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[conjcosby]

The Famous Final Scene by Bob Seger ▫ If you enjoy this then you should listen to the actual song. 😊🙏

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[vesperwhispered]

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[leahhuetemaines]

NEW FROM FINISHING LINE PRESS: Where Things Start by Luba Ostashevsky

PREORDER NOW: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/where-things-start-by-luba-ostashevsky/

Luba Ostashevsky teaches chemistry at a high school in North Brooklyn and works as a literary agent. She immigrated from the Soviet Union with her family as a child. Her verse and short fiction have been published in Orbis, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Broad River Review, The Cape Rock,Newtown Literary, Straight Forward Poetry, New Engagement and The Cortland Review. She lives in Queens, NY.

ADVANCE PRAISE FOR Where Things Start by Luba Ostashevsky

The title of this beautiful collection is so apt: in these poems, we indeed experience “the pleasure of not knowing what comes next”, which is one of the great pleasures poetry can give. In other words, we are constantly surprised by where these poems go: they will move from beautiful and close observation of the natural world; to a childhood memory of Soviet Russia; to meditations on scientific phenomena; to the experience of love, sexuality, parenthood, and day to day life in the city. This is Ostashevsky’s world: rich, delightful, analytical, deeply felt. The poet brings the entirety of her self into her work, the entirety of a life being lived. She transforms its complexities into surprising pleasures. Her implicit questions to us: should a poem be any less mysterious than life itself? Isn’t there great pleasure to be had in not knowing what comes next?

–Geoffrey Nutter, author of Cities of Dawn

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[svatipoetry]

Overthinking

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[psilocybemind33]

New Moon in Scorpio The Darkness will come for you. 

November is the month of  the Death Poets rejoice. 

[poeticwarfaresblog]

"PAINKILLERS"

She showed him her fangs;

Blood drenched they were;

She danced around the campfire;

Singing old witch tails;

She made him feel;

No more of the devil's pills;

No summer time chills;

For this love he could kill;

Heartbeat chilled;

The devil's deals;

Souls descending from hills;

No more pills.

[tatianareallyknows]

What do I know

I don’t know anything. Tell me, were do I go? I know nothing at all; how do I breath in this smothering heat? I know nothing at all; how do I accept and love myself? I know nothing at all; how to be a good sister and daughter? I know nothing at all; how to find the right path? I know nothing at all; how to discover whom to love? I know nothing at all; how to find out how to grow if all I know is nothing at all?! How to survive in such a cruel world ruled by claws, if all I have is a small sensitive heart with vessels made of gold? How to be myself without turning into a failure? I don’t know, because all I know is nothing at all. -Tatiana Flores

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[itsyourpluto]

Maybe we can romanticise this awful life. Maybe for a minute or an hour, we can pause reading the bad news and just have a chocolate ice cream or just listen to calming music. Maybe we can stop and take a deep breathe and say thank you to the nature and just appreciate every moment we have. Maybe we can romanticise death—not that we have to be sad or kill ourselves but we can always visit graveyard or just remind ourselves that every minute passes by bring ourselves closer to death for death always walking beside us. We know it too well that nothing last forever and maybe that's why we're always obsessed with the idea that we're nothing. We always feel like the world shakes every time we lose someone (and that's okay because we're gifted with this weird little thing called heart) I don't know how many times we say that our heart is broken but it's not. It's still there, functioning as it always is. It's funny when you fall in love, you will tell them that they make us happy (but aren't we supposed to say they make us happier?) because we should feel happy with our own company in the first place. We hold each other's hands and hug and kiss but when things get hard, we leave (and maybe that's okay because if we feel sad more often then that's a red flag and we should continue our life separately). But really, go on and be so fucking disappointed with life and love and the world, be so angry that it's time to make a better change in life. It's time to love life by protesting for a better life;exposing the bad and respecting the good ones. And don't forget that you're the main character in your life. Change is inevitable so say fuck off when you think they deserve it and say thank you for the love and kindness and forgive people when it is time to.

— Your Pluto

[risingreverie]

trust the pace of

your unfolding life.

may you conquer adversity

with a graceful leap

into the future.

[sarahthepoet]

She stayed silent, the battle within her corrupted mind went unnoticed. For she was alone, she carried that perfectly structured smile so well. Although throughout the day she would painfully crumble into nothing. For there was only so much that she as a human being could take, the overwhelming thoughts of doom slowly affected the well functioning parts of her brain. Alone, she became insane.

sarahthepoet

[freewillpoetess-blog]

This oblivion called “love”, I fail every time....

Amongst the lovely hues of life, I found your bitter colour

In between the stagnant rage in my mind, I captivated your immense darkness

Striving for logical humour in this eventful life, I may have laughed at my innocence

When the mind held soul like a prey, I restrained the predator in you

Doubting even a single amicable thought, I stumbled upon lost faith

Still, you rewarded my devotion with shameless ego, ending up me in dust....

Shikha

[conjcosby]

Stardate: 2023.5.25 ▫ Such a great song to listen to and I'll be reading it to you on my TikTok page this afternoon. 😊🙏

https://www.tiktok.com/@conjcosby?_t=8cMKz8MdL5f&_r=1

[qqmalfoy]

A poem is letter by the troubled,

November transcends as poetry,

for the collapsing world.

The month you left, November.

You leave behind anger,

and gift the ability to run away from the scene of crime.

I develop an unhealthy relation with nostalgia,

As I wait for a mother,

who does not respond.

And doesn't accept her gifts back.

We had a ‘maybe in another life’ kind of love.

Of what little I know,

I can safely say this:

As if the world was about to end,

I'd say it shall end in November.

But the arrival of December,

jasmine perfumes, and the nature smoking out it's pipe;

father says,

“you look like your mother.”

Maybe,

I still carry the mercy of my mother in me.

- J

[leahhuetemaines]

New Deadline Sept. 15, 2022.

https://finishinglinepress.submittable.com/submit/222378/new-womens-voices-chapbook-competition

A prize of $1,500, royalty contract, and publication by Finishing Line Press is given annually for a poetry chapbook by a writer who identifies as a woman and has not yet published a full-length collection.

Leah Huete de Maines will judge.

Submit a manuscript of 16 to 30 pages of poetry plus bio, title page, and acknowledgments

with a $20 entry fee by September 15, 2022.

We do allow hybrid manuscripts in addition to traditional poetry manuscripts: prose poetry or formal verse.

We do allow art to be included with the manuscript. Please follow page count guidelines. One page of art is equal to one page of poetry.

All entries are considered for publication.

Christen Kincaid, Editor.

[svatipoetry]

irreparable damage

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[adriccenerii]

A piece from a poem of the chapter 'darkness within' from my new book walking towards happiness, a journey of a life in darkness towards the light. • - wounds - heridas •oscuridad interna•Español: eres el ser humano que mi brindo la vida pero el resentimiento que te tengo no se olvida entre tú y yo solo hay heridas grietas profundas que aunque quisiera no cerrarían • • My new book #walkingtowardshappiness © walking towards happiness will be available at @amazon April 25th, 2019 and Spanish version at the end of 2019 Softcover & kindle • • Thank you so much for reading me! Much Love ♥️ 🤗😍♥️ • • for more follow me #adricceneri // @adricceneri #mypoetryadricceneri . . . also by adric ceneri: My Poetry . . . . #poetsofinstagram #poetryislife #poetryisalive #poetry #poemsofig #poeticjustice #poemsdaily #todayspoem #poemoftheday #poetryoftheday #poetofinstagram #poetoftheday #authorlife #author #poemsporn #micropoem #poetryaccount #poetryislife #poetrylovers #poetrysociety #poetry_addicts #poemsoftheday #painfulquotes #frasedeldía #accionpoetica (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/adricceneri/p/BwKOdKIn7x7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1h3fjw8poy34d