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letolgatellyouastory · 5 months
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y humo invade mi cerebro - y humo invade mi cerebro (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1399873886-y-humo-invade-mi-cerebro?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=olgagl92&wp_originator=kl9DW09ABw12KZA8INN6XRTElCNkoZDlu6LIO9my4Ftgp7UInZiTmBnTT3n2tXVYlBybDzistmYrTrlqSc4qgrmbl2%2FoWM3MCIAD3SC8kyFGjctRf0w%2FKhlffKlmkNxO a walk in the dark wood.
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inthemoment89 · 5 years
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Moths
If you’re hoping that they’re thinking of you the same way you think of them, it really only hurts you more.
If they truly did, they wouldn’t be able to stay away. Like a moth to an open flame.
They’ve strayed away from this fire in search of another.
Hang tight, enjoy the time you have. The crackling embers will mesmorize and the midnight moon will be a spotlight for the moths to flutter like your heart will again for another.
-E.L.A.
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nudeartpluspoetry · 4 years
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"The Bridge," by Octavio Paz
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ilianazuleta · 4 years
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De la plaquette de poesía: Iliana Rodríguez, Trayectorias (sor Juana Inés de la Cruz), Morelia, Letra Franca Ediciones, 2020. #plaquette #libros #poesía #poemas #SorJuanaInésdelaCruz #SorJuana #LetraFrancaEdiciones #chapbook #books #poetry #Mexicanpoetry #Mexicanpoets https://www.instagram.com/p/CE-fkHzjUup/?igshid=iv55usg2brr0
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poeticsoulsandme · 5 years
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Sated
The sky is in twilight and the trees are bare.
 It’s just me, the fading sky turning into pitch darkness, and empty fields.
 The night welcomes me as an old friend and the day parts completely until tomorrow.
How I love seeing the trees naked, their skeletons laid out for all to see during the winter months. 
The falling leaves dance on the streets around me and the grass is no longer green. 
Fallen immature trees on the grounds stretching towards me as if lending me its fallen hand; what a sight.
As I look on into the darkened night I seek beauty wherever my eyes could see.
 The rain falls and gives nourishment to the wildlife around me and also baths me; It falls in the cracks and crevices of my skin and drenches my very soul.
 On the outside I’m a mess but in the inside I’m finally sated and rejuvenated.
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goladysabrina · 5 years
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Sor Juan Ines de la Cruz Pensadora, intelectual, Monja, Poeta Mexicana del siglo 18. Fue unas de las primeras feministas. Se escribio un libro famoso, un manifesto feminista y muy avancado por su epoca, titulado,“ Hombres Necios”! 💃🏻🧙🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🧝🏽‍♀️👩🏻‍🎨👗🤓 Thinker, Nun, and first Mexican feminist poets of the 18 th century. One of the first Feminist of the world, especially Latin America. She wrote a famous book, very advanced book for the times, a feminist manifesto———“ Foolish Men”. #poetsofinstagramcommunity #poetsofinstagramcommunity #nationalpoetrymonth2019 #poetry #feministpoets #mexicanpoets #chicanoculture #culturachicana #poetasmexicanas #mexicanasfeministas #sorjuanainesdelacruz #poetasdelmundo #poetasdeinstagram #poetas #elclubdelospoetasmuertos #instapoetas #instapoetsociety (at Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwqDacUA3DJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=z4bxgp17xs18
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Poesía En Español
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mexicanpoetic · 4 years
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Las noches solían ser cálidas hasta tu partida
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mj1982mjha · 4 years
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"The triangle is drawn on the skirts of my heart. In the skirts of my heart I lose myself irredeemably." #CarmenBoullosa. #Poetry. #MexicanPoetry. #MexicanPoet. #latinamericanliterature (at Samastipur) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_pW3yKhZIN/?igshid=4xgiv52i4nq3
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disociamesta · 7 years
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fallen angels
ego's ultimate disappointment room without a roof infinite nature self's latest obsession strong shadow spirit drain mind's lamest creation strong light divine ecstasy body's pure acceptation beautiful in essence fiber of existance truth's desperate excitement principle of reason credulous carnivores
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lightconceptspr · 7 years
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Aniversario luctuoso de nuestro poeta del pueblo Don. Sr. #JoanSebastian que Dios lo tenga en su gloria, su legado vivirá por siempre. 🕊 #legends #icons #music #mexicanpoet #leyenda #icono #poetadelpueblo #joansebastian #juliantla #mediaconceptspr
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quotesincolors · 6 years
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#mexicanpoet #Elprincipiodelplacer #CervantesPrize #PremioPabloNeruda #AlfonsoReyesInternationalPrize #PremioJoséFuentesMares #PremioXavierVillaurrutia #Струшкивечеринапоезијата #history #meaning #reality #clarity
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faildpoet · 8 years
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Tu dulcura se siente en mis labios El amor se siente por tus manos En mi pelo me acaricias por años Inocentes fumamos bajo las estrellas Respiramos el olor de nuestros pasados Por un momente me siento Feliz Las rizas como niños cubren el ambiente Con tigo me siento alegre Libre con sueños Y el sabor permance en mis labios
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poeticsoulsandme · 5 years
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For him
A smile, a single smile that could kill and a look that could melt. If only you’d see me, the me that shakes and quakes with very the possibility of you. 
To this day I still smile; a big goofy grin is always present and I’m reminded of you, of the first time I saw you.
You’re kind and gentle when you please in the presence of others but I know better. 
The hushed, quickened breaths we breath in your car and fevered kisses always lingering in my memory to this very day.
I disappoint myself thinking in we could be something for we’re just too different. 
Our timing never right and it will never be, but I can still dream.
 Dream of that kind smile and tan skin.
 I still think of you for it hasn’t been too long since we parted.
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poeticsoulsandme · 5 years
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Abuelo
Abuelo, I still hear your voice lingering my mind at my time of need. 
Time, is something I’ll never have again with you. It’s something that is always wasted but should be cherished.
Air, something I lacked that day for it felt as if I was underwater and I couldn’t take in any oxygen.
 Love, is something that is never lost between us. 
Memories, are something that we may never had or have enough of but you never cared for I was loved and cared for regardless in your eyes.
 Pain, something you’ve felt without the love of your life.
October, the month we both despised, your true loves final breath played on your heart ; leaving you wanting.
Peace, something you and abuela have and something I’m striving to.
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goladysabrina · 5 years
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Sor Juan Ines de la Cruz Pensadora, intelectual, Monja, Poeta Mexicana del siglo 18. Fue unas de las primeras feministas. Se escribio un libro famoso “ Hombres Necios”! #poetsofinstagramcommunity #poetsofinstagramcommunity #nationalpoetrymonth2019 #poetry #feministpoets #mexicanpoets #chicanoculture #culturachicana #poetasmexicanas #mexicanasfeministas #sorjuanainesdelacruz #poetasdelmundo #poetasdeinstagram #poetas #elclubdelospoetasmuertos #instapoetas #instapoetsociety https://www.instagram.com/p/BwqDacUA3DJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5hkprhn5y6to
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