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etahad: shrineofelena: juniqs: mahdic: amir khusrow (1253–1325 CE) this changed my life this was written before the printing press was invented and it still sounds like a modern day shitpost how is this a shit post lol… its a great poem
emopit: today my teacher said “we’re gonna do a new poem form today called a sonnet” and i said “sonnet the hedgehog” way louder than i intended to and everyone stared at me and that was a low point
punkbunnies: senior year of high school i had the battiest old lady for my ap lit class and we had to get up and present a poem and i totally forgot to memorize one so i got up in the front of the room and recited “hotel california” word for word
A man with OCD recites a poem about his one true love. It’s heartbreaking. chills. i got goosebumps like braille all over my skin.
felineofavenueb: My dash wanted to finish the poem.
0-woman: “These fragments I have shored against my ruins” ― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems
grandguava: My favorite poem
t-r-u-t-h-h: declaringwar: Kindly my favourite poem in the world
meladoodle: this is my favourite poem
buttonpoetry: “I have not almost-killed-myself in two years and three months, but I look at old poems and think, ‘someone should do something about this bleeding body.’ My mouth, the space where a dead thing used to live, even now.” — Brenna
songsforgorgons:“After Language” by Chaia Heller, from My Lover Is a Woman: Contemporary Lesbian Love Poems edited by Lesléa Newman (1996).
copperbadge: I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me.
lieutenantriza: my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight winds cannot move me” blahblahblah
aeorys: confexionery: lieutenantriza: my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight winds
thacmis: lizawithazed: hexmaniacmareen: confexionery: lieutenantriza: my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he
tylerknott: We made up and then we were breathless. -Tyler Knott Gregson- Today is #NationalPoetryDay so why not a new blackout poem. :) Poetry is not dead, and your support of purchasing my new book, help show that so clearly. Let’s keep that message
langleav: New poem, hope you like it! ♥ ……………. My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide. Beautiful
“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, butfor the heart to conquer it.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems and Plays of Rabindranath Tagore
“I will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyesto dash against darkness” ~ E.E. Cummings, Poems, 1923-1954
“And I roseIn rainy autumnAnd walked abroad in a shower of all my days…” ~ Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems
A love poem about the most invisible woman The perfect mind, the perfect cover. I knew her, like… there was no other. No, I will never, her, forget. In pure blood - these words are set. She walks alone now, in my dreams, where no is never, so it seems.
sumisa-lily:“I will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyesto dash against darkness” ~ E.E. Cummings, Poems, 1923-1954
sumisa-lily:Once, I believed in you like a poem, turned your heart into a metaphor for my heart, turned our mouths into honey and caramel lozenges. But metaphors come and metaphors go, and not even seasons have the courtesy to stay till dawn. ~Shinji
sumisa-lily:“And I roseIn rainy autumnAnd walked abroad in a shower of all my days…” ~ Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems
sumisa-lily: A love poem about the most invisible woman The perfect mind, the perfect cover. I knew her, like… there was no other. No, I will never, her, forget. In pure blood - these words are set. She walks alone now, in my dreams, where no is never,
sumisa-lily: “I will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyesto dash against darkness” ~ E.E. Cummings, Poems, 1923-1954
passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever
greatbigfeeling: I just tried to write a poem n almost died. Never trying to get in touch w my emotions again !!!
Support me on Patreon => Reapersun on PatreonPrompt: @sassydoctor9: Anyone… ferryman of Hades (gives passage over styx)An AU where Will is Charon, ferryman of the dead over the river Styx, and Hades!Hannibal has a thing for scruffy antisocial
freddythefandomhorse: My stupid horse and his fucking friend just ran right into each other. People used to ride these things into battle. People used to be depended on these beasts for transport and the plowing of fields. People write novels and poems
charliebowater: “Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” A little doodle for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer. Available on S6
vinegod: dramatic reading of a poem i wrote for the boys in my grade by gill is trill
glowist: a lil poem i wrote to sean my love — johannaphoto credit
jesserobster: I really enjoyed this poem. It has me in my feels.
wethinkwedream: “my excessive heart / finds everything too small,” — Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “Like the Bull,”
adrasteiax: “(…) the night was dark and love was a burning fence about my house.” — Audre Lorde, from Gemini in “The Collected Poems Of Audre Lorde”
violentwavesofemotion: Anna Akhmatova, from The Selected Poems of Anna Akhmatova; “My Heart,”
thecenterwillnothold: [ID: excerpt from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices,” Sylvia Plath It is a terrible thingTo be so open: it is as if my heartPut on a face and walked into the world.’]
weltenwellen: “Let me be false in others’ eyes, If faithful in my own.” — Emily Brontë, from “Honour’s Martyr”, Poems of Emily Brontë
euryales: “My entire body was a wound.” — Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Edward Snow, from The Book of Images: Poems; “The Blind Woman,” (via writemeanna)
salemwitchtrials: [ID: excerpt from ‘I’m One,’ a poem by May Swenson “I swallow the sun. I’m the one, the only one in my life.”]
seaoflove: ☀️ a love letter to the sun: you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun. — shauna barbosa and there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into the sunlight
icaruslamented:tumblr is so like. meaningless. just clicking around. reading lil poem fragments. reblogging things just bcuz the vibe is good. seeing the same paintings on the dash 5 times in a day. making my little 2 note posts. love it here.
theoptia:Valzhyna Mort, from Music for the Dead and Resurrected: Poems; “Genesis”Text ID: I’ve always preferred Cain. / His angry / loneliness, his / lack of mother’s / love, his Christian / sarcasm: “Am I / my brother’s keeper?” / asks
metamorphesque: — Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems [text ID: I confess I meant to grow/ wings and lose my mind/ I confess that I’ve/ forgotten what for/ Why wings and a lost mind]
chrisatencio101: The business is my favorite poem star. Business he’s so Perfect Ha’s and amazing cock
Not a poem just a bunch of thoughts & feelings. I’m not one to be easily submissive to my emotions. I’m not one to get attached. I’m not one to fully devote myself to someone so quickly. I’m not one to give a fuck about
veluet: phobias: heartrate: i found my journal2013, july;“final entry,she is home.”2014, january;"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing,
detntion: my first poem yay!
confexionery: lieutenantriza: my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight winds cannot
firaas786: monkeymaven: monkeymaven: Just hit 5000 followers! A montage of some of my most popular posts.FOLLOW ME FOR MORE NUDE BEAR SELFIES!monkeymaven.tumblr.com Celebrate! Reads on poems of the erotically for real circumcision men. Artistically
zoans: Happy hella late birthday to my cute, quirky future pirate king, Luffy! (05/05) in case y’all didn’t notice this is actually an acrostic poem with the beginning of each adj or whatnot spelling out Monkey D. Luffy yeah im creative okay!!! i
mexicanfeminista: This poem broke my heart
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![salemwitchtrials: [ID: excerpt from ‘I’m One,’ a poem by May Swenson “I swallow the sun. I’m the one, the only one in my life.”]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/1f41dcc5db146030f35c99f23c71c88b/tumblr_pv3hydvBmC1waees5o1_250.png)
![metamorphesque: — Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems [text ID: I confess I meant to grow/ wings and lose my mind/ I confess that I’ve/ forgotten what for/ Why wings and a lost mind]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/94cc857712f506d4dfe8645b3243e646/3bbb8eb4a1673357-af/s512x512u_c1/b01ed3ba323243e7d4fb2b3392f044fb9d873f29.png)
