#poetry wednesday

[tills-poetry-wednesday]

Poetry Wednesday - Episode 34 Sara Teasdale - May Poetry Wednesday is back. After taking some time to question, if all of the things I love should be exploited for content, I decided to film some videos again. There was just too much beautiful poetry in the air now that Spring is here and all is in bloom. I wanted to read a worker's poem on this 1st of May. But settled for flowers and sad love. Maybe go and listen to the INTERNATIONALE after this video.

[chainsawseesaw]

Happy Poetry Wednesday

Peeling Onions - Adrienne Rich

[nimata-beroya]

[oozins]

one billion angels vol. 02 💥

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

we are all born so beautiful, the greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not.

Rupi Kaur, milk and honey

[yellowjackets96]

i just know these four would link up and run the nevermore dead poets society like it’s the navy

(enid is a todd sun, charlie rising, todd moon. change my mind!)

[uwmspeccoll]

Wood Engraving Wednesday

On this last Wood Engraving Wednesday of 2023, it seems appropriate to end the year with some engravings by one of the principal revivers of the wood engraving in the early 20th century, Robert Gibbings (1889-1958). Gibbings acquired the Golden Cockerel Press in 1924, and in 1928 the press published this book, Miscellaneous Poems by Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) with twelve original wood engravings by Gibbings, printed in Waltham Saint Lawrence, Berkshire in an edition of 375 copies (of which, 150 were distributed in the U. S. by Random House, which had been founded a year earlier).

It also seems appropriate that Gibbings would print and publish a work by Swift as both shared parallels in their biographies: both were writers; both had deep connections to the Anglican Church of Ireland; and both were born in Ireland (Swift to an English family, spending the rest of his life in Ireland; Gibbings to an Irish family, and spending the rest of his life in England). And judging by these engravings, both shared an interest in the whimsical.

Our copy of Miscellaneous Poems is another gift from our friend Jerry Buff.

View more posts with engravings by Robert Gibbings.

View more posts from the Golden Cockerel Press.

View more posts with wood engravings!

[kedreeva]

can i participate in the WIP wednesday game even tho its for my masters thesis on science stuff….? i really need to write

you can do whatever you want forever

[ritikajyala]

-Fatale(a villain reimagined) by Ritika Jyala

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, Dearly; from 'Frida Kahlo, San Miguel, Ash Wednesday'

TEXT ID: Something’s burning somewhere, or did burn, once.

[tills-poetry-wednesday]

Poetry Wednesday - Episode 28

Albin Zollinger - Wo aber fliegen die Abendvögel hin

The first Swiss poem in this series. The opening lines didn't do too much for me. But the last two lines were stuck in my head for a while. A reminder that things and processes are beyond our awareness, knowledge and agency. The English translation could be:

"And always while we lie and sleep

Ships detach themselves darkly in the harbour."

[filmnoirsbian]

Spilled Inktober day 4: folk horror.

[lllivia]

I love you - W. A.

Wednesday Addams x fem!vampire!reader

Can be read as gn!reader too

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Wednesday hadn't seen you the whole day. Which was extremely unusual seeing that you had most of your classes together and you were always on time, almost never missing a day of school. She even asked Enid where you were seeing that Enid usually knew about everyone's whereabouts, but when she got a "no idea. I haven't seen Y/N since dinner yesterday" in response from Enid so she went back to her dorm and sent Thing to go look for you in your room while she started packing in case she had to go exploring for you in the woods, not surprised if you had gone out looking for clues about the hyde again much to her dismay.

Five minutes later Thing came scrambling back into Wednesday's dorm and onto her desk before signaling that you were laying in your bed coughing and looking quite ill after garlic poisoning from the blood soup you had for dinner the night before.

That's when Wednesday really started to get worried, who would put garlic in your soup like that? everyone knew that garlic could be deadly for a vampire. But she didn't have time to think about that now, she had to get to you as soon as possible.

Ten minutes later she was back from the woods with a squirrel she had shot down from a tall tree with Xavier's bow that she had managed to borrow after threatening to chop off all his fingers if he refused. She was planning to drain the blood from the squirrel to make you a warm cup of blood for you to enjoy. She would much rather have you drink hers as usual but she knew that considering the condition you were in right now that it was a chance you wouldn't be able to contain yourself and might accidentally drink too much of her blood.

She made Thing carry the cup of blood while she carried with the dark typewriter and some paper to continue her novel about Viper's adventures in.

When she got to your dorm and knocked getting no response she quietly walked in, immediately spotting your sleeping body, she sighed and walked over to you bending down to give your forehead a soft kiss filled with love before walking over and sitting by your desk continuing to write about Viper's mysteries.

After writing for about an hour and a half she got up from her seat, stretching her back before sitting back down onto the edge of your bed, setting the cup of blood down on the small table you had beside you before reading out loud everything she had been writing on in the last hour.

You didn't wake up before a little after midnight noticing the strong smell of delicious blood that was coming from next to you. You looked to your side starving and grabbed the cup drinking up every single drop of the lukewarm blood in a few seconds. You then notice the small note that was laying next to the cup before picking it up and curiously reading its contents.

"Love will leave few bruises

On several occasions.

It will hit some veins,

And do some damage in parts of you

That the eyes can't see.

But,

It will not give you bullet wounds

Nor will cut deep to the soul

It will never become a bystander while

Your heart bleeds to death.

W. A."

You smiled widely at your girlfriends poem and actions knowing this was her way of saying

"I love you"

💗 Masterlist 💗

- I have not written this poem and it does not belong to me, sadly I couldn't read the handwriting of the authors name so I won't be able to give proper credit 😭 -

This might have been a bit boring to read but I enjoyed writing it at least

[likethetemplelovesthelamb]

moon poem by svetlana kim

[starshipoftheseus]

seattle kraken x radiohead "let down"

trade deadline week. disappointment. the grief of love soon to depart. resilience. the death and resurrection of hope, again and again and again, until forever.

[simmyfrobby]

― Ghost Of, Diana Khoi Nguyen

Hockey Poetry Post 59/?

(Photo credit: Darcy Finley, link, link, Geoff Burke, link, Andrew Mordzynski, link)