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sofiaflorina2021 · 6 months
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From the book "Solitaire" (2014) by Alice Oseman. You know, I prefer to be a linguist than a poet.
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cosmicbirch8 · 1 month
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crystaletters · 8 months
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"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world".
— The song of Achilles by Madeline Miller.
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thepoeticshawty · 1 year
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Every inch of her is like a golden written verse of her fiery and glorious existence.
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the-sound-ofrain · 11 months
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I walked out of the house,
found a dime,
looked at the time,
"Oh dayum, it's 9",
Should I keep this? not the dime,
the rhyme,
Well, the poem's mine, so that's not a crime.
I did a toss,
Heads: I go to the coffee house first.
Tails: I take a bus and hear the screams of my boss.
Well, I slapped my head and uttered:"You think too much, Ross."
tip-toed to get a cappuccino,
ran to the shop across the street,
Ah ! the lady in white satin—
well, the dime was right,
*sighs again* Oh! gosh.
I sat at a table in front of her,
watching her satiny hands holding the spoon stir.
the waiter comes up and asks,
"what would you like to have, monsieur?"
I smiled and replied,
"what she's having, that's the thing I would prefer."
I waited,
but the hasty legs wouldn't stop playing clavier.
her lips enveloped around the edge of the cup.
with the bell of the church ringing in the background.
i felt god answer my prayer.
she raised her pupils while sipping,
my heartbeat joined the hasty legs
& sung a song about death stare.
She smiled, looking at me like a squirrel.
I made a move towards her in the midst of my inner quarrel.
She offered her hands,
My head bowed down in respect,
planted a kiss, revived chivalry.
after that, my lips all felt floral.
We exchanged names.
Ah,  the dreamy me,Ross weds Eurus.
she pinched me with a kiddish smile,
brought me back to reality,
I realised we were walking on the road,not the aisle.
I switched sides and started walking on the outer part.
she noticed the caring me & I said to myself,
"That's a good start."
she got scared and held my hands when a prankster screamed,
her fingers filled the gap between mine,
the way life keeps breathing under the shelter of art,
her open hairs being teased by winds,
the sun chasing her grim,
rest of the world cherishing the walking springs,
I felt like the luckiest man alive.
I won't lie;
I promised my mother to stay sober
but her eyes served espresso like the finest drink.
---apollo---
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thepixiewitch · 5 months
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~ Sigils ~
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©2023 H. M. Smith.
ʜᴍꜱᴍɪᴛʜᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ || ᴡᴏʀᴅᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ
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captainpirateface · 23 days
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I love crows, ravens, and blackbirds.
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This poem has always made me feel some kind of way.
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heart-songs · 8 months
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If poets were anything but human we would be
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all-encompassing yet seldom heard and less often seen
only remembered by those who have paused— felt the weight of our collective whispers and allowed themselves to be moved
- Cora Finch
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nemobookaholic · 5 months
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Do not go gentle into that good night ~Dylan Thomas
Just a quick piece of work. I love doing the angry writing with a touch of despair.
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faye-poems · 6 months
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Grief, on a Tuesday
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So many things may be subject to grief and often grief itself goes unnoticed. I was inspired to write this piece from random lines o jotted down while observing my own grief on a random Tuesday. It is haunting to imagine this is following me into eternity but comforting in a strange way; unwanted company is company all.the same.
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crystaletters · 9 months
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"I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give".
Sylvia Plath.
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paperskinspost · 1 year
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My Beloved, this torture and pain
by Abu-Said Abil-Kheir
English version by Vraje Abramian
Original Language Persian/Farsi
My Beloved, this torture and pain
I suffer because I am so addicted to Your Beauty.
People ask me whether I prefer Your
company to being in heaven.
Heedless fools, what would heaven itself mean
without the Friend's Presence?
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truemoonpoems · 2 years
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🌙💫🌙💫 Hey everyone I hope your liking my poems please like and share if you do thanks!!🌙 💫 🌙 💫
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thepixiewitch · 9 months
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~👉 𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 & 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 👈~
[A poetry collection that follows on from 'Love Notes: A Collection']
Instagram: @hmsmithpoet
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"Sometimes a light gets through and I remember how it was before..."
— Venice May 🎶
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A fitting lyric to describe a collection that threads together themes of love, ghosting and limerence.
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Seaside
We sat on seaside, wrapped in each other's arms,
I could feel his warmth
Obsessed with the sunset
I recalled the sunset, which put our relationship onset
That day and today, everything's changed, but not the love, which forever remained...
We sat on a seaside, waves coming towards us, washing our feets
This is the story of our every meet
Water takes away the sand under my feet
He holds my hand, tight and firm, and this repeats
We sat on a seaside, watching the sunset, wrapped in arms...
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