#poetry read by celebrities

[couthbbg]

Bianca Stone, “Artichokes” // x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x

#this was just an excuse to use all my fav close up sid shots #also making it did make me feel better #can't wait for next season :) #also plsss read Bianca Stone she is so amazing #i am not immune to text over images #hockey edits #hockey poetry #web weaving #pens #sid #pens lb #<- tagging only bc i made this as a last game of the season happy celebration & i hope it brings y'all happiness too <3 #ok editing to add the link to the poem too bc you can hear her read it and i lovee her voice ok i'm done #my edits

[letusburnthestars]

i killed my plants by watering them too much, who says i am not to do the same with love?

-letusburnthestars

#aesthetic #animals #authors #books & libraries #celebrities #franz kafka #poem #quotes #reading #virginia woolf #my poem #poetry #relatable #realism

[cottagecoredazz]

Something in you lits up heaven in me

#aesthetic #poems and quotes #poets on tumblr #life quotes #lit #litreture #literature #poetry #art #book quotes #secret life #life #love #long reads #light academia #celebrities #cottagecore #beautiful eyes #bookworm #books #bookaddict #bookblr #spotify

[eddieisashifter]

still don't know.

(Vent poem below. no TW, just lots of feels rn.)

I've become obsessed with the idea of you

obsessed with your smile, your laugh, how giddy you get to try something new

as beautiful and refreshing as a crisp autumn breeze

but I watch from the outside as those things are never directed at me.

and I watch through my one-way screen

completely and utterly always unseen

I tap my fingers against my wrist

because you don't even know that I exist.

I've become obsessed with talking to you in my head, 

making up conversations of things that have never been said

feeling your hand on mine to stop me before I slam my guitar into the ground

because the lyrics come easy to you, but mine never have the right sound

you tell me not to worry, you tell me not to quit

after all, I am a poet, a lyrical fountain

and you don't know it, but my heart has already started pounding

but I wake up in my bed again, because it all was just in my head

you still don't know that I exist.

I became obsessed with writing you letters

despite the fact that my handwriting could be so much better

I use my favorite pen, the one with the brush tip and that ink dark as night

I write and write until my hand is cramping tight

but I still have more to say

I seal up the letter with wax and a symbol of a new day

and I add it to the collection, stuffed beneath my pillow

the one soft and comforting as marshmallow

I kiss the envelope, pretending it's your cheek

returning it to the pile as I lie down to sleep

I wake once again, alone in a sea of scribbled pen

you still don't know that I exist

I became obsessed with pretending you were here

lying next to me as I explain the stories that pour out of my head

you never understand completely, but you try be clear

that you love my creativity, and I feel your hand in mine as we lie in bed

watching the shadows envelop the room until it's twilight

and I fall asleep, your arm around my shoulder is a feeling that's just right

but I wake up in the morn, cold and alone

you still don't know that I exist

as I gaze fondly at those letters I've written to you for myself

I kiss them goodnight as they lie to rest under my pillow, until I pick them up in the morning

right where they were left

I don't want to admit it, my love, but this is all getting boring

and yet, my mind still wanders back down this path

the one that always ends and begins with you

I see you again, watching your eyes wrinkle as you laugh

and my heart begins to beat anew

yet, you still don't know that I exist

and now, standing here

the moment I've imagined for years and years

I hear my name on your lips

as fresh and cool as the morning mist

I hear your laugh at a joke I tell

and, in that familar way, my heart begins to swell

in this moment, a realization becomes clear

my obsession, the one that consumed my very soul

began to vanish and disappear

because this moment, that Ive imagined a thousand times over

couldn't even compare to the experience while sleep-sober

so as I lay my head down to sleep

this future memory is mine to keep

because when I once again do wake

my heart is forever yours to take

~ E.S.

#poetry #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #long poem #vent poem #vent poetry #shitty poetry #tw vent #unrequited feelings #fictional other #fictional crushes #celebrity crush #shiftblr #reality shifting #poetblr #if you read this... no you didnt #thinking about him again #spilled ink

[wildmeflower]

#monica bellucci #lana del rey #lana del ray moodboard #lana del rey aesthetic #poetry #books and reading #coffee #old money #aesthetic #icons #lana del rey vinyl #celebrities #music #packs #layouts #lana is our queen #art #alternativo

[bookwyrminspiration]

I don’t know if I just haven’t found the right poetry yet, if I’m engaging with it wrong, or if poetry just isn’t for me, but man I wish I understood and connected with poetry on the level the rest of y’all seem to it looks nice

#poetry #everyone talks about it so highly #and so many people express themselves through it #and I don’t know if it’s a me thing with a very niche type I haven’t found yet #or if I just need to learn how to read it better #but like. it’s just good at best for me #I see what they’re doing I can analyze themes and such #but it just. doesn’t hit!! #but maybe I’m reading poetry that isn’t right for me #I connected with one stanza of one poem once #and it was in the borderlands #since there was a quote I really connected with #but that’s all there’s ever been #we’re reading poetry in class and people are going on about it #rightfully so! I can tell this is a talented and celebrated and leading poet #but I just. I’m not there #I’m not being consumed #like so many others seem to be #it just doesn’t click #and I wish it did

[everything-on-red]

okay, you said i should start posting poetry, it's your funeral.

in honor of the day, here's something i wrote a little while ago. full... thing?... under cut.

[Billboard Jesus: a prose poem]

Impure thoughts?

Billboard Jesus can cut you loose. He ties bodies to bedframes, lets out devils from details. He takes his prey in paralysis, teases torpid terror.

Billboard Jesus can lend a helping hand. Pit-flesh in his palms, he pops hips like he’s breaking bread. Slides on top, doesn't stop, and kneads you like he’s making bread.

Billboard Jesus spits fish like a mongrel. Bends down and swims in a half-rotten pub meal. Flayed like old blood, he lets it float before the flood, laps it like a dog. In the dark of a port town, back bent on dirty bed, blond-eyed sailors, krill and saline, basted blue with grime. Turns water into white wine.

Billboard Jesus pops champagne one bubble at a time, drops the cork in the waiting mouths of the poor, like a lure on a line. They gasp and wiggle like fish flexing on the white rind of a dark sea. See the bright white wine that pours on brackish basement water. He’s a walker, and he walks on his knees. Billboard Jesus can cut you free.

Billboard Jesus wants you to have a baby. He wants you in a long white dress and a gold ring. He wants you in the back of the car, at the front of the aisle, at the top of his lungs, in the bottom of the bed. He sees your weakness and your pain and gives you what you need.

Billboard Jesus is everything that you want him to be.

He is your father, home after a long day of work. He sweeps you up on his knee and gives you a present--a model train. It was his Christmas bonus money.

He is your husband, penetrating your new flesh. Together, alone, long ago, champagne drunk and scared.

He is your son, rearing back with the chainsaw, painting you in blood, cleaving through your wrist to your head. As if he hadn’t been here fifteen years earlier. Sucking at your breast like a leech on wet wood.

Wet wood is shored up from the quagmire. Down there, men and women sleep for generations. Bogs where bodies curl like dry leaves as tendons seal, dead elastic, tighten and snap. They will live forever, down in the bog.

[][][]

photo credit to the worship tabernacle of shallcross, south africa.

#thanks for reading #merry christmas #to all that celebrate #and to those who don't #happy garfield monday #poetry #prose poetry #original poetry #billboard jesus

[tygerland]

#charlie plummer #walt whitman #bookworm #reading #poetry #lifestyle #people #celebrities #long hair #guys #men #male beauty #male model #cottagecore #leaves of grass #academia #gay #literature #books and libraries #black and white

[salovie]

Ode to My New Bird Feeder

All others

felled

by the greed of squirrels,

the desperation of deer,

this one

I think

will finally

last—

a hardier home for the harvest,

a sturdier dispenser of seed.

It sways as it stays

caught

on pear blossom branches,

full

to the brim with oil black seed,

then

less so,

giving

and

giving,

bestowing the best

to nuthatch

to chickadee

to finch

to tit.

Yes, even some to spare

for squirrel,

who cannot help himself:

the acrobat,

pendulous for a picnic,

dangling for dinner.

My bird feeder

empties

with unending

benevolence,

letting friends take and take

and take

‘til it glints hollow in

late day’s light,

a giver, with empty hands

outstretched still.

Come morning,

mere moments

after seed pour

reaches the top,

it will open for all

and give

and give

again.

#poetry #spilled ink #ode #napowrimo #napowrimo 2024 #prompt #write an ode celebrating an everyday object #I really enjoyed reading some odes by Pablo Neruda to get the feel for this challenge #especially Ode to My Socks #I read my poem to E and he said he liked it so I’m feeling pretty good

[spacerangersam]

just saw that my favourite singer is releasing a poetry book... I am. Concerned

#i hope it's good obvs but i have little faith in celebrity poetry #and the two she showed were uh. not promising #marina miss diamonds. i hope you know what you’re doing... #listen! i too am a writer of arguably mediocre poetry! but at least you can read my shit for free

[nerdlifeisbetterthanreallife]

Best Books I've Read in 2023

So, in 2023, I’ve read 122 books across all genres. I don’t think it’s easy to narrow it down to 10, so I will do 20, because I want to do a few from each genre I’ve read, so Let’s start: # 20: Tinderbox: The Untold Story of the Up Stairs Lounge Fire and the Rise of Gay Liberation by Robert W Fieseler (History/Non-Fiction) This book is probably one of the most underrated in terms of the history…

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#bibliophile #Biography #books #Fantasy #lgbtq #Media Studies #memoirs #Novels #poetry #Reading #Romance #The Celebrants #Top 20 Books #top 20 of 2023 #trans

[letusburnthestars]

summon me an oath, an oath you promised not to break. use me as a puppet with the strings you never wanted attached. use me as a stich, to cure the open wound that was never really there.

for i was just a fragment of your imagination as you bring dead roses

to a tomb with no inscription.

breathe your darkest secrets into me. let your dark rum stain my white robe. lay your bloodstained dagger next to my pouring red heart. cut my heart and watch closely how it screams out your name as if it is the only word it speaks.

you clutch my heart in your dripping bloodied hands, screaming so hard your cords will give out. beg and cry for mercy the last part of me dies out in your cold palms.

gift me flowers as you build my grave, burying your heart into my dead palms as you weep and weep, a fountain of youth leaving your sorrowful eyes.

drink my blood as if it was the most purest drops of gold. shower in my tears as if it were from the holiest of rivers. take my breath and stagger back at how it resembles the great winds. capture my whisper and play it over and over like a broken record.

watch how the devil —who call’s Hell his comfort— burns as my name rolls off of the tongues of sinners. watch how Gods legs shake with my memory. watch how pedestrians lose their souls and drop to their knees at my pure eyes.

smoke my flowers as if it were the most addicting weed a man has ever tasted on his blunt lips. melt my purity as if it were the coldest of ice before drowning yourself in it. cleanse yourself of the horrors and perhaps it will grant your sanity a speck of leisure.

after all, a bored mind can lead to silent delusions; as i became yours.

#aesthetic #animals #authors #books & libraries #celebrities #franz kafka #poem #quotes #reading #virginia woolf #slyvia plath #dead poets society #my poem #artwork #god #shitpost #female poets #poetry #delusional #delulu

[midnightstrack04]

felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

Sylvia Plath

#lana del rey #vintage americana #celebrities #coquette #american #sylvia plath #poetry #poem #literature #reading #books #cars #taylorswift #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #midnights #lana del ray aesthetic #1989

[honeyednotes]

I Wear My Pride Like a Riot

I get asked sometimes why being queer is such a huge part of my identity, why it sits at the forefront of my personality

I have never really had an answer for that, aside from 'its who I am'

but I scrolled through a photo gallery of trans elders the other day and I nearly cried

you do not understand because the community you were born into has always felt like home, but these are my people

I am living proudly for those before me who could not, those who presently cannot, for every person who should have been an elder only to be stolen from this world too soon

I do this because we deserve to live long happy lives, and I refuse to do it in the dark

queers need sunshine too ya know

unlike our portrayals, we are not monsters that creep in the night, intent on cramming our agenda down throats

we are flesh and blood and bone, no different from you

so here is your answer:

I wear my pride like a riot, because this world was designed to hate me

by Brie Thomson

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[dorisreads]

this new form (for Lucille)

this new form

that I have shaped into

yields no celebration,

yet we dance

and sing

and eat cake anyway.

I blow out sixteen candles

for the third time

in one year.

The positioning of the planets

and stars

are of no matter

when there are wishes

to be made.

Come now!

Join us

in our unlawful gathering

that at least one

might be granted.

#poem #poetry #doris reads #doris writes #lucille clifton #wont you celebrate with me #this new form

[thisismynamenowxpoetry]

What am I meant to do

When all I do is miss you?

And you don't know me

And I started making another edit again

And you don't even know my name

Yet I can sit here

Know every detail I could find

And try to conjure something up

But it's impossible

You don't know me

You don't know me at all

I'm a number on a screen

Not a body with a heart

That I'm sure is shaped like you

~ platonically, please

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