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amo-ridere · 2 years

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"A Whim" As you recall, the Mother says her sons exist on a whim....yeah. #SignedAndDated #NoTWs #APoemToMakeYouThink #Poetry #PoetryTwitter #WrittenByImplications #poetsofig #musings #AWhim #NoSidesTaken #blood #androphobia #mothersdilema #freeverse #longpoem #writtenonthefly #timesnewroman #idlepoem #suchisexistence https://www.instagram.com/p/CfOqFT9r3Jz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#signedanddated #notws #apoemtomakeyouthink #poetry #poetrytwitter #writtenbyimplications #poetsofig #musings #awhim #nosidestaken #blood #androphobia #mothersdilema #freeverse #longpoem #writtenonthefly #timesnewroman #idlepoem #suchisexistence

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fixquotes · 3 months

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"I think of my peace paintings as one long poem, with each painting being a single stanza"

- Robert Indiana

#quotes #qotd #quoteoftheday #peacepoems #artfulstanzas #robertindiana #longpoem #singlestanza

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pillowstalker44 · 1 year

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Just a fun little poem/ rant I came up with at 3am

The power of an adjective

I know what it’s like to feel sad,

Yet I don’t know what it’s like

To feel grief

Or do I?

I’ve known people who’ve died

Yet when I cry about it I don’t

Call that grief or mourning

So that begs the question,

Are you experiencing an emotion

If you don’t know

The feelings’ name?

When writing tales we take

Care to use the most brilliant

Words our minds can dream of

Yet, when experiencing what we write about we don’t feel those words.

When you win are you ‘overjoyed’

or just happy?

When you lose are you

‘On the brink of tears’ or just sad?

So, if the tears we shed mean so little why do we bother shedding them at all?

Or if they mean so much that they can be described as how we write them, why can’t I feel that emotion that is written.

Or maybe the absence of that feeling is the emotion.

You’re so overwhelmed with the moment that only the people who can put the whispers of the wind

into words on a page

can truly express what it is to feel.

The reason that we use these big, expressive words is not to be fancy,

but instead it is proof

that over the years, humanity has found the need to express their feelings in the biggest words they can dream of.

The power of an adjective is that it can be so big and mean so little, or be so small and mean so much.

-A

#Poem #longpoem #wtfistjis #Idk #lol #adjectibes #Adjectives #words #poet #funsies #arson

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kalpnasinghchitnis · 2 years

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With her walking stick, she scribbles the memories of millenniums/ on still nights, she travels in all directions and collects /the relics of the fallen stars, her ancestors... "The Earth Remembers," a 111-line poem, published with my artwork in SpillWords on World Environment Day. Many thanks to the editors @spillwordspress for always creating space for my works no matter how small or big. #worldenviornmentday #poetry #earth #evolution #planet #enviornment #enviornmentaljustice #deforestation #globalwarming #climatechange #ClimateAction #savethesoil #unitednations #globalsustainblegoals #poem #longpoem #mustread #poetsofinstagram #poetrryofinstagram #ksc #theearthremembers https://www.instagram.com/p/Cec0nUnrQlr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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benezie · 5 months

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Don't Call Us Dead - Danez Smith

At the start of this brutally sincere collage of stories of violence to black communities, especially through HIV, Danez Smith invokes a Drake bar, which is so goddamn hilarious and so perfect. As I started to read this book I listened to a podcast called VS, which happened to be hosted by Danez Smith. At the start, Franny Choi asks Danez how they would describe their poems. Danez says "NSFW, not suitable for whites", and I couldn't stop laughing. I'm blown away at Danez's ability to talk about such horrific violence while still maintaining joy and humor, often very concealed, like their usage of the phrase "other mouth" to refer to their asshole. While it is poetic and meaningful, it is funny! Poetry is a deep cut sprinkled with joy! summer, somewhere - a perfect longpoem with a narrative. Through the narrative, there is a feeling that something has been lost, that the summer in the beginning of the poem will never be able to be returned to.

Dinosaurs in the Hood - An imagining

a note on Vaseline - Oh my god! Vaseline as lineage! Vaseline as lube but also as a familiarly used tool.

a note on the phone app that tells me how far I am away from other men's mouths, & even the black guy's profile reads sorry, no black guys - A fantastic poem that talks about dating app sex, insecurity, and how blackness intersects with these issue.

everyone on the apps says they hate the app but no one stops

i sit on the face of a man i just met / he whispers his name in my lower mouth / i sing a song about being alone

fear of needles - I recently began getting tested regularly, and the fear since my first test replicates in all the others. it doesn't go away. below is the full poem.

instead of getting tested / you take a blade to your palm / hold your ear to the wound

blood hangover - a poem on contracting HIV. I wish I felt like I could say more, but I think you should just read the poem again.

if you trace the word diagnosis back enough / you'll find destiny / / trace it forward, find diaspora

a note on the body - this is perfect poem that hurts.

you tragic, misfiring bird

last notes, Danez Smith is one of the only nonbinary poets I have read, and yet gender (in what I have read) isn't present in their work. In their books, there seems to be a deliberate lack of the use of pronouns, same with on the podcast. Not sure about what that means, but I also think that the world of literature doesn't care that much about non-binary poetry, I think a lot of people view poetry as either essentialized through gender (thinking about how people talk about Sylvia Plath) or as managing to escape it entirely.

#books

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cppsheffield · 1 year

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Centre for Poetry and Poetics, Autumn 2022 Series Presents: Emma Bolland, Rachel Genn.

The Diamond LT6, Thursday, 13 October 2022 at 18:30

Rachel Genn is a senior lecturer at Manchester Writing School and University of Sheffield. Formerly a Neuro-scientist, she was a Royal Society Fellow at UBC, Canada and has written two novels: THE CURE, (2011) and WHAT YOU COULD HAVE WON (2020). She was Leverhulme Artist-in-Residence (2016) creating a quasi-institution called THE NATIONAL FACILITY FOR THE REGULATION OF REGRET, spanning installation and interac-tive art, VR and film (ASFF 2016), presented together at SXSW, 2017. She has non-fiction in Granta, Los Angeles Review of Books, Aeon, and The New Statesman and is currently working on a collection of non-fiction about her family’s injuries, fighting and addiction to regret.

Emma Bolland is an artist and writer employing experimental approaches to inter-genre / interdisciplinary writ-ing, speaking, and reading. This includes an investigation of the problematics and ambiguities of an expanded understanding of translation—between languages and language codes, and between voice, ear, and page. Other methods include works on paper, moving-image, performance, collaborations, and events, and they have paint-ings and other works in public collections. They are interested in the wider politics of communication, and the conflicts between medical and social models of disability. They are co-edit 'intergraphia books', an experimental press with forthcoming titles by Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo, Sascha Akhtar, Mark Goodwin, Jan Hopkins, and more. They teach Fine Art at Sheffield Hallam and Bolton Universities, and are a tutor for the Poetry School. Recent artworks include a commission for the exhibition imPerfekt at the MEWO Kunsthalle Mem-mingem in Germany in 2021, and recent publications include their collection Over, In, and Under (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2019). Their hybrid longpoem/novella Instructions from Light will be published by JOAN Publishing later this year.'

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tatianareallyknows · 3 years

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When the world’s crumbling

and the skies are falling down

and there’s nothing left to be said,

if this is the end,

let us fall apart then.

Our bodies will be aching,

until we finally meet death,

let us hope for a better beginning then.

When everything’s falling apart,

between you and I,

when there’s nothing left but misery,

resentments come back to life.

I’ll never forget though,

the day we met,

so pure and innocent as it was.

But now the world is crumbling

and the skies are falling down

and there’s nothing left to be said.

Because our hearts won’t stop aching,

until we finally meet death

and if there’s a new beginning,

let’s hope for a sweeter one

where we already meet in heaven.

-Tatiana Flores, 30.12.2020

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carminamasoliver · 3 years

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Another extract from ‘Circles’, published by Burning Eye Books and featuring as part of Living Record Festival. My piece is available to listen to for £5, which includes a PDF to be printed at home, intended as an activity to complete whilst listening. Plus, you get access to the live Zoom Q&A on Friday 12th February. You can find out all the details from the link in my bio. Throughout this month-long festival, you can use the discount code LIVINGRECORD to get 25% off the book ‘Circles’ (published by @burningeyebooks) from my Big Cartel shop. @livingrecordproductions have also launched a gifting scheme to help make it all more affordable, whereby each ticket can be gifted up to 10 times at a 25% discount. Support artists and please have a look at the programme, containing over 40 artists. ❤️ #livingrecordfestival #digitalartsfestival #onlinetheatrefestival #digitalarts #creativeplatform #binaural #audiodrama #soundscape #shortfilm #spokenword #digitalpoetry #digitalstortelling #2021 #virtualtheatrespace #virtualtheatre #spokenword #poetry #poem #longpoem #longformpoem #loss #love #emotions #mentalhealth #mindfulness #mindfulnesspractice #colouringin #mindfulnessactivity #circles #burningeyebooks #burningeyepoet Thanks also to the festival partners: @Spun_Glass @FringeReview @Chewboyprods @ace_national @ThePlaceBedford @LDNPlaywrights @DYSPLA_Festival (at The Internet) https://www.instagram.com/p/CK9hBnQBtBt/?igshid=wi7l7o76sbfy

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enternalempires · 4 years

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8/13/2020

Death will wrap her arms around me one day and I will cry myself a bath of sorrow; I don’t know when or how or why but she will, and I am terrified of leaving so many people behind.

I have so many loved ones that I will no longer be able to hold, that my phantom limbs will just pass through them as if they have been brushed by a wind-filled hug.

My triplet brother, I love him more than I love books and as a point to my overflowing shelves, that says a lot. But I have been faced with his death; with the prospect of never seeing him again.

It does not scare me like it used to.

It would not break me as bad as it once would.

My triplet sister; my protector; my best friend. There are so many things I would tell her, so many things that when I look around I can see the ghost of her smile egging me or the echo of her laugh as I do something a little strange.

She would know what to say. What to do.

She is the strongest one out of us all, but even I have to wonder: will she still be able to look in the mirror after I’m gone? We share the same face— the same hands, feet, freckles. The same nose and eyes. The same sadness.

What will become of her when I am gone? This is the question I am most scared of. This is the question that makes tears betray my eyes as they fall.

Because what if I don’t go first.

It’s a 50/50 chance.

It is selfish, I admit, to want to die first in a world colder than whatever dirt I will be buried in. Yet I also admit that if she were to go first, I’d be one step closer to death anyway.

How long can someone stay alive when their heart is ripped from their chest?

#death #love #family #cry #sorrrow #end of life #suicide #depression #poem #longpoem #siblings

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alettertopoetry · 4 years

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Shutting the door; a memoir

“I am doing just fine without you.”

Should be the most painful thing you should ever have to hear.

Witnessing that someone has moved on to the satisfactory sunsets, better people to gaze upon;

this should be the reason your heart breaks in the middle of a long night when you rest your eyes upon their vacant pillow,

it should be why you miss them at odd times of the day in the middle of a coffee shop,

it is why you can’t breathe when the familiar scent of them passes you by in a corner store and you can’t help but search for them until the skies grow distant.

And you wonder why they just couldn’t meet you halfway

“I have moved on.”

Should be something you feel oceans tumble over, not their lips

They are the words you hear before a chest is emptied of their anonymity.

As you try to picture their body against another’s,

in a different bed with different sheets of a

different lover.

You realize

This is something you, a month ago, never thought you would hear even in the light of day

It crossed your mind a few times at night as you lay awake peering through your curtains at the blurry street lights, as you wondered,

“Could I be free?”

But the sun never rose on a different horizon

You were always in love, even if it were captivity for just a few hours of the night.

You never anticipated the walls crumbling.

You were only a mountain in their horizon.

And you cannot reverse it. They are gone.

They have moved onto stronger mountains, the powerful ones

Ones that can hurt them

Oh, and how you hope that they do

You hope that they grab them by the neck and strangle them against every earthly planet and every indestructible wind.

By God, you pray they hear what broke your heart on that night months ago

You hope the sheets and the bedframe they rest in collapses into a void of burning, broken soullessness, black enough to crush their bones into dust and build them back together, but this time with the thoughts of you and not the faceless creature that pries their clothes off in the singing night.

Thoughts just strong enough,

to miss you.

#longpoetry #longpoem #poem #poetry #poetryaddict #writing #writingaddict #poetscommunity #poets #poets of tumblr #tumblrpoetry #sadpoetry #breakuppoetry #breakuppoem #sadpoem

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amo-ridere · 2 years

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"Finding Out What's Wrong" Let the record state, I am probably more terrified of doctors. And my fears are justified. #Iatrophobia #WrittenOnTheFly #RealitySubext #PoetryTwitter #MedicalDistrust #medicalwoes #poetsofig #longpoem #freeverse #signedanddated https://www.instagram.com/p/CdmSwDPpxoL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#iatrophobia #writtenonthefly #realitysubext #poetrytwitter #medicaldistrust #medicalwoes #poetsofig #longpoem #freeverse #signedanddated

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madeofverses · 4 years

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Coffee shop

You look for a table inside the coffee shop,

you turn around to pull a chair for your lover,

just to find yourself standing

alone.

You sigh , occupying the corner table;

at least you won’t be seen now.

“Fate” you whisper,

as you draw breaths from old memories,

the same place,

the same table,

the same chair,a

in which he’d sat,

and then you wonder if he will come again,

‘I hope,’ you whisper.

Love never felt this easy;

when you are sure that it won’t be coming back.

When you know that your heart will skip beats on random reminisences,

or people who look similar to them,

or smell like them,

the lover.

When you know that it is just a feeling within your soul,

you deceived yourself in materializing.

‘Deluded’, you will whisper,

and you will regret having named someone after love.

And then

you will decide not to name people after calamities.

for love has always been the greatest of them all.

You will decide not to label them after feelings.

You will decide never to do that again,

or even feel them,

because names,

are calamities too.

And the trepidation of past along the curves of your present shall split your world.

But not into two for breaking knows no evenness.

You look out of the window

and see two lovers passing by.

You wonder how only few minutes can make you despise love.

But maybe today you will look at the world,

holding more bones and love than your beloved ever could.

You will feel the love outside,

not walking inside your skin.

You will call it dead,

as it builds a home inside you.

A home with locked doors

and closed windows.

🍁

#love poem #alone with my thoughts #coffeeshop #hey look a text post #exerpts from a book i'll never write #exerpt from a story i'll never write #newbie #writeblr #words n stuff #writers #writing #reflection #poemporn #longpoem

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nikentaurista · 5 years

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Tidak sembarang aku memberi hati untuk sampai ditangan yang sebenarnya dia beruntung. Sudah mantap mencintai diri sendiri sampai sendiri terlalu lama merasa cukup--tidak ada masalah karena aku yang mau. Namun tidak bisa dielak untuk seharusnya ada yang mengisi bagian-bagian ruang kosong. Maka betapa beruntunglah dia mencintai dengan perasaan percaya diri--meyakini kepada diri sendiri bahwa hadirnya melengkapiku. Kedatangannya akan menjadi sebuah pesta dan dikemas cerita setelahnya. Terpujilah dia mencintai penuh keberanian; bila cinta itu lenyap di suatu masa, paling hanya tersentak tidak sampai menghakimi hidup dan menghukum diri. Sebab cinta yang datang dengan dibungkus keberanian dapat menggerakkan hati untuk tumbuh berkelanjutan dengan cara yang baik. Cinta yang diselimuti perjuangan-perjuangan akan menambah kuat melangkah hadapi hari yang tidak akan pernah sama. Sebab langkah perjalanan bila bersama seseorang yang membawa ketakutan dan pesimis akan menciptakan permulaan untuk menyerah di kemudian hari. Sementara jika menyelam didasar kedalaman cinta, cinta tidak hanya soal rasa. Bukan aku cinta kita menikah. Tidak begitu cara kerja mencintai. Cinta itu berlapis, permukaannya ialah bentuk sayang. Maka bila ada yang datang seperti aku jelaskan, aku izinkan meski tidak bisa aku pastikan semudah kamu mengetuk pintu.

- Niken Taurista

#niken #puisi #cinta #nikentaurista #sajak #love #poem #syair #prosa #life #poetry #longpoem #poemaddict #poemlovers #poetrylovers #sastra #puisiindonesia

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nyborbwerdna · 4 years

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Swipe to finish. This is the first #sestina I wrote. Head's up in case you wanna write one, they're tough as fuck to get down. Good writing prompt, though. If you haven't done one and you're a poet, look up the form and try it out. Great mental exercise. Riposte. . Follow @nyborbwerdna and please support me through Patreon, link in bio. . . . . . #poetry #poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #quoteoftheday #dailyquotes #wordporn #creative #creativewriting #art #artistssupportingartists #poem #poems #original #shortpoem #longpoem #torontopoets #torontopoetry #canadianpoetry #poeticforms #nietzsche #twilightoftheidols #philosophy #existential #existentialism (at Kyoto, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Ws4Hng-WI/?igshid=e19kcamtzxqg

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waste-and-want · 5 years

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What if when you die, it is just exactly what you believe? • “In a previous life, you believed in angels, nestled in the clouds and watching over you.  When they stopped looking, your own wings burst from your back and you started singing advice to strangers.  You thought everything beneath you  looked like hellfire. At the next birth you were banished to the ground- scraps of life dropped to you until you were humbled and quite literally crushed.  After that you tread more lightly, not using your eyes to look for it, but using these hands to build meaning.  And you keep building- as many turns as it takes to finally see yourself, all bittersweet stardust and holy chaos. You think, “My god, how tired I am, and how nice it would be to just rest.” So after this you do.  Dirt between your toes and  a quiet weight moving softly on your chest.  You revel in the dark and peace and sleep until finally a little light breaks through. How surprisingly wonderful to take a deep breath and you could grow here for ages, never wondering who you’ll be next.” • #poetry #poem #longpoem #journal #journaling #journalpages #sketches #original #handwritten #plants #sprouts #life #growth #death #reincarnation #beliefs https://www.instagram.com/p/B0kQ82jldIW/?igshid=1n52dzzrjb5fs

#poetry #poem #longpoem #journal #journaling #journalpages #sketches #original #handwritten #plants #sprouts #life #growth #death #reincarnation #beliefs

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cppsheffield · 2 years

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Centre for Poetry and Poetics, Autumn 2022 Series Presents:

Emma Bolland, Rachel Genn and Mendoza, aka Linus Slug

In-person reading with online link available. Venue: Diamond, LT06.

Rachel Genn is a senior lecturer at Manchester Writing School and University of Sheffield. Formerly a Neuro-scientist, she was a Royal Society Fellow at UBC, Canada and has written two novels: THE CURE, (2011) and WHAT YOU COULD HAVE WON (2020). She was Leverhulme Artist-in-Residence (2016) creating a quasi-institution called THE NATIONAL FACILITY FOR THE REGULATION OF REGRET, spanning installation and interac-tive art, VR and film (ASFF 2016), presented together at SXSW, 2017. She has non-fiction in Granta, Los Angeles Review of Books, Aeon, and The New Statesman and is currently working on a collection of non-fiction about her family’s injuries, fighting and addiction to regret.

Emma Bolland is an artist and writer employing experimental approaches to inter-genre / interdisciplinary writ-ing, speaking, and reading. This includes an investigation of the problematics and ambiguities of an expanded understanding of translation—between languages and language codes, and between voice, ear, and page. Other methods include works on paper, moving-image, performance, collaborations, and events, and they have paint-ings and other works in public collections. They are interested in the wider politics of communication, and the conflicts between medical and social models of disability. They are co-edit 'intergraphia books', an experimental press with forthcoming titles by Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo, Sascha Akhtar, Mark Goodwin, Jan Hopkins, and more. They teach Fine Art at Sheffield Hallam and Bolton Universities, and are a tutor for the Poetry School. Recent artworks include a commission for the exhibition imPerfekt at the MEWO Kunsthalle Mem-mingem in Germany in 2021, and recent publications include their collection Over, In, and Under (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2019). Their hybrid longpoem/novella Instructions from Light will be published by JOAN Publishing later this year.'

Mendoza, aka Linus Slug: Insect Librarian, is a poet and researcher investigating disembodiment, liminal space and marginal entities through poetic practice. Poems emerge from the process of collecting, hoarding and (met-aphorically) consuming found entomological texts and reconstituting this material as poetry. Exploring the idea of containment through self-imposed boundaries, the sequences are written in sets of nine, each component containing nine lines or multiples of nine, frequently with nine syllables per line in which familiar terrain is dis-rupted. In doing so, they are liberated from neurotypical modes of thinking allowing them to de-construct / (re)construct the ‘self’ through the language of insects. It is an act of nonconformity. Publications include: “WINDSUCKERS & ONSETTERS: SONNOTS for Griffiths” collaboration with Peter Manson: Materials, 2018, “Entro" & "Un-love Son-nots" Gutteral, 2017; “the science of poetry : the poetry of science” Linus Slug / Peter Manson broadside, 2015 and “Type Specimen: An Observant Guide To Linus Slug”, Contra-band, 2014. Mendoza’s poetry can be heard at the Archive of the Now

Please note this is an in-person event but we will be having a live-stream which you can request to attend online: https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/421965408897

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