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euesworld · 1 year

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dastanslove · 1 month

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I wonder if you miss me like I miss you

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fuckingwhateverdude · 6 months

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10.18.23

#neeeddedddd to make a collage typography vibe #i think i like her idk #SHUT UP SHUT UP #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #typography #collage #digital collage #spilled ink #vent writing #maladaptive daydreaming #emotional neglect #revenge #anger issues #poetryblr

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femmeconomics · 6 months

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i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"

#her epitaph actually has a much longer poem which contains this line #and it’s not like. stylistically high quality poetry either #which indicates this was not a poem someone was hired to write for the grave (as was a relatively common practice)#but instead written out of love by one of her family members #it’s twenty three lines of mostly correct dactylic hexameter #and it makes me bawl when i read it #we translated it in a latin class i took a few years ago and then wrote our own latin poems about our friends

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soracities · 9 months

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"Persephone Writes a Letter to Her Mother", by A.E. Stallings

First – hell is not so far underground – My hair gets tangled in the roots of trees & I can just make out the crunch of footsteps, The pop of acorns falling, or the chime Of a shovel squaring a fresh grave or turning Up the tulip bulbs for separation. Day & night, creatures with no legs Or too many, journey to hell and back. Alas, the burrowing animals have dim eyesight. They are useless for news of the upper world. They say the light is “loud” (their figures of speech All come from sound; their hearing is acute).

The dead are just as dull as you would imagine. They evolve like the burrowing animals – losing their sight. They may roam abroad sometimes – but just at night – They can only tell me if there was a moon. Again and again, moth-like, they are duped By any beckoning flame – lamps and candles. They come back startled & singed, sucking their fingers, Happy the dirt is cool and dense and blind. They are silly & grateful and don’t remember anything. I have tried to tell them stories, but they cannot attend. They pester you like children for the wrong details – How long were his fingernails? Did she wear shoes? How much did they eat for breakfast? What is snow? And then they pay no attention to the answers.

My husband, bored with their babbling, neither listens nor speaks. But here there is no fodder for small talk. The weather is always the same. Nothing happens. (Though at times I feel the trees, rocking in place Like grief, clenching the dirt with torturous toes.) There is nothing to eat here but raw beets & turnips. There is nothing to drink but mud-filtered rain. Of course, no one goes hungry or toils, however many – (The dead breed like the bulbs of daffodils – Without sex or seed – all underground – Yet no race has such increase. Worse than insects!)

I miss you and think about you often. Please send flowers. I am forgetting them. If I yank them down by the roots, they lose their petals And smell of compost. Though I try to describe Their color and fragrance, no one here believes me. They think they are the same thing as mushrooms. Yet no dog is so loyal as the dead, Who have no wives or children and no lives, No motives, secret or bare, to disobey. Plus, my husband is a kind, kind master; He asks nothing of us, nothing at all – Thus fall changes to winter, winter to fall, While we learn idleness, a difficult lesson.

He does not fully understand why I write letters. He says that you will never get them. True – Mulched-leaf paper sticks together, then rots; No ink but blood, and it turns brown like the leaves. He found my stash of letters, for I had hid it, Thinking he’d be angry. But he never angers. He took my hands in his hands, my shredded fingers Which I have sliced for ink, thin paper cuts. My effort is futile, he says, and doesn’t forbid it.

#q #lit #quotes #poems #literature #persephone writes a letter to her mother #a.e. stallings #m #x

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love-letters-i-never-sent · 9 months

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lxvenderjewel · 3 months

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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 😭😭😭

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welcometogrouchland · 4 months

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I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

#ramblings of a lunatic #dc comics #Jason Todd #batfamily #it's just a fun quirk! it's a fun lil detail and I simply cannot slight ppl for enjoying and incorporating it into works #like obviously jason isn't the only one. I'm a big believer in the batfam having over lapping interests they refuse to bond over #i know dick canonically used the robin hood stories (which are pretty flowery in their language far as i can tell) as inspo for Robin #and i know babs was a librarian and even tho her area of nerddom is characterized as more computery she probably knows quite a lot-#-about literature as well #duke is a hobbyist writer i believe? i saw a fan mention that- which if so is great and I hope he's also a nerd #(i mean he is canonically. i remember him being a puzzle nerd in his introduction. but i mean specifically a lit nerd)#damian called Shakespeare boring but also took acting classes so i think he's more of a theatre kid.#Tim's a dropout and i don't think he's ever shown distinct interest in english lit and i can't remember for Steph?#I'm ngl my brain hyperfocused on musician Steph i forget some of her other interests I'm sorry (minus softball and gymnastics!)#and then Cass had her whole (non linear but it's whatevs) arc about literacy and learning to read #went from struggling to read in batgirl 00 to memorizing Shakespeare in 'tec and is now an avid read in batgirls!#she's shown reading edgar allen poe but we don't know if it's his short stories or his poems #point to all of the above being: i know Jason's not the only lit nerd in the batfam #but also i do need him to be writing poetry in his spare time and reading and reviewing it #jason at the next dead robins society meeting: evening folks today I'll be assigning all of us poems based on laika the space dog #damian and steph who have been kidnapped and brought to jasons warehouse to hangout: LET US GO BITCH #speaking of^ random poem i think jason would like: space dog by alan shapiro #wake up one morning in an unfamiliar more mature body with a profound sense of abandonment. the last four lines. mmm tasty

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chidoroki · 6 months

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"Unstoppable" by Donna Ashworth

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn emma #tpn ray #rayemma #emma #ray #my edits #happy november 13th aka the day the kiddos crossed over to the human world and our fearless protagonist achieved her goal.#im so proud of her..& i didnt mean for this to turn into something so RE relatable but it just fits ya know? ray's been by her side the #entire journey so of course he would witness all her ups & downs. i dunno if he would indulge in poetry however but with all the #books in the GF & bunker library im sure he's at least come across his far share of poems over the years. so yeah. i sorta imagined him #writing all this down and sketching out his memories alongside it all. hopefully the panels convey that kind of look. who knows.

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theliterarywolf · 2 months

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"Lol, how did people even do essays and shit before ChatGPT?"

You used your brain, Sandra. I know in an age where everybody is addicted to 5-second instant-gratification, that notion is hard to believe but it is, in fact, what education is actually for:

Teaching people how to use their brains rather than what to parrot.

#between teens on Twitter legitimately asking this question #and one of the teachers on my team formulating her 'Write a Poem About Freedom' assignment with a section #on letting kids use ChatGPT to write the poems for them #we are so fucking cooked

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theartoffresco · 2 months

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fandom-trash-goblin · 1 month

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i wish i could save my mother.

@/veniennes on tiktok // Elena Poniatowska, from "La Flor de Lis," published c. January 2011// love drought - beyonce // Athena Farrokhzad, "My Mother Said" // Oleander, by Janet Finch// Hannah Green from "Night Terrors" // Sharon Olds, “Holding To A Wall, Treading Saltwater” // Kyung-sook Shin, Please Look After Mom // take care: mothers, daughters, and inheriting self-hatred by Ella Wilson // tumblr user honeytuesday // Marge Piercy from "our neverending entanglement", Made In Detroit // Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers// supernatural season 12 ep 22 // Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Twenty” // Hayan Charara, from Mother and Daughter

for @shestrying

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jellolegos · 9 months

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Doodle Kara w some kryptonian tattoos

#something something kara lost in the phantom zone #frantically trying to remember words of lullabies and poems and things that would not be deemed important enough to be in a survival guide #but important enough that she would want to remember them #running out of paper before writing them over and over on her skin #Getting them tatted the second she could get off world and realised that was a THING so she would never forget #Supergirl

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ivynightshade · 3 months

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’

[text id: my mother is an artist too. somehow, somewhere along the way, i forgot that we artists have some creations that we don’t like. the realization came late, almost like everything else in my life.]

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dastanslove · 2 months

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My heart is missing yours

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deanepoetry · 3 months

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There is no love like ours.

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