...
Yet I've endured the scars
& found beauty in the madness,
Just to find myself in still waters
Wondering the plain of immortals.
For flesh fades but my spirit is eternal
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alisonoliverbr · 2 years
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Alison leu o poema 'Time Passing' da Clare Dwyer Hogg para o Poetry Day Ireland. O evento aconteceu no dia 28 de Maio.
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months
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twistedlybroken · 2 months
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Please help my grandpa fight cancer by sharing or donating thank you ❤🙏
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gildedbearediting · 1 month
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World Poetry Day
Another day, another thing to celebrate. March 21 is World Poetry Day, and with that in mind, I’d like to take a look at poets and poetry. While I could talk at length about William Shakespeare or William Butler Yates, I’d rather search through other voices. Voices like Matsuo Bashō, Edwin Arlington Robinson, Elizabeth Bishop, Sara Teasdale, and Gabriela Mistral. Matuso Bashō was one of the…
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littlequeenies · 1 year
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Poem by Stormy Lee Rollins about Demri, Layne, Mike Starr, and all her friends gone too soon (Source).
Happy World Poetry Day - follow the tags for more old entries about Demri's inspiration in poems.
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