#PoetryPosts

[bigfeelinghuman]

False Identity Where can I find myself When the mirror refuses My own reflection But instead reveals The lips you kissed The cheeks you caressed The hands you held The eyes you gazed into When do I get myself back?

-BigFeelingHuman

[wizardempires]

an exit wound that feels so fucking good, @/megann_lynne on twitter

[saltedcaramelchaos]

So we’re reading a lot of poetry in my literature class right now (which is amazing and incredible and very cool)

and with some of them I’m like “wow this is a good poem im gonna remember this one” and sometimes I’m like Oh this is Blorbo Themed. y’know?

[vamp1regirl]

[vossn]

"Of course, it is strange to inhabit the earth no longer, to give up customs one barely had time to learn, not to see roses and other promising things in terms of a human future; no longer to be what one was in infinitely anxious hands; to leave even one's own first name behind, forgetting it as easily as a child abandons a broken toy. Strange to no longer desire one's desires. Strange to see meanings that clung together once, floating away in every direction. And being dead is hard work and full of retrieval before one can gradually feel a trace of eternity."

Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, The First Elegy

[howldean]

Poem for Poem? My favorite is Contender by Traci Brimhall <33

contender “it’s alright if you fall out of love with being alive, but try again tomorrow”

okay i’m going to give you one of my old favorites from when i was like 15 it’s To The Young Who Want To Die, by Gwendolyn Brooks

“through pout or pain or peskyness” are words that run through my head often

send me an ask and i’ll send you a poem!

[polari]

Flesh and Blood (from “Voices from the Forest”) by Lisel Mueller

This is my brother the fat, caged boy This is my brother the spotted fawn These are my brothers the seven ravens These are my brothers the six mute swans

I have a plan for my brother the boy I have a hermit’s shack for my fawn I’ve cut off a finger to save my ravens I’ve given up speech to save my swans

“Help me,” whispers my brother the boy “Play with me,” begs my high-stepping fawn “Why were you born,” lament the ravens “You caused our exile,” accuse the swans

Brothers, my brothers, I am your sister I am a woman, I will be a wife I am your face in the altered mirror I will give you back your life

Brother my boy, you’ll grow thin and forget me You’ll play with another, brother my fawn Human, my seven, you will hunt ravens Human, you’ll leave me, my six mute swans

[trustonlystars]

“For the first time, I didn’t want to pour pain into poems, I didn’t want to utter a word that showed how cracked and bruised my heart was. For the first time, I couldn’t find a heart that would listen to my broken poems and half reasoned rants. As if the world had gone silent, there was music but no one to hum along. I felt the distance creep on me, I heard loud silence I always wanted to run away from. For the first time, I didn’t have blood to bleed.”

- trustonlystars

[jouissanceangel]

goylemdik shlep

ikh zikh

arum, mayn

shtern farkhasmet

mit “hevl” —

tsung opgenumen

fun loshn-thomen

un pshat-kholels

vos brekhn

plutsem aroys

oyf der

same rege

fun redn.

golem-like i

drag myself

around, forehead

inscription: not-sense —

tongue frozen

by language-cavitites

and meaning-voids

that erupt

suddenly at

the moment

of speech

——

poem i wrote about the (im)possibility of fluency, construed historically, linguistically, culturally

[hepatosaurus]

national poetry month, day 30

Hope It hovers in dark corners before the lights are turned on,      it shakes sleep from its eyes      and drops from mushroom gills,           it explodes in the starry heads           of dandelions turned sages,                it sticks to the wings of green angels                that sail from the tops of maples. It sprouts in each occluded eye of the many-eyed potato,      it lives in each earthworm segment      surviving cruelty,           it is the motion that runs           from the eyes to the tail of a dog,                it is the mouth that inflates the lungs                of the child that has just been born. It is the singular gift we cannot destroy in ourselves, the argument that refutes death, the genius that invents the future, all we know of God. It is the serum which makes us swear not to betray one another; it is in this poem, trying to speak. —Lisel Mueller

[certifieddudette]

I'm prettiest when I just woke up.

Bombastic bedhead.

Makeup vaguely spilling on my eyelids.

Hair wild and untamed,

leftover conditioner desperately trying to soak in.

No time spent figuring out

who I'm going to pretend to be today.

I don't know how my pillows do it, but

every time, I look like an 80's model.

I see the girl they're all talking about.

And for just a second...

I get a glance at the divine in me.

[some-times-ihate-you]

Ho dipinto con il sangue le mie emozioni più pure, ricoprendo d’oro le tue assurde paure.

Le mie vene si sono intrecciate per tessere il velo che ho poggiato sulla tua testa per proteggerti da ogni tempesta.

Mi rimane solo il ricordo del tuo amore, scolorito dal mio rancore

@some-times-ihate-you

[7roaches]

sorry for poetry rocking

[howldean]

ohhh i want a poem 👀

AND BOY HAVE I GOT ONE FOR YOU! this is Before The Internet by phil kaye it’s like three minutes of spoken word but here’s a photo of its pages in his book (there’s slight variation)

he’s one of my favorite poets that i’ve seen live

send me an ask and i’ll send you a poem!

[eve-is-obsessed]

just finished rereading Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (I've been spacing it out and lightly annotating each poem) SICK AND TWISTED. the entire run from 15 to the end is just so fucking painful. every poem connects to the next ones in such a horrible evil painful way!!! the through line of the lamp in 15/16/17 ending with him burying the lamp in 17 - shut up shut up shut upppppp! by the time you get to The Song of Despair it's like girl. we've been despairing. holy fuck why did I reread this I am DISTRAUGHT. don't even get me started

[jouissanceangel]