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violentwavesofemotion: Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of F. F.; “On Earth,”
violentwavesofemotion: “I think I am about / to end my thinking and pass out.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. S. V. M.; “Journal,”
violentwavesofemotion: Audre Lorde, from The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde; “Coal,” wr. c. 1962
newloverofbeauty:David Hockney: The Beginning, Etching for a Poem of C.P.Cavafy (1966)
violentwavesofemotion: “It’s spring, and still you’re away,” — Li Bai, tr. by Keith Holyoak, from “Facing the Moon: Poems of Li Bai and Du Fu,”
xss: Poem of a Shadeby Key [DON’T remove]
dcmultiverse:Come, friends. I shall thank you for my rescue by reciting the poem of gratitude. All six thousand verses.
MAINTAIN
be sweet i dont trust you
assbutt-i-might-be: ultrafacts: Source For more posts like this, CLICK HERE to follow Ultrafacts True story. we read/translated poems of Catullus during Latin class, and dear lord that man had a dirty mouth.
I collect dresses that I’ll never wear, sing songs that nobody likes, dance for the walls, and say speeches to trees. I’m not saying I make a lot of sense, but you might want to look a little closer. You may find something beyond just an odd
A plea to the captor of my heart
Come home I miss your soft lips And velvet tongue Hands in your hair And your fingers Slipping under my shirt Pressing you into the counter The smell of fresh coffee Reminding me that this is home
Soundtrack of My Life
autumnalsonata: “My dreams are holy palaces, / My love is a shadow growing mute.” — Alexander Blok, from Poems of Sophia: “Verses About the Beautiful Lady”
decreation: The Poems of Emily Brontë, ‘A Day Dream’ c. March 1844
omgthatdress: Pâte-de-Verre “Samurai” Brooch 1915 Bonham’s fatty fatty samurai dreamt of death (and also pie) -rp
Prisoner of Insanity
finita-la-commedia: – Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), from “Poem Of The End”
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violentwavesofemotion: Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of F. F.; “Servitude,”
violentwavesofemotion: “– but I loved terrible places,” — Mary Rose O’Reilley, from Half Wild: Poems of M. R. O.; “Persephone,”
weltenwellen:Anne Sexton, from “The Truth the Dead Know”, The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton
hael400: you have a wonderful body, cut to perfection, it is a dream. a pearl, a jewel. you are all around a poem of love (to avoid any confusion, my words are addressed to the one in the picture)
laugh.
violentwavesofemotion: Mary Rose O’Reilley, from Half Wild: Poems of M. R. O.; “The Lost Child,”
vintage-poems: Of Cabbages on We Heart It.
mydarkangel2pls: kingsbrokenroad Now you have my mind focused too, On all the things you want to do, With visions of wonderful things in my head, I’m craving to hear you and feel you in my bed, My hands are yours as they roam my body, But the urgency
violentwavesofemotion: “My own dear love, he is all my world – and I wish I’d never met him.” — Dorothy Parker, from The Complete Poems of D. P.; “Love Song,”
violentwavesofemotion: “I want to grow up. To come back to love.” — Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems of M. R.; “Children’s Elegy,”
mr-resilient: My favorite poem of all time
ammit420:its blackout and i look like im boutta drop the hottest poem of 2015
Poetry is the evidence of life
warsanshires: “every day they want you to shrink: fit here, in my palm, in my shadow, don’t be bigger than my idea of you, don’t be more beautiful than i can accept, don’t be more human than i am willing to allow you to be and be quiet, you’re
minima–moralia: “But in her heart this woman is the storm […]” — May Sarton, in The Selected Poems of May Sarton
violentwavesofemotion: “–Where shall I pour my dream?” — Lola Ridge, from To The Many; The Collected Poems of L. R.; “Jaguar,”
violentwavesofemotion: Anna Akhmatova, from The Selected Poems of Anna Akhmatova; “My Heart,”
quotemadness: “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” — Pablo Neruda
perks-of-being-a-wallflowerrr: Omg perf.
sweet-little-submissive: Sea mist glistens on bare, soft skin, The scent of brine and stale gin; Off the starboard bow in such a plight, What a pretty little treasure for the crew’s delight! Bound at Sea
orange-heart: i hold it true, whate’er befall I feel it when sorrow most: ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all This is one paragraph from the poem of Alfred, Lord
A very Homoerotic Christmas A poem, written by me.
nostalgiaunicorn: “The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word”. - Mata Hari
violentwavesofemotion: Emily Brontë, from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë; XLIX; “Aspin Castle,” [x]
electrai: favourite poem of all time whoa
Quotes, Stories, Poems and Other Bookish Things
thunderstruck9:Patrick Caulfield (British, 1936–2005), 15. ‘Oh Helen, I roam my room’ from Some Poems of Jules Laforgue, 1973. Screenprint on paper, 41 x 35.9 cm
soracities: “O white moon, you are lonely, It is the same with me, But we have the world to roam over, Only the lonely are free.” — Sara Teasdale, from Morning Song in “The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale” (via adrasteiax)
maryscorpio11: 〰➰ as the sweetest and still senseless poem of a Dark Angel➰〰
morwana: “How could I seek the empty world again?” — Emily Brontë, from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë; “Remembrance,” (via mirroir)
Photo - brynhilder.deviantart.com Like the sands of time through the hour glass, our lives pass us by. If there were only time to make it last, every second is another opportunity gone by. I know I should slow things down, and be patient as we grow.
Like two incoming trains these souls collide. With brutal force and fire in their eyes. Angst vs anger, fear vs doubt. Love vs indifference, neither giving their route. In a ball of flame, fire and passion the two collide as both lose traction. Spinning
Desolate-Painting By Drew Evans http://drewevans.deviantart.com/art/Desolate-Painting-203222688 I’m all alone, lost in despair. Alone, lost in my mind, I doubt anyone cares. You can’t hear the screams of loneliness and agony, the cries
Photo: Grave by Beyzayildirim77 http://beyzayildirim77.deviantart.com/art/grave-198362417 Death whispers softly in my ear, Singing a sweet melody only I hear. It calls to me, politely with calming peace, Oh what a proposition of terminal release.
Photo: Unknown Source I want to be looked at as if I were the solution, not the question. I want to be missed when I’m not around, but held when I am. I want to be your security blanket, not a safety net. I want to be a piece of you. I want to be
violentwavesofemotion: “Go out at night, this starry night, and admire indifferently the hearts burning above the abyss.” — Alexander Blok, tr. by Boris Jakim, from Poems of Sophia; “It Is Dark In The Rooms and Stifling,”
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