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zindagi-se-darte-ho · 9 months
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka
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Anne Sexton, Imitations of Drowning
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Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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slowfalter · 3 months
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The clouds are so close by today
Summer plums, half baked already
on their boughs
are begging to drip into our mouths
but the wind has lost its chime
today
All my teeth are trying to scream
I’m the dusty plastic plant
that you’re tired of watering
Look
Look at me like I can still breathe
Touch me as if I’m warm
Hold me as if I might be going somewhere,
someday
I want you to look at me
like that rare bird, who by chance, happened upon our hedge
that day
by chance I came across your face
in a crowd and it sang to me
at a frequency only I could hear
You
pluck my nerves like a harp
Let me shiver you
like the clouds when they’re so close
that we’re in them and you say
Look
Look at the clouds
there’s one shaped like you
as if you were a painting
by one of the old masters
Look
Look at you drifting
so beautifully away
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jaxxrabbie · 5 months
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I am a dog bearing its teeth and foaming at the mouth. I am a dog because I am scared. I am a dog because my leash is too tight and you’re too close. I am a dog because I don’t know how to unhinge my jaw after the first bite. I am a dog because I am scared. I am a dog because I don’t know how to be anything else. I am a dog because I can’t see through my fear and I don’t know who is helping me or wants to harm me. I am a dog because I am scared.
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nashira · 5 months
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"The Philippines is the 169th country with the highest suicide rate, with 2.2 suicides per 100,000 people."
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daisychaindaydreaming · 8 months
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choking growth
slow progress is still progress- that's what people keep telling me. i know there's truth in that, and i know they're just trying to help. so i bite my tongue behind gritted teeth and thank them as politely as i can. 
but it's been years of work and very little to show for it, in the long run. it's embarrassing, holding up hands made of greenery among fields of glorious florals. look, i say. look. i've accomplished something, finally. but then someone laughs; silly girl. ivy isn't a flower, no matter how prettily it can bloom. didn't you know it's just another weed? 
so i tug on the vines. rip them out of the soil, sending clumps of dirt flying in the process. i put in the work, but no matter how hard i try, i can't seem to make a dent. it's everywhere, and i'm drowning in it. and i feel so stupid for ever once thinking it could be beautiful. how could i not see the way it was strangling everything else? including me. 
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poetryorchard · 4 months
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Join @nashira in her first writing workshop of the year on LIST POEMS! (this is my first time facilitating in 4 months 🥹💚 come write list poems with me?)
🎟️Tickets £1+ Attendance NOT required! Feel free to sign just for the materials!
Sign up here 💚
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antheias-heart · 1 year
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"Pain doesn't make people; it's love that makes people. The pain is inconsequential."
Taliesin Jaffe, C2E110
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agnesmontague · 1 year
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help me find a post
i can't remember if it was a random text post, a screenshot of a poem, or a transcription of a poem, and i don't know if it was meant to be a shitpost or not.
it was a piece of short writing that was about the last moments of awareness of a snake(?), blissfully alive and alert, just before it smashes into a wire and dies instantly. presumably the entire thing was a metaphor for human life, or something. like i said, it might not have been serious at all. i don't think it was a viral post but it could have been, i don't remember the note count. it's been rattling around inside my skull for days and i can't find it again through google please help me
[feel free to reblog for outreach if you want]
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lovergirlpoems · 2 years
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“Vienna”
@lovergirlpoems
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zindagi-se-darte-ho · 5 months
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franz kafka, diaries of franz kafka // taylor swift, evermore // emily bronte, wuthering heights // ada limon, shelter: a love letter to trees // yusef komunyakaa, pleasure dome: new and collected poems // anne sexton, a self-portrait in letters // franz kafka, the blue octavo notebooks // robert frost, my november guest // albert camus, the plague // gbenga adeoba, a short essay on drowning // virginia woolf, the complete works // talin tahajian // e. m. forster, howards end // louise erdrich, the sentence // cynthia rylant, in november // virginia woolf, diaries // may sarton, recovering: a journal // franz kafka, diaries of franz kafka
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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months
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i called you home because i knew the angels were looking for your love in the towers of god
the realms of the dead have forgotten their spark
you are after the enlightening storm
remember the visions you were gifted 4 years ago
dont be quiet now
you werent quiet then
why you are leaving us with your song
without your body singing the praises
have you forgotten yourself
have you forgotten the love inside of your veins
i prayed it away
i left out the strings
that my body was carrying from the wounds i had saved
i cut off the blockages and i headed home
when the mother is calling i go and give offerings
my voice was all i had when there was nothing
she kept me clothed and warmth was the potion
there are more guides that need hearing out
youre too stubborn to try it for yourself
youre just too fearful
try to get out for once
let the thunderstorms hear your lightening sounds because you are
the empress in disguise; and there is nothing one can say
that could take away from your light.
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slowfalter · 8 months
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I tried to write a love letter to my body
For therapeutic purposes
But I wasn’t ready
I cannot see the beauty
In all the things you do for me
I would be lying if I said
Your thighs don’t kind of scare me
But I don’t have hate for you
More just unfair expectations
I wish I could feel differently
Dear body,
I’m afraid I still don’t love you
But truly, I am sorry.
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jaxxrabbie · 2 months
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Do you think Eve knew she was created for Adam? Do you believe that when she woke she found solace in her task to keep Adam entertained? Her very first breath was interrupted by His words “it is not good for man to be alone.” What does free will mean to Eve? What does temptation mean to Eve? What if Satan had whispered, “I created and designed this tree just for you. Come, let’s partake in its fruits together. It is not good for you to be alone.”
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knbpoetry · 24 days
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Just Like You 🤍
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supercutpenguin · 8 months
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i want to be loveable. and not in the way that i want every single person who meets me to adore me- no. i want the people i love to find it easy to love me back. i want interesting strangers to find it easy to confide in me, to be vulnerable with me because i'm just so easy to trust. i want to be the distant friend you can tell anything to. the person a classmate might approach for help. i want to be easy to love, and want others to know that im full of love, and so willing to give it away.
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poetryorchard · 10 months
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🧚🏾‍♂️ Sprites of the Orchard! ✨ Join us in celebration of Disability Pride Month for our first open mic!
The theme is "disabled voices" - we're looking for poetry that reflects the experience of living as a disabled / neurodivergent person.
Disability is a self-defined and widely expansive identity, so please don't self-reject - we'd love to hear your poems!
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