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sweatermuppet · 6 months

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Blessed Be by Sol Rios, published in Ghost of my Ghosts

#was immensely honored to write the foreword for gomg!! probably my favorite poem from the entire collection #sol rios #ghost of my ghosts #currently reading #queer poetry #trans poetry #silas denver melvin #contemporary poetry #modern poetry

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sorata-ayumi · 19 days

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El sol y sus flores, Rupi Kaur

#poemas #escritos #notas #pensamientos #letras #frases #citas #sentimientos #amor #tristeza #desamor #valorarse #poesia #rupi kaur #modern poetry

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luciferslilith7 · 22 days

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"They both failed at the end-She couldn't hate him and he couldn't love her" ~Anonymous

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bones-ivy-breath · 9 months

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Inward by Yung Pueblo

#inward #yung pueblo #quote #typography #diego perez #literature #aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #celestial #the self #bodymind #stars #modern poetry #south american poets

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e-mptyflowerfields · 5 months

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I’d crawl into his ribcage if he let me, like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Revenant, I’d curl up in him like he was a dead horse and I was desperate for warmth

#cannibalism as a metaphor for love #cannibal aesthetic #the revenant #brutal winter #ethel cain #ethel cain aesthetic #rural aesthetic #southern gothic #rural gothic #regional gothic #southern goth aesthetic #poetry #modern poetry #love poem #i love him #there’s nothing more terrifying than dying cold and alone

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hacked-wtsdz · 5 months

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Modern poetry often doesn’t seem like poetry to me. If you take away the structure and write it down into a normal one-paragraph text, it takes nothing away from the poem. The author could have said it in prose better than in poetry, even. And I know that poetry is a very subjective art, with its edges blurred, with many styles and ways to express oneself. You have haikus and different kinds of rhyming poetry and blank verse. But I’ve seen many poems, and blank verse isn’t the same as putting prose in poetry format.

To me, poetry is allegory. Poetry is symbolism. Poetry is metaphor. Poetry is the ‘wine-dark sea’. You read Whitman or Margaret Atwood or Richard Siken or Mary Oliver or Anna Akhmatova, and you know that if the structure is taken away, you are left with something nearly nonsensical. You think that you’re reading, when in reality you’re looking at a painting and listening to a symphony and watching geese fly to the south.

You read Nikita Gill and think ‘yes, I agree. I agree but I don’t feel anything. You could’ve written for journals, and your talent wouldn’t have gone to waste’.

Not to upset any Nikita Gill fans but i am tired of calling something that only looks like poetry to me poetry.

#poetry #poems #modern poetry #Margaret Atwood #anna akhmatova #richard siken #walt whitman #mary oliver #contemporary poetry #also as someone raised on Russian poetry #which almost always rhymes and is always filled with metaphors and allegories and symbols #it’s hard to find things that would live up to this sort of artistry #russian poetry

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fragmentsofgrief · 3 months

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Forough Farrokhzad poetry for today

#persian literature #persian poetry #iranian cinema #modern poetry #forough farrokhzad #mahmoud darwish #foreign languages #poetry by women #poems by women #writers of color #web weaving #text post #contemporary literature #litblr #contemporary poetry #sylvia plath #joan didion #virginia woolf #farsi

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iii-han-nah-bae-iii · 1 month

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I want to lap at your tongue like the ocean waves.

I want to drown in you. I want you to fill up my lungs; every chamber, crevice and cave.

I want to sink down.

down

deep down,

in your waters as I softly hit the sand.

You are my sea, my sky and my universe.

- HB

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cryinginmelodrama · 6 months

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Sylvia Plath

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aimlesspoet · 17 days

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It's nice to go to writers' groups and just listen to what other people have to say. Each individual member is an amalgamation of a million different life experiences that inevitably influence their process of analyzing poetry. Even the original writer is this way. We can debate their meaning and intention forever, but we will never know the full picture of any poem. I think that's beautiful in some strange and deeply unnerving way, kind of like looking at the stars and realizing just how small you are.

#poetry #modern poetry #poem #poems #writing #writers #dark academia #chaotic academia #literature #reading #books #bookish #booklr #creativity

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metamorphesque · 2 years

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Azaleas, Kim Sowol 김소월

#kim sowol #quotes #literature #poetry #translated literature #korean literature #modern poetry #poems #dark academia #romantic academia #light academia #dark academia aesthetics #poem

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sweatermuppet · 6 months

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What if I’m Simply a Dirty Earthworm? What If I’m a Dirty Man, What Then? What If I’m Nothing But a Sexless Worm? by Megan Borocki, published in Beaver Magazine

[Text ID: Do you still think of when I was small catching earthworms in my socks, face smashed in the mud, my soft fingertips digging for wet bodies to throw at my brother? I still miss your voice. Do you remember when you would hold my wrist above my head hissing grow into a clean woman? /End ID]

#loved this one so much i read it to my roommate #beaver magazine #poetry #contemporary poetry #modern poetry #megan borocki

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jackshields · 6 months

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empty

all that i do feels empty, shallow, without any meaning; that is, when i do something, since recently i've been feeling like nothing. i don't know how to explain this, how to describe this using only words, but if you've been there, or are there now, you know exactly what i'm talking about. i write this having sort of given up; i say "sort of" because i still believe, but my beliefs are fading. and they will either recover, and i'll be able to be something, or they'll end up completely gone, 6 feet deep on the ground. it kind of feels weird, I have this story i'd like to complete, but no matter what, whatever i do just feels wrong, bad, horrible, not enough. yet, when writing here, it all flows down like a river on the countryside. wonder why it's like that. but coming back to the main subject, i feel empty. i am empty, without any meaning in my life, with hopes and dreams, but without achieving them. i'm empty, my mind is empty, my will is empty, and soon, all i'll be is nothing, like i've always been.

#poem #poetry #writing #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #poems #modern poetry #creative writing #improvised texts

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rayatily · 10 months

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jamerasjournal · 8 months

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Here we are, bound by a string that goes out of my heart and into yours, made of two souls twisted into one. I so often forget that you’ve been on this earthly side 10 years longer than I have. You, quiet and stoic, and me stumbling behind you, grasping for your coat tails asking questions that you always seem to have an answer for. When we first met I used to think that eventually you’d get tired of me. But if patience is a virtue, you truly are the most virtuous of us all. You’re still here.

You have one of the most beautiful hearts I’ve ever been blessed to hold. I didn’t know a chilly November night would bring me someone that would stick by my side the way you have. Everyone who knows us can feel how deeply we love each other. So deep, that many people aren’t even able to comprehend it. But we do. I moved 1000 miles away from home and the first gift Utah gave me was you. How you showed up exactly as I needed you to. It doesn’t make sense how we get on each others last nerve, but can’t stand being apart. How if we haven’t seen each other in 72 hours it feels like a puzzle piece is missing. Who else can I talk to through the sky? How intricately connected do you have to be to be able to feel each others vibrational frequencies. The way we can say, “I need you.” without a single word dropping from our lips. And yet, we always answer the call.

You’ve taught me that I don’t always have to speak, sometimes all I need to do is show up. In every season, in every storm. I’ve watched you transition from she to they. Watched the hair grow on your legs, I’ve watched your eyes light up when I tell you that you look handsome. You’ve taught me that you don’t need the same parents to be a sister, or certain body parts. That some things don’t make sense, they just are. You just are. Here for the vibes, even when you’re unwell. I know sometimes you fake it, cuz you’d do anything to keep my smile big and my eyes bright. You’d give me the world if I asked you for it. I know that’s too much, but if you smile for me one more time, I promise to pour the sweetness of life through the gaps in your teeth. You’re still here.

A psychic once told me that this is our 4th lifetime together. Thank you for finding me. It all makes sense now. I hope in the 5th one you’re not as sad. And if it so happens that the stars align and they spell out sorrow. Then I will beg and beg to take your place. That’s how much I love you. I am my sister’s keeper. And you’re still here.

You are a fighter. On the days when your spirit is bright. You are a fighter. On the days when you are stapled to the mattress with thoughts stuck in the back of your throat. You are a fighter. And you’re still here. My sister, my fiercest protector, I know there’s not too many people who love me the way you do. I am always reminded that best friends are so hard to find, because the very best friend is already mine. And you are still here.

-jamera naquai, You’re Still Here

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e-mptyflowerfields · 5 months

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I am so touched starved. I’m gonna start chewing on the fuck desk, dude. I’m gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure. Oooahhahahah. Let me out.

~ Brittany Broski

#modern poetry #brittany broski #broski nation #the broski report

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