#Today's Poem

[callmewinged]

Off the Hook Ode

Even if the wine glass can't hold wine, it looks in one piece. Such satisfaction when we think we can fix something. No need to make a long list of fuck-ups and regrets, it'll look like everyone else's. It's not like there's a shortage of explanations. By the fourth day, the roses in the vase are experts at falling apart but they were experts before while they were still connected to the dirt. So were the beatles. Maybe only details matter: What the flames felt like before you knew they were flames, bits of the porous world, the words that made up your intimate code. How have we gotten so snarled? Sometimes thunder promises rain but it's wrong and birds fly the wrong direction so why should you worry you're turning into frost in summer? Even the wind contradicts itself and the one who thinks he has the most to say is the one doing most of the not-talking which isn't necessarily listening while the other goes on in half-asleep defiance so he gets the gist like brushing fingertips on a monument conveys great bulk and weight but look at it the angel seems just alighted to scourge twilight from the mind, let the body fill with stone. Nothing can be fixed.

~ Dean Young

#literary quotes #poetry lover #poetry #today's poem

[fandom-trash-goblin]

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!

in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image

#webweaving #webweave #poetry #aesthetic #quotes #spilled ink #poems and poetry #poems and quotes #writing #poem #spilled poetry #words #spilled thoughts #dark academia #web weaving #*mine: graphics #brought to you by my anxiety running wild and my brain deciding today's a fine; fine day to ponder on the realisation that- #- all i've been doing is failing since a past few months... years #okay tho this one looks sorta ugly #some images blurred some not; unfortunately; i dont have the diligence to correct it as of yet #we'll see #added sources - 27/3/24

[rococodeco]

When in Doubt

Sandra Cisneros

When in doubt, Wear faux leopard.

When in doubt, Err on the side of generosity.

When in doubt, Greet everyone as you would the Buddha.

When in doubt, Collect blessings from those who own nothing.

When in doubt, Absorb biographies to avoid life’s major mistakes.

When in doubt, Make life’s major mistakes.

When in doubt, Pay attention to the vendor shouting ‘Diooooos,’ Even when you find out he was only shouting, ‘Gaaaaas.’

When in doubt, Carry a handkerchief and a fan.

When in doubt, Thank everyone. Twice.

When in doubt, Heed the clouds.

When in doubt, Sleep on it.

When in doubt, Treat all sentient and insentient beings as kin.

When in doubt, Forgive us our myopia As we forgive those who are myopic against us.

When in doubt, Unreel your grief to a tree.

When in doubt, Remember this. We are all on a Caucus-race.

There is no start. No finish. Everyone wins.

#Sandra Cisneros #When in Doubt #today's poem

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

Beautiful from Ordinary Days

#EDIT: I added links to the post’s caption go click them. #I did this because people were mistaking the words as a poem. I love poems. it’s not a poem. #it’s a song from a musical that deserves more attention. go listen to the song. if you like it go listen to the musical. it’s fantastic #it’ll make you laugh and it’ll make you cry. could not recommend enough. #okay edit over. back to my og tags #long post #and I'm talking LONG like do you love the color of the sky long #today I am a nuisance to your dash #but it's in the name of art and beauty #ordinary days #musicals #paintings #art museum #post i made #i love lyrics #greatest hits

[vytriesstories]

Poem-A-Day : Day one

Step

Left foot, on the sidewalk

Step

Right foot, on the sidewalk

Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk,

Pause, to take in the view

View life on street corners

Light reflecting on it all

Sunrise above

Blossoming into day

For a change

Today

You are in awe

Wonder

The beauty of it all

Right where it's always been

Walk,

Walk home,

Hold the beauty in your mind

Today as good

As any day

To start

-Vy

#poem a day #daily poem #a poem a day #day one #today's poem

[flowerytale]

Mary Oliver, from "Why I Wake Early"

#mary oliver #poem #poems #poetry #typo #typography #fragments #quote #quotes #happiness #kindness #this is my mood today #I woke up at 6 am and I went to the beach with my dog #🤍 #*

[geryone]

I Could Die Today and Live Again, Summer Farah

#quotes #poetry #quote #poem #Summer Farah #id in alt text #preordered this collection and it came in today!!! so excited about it

[todayontumblr]

Tuesday March 21.

World Poetry Day.

Today is a celebration—but perhaps, like all celebrations, just what we are commemorating is something that we must treasure each and every day. Poetry, some might say, is just that: the treasure that artists mine from the sham and drudgery of day-to-day life. For the poet, their art is found not by searching for the exotic, mysterious, glamourous, or seductive, but by what they find before them. What is mundane and routine is as much material to be mined as life's intensities or spectacles. For the poet, the world really is their oyster. And for the rest of us, the work they produce is that very pearl. And every shade of experience, whether joy, grief, banality, intrigue, and beauty, are encapsulated in words, spaces, silence, images, and form. Whether by skill, or by chance, no one really knows, but perhaps the mess and the mystery are one and the same as its profundity. With that in mind, let's celebrate a good thing. And a good thing that is ours each and every day. It's #world poetry day.

With that in mind, we invite you to mark the day here on Tumblr. After all, there is simply no better community of poets and artists who make up this creative sphere, and the evergreen world of all things poetry is, well, your world. 

And when all is said and done, you better get writing x

#today on tumblr #world poetry day #poetry #poem #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #my writing #creative writing #writeblr #artists on tumblr

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

#my art #southern gothic #been too depressed to create anything but I’ve made this today #the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks #spilled ink #I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol #I’ve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this #not much energy for art #so I’m not gonna pressure myself to keep it up #I’m just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this #I hope ur all well <33 #the devil #by the way this isn’t meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson #but it’s inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil #I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic #god knows how long it’ll stay in a notebook haha #my comic #comics

[aboutmercy]

driveway by richard siken.

#richard siken #i think the poems he dropped today are part of the new poetry book he’s releasing later this year?? #iirc they’re autobiographical so this is 😵‍💫 #my uploads #edit: he is releasing the book NEXT year. fall 2024. this is a snippet of what’s to come i guess! #poetry

[drivemix]

1977

#lovers #70s #poetry #poems #lucifer #love #quotes #today in tumblr

[callmewinged]

Golem

Wet and weird intruder

Into the daily routine of parking lot, sidewalk, school

Letting out and you

Humped mud-covered harbinger of 

Strange underneath

Must be moved 

For your own safety, as well as for those

Clueless loud long-stalked upright beings

Clustered exclaiming around your rounded shell

Still wet with muck from whatever unknown region

You emerged from 

You felt repellant against my fingers your muscular

Wet fibrous flesh pulsing against mine

Undersides unimagined 

Skin against other skin

I transported you, your sharp beak open

In silent outrage, protesting the indignity

As the other adults watched

Bewildered by your formidable appearance

My fingers felt tainted for hours afterwards

and as the wet sky lowered

I thought of you, and your mud-mollusk shell

Totem, world-bearer

Sailor's soup and hard-backed vulnerability

Your gremlin goblin self

So native to this world, so strange.

#today #today's poem #nature encounter

[lxvenderjewel]

stars

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

it’s much more likely that it was you

sparkling even in smothering dark

even i could shine if i was next to you

we’re like the moon and sun

i’m only there because you are too

but you don’t need me to be yourself

and when i’m the moon, i rarely get to see you

we’re like light and a black hole

you glow in so many shades of blue

but of course, i suck it all up

and leave you without a clue

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

don’t you know i hung them for you?

#good omens #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #poetry #do i even write about anythng else #vanny writes poems and songs for her own enjoyment #stars #moon #sun #space #my teacher read this one out loud today #i almost died of embarrassment #like 😭😭😭

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

There was that one day in preschool.

Four years old.

A baby sister on the way.

Early afternoon meant naptime,

but I wasn’t having it.

Criss-cross applesauce on the cot,

just like they taught me.

But it was the right lesson

at the wrong time.

A scowl from Teacher.

A trip down the hall

to see the cross, bitter woman

we had come to fear.

Hushed sobs, shaking limbs.

The first time I learned

my feelings were invalid.

The first time I was told

not to cry.

""

Next, I am nine years old

Third grade.

I have a real schedule now.

Classes, homework.

Math then technology.

A trip from the hallway

to the portables.

A shiny bottle on the ground.

Shiny bottle, little treasure.

Shiny bottle covered in dirt.

Shiny bottle, all for me.

Shiny bottle for my teachers to see.

I didn’t know what they were talking about,

though no one seems to care.

No one believes the little girl,

now turned thief.

I didn’t steal anything,

I told them loud and clear.

I just wanted to go home.

All lies, they say.

A letter home.

Three lectures, three crying fits.

Another set of feelings

pushed down into a grave

and buried there.

""

Days pass,

each one bleeding into the next.

Limbs quake.

Mind clutters with insults,

with harsh retorts

for me and me alone.

I don’t know how to

hate someone who hasn’t

betrayed me.

I don’t know how to

break someone so easily,

like snapping spaghetti.

Like tearing paper

into a million tiny pieces.

-Times I was silent like hatred.

#did they hate me #or did i just need to go to sleep #they didn't believe me #just wrote this #amwriting #poets on tumblr #amwritingpoetry #female writers #poetry #new poem #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #amwriting poetry #writer #creative writing #writeblr #poem a day #today's poem #just finished #i just finished this #too numb to cry #reading and writing #original poem #original #original content #my content #don't repost #no reposts #spilled ink #spilled poetry

[itskaypea-blog]

Wait, Wait…Don’t!

By Kelcy Parrish | 6/2/22

Wake up early. …Let yourself sleep in. 

Get your daily walk in. …Be sure to let your body have rest days! 

Unfollow diet culture. …Like, Save, & Follow for Healthy Eating Habits! 

Leave Social Media. …But, be sure to post your arguments first. 

Be mysterious. …Be more authentic!! 

Stop worrying about tomorrow. …Always be prepared! 

Stop worrying about the past – it doesn’t serve you. …You can’t grow without dealing with your past demons. 

Follow your dreams! …Job security and compensation are the real dream. 

Stay at a job long enough to make an impact. …Leave your job the second they mistreat you – you don’t deserve mistreatment! 

Follow your dreams! …Don’t be such a snowflake. 

Don’t eat carbs. …Eat all the carbs! 

7-9 hours of sleep is the ideal amount for a productive day. …Sleep when your dead! 

Consume less news. …Be the first to act for injustice! 

Self care is everything. …Make time for volunteering… 

Drink 8 cups of water. …Drink 3 gallons of water a day!!

Don’t follow a diet. …Don’t over indulge too much! 

Don’t put your worth on your body image. …Be your authentic self!! 

Join a soccer league! …Don’t injure yourself in your 30’s.. 

Run a half marathon! …Don’t injure yourself trying to run too much. 

Get a pet! ….Don’t get a pet. They ruin your house.  

Don’t give into the Wedding Industry! …Put on the most unique wedding of the year! 

Speak up more at work! …Don’t be annoying at work. 

Tell them they should’ve listened to you. …Don’t be a dick. 

Stop saying your parents have a favorite child. …Speak the truth! 

Don’t watch too much TV. …Stay off your phone! 

Give 110% effort in everything you do. …Constant disappointment in others. 

Keep your standards high. …Life is better if you keep your expectations low.

Use this magic skincare treatment! …Only if it works best for your skin. 

It doesn’t matter what prenatal vitamin you use. …Just don’t use that kind. 

Do something new! …Stay inside where it’s safe. 

Join a dance class! …Get ready for motherhood. 

Being a mom is the best role in the world! …Why do I want to  become a mom again?

Our world needs more kids to change the world. …Who would bring a child into this world? 

Join a church! …But not that one. Or that one… or that one… 

Become an Educator! …Don’t take a pay cut 

Be present with them. …Stop spending your time with those who don’t understand you. 

There are no mistakes.. …Learn from your mistakes. 

Be an overachiever. …Life rewards those who fail. 

Take risks! …Don’t bite off more than you can chew. 

Move to New York! …Don’t miss moments with your family. 

Tell them you love them! …Tell them you love them. 

—--------

#poem #poetry #original poem #words #original words #dichotemy #life #this and that #today's world #today's poem #busy mind #inspiration #writing #written #thoughts #how i feel

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

#ramblings of a lunatic #dc comics #Jason Todd #batfamily #it's just a fun quirk! it's a fun lil detail and I simply cannot slight ppl for enjoying and incorporating it into works #like obviously jason isn't the only one. I'm a big believer in the batfam having over lapping interests they refuse to bond over #i know dick canonically used the robin hood stories (which are pretty flowery in their language far as i can tell) as inspo for Robin #and i know babs was a librarian and even tho her area of nerddom is characterized as more computery she probably knows quite a lot- #-about literature as well #duke is a hobbyist writer i believe? i saw a fan mention that- which if so is great and I hope he's also a nerd #(i mean he is canonically. i remember him being a puzzle nerd in his introduction. but i mean specifically a lit nerd) #damian called Shakespeare boring but also took acting classes so i think he's more of a theatre kid. #Tim's a dropout and i don't think he's ever shown distinct interest in english lit and i can't remember for Steph? #I'm ngl my brain hyperfocused on musician Steph i forget some of her other interests I'm sorry (minus softball and gymnastics!) #and then Cass had her whole (non linear but it's whatevs) arc about literacy and learning to read #went from struggling to read in batgirl 00 to memorizing Shakespeare in 'tec and is now an avid read in batgirls! #she's shown reading edgar allen poe but we don't know if it's his short stories or his poems #point to all of the above being: i know Jason's not the only lit nerd in the batfam #but also i do need him to be writing poetry in his spare time and reading and reviewing it #jason at the next dead robins society meeting: evening folks today I'll be assigning all of us poems based on laika the space dog #damian and steph who have been kidnapped and brought to jasons warehouse to hangout: LET US GO BITCH #speaking of^ random poem i think jason would like: space dog by alan shapiro #wake up one morning in an unfamiliar more mature body with a profound sense of abandonment. the last four lines. mmm tasty