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hearthspeaker · 1 year
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Crow, Purple and Learning the Gift of not being Born as a Robin.
c. rose smith, hearthspeaker
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xayaat · 2 years
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remember me this way
w/generous sunshine on my cheeks
&water droplets on grapes
i've spent my whole life being afraid of change
but now i just observe as the events pass me by
so remember me like this
as you take photos of me on the grass
&i endorse ultraviolence by making daisy chains
decorating my nafs
w/enlightenment
i can't believe you love me so remember me this way
w/roses in my hijab
spring causing me to sneeze cute sneezes
candy painted nails
&victorian sculptures
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strokeofserenity · 4 months
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Slyvia Plath
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cheekios · 2 days
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Glasses Machine Broke 🥺
My glasses are broken. I lost my lens’s. I have called out work all week because I cannot legally drive nor can I work without my glasses. Glasses take a week to process. This is an urgent mutual aid request.
Goal: $400
CA: $HushEmu
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Here is my prescription. I am legally blind.
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joytri · 2 months
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Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?
Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions
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miradeniz · 8 days
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cryptonature · 3 months
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From my latest poetry collection, Leaf Litter.
CryptoNaturalist.com/books
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devlibrary · 2 years
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Sumitranandan Pant - India Poet
Sumitranandan Pant – India Poet
Across India, there are so far many poets who have made significant contributions to Hindi literature.  But the great poet Sumitranandan Pant is considered to be a poet without whom the development of Hindi literature is considered incomplete. Sumitranandan Pant was a great poet of Hindi literature. He made a significant contribution to the development of Hindi literature. Pant is a very…
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happyheidi · 1 year
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catboyglover · 5 months
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my fave genre of characters: mirrorballs
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hearthspeaker · 1 year
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evadneares · 9 months
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"I'm sorry. I killed a spider.
I trapped him under a cup
And meant to slip some paper under
Take it outside and shake him off,
Free him.
But I forgot,
got distracted.
And when I saw the cup days later,
I realised what I had done.
I left it there for a month.
I didn't want to see him balled, warped little carcass,
The consequences of my distraction,
My lazinezz.
I don't kill bugs
it makes me feel guilty.
Just because I'm bigger doesn't mean I should get the final
Say, on a tiny life.
And when I forced myself to lift the cup after a month
I expected to see him curled, dead on the counter,
But there was nothing there.
So I turned it over;
And saw a ghostly silver web woven in the lip of the cup.
And the spider, resting, dead on top of it.
I sat and cried on the kitchen floor.
In his last moments,
He tried to make a home
Of the darkness I gave him.
@/cosima.333 on tiktok, The Spider Poem" (thank you for finding the author @kaatiba)
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strokeofserenity · 6 months
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Ellis Nightingale
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rhymingtherapy · 13 days
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dazzling drops
of April sunlight
form constellations
among the mangroves
diamond chains
of exploding novas
sparked to life by an
ever-changing cosmos
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RhymingTherapy—April 2024 (my gif)
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edwardian-masquerade · 8 months
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"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
-John Keating; Dead Poets Society
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miradeniz · 9 days
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