Why do these random poetry people keep following me on instagram? Idgaf about poems
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Enough for Me
Enough for me to die on her earth
Be buried in her
To melt and vanish into her soil
Then sprout forth as a flower
Played with by a child from my country.
Enough for me to remain
In my country's embrace
To be in her close as a handful of dust
A spring of grass
A flower.
-- Fadwa Tuqan
I hope, in these days, to share poems or parts of writings of these wonderful people and that this will also encourage you to read and share poetry or small writings - both of writers and your own -.
WRITING IS ALSO A FORM OF PROTEST!
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"They both failed at the end-She couldn't hate him and he couldn't love her" ~Anonymous
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do y’all ever write a poem about someone and then wonder if anyone has ever written one about you
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Ghar -घर -گھر
"Ghar" is such a beautiful term. Like how randomly we say "Ghar ja raha hoon", "Ghar par hoon", "yai Ghar hai mera." So beautiful and so calming. Just a piece of land, doesn't matter how fancy or simple, but we're all emotionally attached to it.🤍
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[Black text on a white background that reads:
my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,
my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying,
my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,
my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,
my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]
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★ THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (TAYLOR's ALBUM) USERS ★
• torpoets
• clabowr
• guiltrsin
• thalchm
• fsrtnight
fav/reblog if u save or use ♥︎ dont repost it
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I feel the most moved
in stillness
n.j.b.
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Aaron Dessner on 'THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT' and Taylor Swift:
'' We started working on these songs over two years ago and it feels like they have kept us company and evolved in beautiful and unexpected ways through so much life lived during this process. It's hard to believe Taylor and I have now recorded over 60 songs together (17 across this anthology!!) in the 4 years since we began working together on Folklore in 2020. I am forever grateful to Taylor for sharing her insane talents with and trusting me with her music. I believe these songs are some of the most lyrically acute, intricate, vulnerable and cathartic Taylor has ever written and I am continually astonished by her skills as a songwriter and performer.''
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Not the chairmen, Karlie… 🤭
(x)
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Fragments of NOT JUST PASSING - By Hiba Abu Nada (24 June 1991 - 20 October 2023)
Translated by Huda Fakhreddine
Yesterday, a star said
to the little light in my heart,
We are not just transients
passing
Do not die. Beneath this glow
some wanderers go on
walking.
You were first created out of love,
so carry nothing but love
to those who are trembling.
One day, all gardens sprouted
from our names, from what remained
of hearts yearning (...)
O little light in me, don't die,
even if all the galaxies of the world
close in.
O little light in me, say:
Enter my heart in peace.
All of you, come in!
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Soldier, Poet, King DTIYS!!
The friend who helped make all the stained glass isn’t on here, but if you’re on instagram, their tag is distorted.ozone over there! Please go check them out they’re amazing
Decided to post this here too, but here’s my DTIYS for 3k on insta! Here are the rules!
👑 you need to keep these designs for the characters
👑 you don’t need to keep it as a stained glass design! If you want you can make it them on an adventure, then hanging out, whatever! It would be awesome to see y’all make different stained glass designs though!
👑 no nsfw or pro ship GET OUT!!
👑 please tag me when you post it and use the #soldierpoetkingbelchersdtiys!
👑 have fun!!
👑 deadline is February 27th!
Now for the winners:
👑 first place gets a fully rendered piece from me! Max of 3 characters at once
👑 second place gets a lined and colored piece from me! Max 3 characters at once
👑 third place gets a sketch piece from me! Max 3 characters at once
Also here are the designs and base colors for y’all
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Walt Whitman reincarnation, Todd Anderson
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