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allisonreader · 2 years

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Oh what a night!

You might get a fright,

Of what you catch sight,

In eerie blue moon light.

Promise not to take flight,

When the eyes are bright.

Will you be alright?

On Halloween night?

#old poem of mine #salt and light

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godforbidfate · 2 months

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FROM THE DESK OF TAYLOR SWIFT Chairman, The Tortured Poets Department (2006-2024)

#taylor swift #ttpd #sorry this is so long...she just HAS TOO MANY DAMN ALBUMS #i had to update my old prologue post from 2018 #also YES i needed to include the rep poems #really wanna find all the parallels but that's a job for another day #mine

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llovelymoonn · 5 months

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patrick white the vivisector \\ sharon olds one secret thing: poems: "something is happening" (via @flowerytale)

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pencap · 17 days

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put down the world, soldier mine. your body is strong, i know, but you are not granite. your shoulders were not made to bend so steep. your knees were not made to buckle so low. your bones were not made to hold so much. Atlas was a condemnation, not a guidebook on how to bear the weight of the world.

rest your wings, soldier mine. you were made to fly, i know, but not like this. the sun above is not meant to be your seduction. the ocean below is not meant to be your enemy. the jetstream is not meant to be your companion. Icarus was a warning, not a challenge to see how high you can soar.

lay down your weapons, soldier mine. you fight so well, i know, but not every battle is yours. your fists are not damned to be perpetual weapons. your scars are not damned to mark you in disgrace. your blood is not damned to spill upon a sword. Achilles was a cautionary tale, not an instruction manual on how to fight to your death.

soldier mine, you are not Atlas nor Icarus nor Achilles.

you are only you, soldier mine, and i am only yours, and we are only this here now.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #poetics #valiantly resisting the urge to post a poem i literally just wrote #by posting a draft a few months old #i would title this soldier mine but honestly i dislike the look of the title on this #so no titles!!!#put down the world #put down the world soldier mine #soldier mine

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peach-and-cherryblossom · 8 months

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If a writer falls in love with you,you can never die.

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khandedoe · 15 days

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I'm so in love with the trees in florida

They don't grow tall but they do spread wide

And the witches hair lays everywhere

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julykings · 8 months

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defined by our togetherness, we could make up a Venn diagram in the shower steam, onomatopoeic joining with a slurp or vacuum seal sound as our tummies fuse and we breathe through the same mouth one out + one in to joint lungs. maybe then we'd have to stop smoking and let those gaps of our lip corners veil in vining plants. we do everything anyway. roll around in the afternoon like everyone should have the chance to, then fall asleep sweating. even September knows that lovers should sweat.

iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou tongues, necks, armpits, taste of the jelly bean deodorant, leg muscle, head pushing, spitting when we are called to. but also when we wander our bod(y)(ies) through the grocery store, tamed and showered, our domestic deciding between apple varieties is some cosmic thing, cleaning out the fridge expansive, reality tv shared between our welded eyeballs a gift of the universe aligning right, us overlapping, even on this little couch.

#hi oh my gosh i've been writing again .............. not sure about sharing much but this old thing seems very in line with the post i made #last night <3 #good or bad not sure but it's life #mine #poem

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lesbiansandco · 4 months

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bury me in childhood joy

they say a little girl died in that primary room,

arms folded tightly,

head bowed,

fidgeting silently.

her long natural hair, a testament to her mother's devotion:

brushing out painful knots

shaping tight braids

shoving sharp bobby pins in to keep it all together.

the itchiest dress you could imagine

but it was oh so beautiful

the scratchy fabric hurt more

as dresses increased in modesty-

modest dresses equaled more fabric

to cover up girls' vulnerable bodies.

that girl had the longest dress

she was modest. she felt like a monster.

"the spirit,"

they said,

"is a still small voice."

and for the first time, the girl recognized a lie.

the spirit was not still. was not small.

it was loud, roaring waves of emotion

that overcame her

and taught her that emotions have depth and range

she was happy. she was sad. she was crying, she was glad.

that child died before she learned the word "impulsive."

the promptings of the spirit were many. they were unpredictable.

the child didn't understand.

why would her leaders lie?

the lesson was forgettable. the message, not so much.

"you must be prepared to die for the church"

"you would rather die than deny your faith,

right?"

the child didn't comprehend martyrdom

but in that moment, she knew she would die a martyr.

and she did.

the child used to love wearing her ctr ring

"choose the right"

so she did.

she chose the right path

her ring rests on that primary chair

blackened with a sharpie and bent out of shape

#mine #writing #poetry #exmo #ex lds #exmormon #ex mormon #spilled ink #found my old ctr ring today #guess what I did to it #lgbtq #<- this was also meant to be a metaphor about growing up afab in the church #idk how well it came through #maybe I'll write another poem sometime #anyway enjoy! it's pretty raw but i like it that way #death imagery tw

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hiddenjane · 2 months

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Poetry and picture by hiddenjane

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allisonreader · 2 years

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Saskatchewan

Yeah, can’t tell at all that I love where I live. Anyways, another OLD poem. Though this particular one really reads more as a list of Saskatchewan related items.

Green Roughriders for football,

Lacrosse and ringette,

And don’t forget,

Hockey and curling,

Most importantly,

Dawn your bunny-hug,

Watch Corner Gas proudly,

Winter is long,

Spring and fall,

Scant to say the least,

Summer equals construction,

While camping and more,

Is done all year,

Snow is normal,

Already in October,

Through to April,

Sometimes May,

Most of us,

Wouldn’t have it any other way,

Saskatoon a berry,

And a city,

The Largest in the province,

Moose Jaw a city,

With tunnels underneath,

Ones Al Capone may have run,

Regina the capital,

Named after a queen,

Rival to Saskatoon,

Small towns on flat ground,

Hills of sand,

A green desert,

Kisiskāciwani-sīpiy,

Cree for, Swift flowing river,

Rivers Saskatchewan,

North and south,

Our province name derived.

Ukrainian immigrants,

The Cree; First Nations,

And that’s just a snippet of Saskatchewan,

As they say,

Easy to draw,

Hard to spell,

(and hard to say for those not from Canada)

#old poem of mine #saskatchewan #salt and light

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foursaints · 17 days

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what did you think of ttpd!! we gotta know

#a #ME AND THE THREE OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE OVER THE MOON THAT ITS ABOUT MATTY HEALY... oh I knew. ohhh I knew!!!!!!!!!#obviously i think he's a terrible person & don't endorse him whatsoever. BUT WITH THAT SAID #13 year old me would have burned my world down for one chance with that man too. the lore is compelling. HER TUMBLR LIKES?????#what if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind etc etc #this is my favorite album of hers I think! and not just because I am mentally ill about their history. the 2014 backstage photo.#the Halsey mirror sex poem. TEN YEARS.#I want to do a bartylily ranking/writeup for this album. it's theirs #my favorite tracks were ttpd & guilty as sin & clara bow

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home-ward · 3 months

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velvet-china-doll · 10 months

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Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.

Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.

And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires.

Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

#me #mine #myself #black and white #aesthetic #books & libraries #my face #flashback friday #old blog post #from the archives #selfie #hi #oh hello #girls with tattoos #tattoos #joker #wednesday #poem #poetry

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wordsbycreed · 8 months

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Table, a Kaysanova poem

Based on "Table" by Edip Cansever, the first exercise in Kate Clanchy's How To Grow Your Own Poem, which provides structure and analysis of poetry to teach you how to write it! It's super helpful, especially when trying to pick up the habit of writing every day.

#kaysanova #joenicky #the old guard #nicolò di genova #yusuf al kaysani #writeblr #poets on tumblr #poetry #fanfic poem #mine #tumblr gave me so much fuckinf greif formatting this I do not care if it’s blurry #I don’t :’)

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littleflowerfaith · 1 year

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