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sivavakkiyar · 10 months

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Amiri Baraka

#the first poem I ever loved #tw: suicide #amiri Baraka #poetry #I remember suddenly realizing woah poetry can do this?#I thought it was all about flowers and love #took me a while to love the flowers and love stuff too

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frout · 3 months

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Franz Wright for Typo Magazine

#writing #the first poem i ever loved #and the first one i ever lived

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gunpowder-arti · 23 days

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sad cat poem - spencer madsen

#long post #no id #colored pearl #spearmaster #rain world #seven red suns #THIS HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS SINCE. FEBRUARY. HI.#it was literally just sitting there only slightly unfinished. a conversation with taut convinced me to finally Finish the damn thing #ever since i first read the poem i knew i wanted to make something with it #ultimately it was between this and hollow knight and ultimately i settled on spearmaster angst ! yippee #still a hollow knight reference or two in there because. it;s me. come on. but it's spearmaster ultimately #anyways. do yoy love the color of the spearmaster sad cat poem

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wwxsflutesolo · 10 months

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"Chuuya. Come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I are destined to—"

@/kedreeva// ernest hemingway - the old man and the sea// death cab for cutie - summer years// unknown// unknown// lidia yuknavitch - the chronology of water: a memoir// richard siken - saying your names// taylor swift - gorgeous// unknown// victor hugo - les miserables// jeanette winterson - lighthousekeeping// sylvia Plath - lady lazarus// margaret atwood - power politics// tory adkisson - Anecdote of the Pig//richard siken - planet of love, wishbone// ethel cain - hard times// margaret atwood - variations on the word love

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hairtusk · 2 years

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Letters from Yorkshire by Maura Dooley

#i think this is one of the first poems I ever truly loved. anyway.#been thinking about this poem a lot today #letters from yorkshire #maura dooley #poetry

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noburden · 2 years

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“I’m sorry that I love you like this”

the social network / virginia woolf / lizzy mcalpine - “just because” / mac and KJ - paper girls) / ross gay (quietvoiced) / richard siken / brokeback mountain / moonlight / salma deera / pablo neruda / the social network / louise o’neill - only ever yours

#omg a web weaving about love that’s the first time anyone has ever done this ! groundbreaking !!#tina i did indeed steal pictures from you . hope you’re not mad love u #the last two just fit too well together…#web weaving #the social network #brokeback mountain #moonlight #poems #writing #on love #compilations #parallels #richard siken #lizzy mcalpine

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dootznbootz · 3 months

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Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".

They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)

I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅

Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂

#I wrote this last night. I'll do the asks I got later. don't worry! :D #I am the cheese god remember?😅#I think these two would try to “out-cheese” each other and whoever is left speechless first loses #“I would forget my own name before I would ever forget you” bullshit. CHEESY #And yes. “I sleep in our nest with you or outside on the dirt” stupidity >:D #I plan for Odysseus as a beggar to ask why she waits so long. As he's been gone a longer amount of time than the time they had together #(Simply asking as reassurance. He knows his answer. Calypso asked him. but what about Penelope?) but she gets mad at the #“Beggar” and pities him as he must be telling the truth about having a miserable life if he never got the chance to know such devotion #How what they have could never be sullied by #something as trivial as distance and years. How the years with him were the best in her life. Only made better by their son.#'My dear Joy made songs and poems about love a reality as that was simply the life we shared. Even separated our 'song' will always echo #no matter how long it's been. I'LL make sure it always does. And I know he's doing the same... That strange man used to say that #even if he died his corpse would drag itself back to us before he'd ever give up.'#...I'm not one for 'odyssey zombie au' but when I first heard it yeah. :'D Came up with this back then #“His eyes as hard as flint or horn-” Bullshit! The sad lil fuck is hiding sobs with coughs and telling her to keep away for fear of her #catching whatever “illness” he has. The nice thing about being disguised as old means sickly old man works.#...#I'm noticing that Odysseus has a lot of silly oneliners while I write Penelope with a shit ton of set up :'D #They are so silly and I love them so much #...I wrote a lot :'D #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #odypen #yahoo!!!#sometimes I wonder if I should tag this with more things but I don't want to taint the regular tags with my bullshit :'D I KNOW I'm insane

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slovoricbutbetter · 5 months

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Poem, name: Loved

Loved,

After years safe in my mother’s embrace which only felt stifling before,

After years of blind loneliness.

Loved,

In our conversations where I fuck up and you only hold me,

In everything you do for me.

Loved,

Talking to my dad late into the night, crying into his chest because of him,

And knowing he cares, he only wants me safe.

Loved,

Giving myself grace within my own mind,

Saying ‘there’s hope’ and believing myself.

Loved,

Because I met someone broken who saw my own pain and I trusted them with it,

Because I finally met myself and let him touch other people.

Loved not for perfection,

But for me and the humanity of that scared boy,

For what I can do and for what I can’t.

Loved,

And finally able to love,

Others and myself.

#this is my third ever poem #the only reason i'm not sharing the first two is 'cause they're about other people and that'd be a Breach of some kind #i'm honestly so proud of it #writing poetry is very fun it turns out #original poem #poetry #poems and poetry #love poem #does it count? i think it should #slovo writes

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sailorsallyart · 2 years

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'Old Bones' was first published in the Columbia Poetry Review #21, 2008 Edition.

#misha collins #old bones #wanted to do something misha inspired for his birthday #and this was first ever poem by him I read #and I love it #poetry #artist on tumblr #poems #some things i still can't tell you

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aeide-thea · 9 months

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#don't ask me how i ended up here ('was it a fic‚ K?' 'yes‚ obviously it was a fic.') but #this poem somehow makes me think of plath's 'black rook in rainy weather'#not because the poems are at all similar but because it's that feeling of a dull ruinous landscape suddenly illuminated #like. the sestet here is SO workmanlike and wearisome #yesterday. grey. eyes. wise. 'one that is ever kind' right okay you're making up the syllable count. etc etc #and then—'the fire that stirs about her‚ when she stirs‚ / burns but more clearly.'#'o she had not these ways / when all the wild summer was in her gaze.'#like. my god.#the sudden wild white beating of swan's wings. the lift of my battered enraptured heart.#anyway. 'did you know famous poet william butler yeats had his moments‚ actually??' you heard it here extremely not first.#(i mean. that said—imagine writing a poem that ascribed any qualities to a woman you couldn't reassign to a horse.)#(like. billy boy. do you love anything about her but her beauty and her ~spirit~. is she intelligent. is she funny. is she fiercely moral.)#(ah well.)#poetry #w.b. yeats

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inrainprose · 4 months

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Walking Home, Lo Rain

#poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #i have One (1) poetry mode #and it's I Love My Friends #I feel like that's all i ever write #oh well #yeah i'm gonna post everything from here first from now on i guess #cause it's where i have more followers #idk i'm feeling very one blog to rule them all these days #min #my writing #l'écriture des choses

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azurechicken · 7 months

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Astarion gets cute aggrassion and bites you bites you bites you and you die

#what is your walk of shame count to withers with this one included?#i just cant stop thinking about a clueless tav just doing a mundane thing but it looks like the cutest thing ever for astarion #who is experiencing these feelings for the first time and just goes overboard with it without intending to #and tav comes back from dead like. wow this is the best love poem ive ever gotten #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion

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spiderversegf · 30 days

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i want to share my favorite line from a poem and i feel like you’d like it. it’s from warsan shire’s 34 excuses why failed at love: “i am a lover without a lover / i am lovely and lonely / i belong deeply to myself”

I LOVE WARSAN SHIRE ‼️

#💌#one of the first poems i ever loved :)#owen tag

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im-an-anthusiast · 1 month

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Grasp Of Gold

Eyes drawn to a gleaming, golden glow

It spreads with a pace not at all slow

From my fingers to all that I grasp

Spreads gold, eliciting a sweet gasp

All that I touch, it turns into gold

All that I touch, it betters tenfold

All that I touch, they love to behold

All that I touch, with my grasp of gold

Everything, so much better like this

Turned gold, filling anyone with bliss

Turned gold at a graze, at a mention

Why would that not be my intention?

Must be made use of, before it’s gone

Gold – they say – such a precious metal

Weight so crushing, far more than a tonne

Snapping my neck, with each new medal

All that I touch, it’s good, I’ve been told

All that I touch, like in tales of old

All that I touch, its fate, long foretold

All that I touch, with my grasp of gold

Gleaming hands trailing all in their reach

Drenching all things in a golden bleach

Shining fingers rammed deep in my core

So that I may be what you adore

Will you hold dear, all that I will hold?

In spite of? Because of? I can’t tell

Will you cherish, all that I turn gold?

Is there an end to this lustrous well?

All that I touch, is it what I’m told?

All that I touch, is it what it’s called?

All that I touch, will it rust, when old?

All that I touch, with my grasp of gold

Hands around my neck, glistening gold

Hot flesh and blood turn overly cold

A golden statue, for you to see

Isn’t that what you want me to be?

And if the gold ever goes matted?

Will you still be there, for me to hold?

Or has what I am never mattered?

Am I naught, without my grasp of gold?

All that I touch, has to be turned gold

All that I touch, must better tenfold

All that I touch, they have to behold

All that I touch, with this grasp of gold

Eyes drawn to a dreaded, golden glow

It spreads with a pace that feels too slow

From my fingers to all that I grasp

Spreads gold, eliciting that sick gasp

#a silly little rewrite of one of the first poems I have ever written #i am beginning to feel as though I may have used the word 'gold' a bit much #I quite like how I used to write though - starting at a far more normal perhaps even prideful point and descending into a sort of madness #I've always found it quite... ironic? how the golden touch of Midas is often viewed as a good thing in popular media tbh #like yeah gold is great but have you read the actual myth???#gonna be honest it's quite hard to translate non-syllabic verses into syllabic ones #younger (16 months back) me is not making it easy for me #anyway! thank you for reading dear whoever you are - stranger or mutual - I love you! mwah mwah!#poetry #writing #poem #original poem #aspiring writer #poemblr #signed; fa

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crimeronan · 1 year

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orpheus sucked. i've said it before and i'll say it again: if you loved her you wouldn't look. rip to eurydice girl if you were married to ME i'd walk straight out of hell and keep walking and if i never saw you again it would be okay because i'd know you were alive and carry that with me and none of the rest of it would matter because THAT'S WHAT LOVE IS and anything else makes my skin crawl. your husband fuckin SUCKSSSSS dude i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry an ugly bitch would do you like that i'm SO s