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raise your hand if you have so many ideas that you’re not talented enough for

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some responses from my “favorite poem” google form <3

“The Rival” by Sylvia Plath

“On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart” by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavolie

“61 Trees” by Ada Limón

Interactive :: House Saints by Hala Alyan

“Driving, Not Washing” by Richard Siken

“Endymion” by John Keats

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Poems That Haunt Me

“On His Stillborn Son” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Two-Headed Calf” by Laura Gilpin

“Power” by Audre Lorde

“In A Soldiers’ Hospital: Pluck” by Eva Dobell

“The Dance of Death” by Charles Baudelaire

“Allowables” by Nikki Giovanni

“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

“Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas

“The Scarecrow” by Khalil Gibran

“The Kitten” by Mary Oliver

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do you have any book recommendations? also thank you for taking time to post such beautiful posts, you're an inspiration<3

Thank you 🌼My curious friend, you should've been more specific about what genre you're more interested in for the list seems to be never-ending. I've written down the names according to different colors you might be feeling.

Shades of blue

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong

The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Swimming in the Dark, Tomasz Jedrowski

Letters to a young poet, Rainer Maria Rilke

A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara

The Castle, Franz Kafka

The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Shades of green

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, V.E. Schwab

Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin

Maurice, Howard’s End by E. M. Forster

Call Me By Your Name, Find Me by André Aciman

Shades of brown

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

The Metamorphosis and other stories, Franz Kafka

If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

Before the Coffee Gets Cold, Toshikazu Kawaguchi

The Hole by Hye-Young Pyun

Golden

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

Circe, Madeline Miller

The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho

Shades of yellow

Almond, Won-pyung Sohn

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

The Housekeeper and the Professor, Yōko Ogawa

Yolk by Mary H.K. Choi

The Woman in the Purple Skirt by Natsuko Imamura

Shades of purple

Luster by Raven Leilani

Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-Joo

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata

Breasts and Eggs by Mieko Kawakami

My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh

Shades of Black, White, Grey

Fish in Exile, Vi Khi Nao

The Trial, Franz Kafka

Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky

No Longer Human, Osamu Dazai

1984, George Orwell

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, Haruki Murakami

Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata

South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami

Shades of pink

Where Angels Fear to Tread, E. M. Forster

Death with Interruptions, José Saramago

If Cats Disappeared from the World by Genki Kawamura

Shades of red

Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy

Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov

Damage, Josephine Hart

The Vegetarian by Han Kang

The Autobiography of Red, Anne Carson

Her Body and Other Parties, Carmen Maria Machado

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Poetry

Ariel by Sylvia Plath

Crush by Richard Siken

War of the Foxes by Richard Siken

Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire

Deaf Republic by Ilya Kaminsky

When My Brother Was An Aztec by Natalie Diaz

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Sappho (Anne Carson)

Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke by Rainer Maria Rilke

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda

The Complete Collected Poems by Maya Angelou

The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova by Anna Akhmatova

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a few poems (non-epics) that I actually like

so following this post, I guess I should clarify that it's not that I hate studying poetry per se, but like, I hate it in the way I wanna fight a lot of poems, but anyway!, to show that I'm not completely the philistine that I attempt to be with my pretentious blog, here are some of my favorite poems!

1. South by Kamau Brathwaite

2. To ---- by Percy Shelley (thanks to @percyshelleyfucks)

3. The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde

4. The Ballad of Tam Lin

5. Composed upon Westminster Bridge, 1802 by William Wordsworth

6. To Woman by Lord Byron

7. Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe (because Lolita)

8. Enivrez-vous by Charles Baudelaire

9. Locksley Hall by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

10. The Garden of Eros by Oscar Wilde

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pls recommend me poems to analyse for my english homework (juicy ones that will impress my teacher, preferably)

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I venture to disturb you in the hope that I will please you.

- Natalie Clifford Barney

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Do not try too hard to read between the lines, nor even between the pages

- Natalie Clifford Barney

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For those who find their own thoughts here, before or after they thought them.

- Dedication by Natalie Clifford Barney

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For those who find their own thoughts here, before or after they thought them.

- Dedication by Natalie Clifford Barney

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May I be forgiven my coldness on account if its sincerity.

- Natalie Clifford Barney

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Despite myself I write for you; despite myself I erase you.

- Natalie Clifford Barney

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“If I had one ambition it was to make my life itself into a poem.”

- Natalie Clifford Barney

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November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights.

- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea (Anne of Green Gables, #2)

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It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

- L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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ya……… these two have gotten me through everything & continues to do so

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While yet upon the shadowy grove

Splinter the arrows of the moon.

Before across the silent lawn

In sea-green mist the morning steals,

And to love’s frightened eyes reveals

The long white fingers of the dawn

Fast climbing up the eastern sky

To grasp and slay the shuddering night,

All careless of my heart’s delight,

Or if the nightingale should die.

- By The Arno, Oscar Wilde