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Your Hands Don’t forget - April is National Poetry Month. One of my favorite tumblr writers has posted a wonderfully sensual poem. Making her way back to the Library dais, this is the lovely and talented… isabellab4: Your Hands… Your
kotbt: Recently a pokemon themed love poem was brought to the attention of a friend of mine on his facebook. His response is a veritable delight. In the spirit of the season
deathberrykisses: The Sand And The Rotator Ichigo’s Poem: “It is rotating. The world will change. It rotates and every time it touches the sun and the moon. It always changes its appearance into something new. If there are things that do not change.
ironicun1corn: #20 i love how this set is more of a playful romance. They’re being flirty in a soft and romantic way :3 and i bet you anything that the pages flying around in the first one are all love poems for sion :D you get a sense that the
“Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels, because if he advances another foot, the pain of his love will kill him.” - Henry Miller, Black Spring
higher07: Here are the 10 most beautiful women on earth! And here is a poem that describes the most beautiful women: Like the first rays of the sunYour gentleness me out of my sleepThe exquisite view of your faceLead me in a soft travelThe first languo
dijetedrago: sunshineovertherains: chandelyer: Poem Bangkok fall/winter 2019 “Eternity In An Hour” I’m so sad that OP cut the model face out. Because she’s so beautiful and the most important thing is SHE IS A TRANSWOMAN AND I REALLY LOVE HER
sabrebash: If you follow Selmers to the poetry society meeting in Night In The Woods, this is her poem. I loved it and the themes of the game, and wanted to use it as practice to see if i can control the way readers ‘hear’ the words through images.
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: 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,
manlycolors101: /as I get closer to the end./ — P.S. Who says poetry has to be boring. My poetry is like King Kong, It climbs the Empire State building then beats its chest when a plane comes near. And my poems does it every single day of the year.
rosepotion: ☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️ the fool: do you have any nicknames?the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else?the high priestess: what is your dream date?the empress: do you think you will ever get
hvorenn: “You would rather have gone on feeling nothing, emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace of the deepest sea, which is easier than the noise and flesh of the surface.” — Margaret Atwood, from Eurydice in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″
soracities: Adonis, ‘Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea’ (fragments), Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) [Text ID: Ah, how deep love is in its hatredAh, how deep hatred is in its love.”]
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
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
nypl: The image above from NYPL’s Rare Books Division is a fragment of Walt Whitman’s revision of his poem “The Mississippi at Midnight,” which was first published on this day in 1848 in the New Orleans Daily Crescent. (H/T to Book Pilgrim
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
45px: AND TO THINK THEY MADE US PUT OUR HANDS ON OUR CHESTS AND MEMORIZE A POEM THAT SERVED NO PURPOSE BUT TO HAVE US DECLARE OUR ALLEGIANCE TO THE SAME FLAG THAT IS TAINED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE MILLIONS “OUR” COUNTRY HAS BRUTALLY MURDERED AND STUFFED
acatone: “I try to think of a word that i closest to love and the only thing that comes to mind is your name.” Inspired by Lang Leav’s poem “Waiting” that @kesskay read to me while making this. This is especially dedicated to the one and only,
almostwalrus: zenpencils: MAYA ANGELOU ‘Phenomenal Woman’ That’s me.
a-poem-in-a-dream: qalbee: sheabuttabae: salon: DeRay Mckesson on the proof that “racism is alive and well” in America Preach! We have to hold media outlets accountable. DeRay is seriously one of the most inspirational people. He came to Tufts
buzzfeedreader: – “Bullet Points,” Jericho Brown Jericho Brown is the recipient of a Whiting Writers Award and fellowships from the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University and the National Endowment for the Arts. His poems
ramandjafari: “Name yoursons afteryour sins.”This is the first piece of a collaborative series between the six word poet atoungewithbutsixwords and myself.Make sure to follow atwb6w on tumblr and allow yourself be touched by the beautiful poems you
rodella:the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers,
spookysylph: the greek poet sapphos of lesbos wrote poems about women that were so gay that they named the goddamned sexuality after her. that is the level of queerness i hope to one day achieve.
rodella: the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers,
violentwavesofemotion: “And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.” — Audre Lorde, from “Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power,”
pakisstaani: a message for brown eyed girls yes, her eyes are blue. yes, every love song is about them. every poem compares them to the sea. but you, you have eyes of amber and onyx. your eyes are the gold people desperately try to pull from the ground.
buttonpoetry: Crystal Valentine - “And the News Reporter Says Jesus Is White”. Support the artist, check out the full poem here.
lolsofunny: cheer up, tony at least it isn’t cantonese Dear Mr. Over-Night-Astro-Physicist: your final exam is an oral citation of the 92 Shi poem aka The Lion-Eating Poet in The Stone Den. HAVE FUUUUN. via lolsofunny=)
heyheycaitalin: mens-rights-activia: historyarchaeologyartefacts: THE OLDEST LOVE POEM IN THE WORLD, Istanbul #2461, 2037-2029 BC [3456x4608] Damn this biscuit is mad dry ^probably what the guy who took a bite of it said
tallmichiganman: whitepaperquotes: This is a poem I wrote titled “When I Met You.” The author’s name is my own, Olivia Tinsley. My blog is wordsbyolivia.tumblr.com. Beautiful.
sixpenceee: THE WORKS OF EDGAR ALLEN POE: Here’s a link to all his stories and poems. His macabre and dark approach to writing has touched many across the globe THE WORKS OF H.P LOVECRAFT: Another gothic writer whose style is both suspenseful and
folkloreupdates: There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related
alltaywell: “There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related
artchipel: Leonid Tishkov (Russia) - Private Moon (2000-2005) collaboration with photographer Boris Bendikov “Private Moon” is a visual poem telling the story of a man who met the Moon and stayed with her for the rest of his life. Crossing the borderline
reeseloveandsoul: Same is the color of death and of pain as the ocean, the sky, the moon, and the rain- all magically inevitable with nothing to gain from attempt to avoid being blue. Verse of a poem that I wrote- reeseloveandsoul.tumblr.com
archatlas: Ai Weiwei’s fences take on borders and belonging in NYC exhibit The exhibit, which spans the five boroughs, opens to the public on October 12 and is comprised of more than 300 pieces. Like the Robert Frost poem it references, the
uknowurself: thislife-is-a-lie: illpaintyouwingssoyoucanflyaway: cant-you-see-imbroken: just-a-disordered-psychotic: stayyoung-forever: im-chuck-bass-xoxo: “To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the
Every tear you shed Is notedLike lotus petals falling On the pages Of The Book of LifeAnd pressed thereFor all time. (When you said you cried last night I wrote this poem for you. It’s on my blog. I’m happy to hear things are better!) this is so so
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)
megairea:“God, she had me by the throat, by the hip bone, by the moon. God, she hurt me with my own horns.” — Natalie Díaz, from The Cure for Melancholy Is to Take the Horn; Postcolonial Love Poem, 2020
extrasad: aureat: Texts I Never Sent #4 wow ok so this is from a poem I wrote. Here is the original and hey!!! you’ve stolen other stuff from me too like this! which is also mine. i would v much appreciate it if you could stop stealing my writing
alecstasy: up-sky-high: misguided-misanthrope: rabbit-sex: lies-and-curiosity: amoureuux: This makes me want to fucking cry this is my favorite poem ever I don’t even care that this is in color. This is a damn visual representation of the best
101o:“Because I love a burning thing I made my heart a field of fire” — Tonight’s Cantab feature is Guerrilla Poet and Black Ocean publisher Janaka Stucky! These are the opening lines of his poem “The Art of Loss is a Lost Art,” from The
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![heyheycaitalin: mens-rights-activia: historyarchaeologyartefacts: THE OLDEST LOVE POEM IN THE WORLD, Istanbul #2461, 2037-2029 BC [3456x4608] Damn this biscuit is mad dry ^probably what the guy who took a bite of it said](https://64.media.tumblr.com/36677b46bd46624946473ccdab8cdf50/tumblr_pvoz2mnGd71vx1np0o1_250.jpg)
