#poetry out loud

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Poe," by Hans Ostrom

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[vmaddesso]

poetry and dogs…

lovely…

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[theromanticchoice]

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[irfanullashariff]

2022 Poetry Ourselves: “Mundane” by Hannah Dayaget

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[randomnotebookthoughts]

I wonder if anyone ever fantasizes about having a life with me.

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[colby-k]

How I Got Into Poetry

Walking out of my 10th-grade English classroom, I got stopped by my teacher. "You should really consider doing Poetry Out Loud this year."

That day we had our quarterly poetry recitations. Every grading period we had to find a poem on the Poetry Out Loud website, memorize it, and then recite it in front of the class. It seems daunting, doesn't it?

At that age I wasn't very skilled in being in front of a lot of people, especially performing a whole poem. But, because I had to, I did it anyway. I memorized that poem, stood up in front of everyone, recited it, and got a perfect grade. I remember the first poem I ever recited was "Barber" by Larry Bradley (I highly recommend looking it up and reading it). It is a simple, yet powerful poem, and I think that is why I enjoyed it so much. I'm getting off track, though.

I was surprised when my teacher stopped me and told me to compete. I was never particularly good at anything, so to be invited to compete felt good. I told her "I don't know, I'll have to think about it" or something like that. I was surprised, so I didn't know what to say. It was all I could think about for the rest of the day, though.

Once I got home, and my family asked how my day was, I told them about being asked to compete. They asked me if I was going to and again I said that I didn't know. I asked them for advice and all they told me was that it was my decision. That didn't help at all. But I had to make a decision.

By the end of the week, I decided not to compete. I was too nervous. I could never stand up in front of more people than were in my class. Especially strangers. I knew that there were going to be a lot of people there and I didn't want to mess up in front of everyone. It was way too nerve-racking and it skyrocketed my anxiety. At that time, I was struggling with bad anxiety, and the competition wasn't helping.

I said, "Maybe next year." My teacher was a little disappointed, but hopeful. Little did she know, though, she just sparked my interest in poetry. To use a cliche, it was as if she ignited a flame inside me, waiting to grow.

I started browsing the Poetry Out Loud website and reading different, random poems. I stumbled upon Sylvia Plath's poem, "Daddy." It intrigued me so much that I read it about ten times or more. I was interested, so I looked more into Sylvia Plath and her poetry. I saw that she also had a novel, The Bell Jar. I decided to talk to my teacher about her the next day after class.

I went up to her and asked if she had any books or poetry books by Plath, and she told me that she had almost every published work of Plath's on the bookshelf in her classroom. She asked me if I wanted to borrow one and I immediately said yes. I read it in less than a day.

The following year, my English teacher also had us recite a poem every quarter. After the first recitation, she stopped me after class like my last teacher and asked me to compete in Poetry Out Loud. I told her maybe.

I talked to my family about it again, as I consult them on a lot of my decisions, and they told me that, since this is the second time I've been invited to compete, I should do it. So, the next day I told my teacher I'd do it, and I asked her how to sign up. She told me that she would take care of it and that I just had to come to the competition in the auditorium on Friday.

It was two days until the competition. I was getting a gut feeling everything would go wrong. I was going to forget a word or a line. I was going to stumble over words. I was just going to mess up in general. But I told myself no, I wasn't going to embarrass myself on stage. I got up there, stood in front of the microphone, and before I knew it, my name was being called the winner. I was moving on to regionals! Again, before I knew it I had made it to the state competition in both my junior and senior years of high school. They were some of the best experiences of my life.

I decided to personally pursue poetry, too. I took a basic poetry class my senior year and learned so much. I fell deeper in love with it. Once I graduated and went to college, I joined the poetry club. It was so much fun! We wrote in so many new and different styles, worked on different techniques, and so much more. I also took both poetry classes offered at my university. I started writing a lot more. I even started a Google doc for my poetry. It currently has 113 pages of poems in it.

After being in college for about 2 1/2 or 3 years, I decided my poetry might be good enough to get published if these many people enjoy it. So, I started reaching out to publishers and submitting to poetry competitions. I am currently waiting to hear back from most of them, though.

Well, this is the story of how poetry became such a big part of my life. Thank you for reading!

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[lxvenderjewel]

stars

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

it’s much more likely that it was you

sparkling even in smothering dark

even i could shine if i was next to you

we’re like the moon and sun

i’m only there because you are too

but you don’t need me to be yourself

and when i’m the moon, i rarely get to see you

we’re like light and a black hole

you glow in so many shades of blue

but of course, i suck it all up

and leave you without a clue

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

don’t you know i hung them for you?

#good omens #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #poetry #do i even write about anythng else #vanny writes poems and songs for her own enjoyment #stars #moon #sun #space #my teacher read this one out loud today #i almost died of embarrassment #like 😭😭😭

[axristes-styseis]

In a fair world my balls would be clapping at her pussy right now

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[inkskinned]

it is all love.

sometimes you will see something saying what if it is all worth it or it gets better, doesn't it and in the little heart of you - you feel a darkness.

was it love, the way i was hurt? some things don't have a lesson in them. no silver lining. they were bad things, and they shouldn't have happened. i'm sorry they did. i am sorry they warp the space they hold in you. we tightrope walk around an ever-present grave. we carry that ache for so long it becomes smooth, overworn. i worry that i'll bore my therapist - despite all of my attempts, the pain persists the same, as sharp as it always was.

but it was all love.

every ugly moment after. every bad night. every time you drank too much and cried on the bathroom floor. every time you threw up from anxiety, every time you panicked in the grocery store. everything you ruined, and everything you walked away from.

some small part of you loved you enough. made you get up. made you wash your face and clean your teeth and call home. made you try again, even from the bottom. even when you were so tired of it; of restarting, of having to do-it-all-again. some part of you reached out. some part of you reached up. even there, in the bad spot - you somehow got up.

love will so rarely be big. it will so rarely be a moment like a dawn. love is shy, i think. she keeps her hands in front of her cheeks. she waits to peek out. and if you're not looking, she will look - normal.

but it will all be love. the way you pour yourself a glass of water. the little rabbit outside your window. your friend pushing your hair behind your ear. the way your dog greets you at the door. "put on a seatbelt". "text me when you get home safe". "oh, i started watching that show you love." "have you been okay?" "let's go for a walk" "whatcha doin?" "what should i make for dinner?"

oh, my life is so different these days. i don't have a partner. i call my friends a lot. i keep falling in love with the little tender moments; the glittering ones. you know, the bird in a puddle and the shush of a newly-lit candle. the movie-moments.

i am also learning to love the ugly. every moment i spent belly-flat to the floor, anxious and panting. every hour i stared at nothing, losing time to my adhd. every missed opportunity and bad memory. i am not doing well. i am spiralling.

but somewhere in there, while i am reduced to ashes. some part of me is an ever-burning ember. her little thankless job, her shy and croaking voice. she holds me to my body. she doesn't let me go. stay, she whispers. out of love. my love. wherever it goes.

some of the bad things that happened to me will always be bad. they did not make me a better person. they made me worse. i only learned what i can endure. and i did endure it. and love wasn't just the perfumed moments. love was just ... staying. while it's ugly and hard and horrible. love was just saying:

okay. i will keep trying. keep going. i owe it to the version of myself who brought me here. i owe it to my future. i owe it to the small loves i have found since - the music and the new recipes and the new books and the new hobbies. i owe it to myself to wait for the next best thing. this wall we have hit - love says keep walking. maybe one day we will find a door.

always, always: just one try more.

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[stuckinapril]

I've decided I'm gonna memorize a poem by heart this month. And possibly memorize one poem a month for the rest of the year

#idk which one yet i just wanna have a poem memorized #like it's THE go to poem for me #i can recite it out loud levels of intimacy w it #I understand every facet of it... every nuance every reference... #I want a poem like that in my mental Rolodex #and if this goes well i'll do that poetry challenge and memorize one poem a month for the rest of the year #ph

[remnant-thoughts]

Maybe, time does not heal all wounds. I have been stuck in this cycle too long. Hoping that the years might change  the memory of what reality remains. Acceptance comes in waves, and I have always been short of the shoreline.

“S.O.S” remnant-thoughts

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[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Life Is Fine," by Langston Hughes

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[vmaddesso]

Poetry…💖

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[aniah-who]

If it’s so easy for us to believe in the “universe” why is it so hard to believe in God? If we can easily personify the universe by believing that it speaks to us, guides us, and determines our fate, why do you we have such a hard time believing that there is an intimate God who created all things, a God who speaks to us, a God who desires to know us, a God who loves us, and a God who holds our very lives in the palm of His hand? How is it that we can be so quick to give glory to the creation and not to the Creator Himself? Why is it so hard for us to simply believe?

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[irfanullashariff]

Hope is The Thing With Feathers - Emily Dickinson (Powerful Life Poetry)

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[randomnotebookthoughts]

Aren’t you tired of the space between us?

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