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eggsdoodz · 18 days

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the orange by wendy cope 🍊

#doodle #sketchbook #cute art #doodles #eggsdoodz #illustrators on tumblr #pencil drawing #art #pencil doodles #healingjourney #the orange #wendy cope #wendy cope poem #poem #poetry #the orange poem

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meowyjean · 14 hours

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running the poll again bc two quotes tied (i accidentally voted on the last one and had to do the math akdhajs)

getting the tattoo in 2 days so i'm limiting the poll time!

oh also, please rb tagging which quote you chose bc i'm nosy and wanna know

#poll #polls #tumblr polls #tattoo #the orange by wendy cope #the orange poem #minecraft end poem #ok jean #quote tattoo

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strawberrybaskets · 1 year

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maybe read a poem about how oranges represent love and then you’ll calm down

#the orange poem #wendy cope #poetry #what if i peeled a tangerine and silently gave you half? what then?

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violetcowboy · 1 year

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i had a #webweaving moment tonight. i was crying to my friend about how i’m having a very hard time rn, and they were trying to comfort me by reminding me that i have a support network even when i make mistakes and they said

“even a dog that runs away from home knows it has an owner willing to feed them, even though they ran away”

and i just started sobbing because why the fuck would you say that. that’s two-headed calf poem levels of heartbreaking

#two headed calf #like a dog with a bird at your door #web weaving #the orange poem

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jamjoob · 6 months

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What if we were both doctors & shared oranges 🤨

#Something something poems abt sharing oranges #this was done waaaaay back in august on the peetreon #Oranges manderine tangerines etc u get the idea #harlivy #poison ivy #harley quinn #pamela isley #dc #my art

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metamorphesque · 1 year

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musings on oranges

Alessia Di Cesare, Romero Barros, Wendy Cope, David Stevenson, Rebecca O’Connor, Andrea Kantrowitz, Nina LaCour, Augustin Rouart, Ocean Vuong, Chris Krupinski, Wendy Cope, Mickie Acierno, Jacques Prévert, Robert Spear Dunning, Wendy Cope

buy me a coffee

#oranges #web weavings #quotes #literature #art parallels #paralells #art #poetry #poems #clementines #food as a love language #wendy cope #ocean vuong #romantic academia #light academia #classic literature

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cottaegecore · 6 months

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#text #orange #wendy cope #cottagecore #country cottage #cottagecharm #picnic #cottage core #flowers #garden #fairycore #floral #love #poem #poetry

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wolfiery · 5 months

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MERTHURWEEK2023 DAY 2: Any poem + orange

You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. (X)

#merthurweek2023 #merthuredit #merlinedit #bbcmerlinedit #merthur #merlin emrys #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin tv #*#*gs #*merlin #this is orange right :sweating:#this whole poem is perfect for them and destroys me everytime please go read and support the author #anyways can't believe i never worked with orange before!#glad i was able to get a set out for merthurweek :')#500

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sandygorange · 11 months

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i’m sorry mom, i miss you.

- sandygorange

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 1 year

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{Quotes: We are okay ,Nina lacor / Christopher citro ,our life when it's filled with shrikes / alessia di Cesare /jean little/Pinterest image quote / Kendrick lamer / Frank Ocean / Pinterest image quote}

Web weaving on love being stored in oranges and kitchen table

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greenlaut · 4 months

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orange tree

myrrh in your lungs and the golden disk haloed behind your head

your face is made for war

(would you trip and fall like a shot dove?)

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(irl stuff below cut)

since my father's death i have been doing awful with drawing. i can't bring myself to make art. i feel like i lost something. i can't understand it—i still can't.

this is the first piece since my father's death that feels like i'm back in my own skin.

i have been playing assassin's creed lately to pass the time. when i was a teenager, i loved ac very much. altaïr was my favourite as a teen. i think it's the rage and helplessness that we share that made me identify with him. i couldn't afford the games as a kid so i'd spend hours just watching walkthroughs, looking at fanarts, and reading fanfictions. years later and now as an adult, i'm playing ac unity that i got on a whim when it was on sale. i think i'll purchase ac1 when it's on sale later. for now, i will indulge my past self by playing as a french man doomed by the narrative.

while it's off topic, this piece is inspired by the relationship of palestinians with their oranges/orange trees. free palestine.

#i wrote the poem part #vivid dream imageries of a man picking an orange tree and his hands covered in blood #i thought his eyes are made of gold #assassins creed in the year lord 2024 #my art #altaïr ibn la'ahad #altair ibn la'ahad #assassins creed #assassin's creed #ac1 #assassins creed 1 #assassin's creed 1

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llovelymoonn · 10 months

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favourite poems of july

knar gavin strindberg grey

dahlia ravikovitch the love of an orange (tr. chana bloch)

danez smith summer, somewhere

hannah gamble your invitation to a modest breakfast: “your invitation to a modest breakfast”

claire schwartz lecture on the history of the house

joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “a part of speech”

ralph angel twice removed: “alpine wedding”

bob hicok insomnia diary: “spirit ditty of no fax-line dial tone”

caleb klaces language is her caravan

philip good & bernadette mayer alternating lunes

hester knibbe light-years (tr. jacquelyn pope)

tracy k. smith life on mars: “the universe as primal scream”

rigoberto gonzález other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”

stephen edgar murray dreaming

james schuyler other flowers: uncollected poems: “light night”

amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics

diane seuss backyard song

tomás q. morín love train

safiya sinclair the art of unselfing

carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”

peter gizzi the outernationale: “vincent, homesick for the land of pictures”

william matthews selected poems and translations, 1969-1991: “onions”

c.k. williams butcher

mark mccloskey the smell of the woods

jennifer chang the age of unreason

richard blanco city of a hundred fires: “contemplations at the virgin de la caridad cafeteria, inc.”

bob hicock the pregnancy of words

j. allyn rosser impromptu

carl phillips then the war

stephanie young ursula or university: “essay”

gloria e. anzaldúa the new speakers

kofi

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montereybayaquarium · 1 year

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It’s the sea-son of love! When’s a better time than now to learn about fish courtship behavior?

🔸Behold! The bright and beautiful garibaldi! 🔶

Garibaldi courtship includes lots of nest cleaning and gardening by the male to lure a mate, perfectly pruning the perfect patch of algae to prove his potential for parenthood. When a female garibaldi signals her interest by swimming towards the nest with all her fins upright, the male tries to entice her by swimming in loops.

Their dance doesn’t last long though—as soon as the female lays her eggs, the male garibaldi chases her away before fertilizing them. In fact, much of the work of raising eggs is handled by the male.

And since the garibaldi is also the state marine fish of California, that of-fish-ially makes them our valentine! 🧡

#monterey bay aquarium #a garibaldi but a goodie #spring cleaning post in winter #check out garibaldeez moves #roses are red the ocean is blue garibaldis are orange and thats the end of the poem

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librarycards · 9 months

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I enjoy many poets whose work I’d call “warm.” I love Billy Collins and Mary Oliver, for example, but I would not depend on them to tell me their whole truth. They prefer, perhaps, to please me, to wish me well, to enable me. There is a place for them on my shelves. After a hard day, tired in the evening, I will reach for them. But they don’t give me that shuddering thrill. They do not, like certain close friends of mine, stop me mid-sentence to challenge the bullshit I’ve been speaking. They do not lock eyes with me and tell me what’s really on their mind. They will never change my life. [...] Cold art, when it enacts the moment of death over and over, isn’t interested in death in itself, but wants to remind us of death. We are, as at a funeral, not the corpse but the attendees. The life force still surges within us. Cold art doesn’t urge us toward nihilism, but reminds us to live now, to get things done, that we are vital. This is the wisdom of it. Without such reminders we risk becoming fools, like Lear. Cold art is not harmful or bad at all, but provides a useful counterpoint to “happiness” in our society, which is severely overemphasized. Our existence naturally oscillates between warm and cold. This oscillation must be allowed, or the pendulum will break. When that deep cold is invoked—in a poem, a song, a painting, a voice on the subway—the windless ice forest wakes within me. And it’s in me always, the cold. The spiritual, psychic cold. While driving my motorcycle through the potholed streets of Philadelphia, while leading a poetry workshop, while chatting to my mother, while eating dinner, while watching Netflix with Tiina. That cold forest, its myriad frozen boughs, bristles within me.

John Wall Barger, In the Cold Theatre of the Poem.

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#THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! is my problem with tumblr uwu wild geese orange peeling poem culture #i want to be fucking rattled and beaten and socked in the chest!#john wall barger #writing #words #readings

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metamorphesque · 2 years

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