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mooberryink · 2 years
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》𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕠 QOTD 》What’s one thing you want to do before spring turns to summer? We’re in the final week of na/glopowrimo & here are some of the prompts I’ve been working on & reworking over the past week. Inspiration has been as low as my mood lately, so thank you for putting up with my shares, book community. I’ve been holed up in my den & I need to get out into this spring sunshine. xo Noelani 4.10 》Write a love poem. 4.11 》Write a poem about a very large thing. 4.12 》Write a poem about a very small thing. Form: haibun 4.13 》Write a “good fortune” poem. 4.14 》Write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Form: haiku 5/7/5 Painting: Water Lilies by Claude Monet, 1907 #napowrimo #glopowrimo #nationalpoetrymonth #poetrymonth #poetry_addicts #shortpoems #poetlife #writingpoems #poetrypage #poetrylife #bookstagramlife #nonbookishpost #nonbookpost #totalbooknerd #constantreader #lovepoem #poemsaboutlove #claudemonet #monet #impressionistic https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc0-m9lPSFw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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authorrichardwhite · 2 months
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sircharlesthepoet · 2 years
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Common Philosophy
How does a snake know of flying?How does an eagle know of crawling?If they’ve spent their entire life among their companionsDiscussing philosophy, discovery, with like-minded individuals? How do we use our minds to improve society if these same minds have dragged society to the rubbles that it currently lays in? This piece is from a poem that I’m considering releasing as a part of a poetry…
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psychotickenesis · 8 months
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☆ HAPPY 30th BDAY TO TH BESTIE @writingpoems ☆
u should buy her a shot ... pp @ mvictm
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yamspoken · 2 years
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La Jaula Sin Barras
El tiempo pasara y toda vía esperamos para alguien que abre la puerta sin llave.
Cuando esteremos libres?
I no longer want to be seen as an experiment.
Soy una poeta con ningún razon de darle mi corazón al mundo.
And yet I open my chest and hand it freely.
Quería el mundo para yo misma.
Until I met the eyes with the same grief.
It was everyone around me.
La pobreza comiendo las migajas del los ricos.
¿Porque?
My heaven has become a battlefield.
The ones with too many errors do not meet the requirements to the good seatings.
If there are no references,
you get no entrance.
Dime por que tengo que sufrir en la tierra que dios me puso a vivir.
I am an experiment.
un experimento de Dios.
I am not an experiment.
No soy la esclava para este mundo corrupto.
- Ashley Yamileth
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Paura, angoscia, ansia e catarsi Fear, anguish, anxiety and catharsis . . . #poesia#poem#ansia#paura#a goscia#catarsi#fear#anxiety#anguish#catharsis#scrivopoesie#writingpoems#scrivere#frasi#pensieri#parole#amore#words#thoughts#love#poesiacontemporanea#poesiaitaliana#igwriters#instapoems#guarireconlapoesia#scrivereemozioni#grasibelle#frasitumblr#crescitapersonale#guarire https://www.instagram.com/p/CRdx2VSsyiZ/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Not You Anymore
Love will never be you once again And I keep telling my heart That I don’t want it to be you
Love will be an alarm clock In the mornings when I do not want to get up yet, But it’s not your kiss that will wake me up anymore
Love will be a cup of coffee In the afternoons when work gets stressful, But it’s not your smile that will calm me down anymore
Love will be a sweet lullaby In the evenings when I could not sleep, But it’s not your voice that will softly sing to me anymore
Love will be a thick, comforting blanket In the midnights when I feel so cold, But it’s not your embrace that will keep me warm anymore
My love, even if I still want you, I know deep inside my heart That it will never be you once again
— Hughie Lane G. Gaupo
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thesunshinenotebook · 3 years
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When I’m having a bad day,
I just put you on replay
And soon I’m ok.
The music gets me inspired.
I want to make worlds,
Just to go higher.
Even if I’m tired,
I’m full of energy
And so I’m ready
To be me.
I want to hear your song all night.
School starts going extra slow.
I spend twenty minutes on a question I know.
The music is the only thing on my mind.
It’s all confusing;
I still feel fueled,
But so ill-timed.
School lasts all day long
And my night is burned on the song.
I have nothing to do with the ideas, you see,
I run out of time to be me.
This is like a drug.
It’s like a medicine,
But I’m addicted.
It helps me,
Heals me,
But too much only gets me hurt.
Now I’m sick and burned.
Like chocolate,
I can’t get enough of you
Until I’m liking awake
With a bad stomachache
And I can’t help but think,
“What did I do?”
I need to balance on this narrow tightrope.
You inspired me to take the best of life,
Make the best of life,
So I just need to stop,
Focus,
Hit reset,
And full speed ahead.
You’re my fuel
As long as I’m careful
So you don’t become my engine fire.
As long as I don’t start a fire,
You can only bring me higher.
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leescoresbies · 4 years
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top 5 horror books (or 10 if you're willing) and top 5 all-time-fav characters
OH MAN that first one is a good one. 
the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson
the shining, stephen king
the southern reach trilogy, jeff vandermeer (this counts okay it’s ecohorror)
fledgling, octavia butler 
apple and knife, intan paramaditha (short story collection, AMAZING)
frankenstein in baghdad, ahmed sawaadi
the ballad of black tom, victor lavalle
white is for witching, helen oyeyemi (this counts right???)
lovecraft country, matt ruff 
it, stephen king....... i don’t want to talk about it. 
top 5 favorite characters ever:
sherlock holmes
lyra silvertongue
one esk nineteen from ancillary justice
jadzia dax
remus lupin........
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throughscreendoors · 4 years
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coronas (4.18, major edit 1.9.21, 1.10.21)
Through my digital window I look upon the newly dead and the trees outside stand still. I hear birdsong and leave the glass slid open all day but for one shut hour when I add to the count, a feathery thwack refracting into the bush.
Through the isosceles aperture of terracotta roof and leaning palms I glimpse the downtown skyline, the sun sunk save its mirrored light on a sighing skyscraper, silver alchemized into gold. What’s surreal is only that I forgot to notice; that I granted begetting at all.
The system has no glow. Look closer and even light disintegrates: one thing happens then another, then another until being is more happening, iterating away to the terminal question of whether the self even is an is at all.
As clouds eclipse the moon I note I lack the courage to stare down coronas. I am fearful equally of antisepsis and bright revelation. At night I become vampire after my own heart, ring around numinous void.
It seems cruel to dare a body so small stand before something great but in this patterning there are equations for all angles. In transformation, find baptism. Even cruelty is smiling projection.
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authorrichardwhite · 2 months
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Healing Mental Health with the Power of Poetry: A Therapeutic Journey
Image by Freepik Written by @RWhiteAuthor In a world where mental health struggles are increasingly prevalent, the healing power of poetry offers a beacon of hope. Poetry, with its ability to express the depths of human emotion in beautifully crafted words, has emerged as a powerful tool for those grappling with mental health challenges. In this blog post, we’ll explore the transformative…
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sircharlesthepoet · 3 years
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Young Blood
A trick of blood trickling down my palms,Give me your hands Your soul strapped in the barrettes clipping your hair shutIt longs to scream, shout and fly with the cloudsBut you won’t let it. A sinister flower killing your light little by littleSurrender all of you, as you do every day,And taste my blood; the soul of youth.Retrieving the truth long lost in your soul Let me bestow youth upon…
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psychotickenesis · 11 months
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Goth x bimbo solidarity @writingpoems
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Recent work. (C) transparentdandelion
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yamspoken · 2 years
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Glory to Misconceptions
Blind since the womb;
my father said I've always been too clumsy.
We’ve never had a good relationship.
who gets along with stuck up individuals anyway?
I never meant to be a disappointment.
I'm lost, truly. 
I attempt to listen to myself 
feel empathetic, 
hand all gratitude to life,
then nothing and everything feels lame without drugs.
I am at peace,
but the struggle is hitting me. 
What have I done? 
- A.Y.
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heart-awake · 5 years
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Dream(less)
Sometimes I fear
I will never find happiness
For the dreams which once existed
In the depths of my imagination
Are now gone
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