#nature poet

[crowdsofclouds]

ᴘʜɪʟɪᴘ's ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ

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[hearthspeaker]

Crow, Purple and Learning the Gift of not being Born as a Robin.

c. rose smith, hearthspeaker

[xayaat]

remember me this way

w/generous sunshine on my cheeks

&water droplets on grapes

i've spent my whole life being afraid of change

but now i just observe as the events pass me by

so remember me like this

as you take photos of me on the grass

&i endorse ultraviolence by making daisy chains

decorating my nafs

w/enlightenment

i can't believe you love me so remember me this way

w/roses in my hijab

spring causing me to sneeze cute sneezes

candy painted nails

&victorian sculptures

[strokeofserenity]

Slyvia Plath

[miradeniz]

[cheekios]

Glasses Machine Broke 🥺

My glasses are broken. I lost my lens’s. I have called out work all week because I cannot legally drive nor can I work without my glasses. Glasses take a week to process. This is an urgent mutual aid request.

Goal: $400

CA: $HushEmu

PP: emuslayter@gmail.com

Here is my prescription. I am legally blind.

[joytri]

Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?

Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions

[cryptonature]

From my latest poetry collection, Leaf Litter.

CryptoNaturalist.com/books

[devlibrary]

Sumitranandan Pant - India Poet

Sumitranandan Pant – India Poet

Across India, there are so far many poets who have made significant contributions to Hindi literature.  But the great poet Sumitranandan Pant is considered to be a poet without whom the development of Hindi literature is considered incomplete. Sumitranandan Pant was a great poet of Hindi literature. He made a significant contribution to the development of Hindi literature. Pant is a very…

[happyheidi]

[catboyglover]

my fave genre of characters: mirrorballs

[hearthspeaker]

[evadneares]

"I'm sorry. I killed a spider.

I trapped him under a cup

And meant to slip some paper under

Take it outside and shake him off,

Free him.

But I forgot,

got distracted.

And when I saw the cup days later,

I realised what I had done.

I left it there for a month.

I didn't want to see him balled, warped little carcass,

The consequences of my distraction,

My lazinezz.

I don't kill bugs

it makes me feel guilty.

Just because I'm bigger doesn't mean I should get the final

Say, on a tiny life.

And when I forced myself to lift the cup after a month

I expected to see him curled, dead on the counter,

But there was nothing there.

So I turned it over;

And saw a ghostly silver web woven in the lip of the cup.

And the spider, resting, dead on top of it.

I sat and cried on the kitchen floor.

In his last moments,

He tried to make a home

Of the darkness I gave him.

@/cosima.333 on tiktok, The Spider Poem" (thank you for finding the author @kaatiba)

[strokeofserenity]

Ellis Nightingale

[miradeniz]

[rhymingtherapy]

dazzling drops

of April sunlight

form constellations

among the mangroves

diamond chains

of exploding novas

sparked to life by an

ever-changing cosmos

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RhymingTherapy—April 2024 (my gif)