#new poets societies

[semaokoko]

The back of an old note has your name

Written in writings that symbolizes the

Drawings of a cartoonish character.

And the designs I have doodled have

Never, once, surpassed a pencil or paper.

These two instruments, the pencil and paper,

Are what I have used to remember and re-live again

You and an old love each time I sit and regret

And think and wonder and compare and reason

How I could have lost it all.

— The Pencil And Paper.

[poetic--elixir]

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

— Gustav Klimt

[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

[doriandistortion]

The past is creeping up my throat

[glorious-destruction]

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

[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.

[thepathetickind]

I wished you would've stayed in love with me

by laurenmaerie, love always leaves

[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”)

[notasoupcompany]

[misscrappy]

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

[semaokoko]

I am taking a cup of stolen milk

With Cabin biscuit and reading a newspaper.

And I am thinking about an argument I had with

A friend about painting a room off-white or blue.

On the day of the colour argument I wrote,

Blue is a favorite color and no one should

Ever have a problem with it

Because every shade of blue is cool.

And every shade of blue is to be loved.

— Every Shade Of Blue.

[poetic--elixir]

[rapturepoetry]

i look at my mother

her hair is graying she's always in pain

she shakes when lifting the milk her hand perpetually on the side of her back

she's holding herself together she's trying her best

mother i can't give you a grandchild i'm not like you, i'm not strong

you're staring out the window in a daze watching the grass move with the wind

are you remembering are you regretting

i recall the last time you held me in your arms your hair was a beautiful brown and you were so full of life

mother hold me again one last time

[oscarwildin]

dead poets society changed my life because john keating is so right. i read and write poetry because i’m a member of the human race. i do need to seize the day. words and ideas do change the world. i am filled with passion.

[juneacademia]

you deserve the love you desire.