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pvdpoetry · 5 months

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Friendship!

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dear-margarita · 2 years

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Warm up your senses

Auscultation

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kisoverse · 10 days

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I would cry myself to sleep but it's monotonous.

So now I dance with my shadows, and verse lines with my alternate realities.

I've heard there's about a million more of me somewhere.

I can affirm four living in my brain.

One's a life in which I got you; we dance, we glance at each other in a never ending love song.

we twirl and define our abrupt consciousness. And you weep for me each night, and we lock arms under the moon. And everyday is like the very first time you laid eyes on me as I was yours.

One's a life in which I have lost you; I work and work till my eyes gutter.

I cash in pay cheques my speech slurs and stutters. And I hate cats now; because their vivid galaxy eyes remind me of you. I hate dissecting my food and feelings Infront of anybody.

One's a life in which I have fame; it's dull under all of my glitter gowns. I have moments where I feel wanted and it is in those moments where my urge to disappear from the face of the earth begins.

There's a life, one more;

in which who I am, I'm not quite sure.

Maybe it's my only conscience that lives as an original to greet your eyes.

And I never know whom to be, and what to smile. It's the most painful one so far. I hate mirrors in this one, I only reflect what your eyes tell me to do.

Sometimes I aspire to be the girl of your dreams, but sometimes I wish we were no more.

(than friends)

As I dance, and dance;

The moon cannot keep up and wishes to sleep.

I fall asleep too, it's like sliding from a hollow hole so steep.

And regain myself each mornings to swoon.

I'm a lover of this dance, and it's only just June!

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dreampoetforhire · 4 months

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The Philly Renaissance is in full swing. The museum hall fills with young creatives. Impressionist art projected upon the granite walls. The DJ plays Fela Kuti and other songs of social change.

We celebrate 100 years at the @barnesfoundation. And from everything I’ve read of Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, I imagine 100 years ago they were having parties like this, in big ballrooms like this, and filled with artistic genius like this. Thus named the Roaring Twenties.

One key difference between then and now is accessibility. Then this would be a gala reserved for “high society”. Now we are made to feel the high society. The museum opens its doors to the creative minds of Philadelphia. It encourages all the diverse expressions that make up our beautiful city to show up dressed in bright colors and avant garde shapes. Creates space for them to overlap and interweave and with any luck paint a grand new golden age.

It’s exciting to meet and exchange ideas with these culture makers and community organizers of our generation. I write poems for them about “Purpose”, “Art As Healing”, “Infinity”, “Film & Family”, and “A Painter Who Only Paints Men For The Last 2 Years, & How It Changed Her Life”.

I don’t take lightly how poetry has been curated into the evening. Something to be archived for historians 100 years from now to look back and find.

Who was there. Who performed. What was talked about. What dreams came to life. The plagues and struggles we survived, in order to come back together and thrive.

All of this in the fabric of our gathering. In the connections made outside the poems being written live.

What a beautiful spectacle.

I’m extremely grateful to be in it. Excited to be alive at this time. A time when museums in Philly craft experiences alongside this city’s unique collective spirit.

Whereas many artists in Modigliani’s era (currently on exhibition at The Barnes) may have remained out of focus in their lifetime, we see in our time now perhaps a chance for local, lesser known artists to socialize and dance and even soak up some of that limelight inside the great halls of the museum.

No time like the present.

November 2022

📸 by @jimmycreates

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laurahslife · 2 years

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08/05/22 No one will ever be as entertained by us as us” 🤣 #TennysonBlockParty #WhiskeyIcePops #SillyGirls #NeverADullMoment #TheyMatchMyVibe #Pose #WeGoingOutTonight #TripleTrouble #HippieVibez #PoetryOnDemand #LoveMyFriends @landons_nana @nikkapruitt https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci4Fo3ZM78risEYUVP13OgaIffjEDiI2-64nWA0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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lunareignn · 3 years

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I never understood the expression “if you love someone, you let them go” I always thought, who the hell loves someone and allows them to walk away?? I did not understand it, until I met you. Love isn’t wanting someone for yourself just to fill some kind of void. Love is wanting the absolute best for someone, even if it means the absolute best isn’t with you. It’s seeing them happy and living out there best life. It’s allowing someone to be who they are in their entirety without the want or need to change or to withhold them because it doesn’t involve or benefit you. So with all that said, this is where I let you go. I hope that life gives you everything you want and dream of, I hope you live a life so content and full of love that when you are old and grey you can look back and have absolutely no regrets. Now go live, there’s a whole life out there waiting for you;

-Luna Reign

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christiancurrywritten · 3 years

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The King of Nothing

I can feel the warm tears strolling down my cheeks

The anxiety is overcoming

The literal pain in my chest is all too overwhelming

I close my eyes to set yet another tear free

But I can still see a dark room with blood dripping from its ceiling

What’s happening to me?

Someone help me please

I’m fighting for each breath as I struggle to breathe

On this night I couldn’t eat

Now I lie here begging the king of nothingness for sleep

Can’t you see?

Whoever you are; I’m hurting

Is anyone there? Is anyone here with me?

Is anyone listening?

No one but Nothing is answering

I open my eyes once more hoping to see someone, something

Nothingness remains, yet I’m still begging

Set me free someone, something, please

Let me out of this body, this mind, my entire being

I can’t beat this unidentifiable pain and fear I’m feeling

I close my eyes again only to see

The god of nothing

Nothingness is staring back at me

Taunting me

I feel so abandoned, it’s devastating

Why is this happening?

And what does it mean?

All the blood...the blood that’s still dripping from its ceiling

Calling me

I must keep my eyes open and remember to breathe

On this night I know there will be no comfort or peace

There will be no sleeping

But if I do fall asleep

Who will protect me from getting trapped in a bad dream?

Like the one with the king of nothing and the blood dripping from its ceiling

Calling me

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thesongachillessang · 4 years

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I was never so good at arts and crafts,

but when I met you I managed to build a love more ethereal than angels,

and a home within my heart for you,

so my handiwork may not be the best,

but I’d say it must be something to build a love as special as this.

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poeticwarfaresblog · 4 years

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"OPEN WATERS"

Shed some tears on you're loiue bag;

Bust the windows out of images of us;

Kick holes in our lust;

Watch sparks from the gun bust;

Goosebumps from you're touch;

Ease off the clutch;

Over me.

Love surrounded;

Open sea;

Depictions of love overtaking me.

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ck-writings · 4 years

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Your eyes carry mountains you haven't climbed yet but one day you'll find the strength and see that it was always inside of you.

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narashpoetry · 4 years

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Illness can come suddenly and unexpectedly.

Sometimes it takes over quickly,

sometimes it’s a slow torture.

Sometimes it’s a mystery

and it stays quiet for you to chase health,

for you to get right with yourself.

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pvdpoetry · 2 years

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dear-margarita · 17 days

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Canvassing Flesh

Displayed masculinity

Connection

Flaunting femininity

Infatuation

Unbinding sexuality

Love

Sprouting nipples

Goosebumps

Spine

Mischievously

Retracted

Back

Arched

5 fingers

Parting

Pinching

Clenching

Winking

Slick

Slippery

Invitation

Accepted

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #late night thoughts #writings #poetryondemand #adultgames #thoughts #me #sexuality

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lagatd · 4 years

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She sunk in sluck

Thrown out,

a forbidden abomination

she bared,

as she could not bear the sight

of people doodling eyes

down trodden

beaten to the ground

taken deep into the sea

with no life savers

She was al alone once more

She gazed and guessed,

It just the way of the world,

She couldn't turn left or right

all was wrong

and she was at the center of it all

Shame got the bigger part of her

As she took the rope,

tied it to her neck

closed her eyes

and cried the her last tears

Tear never to be shade again

She gazed upon the horizon

and her last wonder;

with the beauty of the earth

I have been cursed out as reject

resentment in her heart swallowed her

She was no more

She let her life slip away

blown by the wind to the west

To the greener pastures,

she had hoped.

#my writing #poetrty #strong #poetrystories #poetryondemand

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dreampoetforhire · 4 months

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Last night at the Mural Arts Wall Ball, I saw the great minds of my time enter the ring and champion the power of voice! Serendipitous that our venue, 2300 Arena, typically hosts boxing and professional wrestling.

But this was no death match. No, a Def Jam poetry slam revival is less a battle and more a tribute to the heart’s vibrance. Each performer took their time to work over the crowd. Raising spirits in the details between the lines. Pieced together the identity behind the microphone and took the listener on a journey through sound and rhythm.

I knew there was a movement in store when the DJ launched the evening with a favorite track by Fela Kuti. Meanwhile aerialists defied gravity, swinging trapeze from the ceiling. Live muralists transformed our surroundings with colors and unique mindforms. Talk about a dream exhibition! Nearby friend and fellow BarnesWest Artist @karensmithdrums led a jazz ensemble on djembe. And I heard one of my favorite Philly poets @urucker take the stage and transmute feeling into sonic overtures like light beams.

As poets, we were there to honor literary legends, Sonia Sanchez and Danny Simmons. The architects of where Philly’s poetry scene arrives today. But as the night progressed it became a celebration of Philly’s cultural might present in each individual.

I met art curator and patron, mother and husband, dreamer and visionary one after the other. And each with a story to tell. Some magic to inspire. A gift of creative impulse to light another’s candle. They asked for poems about Love, Purpose, Growth, Teaching, and all colors of the rainbow. And I felt the Muse dancing happily between us all.

What an incredible way to bring National Poetry Month in Philly to a close. Still a few more days left, but I think after last night I’m going to take it slow and enjoy the reflections!

Thanks so much to Katy from @wittygrittyphl for inviting me to be a part of the ceremonies and to @muralarts for reflecting so much of the diverse dreamscape that is our home! These twenties are roaring, and it’s so special to see all those who are playing a part in making the world a better place, more full of creative expression!

#dreampoetforhire #marshalljameskavanaugh #typewriterpoetry #poetryondemand #poetforhire #mural arts #phillypoet

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amixedblessin · 4 years

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Spoken Word • Unconditional × Bali J.

#spoken word #poets on tumblr #poetryondemand

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