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llovelymoonn · 8 months
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favourite poems of august
marge piercy circles on the water: selected poems of marge piercy: "for the young who want to"
marilyn chin fruit études
lisa olstein radio crackling, radio gone: "the hypnotist's daughter"
elizabeth willis address: "the witch"
jana prikryl the after party: "to tell of bodies changed"
diane seuss backyard song
alison c. rollings original [sin]
gerard malanga cornelius...cornelius gurlitt
todd boss rocket
beyza ozer to summarise a galaxy
john foy night vision: "woods"
clodagh beresford dunne ford galaxy
dorianne laux smoke: "heart"
anthony madrid like a cloud above the ravine
pascale petit swamp deer
frank o'hara maurice ravel
adonis selected poems: "desert" (tr. khaled mattawa)
sonja johanson three deer in oquossoc
melissa stein terrible blooms: "lemon and cedar"
w. s. di piero having my cards read
thomas hoagland bible study
peter campion big avalanche ravine
alberto ríos the smallest muscle in the human body: "rabbits and fire"
lena khalaf tuffaha water & salt: "mountain, stone"
josephine miles desert
jeanne murray walker invocation to convince a baby already more than twelve days overdue to come out of the womb
andrew hudgins the imagined copperhead
robert carr stargazing while sedated
mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: "blood soup"
jack collom red car goes by: selected poems 1955-2000: "bald eagle count"
mahmoud darwish to a young poet (tr. fady joudah)
kofi
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bottlecap-press · 2 years
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https://bottlecap.press/products/goodluck
From beyza ozer's chapbook, GOOD LUCK WITH THE MOON & STARS & STUFF, available from Bottlecap Press!
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uisge · 3 years
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how do I show you love when it is not attached to a video of me putting a nail to a balloon on loop? when a heart beats fast this is what I imagine. something too fast to see happen / too loud to forget & from here, the ground, we are beginning to look like lightning or the frameworks of buildings too far away or the line where the lake meets the sky. you are every 1996 space exploration gone right & I am waiting for you to come home with a backpack filled with moon rock & stardust to keep around our apartment. we find small jars to hide behind our pillows & fill every corner with something only we have touched / the rest in our cat’s fur. you remind me of something like a firefly underneath my tongue with so much spark I am finally able to live out my dream of becoming some sort of lighthouse even though sometimes I fall back into a dark galaxy of faults. it isn’t always possible to jam sharp stars into the round holes of us. I want to tell you that SpaceX named a platform for rockets to land on  Just Read the Instructions & another Of Course I Still Love You & wouldn’t it be nice to be still in the water for once
beyza ozer, ‘To Summarize a Galaxy’
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Kimsenin görmediği yerden bak bana. Kimsenin görmediği yerlerden anla. Beni duy. Sessiz çığlıklarımı, mağrur kaçışlarımı anla. Bir bir törpüle ruhuma batan köşelerimi, sivri uçlarımı. Sokağımdan geç, bak nasıl kirli duvarlarım.🦋
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wintryblight · 3 years
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At the beginning, I would like to thank you for running this blog because it’s truly a safe space full of beautiful words 🤍 If I could ask, do you know any poems about feeling distant, as if you were a stranger when talking to your mother?
thank you so much for your kind message anon <3 here are some poems about feeling alienated & distant from one’s mother that i hope you enjoy reading. i hope this blog can continue to be a safe space for you.
Sharon Olds, “Wonder as Wander” | I do not know her, / and for all my staring, I have not seen her
Sharon Olds, “The Music” | I had thought I would falter if I forgave my mother, / as if, then, I would lose her
Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay” | You remember too much, / my mother said to me recently. / Why hold onto all that? And I said, / Where can I put it down?
Lee Ann Roripaugh, “#to my mother's dementia #kaze no denwa” | I’ve always pined for you / like an unrequited love / though I / was never beautiful enough / for you
beyza ozer, “on holding rosewater” | We fight so hard. We open the tops of / each other’s heads and watch the birds / fly out.
Chen Chen, “In the Hospital” | My mother was in the hospital / & I didn’t want to be her friend.
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catilinas · 3 years
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Beyza Ozer
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bostonpoetryslam · 5 years
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I write my eulogy on the ceiling of my bedroom so I never have the impulse to look up. Cremation is forbidden but where else would I go? No darkness from the ground will put me to rest. Allah lütfen let me lift this body to the moon.
Beyza Ozer, “It’s Ongoingness,” published in Anomaly
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woundgallery · 5 years
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missedstations · 3 years
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“on holding rose water” - beyza ozer
My family never stopped migrating. We fight so hard. With each other and ourselves. Don’t talk about that. Not now. There is never a good time and I learn that songs are the only moments that last forever. But my mother always brings me the instant coffee my dede drank before he died. She wraps it so carefully in a plastic bag from the market that we go to when Caddebostan feels unreachable. We don’t talk about that. Or the grief. Or my short hair. I want to know what dede would have said. I want to know that he can feel the warm wind too if he tried. We fight so hard. We open the tops of each other’s heads and watch the birds fly out. We still don’t talk about my dede.
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allloversbetray · 7 years
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ETCH INTO ME with the pocketknife you bought me our first Christmas. Read me a script about two lovers who find a sea & decide to go their separate ways after years of glitter & dried flower petals. Play me the song you sing to Willa as she drifts off the sleep in a bed too big for her body. Remind me of the shitty pizza place near your old carpeted apartment, how two summers ago Mark actually ate there & enjoyed it, the east coast accent you heard as he ordered. Take me where you want to go but only if you actually want me there, or leave me here to swim. Tell me I can handle it. Draw me a map & point to which city will make me fall in love with its sounds, its colors, anything that will bring my thoughts back to you.
from Beyza Ozer’s Three Poems, published in Cosmonaut Avenue
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lukesunbornn · 2 years
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hi i made a list of some of my favorite poems :)
the world is about to end and my grandparents are in love by Kara Jackson
And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So by Wendy Xu
i have found what you are like by e.e. cummings
I Think Love is Something That Happens to Other People by Michael Gray
Filling Spice Jars as Your Wife by Kai Coggin
Love Letter by Nathalie Handal
I Am Offering this Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
What It Looks Like To Us and the Words We Use by Ada Limón
The Bug by Tommye Blount
You, Therefore by Reginald Shepherd
Here, There Are Blueberries by Mary Szybist
How to Build a Thing by Marya Hornbacher
Soup is One Form of Salt Water by Heather Christle
Lies About Sea Creatures by Ada Limón
Song of the Anti-Sisyphus by Chen Chen
you shall above all things be glad and young by e.e. cummings
Your Catfish Friend by Richard Brautigan
Love Poem for Bathsheba by Dorothea Lasky
Portrait of My Gender as [Inaudible] by Meg Day
King Friday and the Land of Make Believe by Kenyatta Rogers
To Summarize a Galaxy by Beyza Ozer
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sarahwroteathing · 4 years
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Pretty Words: Marvel Writing Challenge
Because life is hard, words are pretty, and deadlines make writing easier sometimes. 
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All prompts are quotes from poems that made me smile, and I want to share that feeling! Let’s help spread some positivity together!
Deadline: December 1 - 10, 2020
Please tag me in and/or send me your finished work, so I can link your story on the challenge masterlist (and send you some love)! 
Guidelines (Please Read Before Joining):
1. You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it would be nice!
2. Reader inserts only please (2nd or 3rd person, please. I can’t bring myself to read 1st person POV)
3. This is a Marvel challenge, so stick to those characters.
4. One shots are preferred, but if you feel yourself spiraling into series territory, more power to you. Only the first chapter will be expected as part of the writing challenge.
5. If your story exceeds 500 words, please use a “read more” link. 
6. Tag your stories appropriately! That means posting warnings up top and tagging the correct main pairing on the bottom. Let people know what they’re getting into.
7. The purpose of this challenge is to spread joy, so please give me happy endings. You can knock me out with some angst if you wish, as long as everyone’s happy by the end. 
8. Feel free to spice things up if you’re so inclined, but steer clear of graphic smut, please. Implied or vague/atmospheric is totally fine.  
9. My Please Don’ts: no dark!fics, underage, non-con, a/b/o, or main pairing cheating. 
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! 
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*Please send me an ask with your prompt and character to claim it. Two people may write for the same prompt only if they are writing for different characters.
*Prompts are intended as inspiration - jumping off points. Please place the prompt in the Author’s Note, but not the actual story. And have fun! There’s no pressure to directly interpret the quote you choose. Follow wherever it leads you. 
Prompts:
1. “...No matter how stalled I seem, some crank in me tightens the whirly-spring each time I see your face so thank you for aiming it my way...” Dean Young, “Easy as Falling Down Stairs”
Then. Now. Always. by @gogolucky13​​ (Bucky Barnes)
2. “through late afternoon a bus journeys west, the windshield flashing pink, pink glancing off of metal, brushing the demented flank  of blue, beat-up enamel;” Elizabeth Bishop, “The Moose”
3. “To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you.” Rita Dove, “Cozy Apologia”
@starlightbucky​ with Bucky Barnes
4. “in the evening, after the day has refused to testify, we shall be examined on love like students who don’t even recall signing up for the course and now must take their orals, forced to speak for once from the heart and not off the top of their heads.” Thomas Centolella, “In the Evening We Shall Be Examined on Love”
@absentmindeduniverse​ with Bucky Barnes
5. “...you had me at no duh.” Dora Malech, “Love Poem”
6. “Unarmed, now see me saunter past Ticking Baggage, Loaded Questions, Gangs of Doubt; my love equips me. I swear, ever since your cheeky face span round I trust this whole bloody world.” Caroline Bird, “The Amnesty”
@redrookrising​ with Bucky Barnes
7. “so i hope that you laugh and drink a little too much and kiss people who make you feel seen” Madisen Kuhn, “vanilla”
8. “For the years I lived on coffe and bread, Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday Like a woman journeying for water From a village without a well, then living One or two nights like everyone else On roast chicken and red wine.” Tracy K. Smith, “The Good Life”
9. “My thoughts about you are not exactly forbidden, but exalted because they are useless, not intended to get you because I have you & you love me.” Eileen Myles, “Peanut Butter”
10. “Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, And the river we’re eyeing burn to gold as they run; Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.” John Clare, “Autumn”
Golden Hour  by @indominusregina​​ (Steve Rogers)
11. “I’d like to crack this safe, this cache of joy,  Cramming my head with light, Dismembering every fraction like a toy. Then start, head-on and sure of being right, To make it all come true - This time, my way, and new.” Adrienne Rich, “Travail et Joie”
12. “open a book, turn to the story of a grand estate, a comet, a prince, and a woman who thinks she knows her own heart but is only looking through a window at a summer storm that might never end.” Barbara Hamby, “The Dream of the Dacha”
13. “Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor; Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door; The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far: I trim it well, to be the wanderer’s guiding star.” Emily Brontë, “The Visionary”
14. “Sometimes when I’m lonely, Don’t know why, Keep thinkin’ I won’t be lonely By and by.” Langston Hughes, “Hope”
@captainchrisstan​ with Bucky Barnes
15. “you remind me of something like a firefly underneath my tongue with so much spark I am finally able to live out my dream of becoming some sort of lighthouse even though sometimes I fall back into a dark galaxy of faults.” Beyza Ozer, “To Summarize a Galaxy”
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bottlecap-press · 2 years
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From beyza ozer’s chapbook, Good Luck with the Moon & Stars & Stuff, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/good-luck-with-the-moon-stars-stuff-by-beyza-ozer
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seravph · 3 years
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if its not too much to ask, but what are your favorite poems/books that are about tender love?
sorry for the late response i saw this earlier but I’m dumb as shit n forgot to respond lol 👍
ill preface by saying that a lot of the books I read arent straight up romance and the love in them is often undermined with tragedy bc I’m a sucker for a sad ending lol
Books*:
Giovannis room
The song of Achilles
Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe
Jane Eyre
The Color Purple (the romance isn’t central but it did awaken something in me)
Autobiography of red
Sputnik Sweetheart (this isn’t the best example but the romantic prose in this book makes me go crazy)
Letters to Milena
The romance between Marius and Cosette in Les Miserables is unparalleled even if u don’t get to it until like 700 pages in lol
*Most of these books aren’t about tender love but they certainly feature it <3
Poetry:
Scheherazade by Richard Siken
25 Lives by Tongari
Acknowledgements by Danez Smith
Mad Girls love song by Sylvia Plath
10 love letters by clementine von radics
Loving like an existentialist by Savannah Brown
Song of the anti-Sisyphus by Chen Chen
The end of poetry by Ada limon
Dulzura by Sandra Cisneros
To summarize a galaxy by beyza ozer
To you by Frank o’hara
Song of a second April by Edna st. Vincent Millay
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Subject Here
"Ağlayanı güldürebilmek;ağlayanla, ağlamaktan daha değerliymiş..."
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wintryblight · 3 years
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hii i just want to say firstly what you are doing is so special so thank you and do you having any poems about the grief of losing a parent/father?
hi anon! thank you so much for your generosity & kindness. here are some poems about grieving a parent/father. i have made 2 previous compilations about general grief here and here. i hope you enjoy reading!
Victoria Chang, “OBIT [Frontal Lobe]” | At the funeral for / his words, my father wouldn’t stop / talking and his love passed through me
Victoria Chang, “OBIT [Caretakers]” | On the other side, glass can bloom. My / father is on the other side of the wall.
Hayan Charara, “Ode on an Abandoned House” | May you live forever, / may you bury me.
Tina Chang, “My Father. A Tree” | Father, I know you are here, / the only place you must be, / where the heavy branches / lean into bright air.
A. Van Jordan, “Afterward but not Afterword” | Later I lower my head to my father’s chest, / the hollow where I hear his heart stop
beyza ozer, “on holding rosewater” | But my mother / always brings me the instant coffee my / dede drank before he died
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