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fyeah-history: Shams Tabrizi in a circa 1503 copy of his disciple Rumi’s poem, the “Diwan-e Shams-e Tabriz-i”Shams Tabrizi is believed to have been an Ismaili Dai and his relationship with Rumi a symbolic manifestation of the sacred relationship
easternn: this is honestly one of the most beautiful and true to life poems I have ever read. Thank you. But aren’t we all broken?… I guess you just have to choose whose worth the pain.
26caitlins-way: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry: buttonpoetry: Support the artist! Watch the full poem: Javon Johnson - “cuz he’s black” this is so relevant in light of recent events of police brutality against MIchael Brown and john Crawford.
poetrysociety: Lesley Dill’s ‘Dada Wedding Dress’ is stamped with the words of Emily Dickinson’s poem, ‘The Soul Has Bandaged Moments’
protector-of-the-small: Some trans history for trans day of visibility! Here is a poem written in 1322 by a jewish trans woman! (source and alternate translation). In case you were in need of the knowledge that yes, trans people have been around for
scarlet-musings: poems-and-words: Book of the day:How To Win Friends and Influence People by Dale CarnegieGet the FREE Kindle Reading App This is me… ^^^Me too.
dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry: buttonpoetry: Support the artist! Watch the full poem: Javon Johnson - “cuz he’s black” this is so relevant in light of recent events of police brutality against MIchael Brown and john Crawford. #blacklivesmatter
feral-ballad: “A delicate drowsiness is leading me into your gardens,” — Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Judith Hemschemeyer, from The complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; “To the artist”
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
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,
mysimplereminders: “I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making
bethanyactually: theblackmanonthemoon: your-fav-film-freak: Yo. Still one of the hardest bar I’ve ever heard This is Crystal Valentine, “And the news reporter says Jesus was white.”[gifs of a black woman performing a poem into a microphone: “How
kafk-a:Keith S. Wilson’s poem “Heliocentric” is ostensibly a love letter from an astronaut to someone back on Earth. But along the way, you realize it’s really more of a love letter to space itself—to the whole universe. I promise I still dream
violentwavesofemotion: “The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.” — A. E. Housman, from The Selected Poems; “With Rue My Heart Is Laden,”
my grandma likes to write poems and then send them to the whole family via group text so everyone sees everyone else’s responses. She usually does this really early in the morning which is kind of annoying since it means my phone keeps going off while
nevaehtyler: Poet Taylor Steele captures the problem with appropriating Black slang. In her poem “AAVE” (which stands for African-American Vernacular English) Taylor Steele explains why appropriation of Black slang is the worst. African-American
azula-the-firelord: spanx-me: sadellite: passinnotesinsecrecy: this is my favourite poem ever MY BOYFRIEND DOESNT GET THE JOKE Oh my god LMFAO OMG
gay-erotic-art: For throwback Thursday I am doing the works Roland Caillaux (Paris, January 5, 1905 - December 3, 1977) . He was a French painter and designer of the twentieth century. He is known for having illustrated a published prose poem attributed
winterofherdiscontent: ‘You & I Wear the Looseness of Doom (And Find it Becoming)’ - WIP. Title is from E. E. Cummings, selected poems. Currently working on this sketch that’s going to be a ‘thank you’ gift to the (ever growing) Reylo
mytoecold: You know what else I hate? How fucking cliche depression sounds when it’s bad. I feel like the worse it is, the more it sounds like a Myspace poem written in 2007 by a Bullet for my Valentine fan
underbust: Ruination IPA. A liquid poem to the glory of the hop…Because fizzy yellow beer is for pussies. =) (Ruination IPA - Stone Brewing Company.)
micdotcom: micdotcom: Watch: Best substitute teach ever performs jaw-dropping poem at the end of class Huge news you guys! We talked to the sub. His name is Kondwani Fidel, he’s a 22-year-old Virginia State University graduate currently subbing
heartrate: i found my journalinstagram @haydenwc2013, 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,
jimmyspookyurine: jimmyspookyurine: roses can be red violets aren’t fucking blue this is an actual correct poem bottom line: i’d like to fuck you come on guys, i worked the best pun of my life in at the end
kayleepond: misslollipoptumbles: Kaylee and I behind the scenes before shooting at a busy underpass!! I will corrupt her yet…. The fool wrote us this amazing poem!! thank you so much David - i think it bodes well for us! (Kaylee is currently winning!
nevaehtyler: Poet Taylor Steele captures the problem with appropriating Black slang.In her poem “AAVE” (which stands for African-American Vernacular English) Taylor Steele explains why appropriation of Black slang is the worst. African-American
amarguerite:aquitainequeen:amarguerite:Picked up a cheap Regency romance novel for the long weekend and the heroine’s sister called Bryon’s poems sickly and full of damsels in distress and knights in shining armor, which like… no? Byron is Romantic
peachypersici: In this dimension, trees are the Earth’s bones.In the streets Bernstain bears roam.My soul is missing people that aren’t real. I am starting new in this dimension,Please teach me how to feel. (Leave my silly poem intact.)
salemwitchtrials: [ID: excerpt from ‘The Woman’s Question,’ a poem by Robert Watson “Is it not enoughThat we simply are And cannot feel the wind blowing? Though we are neither understood nor understanding, Though we are unknown and unknowing That
ssgquin: Support the artist! Watch the full poem: Javon Johnson - “cuz he’s black” this is so relevant in light of recent events of police brutality against MIchael Brown and john Crawford. #blacklivesmatter
alrightanakin: Anyway I had to delete my poem from here because apparently The New Yorker won’t publish works that have been published elsewhere including personal blogs so it is gone from here but hopefully will be published at some point in the next
thehobbutts:thehobbutts:girl help i got too high and wrote this cat meme poem im trapped above the ozone layer[image description:a blurry photo of a cat with a concerned look on its face. text on the photo reads: “shower is inside raini hold out my
frenchiejane: i don’t understand this essay and i have written 44 words all day and 20 of them are the title and my name. i hate these stupid poems and i hate analysing them and writing about them. i want to go out in the snow but kit is stuck at his
monchichitamberine: oooinfinityooo: hellovagirl: 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
vintagegeekculture: “An evolution strange Two tongues touch exchange A feast unknown To stone, or tree, or beast.” - May Swensen (Or machine.) The funny thing is, the Vision loves poetry, so I bet this very poem occurred to him in his first
lastwinner: Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit “Strange Fruit” is a song performed most famously by Billie Holiday, who released her first recording of it in 1939, the year she first sang it. Written by the teacher Abel Meeropol as a poem, it exposed
violentwavesofemotion: “My soul asks just solitude, my smile depends on solitude, my eyes are full of solitude and all of me is loneliness in a rebellious heart.” — Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “The Sun in Welfare Island,”
nonalimmen: “The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her.”— Gabriela Mistral, from Collected Poems & Prose; “Electra In The Mist,”
salemwitchtrials: [ID: an excerpt from ‘Nick and the Candlestick,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath “The painYou wake to is not yours.“]
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)