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majestativa · 1 month

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She illumines the earth, Her three eyes moon, sun, and fire flashing light.

— Ramprasad Sen, Singing to the Goddess: Poems to Kali and Uma, compiled by Rachel Fell McDermott, (2001)

#Bengali #Ramprasad Sen #Singing to the Goddess: Poems to Kali and Uma #Rachel Fell McDermott #(2001)#Kali

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canopusilke · 2 months

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senin geceni aydınlatan ay, en karanlık gecemin şahidiydi o gece.

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poetrybyonur · 1 year

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That is all I ever want and need. Life with you.

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birkaptaninhatiradefteri · 1 month

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Sen, ben ve de sahil kenarında küçük bir ölüm. Her şeyin sonunda oraya, yan yana gömerler belki bizi. Çocuklar kumdan kaleler yapar üstümüze, bir kadın cesurca bırakır kendini hırçın denize… senin için kül olmaktan vazgeçtim. Rüzgarın kuyruğuna tutunmak yerine, şimdiki gibi çürümeyi seçiyorum. Fedakarlığımı anlıyorsun ya?

#edebiyat #aşk #tumblr şiir #şiir #şiirheryerde #şiirler #şiirsokakta #poetry #poem #lovers #ölümle yaşam arasında #deniz kıyısı #sen ve ben #literature

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sculptorofcrimson · 1 month

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The first to fall

A distracted poem about Custodes, Valdor and the Emperor. :)

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The first snowfall after you,

I thought it would never end

I remember the rock, the first time

It was black, like oil

The wind, it howled

Blasphemies, treacheries, it promised that I would be free

(We chose this death)

(We needed no promises)

It burned alive

Louder than death

The first snowfall after you,

I thought it would never end

The first Throne before you

We thought it would never end

We thought you’d never die,

never fall, never lose

And our duty would never end

The snow melts before your golden gaze,

and I linger in that embrace.

King, always

Master, now

Emperor, may You reign forever

The sun caresses your hair

(It does not dare displease you)

I remember the snows, my lord

It was pale, like bone

It was pale, like the strangled storm,

When we betrayed them, butchered them,

Crushed them beneath the bones

Of the mountain

(We did not dare displease you)

For you, my lord

For you, the laurels of the slaughter

Just to see your face

The sunlight

It drapes itself, it dances in your dreams

Your shadow eclipsed the moon

It bathed with beauty in the red sands of Mars

And became the sky

It slept with the stars themselves

The first snowfall after you,

I thought it would never end

The first mourning after you

I wanted it to never begin

I carried you home after your vengeance

I can't forget how you bled

We can’t forget,

Holding your corpse

Your bones

In our conjoined arms

(I was your son, my lord.)

(I built your fortress.)

(You treated us like cattle.)

It's warmer than our souls

It’s purer than our knives

Forget the cold

Forget the frost

Forget the gold of your tomb

Do kings love?

Do you love us, our lord?

We obeyed,

I obeyed

The last order

You gave me

I ran

(I died for you, my king)

Ra

A fool

A sacrifice

A love, you lost, my lord

Are we not master and slave?

Heavy is the head that bears the laurel

Glorious is the hand that holds the chain

The first snow after you

Walking the steps alone, my brothers abandoned,

My spear forgotten,

my armors, symbols of office cast aside

I thought it would never end

Crowned myself a crown in yellow

(For you to reign, my lord)

Crushed the storm, beneath gold and knives

(For you to reign, my lord)

Valdor

The loyal dog

Keeper, captain, guardian, slave

To bring down the sun

(To protect you from its warmth)

To stem your blood with our hearts

To steal away the sea

(To protect you from its salt)

To burn us, to stave off the cold

Emperor. King. God. Sorcerer. Warrior.

Master.

Our lord

Our god

King of the storm

(Executioner of the thunder)

King of the sun

(Scoured the night before His gaze)

The first night after you,

I thought it would never end

In a hundred thousand years

We will be dust

And you will be king

#thunder warriors #constantin valdor #warhammer 40k #wh40k #sculptor of crimson #warhammer #adeptus custodes #wh40k writing prompts #emperor of mankind #drabble #poem #poems on tumblr #maulland sen #i guess

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kadir01sblog · 11 months

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Bir gülüşün kaldı,,gözlerimde hayal olarak..

Birde kokun bahçemdeki gülde..

Arasıra öpüp kokluyorum, hiç unutulmasın diye.

Arasıra konuşuyorum..birazda gülüşünden koyuyorum üstüne tam oluyor.

Sonrada rüyalara dalıyorum..sen rüyalarımda.. Tamam diyorum o benim..🌷

#biraz hüzün #biraz şiir #biraz sen #love #love poem #rose #nature #art #design #cottagecore #beauty #scenery #inspiration #motivation #aesthetic #landscape #photographers on tumbir

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senqv · 10 months

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UNDELIVERED LETTER ( to : mama )

freestyle poetry / prose

a/n : might delete later i cried like 3 times writing this el o el

if i were a child again, i would be lying on the bed frame of my grandmother’s 8-levelled apartment in china. an old, wooden thing, my body separated by nothing but a thin sheet, small bones of my frame aching. for some reason, there was no mattress in that room.

a singular fan whirls loudly above, the white planes coated in speckles of dust and rusted metal.

the air is humid from the afterthought of rain, and the fabric chequered with knockoff cartoons sticks to my skin.

still, i sleep comfortably, dreaming of rainbow-frosted cakes and dozing kittens.

still, i will complain about it the next day, and my parents will relent and nestle the small body of a child between the two of them in the hotel room.

if i were a child again, my mother would still love me.

i see the way her face contorts at cropped t-shirts and tomboyish haircuts. how her lip curves downwards at my willingness to stuff and bundle my skin into too-tight clothes. the way she mourns the body of a child she could once carry in her arms and raise to the sky, sunlight blazing against long, dark hair.

now it’s too tall, lanky. bones jutting out awkwardly in her hold.

miserable in the new temperament, the venomous words spat at her that a child would never know the existence of yet. the skin of her hand crackles, wrinkles pinching at the joints from the chemicals in the laundry detergent, from the relentless scrubbing at a stain that will never leave. the hand reaches out towards her daughter still, and she runs, further. hair that slips through her fingers is chopped off.

she loves me still, tolerates the tantrums, buys the clothes, and pays for the haircuts.

she prefers the child.

my mother always preaches how similar i am to my father, the slope of our noses, the glimmer of dark pupils.

we both know i am more like her. the silvery laughter, the poisonous words. the ways our faces both darken at the sight of each other. or perhaps that is my wistful thinking.

which daughter does not idolise her mother?

mother. mom. māma. carve me out from your womb again. i will be the daughter you want. i will learn to speak your dialect, i will play the guzheng that you never had a chance to learn. i will be softer, gentler, prettier, intelligent but not audacious, and hold my tongue when i speak. i will wear the dresses you like, and my hair will tumble to my hips, braided by your hands. i will be everything you couldn’t, and everything you sacrificed.

i don’t fear anything else in the world.

māma, please don’t hate your daughter for growing up.

#I LOVE MY MOM WAAWAUWUWU #btw guzheng is what she tried to make me learn cause she was literally in love w it but i didnt like it at all so we stopped #i now play guqin 👎👎#also if ur wondering y the mama has an intonation it’s the chinese tones #ye #might delete frfr i poured by heart out #the bed with no mattress is like a core memory tbh #i don’t even rmb that it’s 8 levels because my father used to carry me up LOLOL so i never suffered through the stairs #until i went back .. 😞😞#— sen’s poems.

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krishakamal · 9 months

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BANALATA SEN

চুল তার কবেকার অন্ধকার বিদিশার নিশা

মুখ তার শ্রাবস্তীর কারুকার্য,

অতিদূর সমুদ্রের পর

হাল ভেঙে যে নাবিক হারায়েছে দিশা,

সবুজ ঘাসের দেশ যখন সে চোখে দেখে

দারুচিনি-দ্বীপের ভিতর,

তেমনি দেখেছি তারে অন্ধকারে

বলেছে সে, এতদিন কোথায় ছিলেন?

পাখির নীড়ের মতো চোখ তুলে

নাটোরের বনলতা সেন।

~ জীবনানন্দ দাস

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Her Hair Was Full Of The Darkness

Of A Distant Vidisha Night,

Her Face Was Filigreed With

Sravasti's Artwork. As In A Far-off Sea,

The Ship-wrecked Mariner,

Lonely, And No Relief In Sight,

Sees In A Cinnamon Isle Signs

Of A Lush Grass-green Valley,

Did I See Her In Darkness;

Said She, "Where Had You Been?"

Raising Her Eyes, So Bird's Nest-like,

Natore's Banalata Sen.

~ Jibanananda Das

*⁠.⁠✧ *⁠.⁠✧ *⁠.⁠✧

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

#desiblr #bengali poem #bengali poetry #banalata sen #natorer banalata sen #jibanananda das #kamal #krisha & kamal #desi poetry #desi post

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yazarinsesi · 4 months

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Kime göre neye göre?

Anlatmak isteyip anlatamamak, içinde kalmasına yol açmak... Sence doğru olan bu mu? Doğru olan ne peki? Kime göre, neye göre? Anlatmak istediğin konuya göre... Ama içinde kalması ileride "KEŞKE" dememenin bir yolu belki de. Hislerini saklamak, varlığından, kokusundan uzak olmak... Neden içinde tutar ki insan? Neyden korkar mesela? Reddedilmek? Ters tepki almak? Kırılmak, üzülmek, acı çekmek?.. Hayatın içinde sadece mutlu olmak mı vardır sence? Hayır tabii ki de. Acı çekmezsen, üzülmezsen, kırılmazsan, düşmezsen sen, sen olamazsın. Bu hayatta ne kadar çok mutluluk duygusu yaşasak da üzülmemiz, düşmemizde gerekiyor. Düşmezsek kalkamayız. Düşünce kalkmayı öğrenmeli insan... Üzülünce, acı çekip bu acıyı da atlatmayı öğrenmeli. Sen düşünce kalkmayı bildiğinde işte tam o zaman gerçek "SEN" olursun.

#edebiyat #gerçek sen #sen #doğru olan #keşke #düşünce kalkmak #korku #korkuyorum #aşk acıtır #kalp acısı #sen olmak #poem #şiir #düz yazı #ölmüş hisler ve geriye kalan bir mezar

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sxyce · 7 months

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And if you're so kind, lend me your nerves so you may feel what I dread at my wake.

- to those who feel misunderstood.

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thatlonelyperson · 1 year

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Czemu ludzie są na mnie źli?

Ten szum

Niepokoj

Rzeka myśli w głowie

Utopiona ja

Niepokoj

Strach po sobie

Czemu tak się boję

Czemu tak na mnie patrzą

Co zrobiłam źle

Gdzie popełniłam błąd

Coś znowu jest nie tak

Zgubiłam się na nowo?

#poezja #poem #samotność #sen #aesthetic #nostalgia #dark academia

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majestativa · 1 month

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Honey Lips! This is hard for a man to bear.

— Ramprasad Sen, Singing to the Goddess: Poems to Kali and Uma, compiled by Rachel Fell McDermott, (2001)

#Bengali #Ramprasad Sen #Singing to the Goddess: Poems to Kali and Uma #Rachel Fell McDermott #(2001)#Kali

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slypiasth · 2 years

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kentin sokaklarında kendimle karşılaştım

hayatta gibiyim ama coşamıyorum. kelimeleri bağlıyorum. yazılara şiirlere sarılıyorum. nefes alıyorum, iyi sanıyorlar.

yürüyorum kendimin sokaklarında, düşen her bir yağmur damlasında seni arıyorum. bulamıyorum.

düşüyorum kendi doluluğumun boşluğuna. kendimi arıyorum senin her bir hayal kırıklığında. daha iyi görüyorum kendimi, senin gözünden.

uyukluyorum kasabanın en ücra köşesinde. uykularıma seni sarıyorum. çekiyorum içime. kafam seninle güzelleşsin diye.

oturuyorum kenarında denizlerinin. koyuyorum iki kadeh şarabı, arayabilmek için bedenindeki en hassas noktayı.

geçtim kağıdın başına. aramak için aşkımızın dokusunu, yansıtabilmek için. beceremedim.

yattım koynunun en rahat yerine. duymak istedim kalbinin mırıltılarının içinde ben var mıyım diye.

göçtüm en güzide şehrine. içinde masmavi bulutlar ve deniz olan bir yer. gözlerini andıran ormanlar. büyülü

-slypia

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poetrybyonur · 1 year

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My words are not mere ink spilt on paper. It has a face, a shapely form. It it yours, all my words have your face, your body. I am the writer and you, my poetry. So long as there's ink in my pen and words in my head, you will live forever.

A bilingual piece I wrote a few years back, in both English and Turkish, which I redid to music. Music is by Cengiz Özkan.

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damladanummana · 2 months

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Değer

Değerinizi bilenlere, Emeğinizi esirgemeyin. Değerinizi bilmeyenlere, Tez zamanda yol verin… Mustafa Murat Güngör 25.03.2024

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b0mblover · 2 months

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scars dont last forever. (thankfully) nor do people.

By: J

vauge tw; i wrote this bc i over think fucking everything. ikitai by shimon has saved me once again /srs

again. keep in mind i dont reread most of this stuff.

this would be better suited on my main but since its writing.

Ah, fuck.

im getting really tired of the game i play with myself

constant abuse

its nothing new

smoking and drinking myself to near-death

its nothing new, almost like second nature.

those hateful words that he spewed,

those mean jabs that she said,

acting as if i dont take them to heart.

XXX is this

XXX is that

its all a bunch of nonsense in the end.

you tell me to stop drinking, stop smoking

i consider it thrice

giving it chances

i feel like i never change.

you calm me down

saying how i deserve to live

its something i could almost believe.

Her piling up lies

his non-existent self respect,

it all comes crumbling down in the end.

XXX is this

XXX is that

without noticing im.

when they beat me down

you gave me life.

when they cut me up

you cleaned the wounds.

purposeful or not.

i cant help but wonder.

‘that jealous- self serving- selfish zealot’

‘the one they always wanted.’

wouldnt you know all about it?

after all.

they miss you.

they hate me.

XXX is this

XXX is that

I dont need reassurance from the dead

acting like XXX is-

you dont know -

i watched you question over and over again.

“Who are you”

repeated more everytime.

XXX isnt this

XXX doesnt know you

that name.

isnt yours to hold onto.

I cant help but wonder, do you care?

#j’s misc shit #i have intention for this however i have 0 idea of how to do it so #might use this for something later eh only like 2-3 ppl will see it anyways so idc that much #im leaving this up to interpretation. however. i will say this much #theres 4 people mentioned in text not including narration. 6 if you include so.#srsly this is confusing on purpose #HOWEVER. if youve read absolutely all of my mental breakdowns for a good while #*cough cough* sen *cough*#you might have a better idea as to what im explaing #ikitai by shimon strikes again!#im not kidding i always end up writing after listening to it 💀#i have a shitty poem from june bc of it #Hhhbdbnd june mention. what the fuck is a normal life #so homophobic that june was my worst month tbh.#oh btw the colour does have a meaning #basically the only person im not ‘insulting’ (??) in all of this #idk if insulting is the right word but its 5 am and i havent slept! i have shit to do #i literally do not care if this is cringe or not

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