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kinkycasey: Erotic Story Saturday! This is one of my fav poems about a non-kinky boy who meets a kinky stripper named Nikki. The best part is that its totally RUFIO aka Dante Basco!! Who knew he was poet!? (I promise I will read one myself tomorrow!
x-shes-not-eating-again-x: 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 1960s
writinqueen: okay so I have a surprise for my followers. I decided to write two parts to a poem, as if they were written by two different people, and part two is the response I wrote to part I. I will publish part II tomorrow, but for now this is part
youlookgoodlikethat: Josie CW “The moment of change is the only poem.” ― Adrienne Rich Yes yes yes I need that bad!!!
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
fuckyeahtattoos: This quote is from one of my favorite poems, written by JRR Tolkein in Lord of the Rings. As my first tattoo, it is quite important to me and serves as a personal reminder to keep my head above water.
justdontwordshurt: memoriesrecollected: outcastt: THIS IS MY LIFE HEY DONT CHANGE THE SOURCE . Yeah this is ^^^^poem
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.’]
fuckyeahtattoos: “i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.” this is my third tattoo. it is a repeated line from my favorite poem by sylvia plath.
un-ashamedly-superficial: This is the face of someone who has their first mid-course exam in less than 12 hours, has barely slept in a week, and is listening to Gerard Manly Hopkins poems and reading Romulus quotes off his roof. Don’t do year 12,
mortisia: “Nature is a haunted house - but Art - is a house that tries to be haunted.” ― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems
Heart is heavy and I don’t know whyHeard a poem about love and now I feel heavy. Not sad just heavy is the best way to describe it. Idk maybe I’m loney
fuckyeahhistorycrushes:This is Ernest Dowdson, an English poet from the late 1800s. He wrote a few of my favorite poems, April Love and Spleen among them. His story is very sad, part of why I like him so much. Both of his parents committed suicide. He
ameano: a poem about restaurants just water is fine yes im ready to order this is taking a really long time this isnt what i ordered no ill eat it anyway no desert thanks sorry for the small tip im poor
I wrote another poem and I actually love it. It’s weirding me out bc im thinking “wait is this what it’s like to write something successfully???” And poetry is the last thing on earth I thought I could do lol
absolumentmoderne: Spencer Finch 366 (EMILY DICKINSON’S MIRACULOUS YEAR) 2009 This work is based on the year 1862, Emily Dickinson’s annus mirabilis, when she wrote an amazing 366 poems in 365 days. It is a real-time memorial to that year, which
thecenterwillnothold: [ID: excerpt from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices,” Sylvia PlathIt is a terrible thingTo be so open: it is as if my heartPut on a face and walked into the world.’]
blvck-is-a-culture:yungprofesora: king-emare:yo-slimdickens: eurotrottest: this here hit my heart man Can we talk about the depth of this ? This is perfect Yooo Joey Bada$$ got me to look this up after I heard his song. It led me to write a poem
mydarkenedeyes: Spencer Finch - 366, Emily Dickinson’s Miraculous Year (2009) This work is based on Emily Dickinson in 1862, when she wrote 366 poems in 365 days. It is a real-time memorial to that year, which burns for exactly one year. The sculpture
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,
buttonpoetry: Crystal Valentine - “And the News Reporter Says Jesus Is White”. Support the artist, check out the full poem here.
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.
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,
greenerygirls: “The trouble with me is that whether I get love or not / I suffer from it.” — C.K. Williams, from The Collected Poems; “On the Roof”
fuckyeahtattoos: From Bukowski’s poem, How is Your Heart: “What matters most is how well you walk through the fire” Done by Chris Shockley at Empire Tattoo in Clementon, NJ. hummingbirdknowledge.tumblr.com
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
officialunitedstates: me, handing a blue leaf I spray-painted the night before to my girlfriend: here this is for you. it’s a rare moroccan teal leaf from the shores of africa. it fell into my hands while i was writing a love poem to you on the
hellanne: “The trouble with me is that whether I get love or not / I suffer from it.” — C.K. Williams, from The Collected Poems; “On the Roof,”
langleav: dreamers-atlas: My edit~ poem by Lang Leav. This is beautiful! Thanks so much lovely xo Lang ‘ ……………. Love & Misadventure is available online via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depositoryand Barnes & Noble, Kinokuniya,
rupikaur: page 157 from milk and honey this is the last poem I will share from the book the other 120 will be our little secret
prozaccanthelp: im-chuck-bass-xoxo: “To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used
I tried to write a poem but this was all that came out. This one word. It’s one of the scariest feelings. There is nothing that you can use to describe it because it consumes you, loneliness is all i feel. Hatred for who i’ve become, what i feel
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
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,”
kiss-her-wrists13: heartllesscreatures: I tried to write a poem but this was all that came out. This one word. It’s one of the scariest feelings. There is nothing that you can use to describe it because it consumes you, loneliness is all i feel. Hatred
suicidalwrists: im-sicknificant: not to kill this beautiful poem but it depends what the person preferred, as my favorite flower happens to be a daisy, so i would be the 90% who would choose the daisy, so i suppose what im trying to say is you’ve
theravens-sentme: choose-the-labyrinth: 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
renlikethewind: “Eleven Things You Should Know About Deaf People” was written in an effort to help people understand the Deaf experience. This is a poem I wrote at the Summer Slam Poetry Camp at Gustavus Adolphus College last year under the guide
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