Book Bingo #2
Poetry Edition!
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Poem for kids
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Follow @jerseyanne
her poems are literally amazing!!! She deserves a lot more love....
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আমি তোমার দুটি চোখে
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আমি তোমার দূটি চোখে দুটি তারা হয়ে থাকব
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माझ्या साताऱ्यावर एक सुंदर कविता कोणी लिहिली माहित नाही मात्र सातारा जिल्ह्याचे थोडक्या शब्दांत सुंदर वर्णन केले आहे.
पृथ्वीवरील एक तारा नाव त्याचे सातारा मावळती अजिंक्यतारा उगवतीला कृष्णा माय कोयनेची कोयना माय जणू दुधावरची साय महाबळेश्वर पाचगणी थंड शितल दोघी जणी राजधानी ही मराठ्यांची शिव प्रभूंच्या वास्तव्याची कास पठार अती सुंदर जणू स्वर्गातली ती बाग धोम उरमोडी उत्तर मांड चाफळचा प्रभु श्री राम सज्जनगड अस�� धाम शिखर शिंगणापूरात शंभु गोंदवलेकर सेवागिरी यमाई मुधाई भवानी सिद्धनाथ खंडोबा नागोबा कळसुबाई आणि काळुबाई पालीचा यळकोट खंडोबा वाईचा ढोल्या गणपती गडांचा गड प्रतापगड वसंतगड महिमानगड उंच धबधबा ठोसेघर पवनचक्याचं आगर देशसेवेत औवल आमुचा शुरांचा जिल्हा सातारा रांगडी भाषा सातारा कणव बंधुता सातारा स्त्रियांचा आदर सातारा प्रिती संगम सातारा डोंगर द-या सातारा हिरवागार सातारा बागाईत शेती सातारा धुपती गुरं सातारा दुष्काळ पडे नित्य असा मानदेश सुद्धा सातारा देशाची शान सातारा मराठी बाणा सातारा स्वातंत्य लढ्यात अग्रेसर अभिमान आमुचा सातारा
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Live life to the fullest,in ups and down .Celebrate life every cirtumtances and feelings 🎤🎤
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Keith Haring
Een kunstenaar die op een duidelijke en simpele manier gebruikt maakt van lichaamstaal. Zijn figuren heb niks nodig behalve een dikke omlijning om toch een boodschap te kunnen overbrengen.
Research for design
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Great changes of isolation in a thought...by...Edgar Whitman Wilde
there is a warmth
in the cold glow
of articulated extremities
that occur within
a biospherian belief
in the isolation
of esoteric initiation
of discoveries and
aspirations that allow
self consciousness to expand
to that dimension
isolated within brain cells
that can assimilate
and instigate great changes
in a personal universe
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An Almost Made Up PoemPoem
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Charles Bukowski
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it' all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I' not jealous
because we' never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame - not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they' told
us, but listening to you I wasn' sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, " her, print her, she' mad but she'
magic. there' no lie in her fire." I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn' happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn' help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.
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stond er hier deze ochtend ene te lachen aan mijn voordeur. bibi kon hem met moeite opheffen. 😆 #pompoen #moestuin #oogst van #deralte ❤ @potenpapaver voor jou is het speciaal: #poempoem 😜 #food #foodporn #photo #poweredbyrenee https://ift.tt/2T8CMJr stond er hier deze ochtend ene te lachen aan mijn voordeur. bibi kon hem met moeite opheffen. 😆 #pompoen #moestuin #oogst van #deralte ❤ @potenpapaver voor jou is het speciaal: #poempoem 😜 #food #foodporn #photo #poweredbyrenee
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Tell me something I don't want to hear,
like you think I'm ugly from my mouth to my ear.
Tell me another thing I don't want to know,
like you wan't to leave me but I don't want you to go.
Tell me a lie the beautiful one,
like you love me and you don't want me gone.
Tell me the truth the one that hurts a lot,
like there's no 'you and me' and I barely know that.
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reading and the act of finishing
Hey a prose poem thought poem not really poempoem why not
Like because you’ve just finished reading a book and you say just but really it was hours ago but you havent left it yet ur still in los angeles still skincrawlingly there and cant pull yourself out because
Its been half a year since you read a book last or had a hobby last or played your guitar for so long you cried or really did anything at all that was selfmotivated
Which isnt really a pretty poem word selfmotivated like ur at a team building exercise where you have to share what you hate the most about yourself with complete strangers and it was only really at that one english class where you shouted but really it only came out like words i dont know myself and noone agreed that you promised not to do team building exercises anymore
Which is a perhaps needlessly poetic way of phrasing that story but something needed to happen to claw us back from that whole selfmotivated disaster
But i guess what im saying is i dont know myself and i forgot that i knew that and that id stopped trying for a bit and now ive remembered because reading is fucking curative when two people who know themselves extremely fucking well and at the same time not at all standing in dreamland los angeles where youve never been before but you could swear your shadows are touching listen-
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I write poetry.
Mr.R
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Sometimes this is what I need, These poems aren't for anyone, For best results, include expression. #poempoem #alseafalls
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spring cleaning
"I want to pluck every thought and every word that’s ever escaped my mouth and ever dwelled in my brain because I feel nauseous and you’re a disease and I can’t even think the sound of your name because it’s like a rotten seed that you had planted and its blossom used to smell so sweet, but now it’s wilted and though I’ve pulled most of them out—my mind still harbors some of these horrible weeds. But I’ll pluck them out one by one and eventually your infestation will reduce to none— and I will sprout new life again."
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