#poetry inspo

[awesomehoggirl]

this poem is a success story

[poetryorchard]

Growing up, Studio Ghibli films were my greatest comfort and inspiration. If you are pondering how to appreciate small moments and romanticize life, it is my belief that Ghibli holds the answers! - Blossom 🍒

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[anothermidasswriter]

Sometimes, things aren't complicated to understand. They're just hard to accept.

[thedarkmaidenn]

Poetry Prompt: “the creatures I know”

[likeapear]

Poetry Inspo: Cirilla

“Far from Love the Heavenly Father Leads the Chosen Child, Oftener through Realm of Briar Than the Meadow mild. Oftener by the Claw of Dragon Than the Hand of Friend Guides the Little One predestined To the Native Land.” - "Far from Love the Heavenly Father...", Emily Dickinson

[ishanispoems]

Let’s play a slight guessing game. I’m having a moment with Bollywood songs in my poetry so let’s see if you can guess the movie by the GIFs. If you get it on the first GIF, 3 points, 2nd then 2 and if you get it on the last picture, then 1 point. Of course, if you couldn’t guess it all then you receive 0 points and you do not remove any points. At the end, I will tell you the answer. This is the first round of many.

Last one people!

This was hard! Did you get it?

It was Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham! Tally up your points and put them in the comment section! Watch out for hints of one of their songs… Suraj Hua Maddham in a upcoming poem. Talking about upcoming stuff, watch out for my new series, “Poetry Advice” that will be uploaded here! First episode- How to get inspo! Hope you all will watch it.

[stabbedpages]

My friends tell me we'd be good together and I frown and tell them it's not like that. But then tell me why it's 10 am on a Sunday afternoon and I'm lying on my bedroom floor, writing shitty poetry about you. Tell me why I walk into crowded rooms, always looking for you. Tell me why I turn around every time a door turns open, hoping it's you. Tell me why every time I get a text, I'm always looking for your name on the notifications bar. Tell me what it is if it's not like that. Tell me, darling, what do I call it then?

And I thought the blood on my bedroom floor was for the boy or the girl or the other boy or maybe the other girl that I had told my friends I'd fallen for this month. So tell me, darling, why the ink on these pages spells your name.

And I kiss sanity goodbye at midnight. I text you poetry I know I'll regret, I tell you that I love you and that I can kiss away the scars if you let me. I tell you that it doesn't matter if the world burns as long as I get to burn in your arms, that it doesn't matter if the glaciers and ice caps are melting as long as I have your lips on mine, that it doesn't matter if the world freezes over because I'll have you and our cheap gas station wine and we can dance in the refrigerator light- two slow dancers, last ones out.

[strawberry---jam]

i'm in the middle of multiple writing projects at the moment, and i don't see a finish line.

i'm just brainstorming at the moment, on pinterest to see what visuals strike my creativity.

these are the poetry collections i want to write:

-my dream home in the woods, the life my husband and i dream of

-a victorian christmas (cozy n nostalgic)

-a mother's day collection (for my mother in law)

-a sequel to the christian poetry i worked on in 2019

[cucurbitophobia]

10/31/22

Did some blackout poetry in school. Passage from Frankenstein

[frogwaltzes]

original poetry

written May 31st, 2022

[aloneinarestaurant]

[lucidloving]

Girlpool—Before the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out Boy—The Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"

[literarydesire]

The sort of work that feels like play

[thedarkmaidenn]

Poetry Prompt: careless arms

I was indecisive while naming this poem. At first, I was going to title it “The Dark Maiden”. The Dark Maiden was coined by the late Shekhinah Mountainwater. In her book, Ariadnes Thread, she shares her idea of there being a fourth aspect to the triple Goddess. The fourth aspect being the Dark Maiden. The Bright Maiden waxes, the Mother is Full, the Dark Maiden wanes and the Crone goes dark. She mentions how every young woman enters adulthood as one of the two Maidens. The Bright Maiden is who we know the Maiden to be. She is fire, spring, eager to take on the world, fearless and she has a masculine way about her. The Dark Maiden is water, fall, careful, deeply emotional and she has a more feminine way about her. The Dark Maiden is the twisted feminine energy that takes a long time to heal. Her childhood was rough, she was placed in careless arms. So she enters her adulthood with many burdens that she must unpack all by herself. I am a Dark Maiden. A dark maiden on her journey to uncovering her bright self, because a bright maiden does exist within the spirit of every Dark Maiden. This poem reflects the making of a Dark Maiden.

I chose Of The Night because more people might be able to relate to such a title. There are many children of the night in this world, and this title seemed the most fitting.

[likeapear]

Poetry Inspo: Geralt

To Dandelion

“Heart not so heavy as mine,

Wending late home,

As it passed my window

Whistled itself a tune, -

A careless snatch, a ballad,

A ditty of the street;

Yet to my irritated ear

An anodyne so sweet,

It was as if a bobolink,

Sauntering this way, Carolled and mused and carolled,

Then bubbled slow away.

It was as if a chirping brook

Upon a toilsome way

Set bleeding feet to minuets

Without the knowing why.

To-morrow, night will come again,

Weary, perhaps, and sore.

Ah, bugle, by my window,

I pray you stroll once more!” - "Heart not so heavy as mine...", Emily Dickinson

[pagesofjasmine]

Me and books!