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#poetry puddle
irregularspace · 1 year
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dbaydenny · 2 months
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A puddle to splash,
perfect for my happy feet
in a joyous dance.
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D W Eldred
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razedwrong · 6 months
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you are me
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lookninjas · 2 months
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2259.
driving past the church I used to go to with my aunt listening with all sincerity to unabashed devil music and honestly really the difference between who I was at fifteen and who I am nearly thirty years later is back then I had to try really hard and now I just kinda do this shit on accident
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windypuddle · 5 months
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made a poem about that cyborg freak
[Image ID: A poem composed of fridge magnets. It reads, in all lowercase:
"a monster of a man
a savage vision
vile mentor creates the despised concept
serpent-like mechanism
to savor battle"
End ID.]
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random parallel between tsoa and hannibal but like hannibal's and patroclus' names are given so much importance in the narratives.
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talltalestogo · 5 months
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Infinite fires
Rain reflects the /
infinite fires of evening: /
puddles are liquid glass.
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#infinite #fires #rain #glass #liquid #evening #haiku #haiga #poem #poetry #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #december #monday #2023 #121123
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What makes a...?
Inspired by the poem 'Not Music' by Joe Hills
What makes a poem a poem? Perhaps it's the rhyme—but poems don't have to. Is it the figurative language, synchronizing sound and sincerity, tying together thought and tone— as anyother form of writing also does. It's surely the structure— But free verse forms its own foundation, and focusing on verse, it must be the verse— but prose poetry presently perpetuates popularly And songs have verses too and on that note— What separates a poem from a song? The presence of a melody Must be where sound shapes itself, surely, but isn't a piece that is only rhythm still music? And does poetry not measure up, does it not meet the meter, it does! So what is the difference between poem and prose song and sound sound and silence? Maybe there is none Maybe it's all just the same Conglomeration of human souls peeking out of the heart and into the air.
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brieandpinotgris · 6 months
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you don't need a skincare fridge if you're clever enough to not eat the face mask just because it's next to the eggs
kitchen fridge puddle wet socks the natural consequence of not paying attention to where you're going
suddenly it's november suddenly it's a great big snowball rolling down the hill if you can see it it's too late
the ocean's quickly receding and you're laughing in act v until your head's through a table —
there's glass everywhere there's blood everywhere and your socks are wet again.
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the whole,
“I’ll take care of you.”
“It’s rotten work.”
“Not for me. Not if it’s you.”
thing simultaneously makes me want to cry AND rip my bones of out my body with sheer yearning. because imagine. just imagine being loved that much!!! akskaksjdnxnksje
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euphemiatealeaf · 2 months
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art school vending machine chocolate caramel flapjack (the current shade of existence)
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tofreezetime · 11 months
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do you know
I am going
to leave you?
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starrysurrealism · 2 years
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why can no one hear me they think they understand but my words don't sink in I keep repeating but in the end I'm left with nothing
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euesworld · 1 year
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"Under the umbrella, we kiss the rain away.. a drop of water drips from her chin as I tenderly kiss her face. It's cold, but we are warm in our embrace, my heart races, she breaks away and I give chase.. we are splashing in the puddles, dancing in the rain. It's such a beautiful thing, a wet, wet and wild date and I don't even know her name.. it's lost on my lips, so easy to forget as we live in the moment, as the clouds softly drip."
Even rainy days can be fun with you - eUë
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sapphic-gardn · 7 months
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my brain is being really mean to me and i can’t stop crying which only means that some really great poems will be written tonight on the bathroom floor of this hotel💋‼️
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nacht-durst · 8 months
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»You told me about this place - the feeling
And you told me the special thing about this place
A strong attraction
that makes me feel at home
I'm afraid I've forgotten that,
The name of this place
Will I ever find it, without a map?«
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