#poetry of facebook

[niviria]

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.

k.b. // by jennifer johnson

[memory-for-trifles]

Radium Mother, 1903 by Jane Robinson

Screenshot from Irish Centre for Poetry Studies

[its-simply-just-krys]

[prosebyday]

After years of skimming books, Skipping chapters, spoiling endings – You decided to read me differently.  To caress the spine gently, savor every moment Linger on each word, softly turn each page To take things slowly.  That’s what we said.  You scribbled your annotations Dogeared my corners And tore out every page of me worth something On your journey of self discovery. I’m left splayed open, torn, jagged. we never made it to the end,  You decided it wasn’t fair to keep stringing me along After you already strung me along. You took me back to the beginning To the bench that started it all,  you spoke the words to end it You care more about the symmetry, the symbolism, than the cruelty of leaving me crying in the cold. I know exactly who I am, I can recall those pages by memory, I'll rewrite them, tuck them in gently. I might just be a little sloppy until I find the time to stitch my booklets and refinish my binding But you're left with my fragments. You still don't know who you are, who I am, you've learned nothing. You projected onto me never saw me as an equal and used me to try to grow. All you've done is take and hurt. Many years my elder and far less mature.

I am not the solution to your identity crisis // Grazia Curcuru

[sincerelymarner]

lost things, lang leav

(photo credits: andy devlin / derek leung / andre ringuette / chase agnello-dean / claus anderson / darren calabrese / jess rapfogel / steve russell)

[fixing-bad-posts]

[Image description: A tumblr post, edited blackout-poetry style to read, "children need to be exposed to drag."]

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children need to be exposed to drag

[techtow]

To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart. - Eleanor Roosevelt

[a-queer-seminarian]

Ceasefire Haiku by Faisal Mohyuddin

To kill with such ease, You must first murder your own Soul. Is it worth it?

Each next bomb you drop Kills another universe Of innocence, yours.

Their ghosts will haunt this Land, will remain forever Between you and rest.

Who then is the real Monster? Dreams will remind you, Every mirror too.

You too should demand Ceasefire. Don't tell me you have Given in too, died.

November 1, 2023

[maihonhassan]

I love you for reasons that were unknown to me. Was it your eyes? Was it your smile? Was it the way you talk? Was it the way you first looked at me? I don't know. Or maybe it as Atif Aslam said;

"Jaane teri aankhein thi ya baatein thi be wajah hove tum jo dil ki aarzo."

[itsmegallene]

“Using the word attachment is confusing given what we know about attachment. A better word for what she’s describing would provide a clearer picture of what she’s trying to say. Attachments are necessary for mental health.

Sometimes I say to clients “It sounds like you have an arrangement, not an attachment.”

Also, “Real love is the capacity to truly see and feel seen by another person.” We cannot truly see the other until we are able to see ourselves.”

Lara Doerrer's comment from Facebook.

—Gallene //attachments & love;

[niviria]

This musician, who is 3 years into post-stroke recovery, used a poem of mine to complete a piece of music he worked on and it is amazing! I love this piece and I love this website! https://hitrecord.org/records/6799022

[thoughtportal]

The Facebook Sonnet By Sherman Alexie May 9, 2011

[ratgill]

my grandpa would do numbers on here

[reptussanctus]

There's no point to regretting.

Regretting won't change it.

Life is one way. Can't go backwards

[bewilderedbuck]

on losing a mother