#New Poet Society

[afreenisnotapoet]

What did you do to the girl?

When do they let you grow up?

How many unblown candles turning

to wax does it take?

When do they stop telling

you to change the way you are?

or hiding your the clothes

they hate to see you wear?

when does it stop

the glares of a father

every time you step

out of the house?

when do the whispers stop?

when do the sirens stop blaring?

when does a mother

stop trying

to turn her

daughter into herself?

how many girlhoods

does it cost?

How many wasted barbie dolls

and how many

wasted make up kits

does it take for a mother

to realise that her

daughter hates her?

when do they laughing at you for

loving something they don’t?

when do they stop killing

the girl who loves pink?

how many teenage

dreams need to shatter

for a girl to finally be good enough?

how many girls need to die

to make a good daughter?

when does it stop,

the house not feeling like a home?

when does it end

the urge to run away from it all?

when does it stop

trying to be the daughter who will

never be good enough

the sister too small to fill up

the hand me down shoes?

when does she stop feeling

like she’s standing naked

in front of

a crowd that hates her every

time she wants to speak what’s

on her mind?

when will the world stop

putting her on a pedestal

to make the world out of her reach?

when will the silence end?

when will she grow up?

why won’t you let her grow up?

why won’t you stop holding her back

because you refuse to let go of what was?

where is the girl gone?

what did you do of the woman she was supposed to be?

where has she gone?

what did you do to her?

will she ever come back?

where is her grave?

is that what you wanted?

[poetic--elixir]

Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.

— Gustav Klimt

[black-beauty-poetry]

El amor realmente enceguece a las personas.

-Dark prince

[glorious-destruction]

“Tortured poets department?” Back in my day it was dead poets society

[rapturepoetry]

i'm never a priority

i'm never someone's reason for waking up

the giver, never the taker

never the taker, always the asker

i ask for time

i ask for patience

i ask for comfort

i'm never a priority

never the taker

never the reason

[thepathetickind]

a thorn in my chest - perhaps I was the one who put it there,

by laurenmaerie, ‘to keep a piece’

[doriandistortion]

The past is creeping up my throat

[notasoupcompany]

[deadlypoetacademia]

the feminine, the masculine, the artistic urge to stare at the paintings until they make you hallucinate, to read poems until they seep inside your soul, to write such words that hold the power to shatter a person's heart and fill the void at the same time.

[oscarwildin]

the academic trinity of “damn it, richard”

[kiraxo]

I absolutly LOVE Mr Keating, but if he did that impromtu poem scene to me I would never ever forgive him, no matter how good a teacher he might be, I definitely would've start crying on the spot.

[starlightseraph]

oughghghffgghhggg

(series 8, episode 22 • “Everybody Dies”)

[poetic--elixir]

[sunkissed-summerdaze]

Hey,

Our souls keep missing each other. Soon, they'll meet up and synchronize.

-E.S. Tues, April. 23rd / 2024 5:36a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

[deadpoets]

- Nathaniel Handal, from “Love Letter,” Poetry (March 2021) [x, old version]

[rapturepoetry]

dear rabbit

the blood flows through you like water

there is love in that blood, there is wild

you breathe with the forest and sleep with the moon

your eyes see everything, your ears hear all

did those ears hear my cries for you

did your eyes see my car stop on the side of the road

with your senses did you hear my heart stutter

my chest heave, the howls of pain

with your last breath did my pain match yours

dear rabbit

the love in that blood

did it stop when it spilled on the road