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lunchboxpoems · 2 years

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REFUSAL TO MOURN

In lieu of flowers, send him back.

ANDREA COHEN

#andrea cohen #poem #poetry #mourning #grief #loss #death #funeral #poetry month #grief poem #grief poetry

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nosebleedclub · 2 years

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poetry month challenge

1. long after 2. fawn-like 3. milk teeth 4. devil town 5. rusted 6. love you’ve given 7. real angel 8. driving past your elementary school 9. contamination 10. 2:21 AM 11. forgotten room 12. dollmaker 13. blade 14. husk 15. never 16. seed moon 17. bread and wine 18. day of rain 19. ecological crisis 20. espalier 21. reclamation 22. clever prey 23. peach blossom 24. eyes in the dark 25. sanity 26. pollen 27. bobby pin 28. reckoning 29. peninsula 30. true face

#poetry month #prompts #nosebleedclub #poetry month challenge #monthly prompt challenge #april prompt challenge

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youhavenofaith · 2 years

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spn poetry month day twenty six: dirt @spnpoetryrenaissance

dean coding catching up w me </3

#yeah this broke me a little #i finally shat something out again <333 #it’s been a looooong week beloveds #super weird time around here so i hope this is grounded enough xxx #i’ve got more dirt content to share stay tuned #I’m a big dirt fan #this is how big dirt can still win #spnpoetryrenaissance #spn poetry #poetry month #deancas #things i wrote #dirt #dirtcore

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itwasnightwhenyoudied · 2 years

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THE ENIGMA OF PAMELA BARNES

psychic pamela barnes, dean POV.

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I dig

the way

she digs

plum nails

under this

thick skin

with ease

and her

flirty prose.

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I dig

how she

digs deep

with only

a look

that says

'S up, cowboy?

when she

already knows.

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I dig

how her

digging dirt

on those

dead dirtbags

is like

me digging

a spoon

into pie.

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I dig

that she

digs us

the way

she does–

and needs

give no

reason as

to why.

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written for the @spnpoetryrenaissance spn poetry month challenge. you can find info on the event by clicking HERE —*spooky-ass voice* come, join usssss... the prompt words for 02/04/22 were: MINOR/UNDERRATED CHARACTER.

#spnpoetryrenaissance #spn #spn poetry #pamela barnes #minor character appreciation #salmondean #sam winchester #dean winchester #the brothers winchester #supernatural #poetry #poetry month #poems #spn fic #in verse #turbowrites #turboheller

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blackchildrensbooksandauthors · 2 years

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📚History, Hoops, and Jimi Hendrix: Picture Books for National Poetry Month

#our stories matter #poetry month #black authors #kidlit

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malakkc-poetry · 2 years

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Poetry

Poet, poem, poetry

Organize the images in the writer,

Every word is a symbol that will let

The poet achieve the portrait that will be

Remembered in all its glory of their bravado

Yearning to be heard with great pomp.

(Double acrostic poem)

#malak kalmoni chehab #original poem #original work #inkstay #writerscreedchallenge #double accrostic poem #poetry month #importance of poetry #courage

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env0 · 2 years

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Guess who has their poetry published in the neighboring town?

#Selca #Selfie #My face #My writing #Napowrimo #Poetry month #Dublin California #Dublin #East bay #My poetry #Spilled ink #Writeblrcafe #Writeblr #Published writer #Env0 writes

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the-liminal-place · 2 years

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BABYGIRL

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he smokes

his cigarette

like it's the last one on earth,

but he's always got two packs

more.

floppy hair

—that smells of something fruity

and car grease

and his grease—

dances

in his eyes

and he plays

at tucking strands

behind pierced ears

while his old guitar plays you

“bobby mcgee”

because he knows:

you're watching him,

so in the moment.

he sidles up,

that cowboy,

puts them dirty fingers

in his filthy mouth,

then in yours,

and you don't care

they got the day smeared on them.

you lick 'em clean

then touch them

to your heart.

you're his little campfire

and he's your box of kitchen matches.

mmm, babygirl.

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#babygirl #queer #queer poetry #poetry #poems #love poems #smoking #poetry month #poetry month 2022 #liminal words #the liminal place

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chucksfavouriteprophet · 2 years

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my dad has a knife collection

robyn’s dad took her to the fairground this weekend. she said he bought her candy floss and they went on the big wheel. she showed us the fluffy bear toy he won for her on the hook-a-duck.

daniel’s dad stayed home all sunday to build lego with him. they made a spaceship with loads of guns on the back. i tried to tell daniel the guns weren’t very good because they weren’t the sort that would work from long distance. miss told me off for saying that.

megan’s dad taught her a new math equation last night. it was a really tricky one no one could understand but he spent all evening sitting with her showing her how to do it. megan says her dad always helps her with her homework.

my dad didn’t come home this weekend. he doesn’t come home many weekends, but this time it was for good. my mum said that was just the risk of his job, but i caught her crying while she polished glasses behind the bar. i never understood all the things my friends say they do with their dads. i suppose now, i never will.

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Supernatural Poetry Month - Day 2, minor character

going through a jo phase at the moment, so here’s a little something i wrote in about 5 minutes when i was bored at work for @spnpoetryrenaissance poetry month celebration!

#spnpoetryrenaissance #supernatural #spn #jo harvelle #poetry month #spn poetry #spn poetry month #is this even a poem idk

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goingtolebanon · 2 years

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first day of napowrimo (using @mercuriian's prompts)

#cricket arts #poetry #napowrimo #poetry month #journal #art #undescribed #<- apologies it's 11 pm and there's a lot in the image #ALSO I FUCKING FAILED THE PROMPT DONT LOOK AT ME #for some reason i just cannot write anything short #cricket writes

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lunchboxpoems · 2 years

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ANDREA COHEN

#Andrea cohen #poem #poetry #ghosts #ghosting #grief poem #loss #grief #poetry month #grief poetry

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feytouched · 3 years

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on learning i am not, in fact, a fairytale heroine | the orangery literary society 🍊

#horse girl poetry babeyyy #this is loosely based on a fairytale by the same name i published at the age of 9 #poetry #spilled ink #inkskinned #the golden horse #fairytales #writing #the orangery literary society #national poetry month #poetry month #my writing

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nosebleedclub · 3 years

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Poetry Month Challenge

1. Four crows 2. Heavy breath 3. Uncontrollable 4. Strawberry field 5. No longer inviolable 6. Mold 7. 11:05PM 8. Police Sirens 9. Voicemail 10. Paradise 11. “A letter came for you” 12. Hiding Place 13. Foreign city 14. Extinction 15. Kittens 16. Tree-lined 17. Petrichor 18. Fake ID 19. Home back then 20. Lost pilot 21. Throat 22. Cut fruit 23. Dewy 24. Genetics 25. Cherry tree 26. Pink moon 27. Tribulation 28. Commune 29. “Walk me home” 30. New growth

#poetry month #prompts #nosebleedclub #poetry month challenge #monthly prompt challenge

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itwasnightwhenyoudied · 2 years

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WORTHY (TEAM FREE WILL)

SPN TFW poem, dean POV, s5ep13: the song remains the same.

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Finally, worthy. Worth something

good? Something righteous?

Finally; because

bringing up my brother

—only a dumb child myself—

meant dragging him behind me

like Jacob Marley's chains,

and that really doesn't count.

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Finally, worthy. Worth something

reputable? Something honorable?

Finally; because you failed him.

Your one and only job.

Not even recognising

another addict in the family.

"You're more like him than I'll ever be."

(open to interpretation).

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Finally, worthy. Worth something

favourable? Something Noble?

Finally; because I tried. I tried so hard

and it wasn't even close

to good enough. He called me

his Right Hand Man like it was

an insult. I could never live

up to her sacred memory.

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Finally, worthy. Worth something

acceptable? Something virtuous?

Finally; because maybe, maybe I'm more

than the the high-school diploma

I didn't get? More than that

six bucks burning a hole

in my back burner, my unholy denim

pocketful of holes.

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Finally, worthy. Worth something

admirable? Something pure?

Finally; because somebody believes.

Someone of his calibre believes.

In me. One from above believes

in all of the above… I'm incredulous,

yeah, but also thrilled. Free, to answer

a better calling—maybe even... more?

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Finally, worthy. Worth something

positive. Something just.

Finally; because I'm finally

sure of something other

than things going bump in the night;

sure of something worthy of my voice

not mocking when I say its name:

Team Free Will, goddammit.

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written for day 1 of THIS SPN POETRY CHALLENGE. the prompt words were TEAM FREE WILL. this event is run by the wonderful mods of @spnpoetryrenaissance, thanks so much guys :)

also, i want to thank @rauko-is-a-free-elf, my very gorgeous friend, for inviting me to join in with this event <333

#spn poetry #is my very favourite thing about being in this fandom #so happy to be taking part in this. :))#spn #spn poetry challenge #spnpoetryrenaissance #poems #poetry #poetry month #destiel #heller words #turboheller

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poisonseed12 · 2 years

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A tribute to Dead Poets Society, my all time favourite movie.

This was quite the ambitious redraw! I was so frickin tired in the mid process ugh

This is featured on The Interlude magazine, also as a submission for Poetry Month!

https://theinterlude.net/

#medibang #artists on tumblr #digital art #medibang paint #my art #redraw #movie redraw #classic movies #dead poets society #dead poets live #dead poets honor #poetry #o captain my captain #mr keating #robin williams #world poetry day #poetry month

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heatherrosebabcock · 2 years

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A Postcard to my PTSD

I don't believe in ghosts but I know what it's like to be haunted by them.

Some days, there is a vestige of the woman I might have become. She is sitting cross-legged in the grass on a late August afternoon, reading the palms of children to distract them from the bees. She is carefully picking up shards of broken beer bottle glass off of the sidewalk so that no dog shall cut his paw. She says 'let's feed the fish' and stuffs her ceramic fish bank full of coins in anticipation of a rainy day.

She lies dormant and breathless under the fetid junkyard heap of other people's hang-ups, other people's insecurities, other people's trauma. Usually. But some days I am the woman I might have become.

If only for a moment.

#living with ptsd #ptsd poem #ptsd poetry #canlit #poetry month #poem

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