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greenapplebling · 3 months
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As a kid I thought of you as a rose,
As a grown up I saw all your thorns.
I know thorns are there to protect you,
But was it necessary to turn them on me?
Of the rose garden, you're the reddest.
Could it be that your petals are painted
With the blood of my wounds?
It didn't matter if it's by force or gentleness,
If it's by rigor or kindness, if it's by hate
Or love. Your thorns hurt me all the same.
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shannonmatalone · 3 months
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Modesto
If I told you where I was from, you would ask me, “where?”
It’s tucked around the 99.
No one really visits here except if they’re stopping for gas.
It was built on an old west town.
The Gold Rush brought people here and gambling was the sinner’s choice.
It was terrible from the beginning.
The bus depot is menacing and the streets downtown are confusing.
McHenry runs through the whole town and it shows what we have here.
It’s still pretty country, but it’s also suburban and a small-ass city.
Some days you’re driving by small farms, other days a homeless person is showing you their buttcrack.
Even though this place has its problems, it was where I started my first job at Smart & Final as a service clerk, it was where I went to school at Freedom Elementary and James C. Enochs High School, and it was where I discovered my love for writing in my mother’s bathroom one Thursday morning.
So if you can, avoid Modesto, because I don’t plan on sharing my land of Meth, Death, and Auto Theft.
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peachynm · 10 months
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I have exciting news! I’m now teaching on Skillshare and just uploaded my class How to Write Extraordinary Poetry. If you want to learn with me, this link will give you one month free to the entire site. I’ll talk to you on Skillshare!
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cthonicdemon · 1 year
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I wrote a poem for you all!! I haven't written in a while, motivation, and fanfic writing has been kicking my ass. I felt this poem deeply as I was writing it. It was like a beas that was infecting my brain and needed to come out through several couplets, a quatrains, and some type of ending stanza. Enjoy! <3<3<3<3
I haven't been able to write
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I haven't been able to write at all
It is a shame how something so very small
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As a bad grade on a test or an unclean room
Strengthen the impending sense of doom
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Is doom, for a poet, having nothing left to say
Having words that impact in no kind of way
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Following a pattern, couplets I suppose
Trying to change the world through meaningless prose
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Is writing a poem, the way I am now
Part of the problem and if so, how?
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"This is not a real poem", one could say
And I would agree in many a way
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Am I rhyming to rhyme or do I mean something deep
Where are the answers I desperately seek
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I feel lost, as a poet, as if I'm no one at all
Drowning in my thoughts and feeling so small
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Perhaps that is why I'm not able to write
Perhaps I have given up all of my fight
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Perhaps I shouldn't post my words to the world
And read any comments painstakingly curled
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Up into a ball, do they like what I say
Do I matter at all at the end of the day?
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Maybe I'll break the rules like the best poets do
But then how will my message shine faithfully true
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There's so much confusion and way too much sound
In the conventions and rules all bouncing around
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Let me write, god damnit, let me right as I please
In a world with no pushback let me write with ease
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I have all the thoughts, they're in my head
So save your rules for the creatively dead
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I won't follow your rules any longer
Tryrants of poetry
Sic semper tyranis
The poem ends how ever I see
Why do I number these at all?.
And it ends like this:
I will write as I will write
And I will be who I want to be
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mocosa-media · 1 year
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Next episode of "my profe is better than yall's" he just taught us diction using the fucking matrix.
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The Matrix
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marlowmalenk · 2 years
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4 Days Left to Register for My Spring Online Writing Classes!
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4 days left to register for my SPRING 2024 poetry and creative nonfiction private online writing workshops!
Wednesdays 6-8 pm ET, I'm offering another session of my popular poetry workshop "In the Landscape of Contemporary Poetry." Thursdays 6-8 pm ET, I'm offering my also popular "Short-Form Creative Nonfiction."
Registration closes on Sunday March 31.
😀 Details & registration available http://christophercitro.com/private-classes/ 😀 . . . .
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beelzzzebub · 3 months
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every day i spend in anticipation of rehearsal, i'm holding out for rehearsal, i can do it because goddamnit later i'm going to rehearsal. and also the closer i get to rehearsal the more nauseous and anxious i feel. until i get there and i am nerve shaking the whole time in hysterics and i genuinely think i might be sick. and then i go home. and wait for the next rehearsal. and anyway isn't that something.
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animal farm (1945) - george orwell
"womp womp"
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cocosloveletters · 8 months
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English class just assigned two poetry assignments-- I'm gonna love this >:D
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nicholasandriani · 1 year
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Poetry Clothing: A Poem
I dress my body in lines of verse, each syllable a piece of cloth, a garment woven of words diverse, to hide my nakedness from sloth. I choose a shirt of haiku’s form, its brevity my first layer, then don a jacket that is warm, with sonnets stitched with love and prayer. My trousers made of rhyming verse, adorned with quatrains bright and bold, the fabric smooth, like fluent speech, enough to…
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shannonmatalone · 3 months
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His Eyes
I met a boy once who had dark brown eyes that turned into the color of auburn honey when he stood in the sun.
He had a smile that pierced my soul.
It was bright, white and breathtaking.
It was like the heavens above blessed his teeth with starlight.
How could God bless someone with so much beauty?
He was perfect and shy.
I wanted to get closer.
I wanted to run my hand through his brunette curls and have him soothe me with his voice.
His deep, rich voice that sliced through your body like butter and left you shuddering for more.
The fantasy comes to a halt though.
When I found out that another girl was doing what I wanted.
She was running her hand through his curls and was being watched by his glimmering, honey eyes.
I was jealous, but life took me on another path.
Now I search in every boy I meet for a glimpse of his beauty.
His tall stature, his mesmerizing stare, and his eyes.
His dazzling auburn honey eyes.
I don't think I’ll ever find that diamond boy again and I will always remain jealous of girls with gorgeous boyfriends.
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peachynm · 10 months
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lizlemondyke · 2 years
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I think this is my favorite poem.
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soracities · 1 year
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Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Another Middle-Class Black Kid Tries to Name It" [transcript in ALT]
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Intro to Poetry
By James Moran “The world was wet with tears. The walls, the desk, this sheet of paper. God’s tears. Only God’s tears rain indoors—”  “Clarissa?”  I looked up.  “I can hear you whispering over there, but I don’t see anything written on your paper,” said Ms. Tannenbaum, my Introduction to Poetry teacher.  “The page is too wet,” said the boy sitting across the aisle from me.  “What’s that?”…
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