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sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE
fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
jtotheizzoe: From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams The full poem: Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things, yet be
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i-maqine: b4by-gir4ffe: akahannah: i love this Oh my god this is so powerfully true. It’s actually scary how relatable this is. :/ my new fave poem omg
goodgoodbyebye: It’s the “future me” -day and I rather went back to the old days and attached a paintbrush on my hat and (tried to be) dressed like the beat generation in the 50’s. Too bad I couldn’t find my Howl-poem book or a better shirt
throb56: Cameron Diaz - when I think of you http://allpoetry.com/poem/317232-I-like-it-dirty-by-LoveGoddess I like it dirty Rip my panties from my waist, put your tongue in, have a taste. Lick me fast and lick me good. Like that don’t you? knew you
tush: My wife didn’t appreciate my fridge magnet poem.
sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE Awwww
wilwheaton: tush: “My wife didn’t appreciate my fridge magnet poem.” Well, I sure did. WTF 200,000 notes!
thepoetisback: I told her I wanted to write a poem on her with my tongue words that were poetic and fill her with inspiration, I started at her inner thigh as on her skin my trade a ply words flow like the juices at the start of a meal as each sentence
fantasticarepickles:this makes my heart acheSilverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
“I shall be your poet! I do not want to be a poet for others; make your appearance, and I shall be your poet. I shall eat my own poem, and that will be my food. Or do you find me unworthy? Just as a temple dancer dances to the honor of the god Gudutl,
“I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.” ― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
sumisa-lily:“I shall be your poet! I do not want to be a poet for others; make your appearance, and I shall be your poet. I shall eat my own poem, and that will be my food. Or do you find me unworthy? Just as a temple dancer dances to the honor of the
metaphorformetaphor: “Don’t let my silence wound you. I’m just tired of words.” — Manuel Bandeira, from “Rest Your Hand on My Forehead,” This Earth, That Sky: Poems by Manuel Bandeira (University of California Press, 2018)
elucubrare: tinybed: me: a scared kitten God: grabbing me by my nape, rendering my body immovable me: surrendering to God and letting him wash me in a sink #which john donne poem is this
of-spaceandstars: “Inside my skin, / loving you, I am this space / my body believes in.” — — Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Unnatural State of the Unicorn,” Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems (via lifeinpoetry)
itsagirlygirlworld:The Morning After (a Poem for a Princess)She breathes, softly, silently, simply,Each rush of air a whisper of percussion.Her skin is smooth, supple, sweet,My fingers play the harp of leftover goosebumps,I smile and curl closer,My being
shit-gaze: i tried to write a poem about the way your voice cracks at three am like the floorboards of the home i grew up in how you reach your palms into my chest and hold my heart in your hand but all i wrote down was the word you and this is enough
zan77: sunsetpinks: inspired by posts like this one e.e cummings,”i carry your heart with me”// margaret atwood, selected poems (1965-1975) // virginia woolf, “night and day” My true love hath my heart, and I have his - Sir Philip Sidney DON
headspace-hotel:ooopsey: wanted to try my hand at one of those wikipedia excerpt poems. title: “the ginko stays”transcript under the cut Keep reading This saves my life a little
violentwavesofemotion: “The moon has taught her to love. She loves, I can assure you. But when she loves, she loves darkly. My own, my very own Priestess of Death.” — Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”
There Will Come Soft Rains
bl-ossomed: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes. So sad
hidesawell: fuckyeahtattoos: This is from the e.e. cummings poem “i carry your heart with me”: i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i
druid-for-hire:[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “do not stand at my grave and weep” after the poem by mary elizabeth frye. the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep.
aleksandranicole: bl-ossomed: fantasticarepickles: this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes. So sad This makes me cry
fantasticarepickles:this makes my heart ache Silverstein always has been, and always will be my favorite poet because he doesn’t even need words in his poem to make people open their eyes.
sadellite:passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE
mikeltumblez: I’m fund-raising for my first photo-book called ”Edible Flowers”, that I hope to have released next year. Combining my love of Naked boys, local wild herbs, plant-lore & personal nature poems & spells. My GoFundMe project
relahvant: relahvant: i have lost my pants someone help me find my pants they have disappeared poof gone pants where are you i hope they’re okay throwback to when i was drunk and wrote this poem because i couldn’t find my pants
vnusplanetoflove:I hate being asked what my goal in life is…. like.. idk…?? I want to have my own kitchen… and I want to know every poem by heart… and uhh.. I want to be kissed in the rain … etc etc .. my heart is very little and I dont want
langleav: happymelons: Finally have my own copy of Love and Misadventure by Lang Leav! This is the last copy in Fully Booked and I feel so lucky to finally have it in my hands! This poem, by far, is my favorite (it brought me to tears as well!) I have
spanx-me: sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE Oh my god
extrasad: Sad poems in public my mother found me spitting up my own tears and she asked me what was wrong and your name tumbled from my saltwater stained lips and she told me she was surprised and I asked why and she told me that after all the
incoloure: extrasad: Sad poems in public “my mother found me spitting up my own tears and she asked me what was wrong and your name tumbled from my salt water stained lips and she told me she was surprised and I asked why and she told me that
fortheluvofdoms: darkangelsbride: Photo by Jeff Bark A Poem to Daddy: if You please Just let me drop to my knees, at Your feet, if You please… Let me give myself to You, let me be engorged by You. Take my sense. Take my senses. Take me. Just let
