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followcb · 14 days
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The Music Inside
I would sell you
a song if you
would buy it from
me
I could play you
my song and you
would listen for
free
I would write you
a song when you
close your eyes to
see
want you to see me
really see me for me
see the music inside
me
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©️ @followcb ☆ April 5, 2024
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creatrackers · 1 year
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“I want to tell you this story without being in it:”
The Torn-Up Road // Richard Siken’s Crush
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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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Eliot's epic poem in four parts, and so fitting for the first day of Lent
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kassandra-g · 1 year
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Once he saw her, he knew.
I want a beauty as she,
As mighty as Athena.
As dark as a raven.
Untouched by death and life,
The Glooming Fair Maiden.
Words By Kassandra Grimme. From her novella “These Wicked Things Did Love.”
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dbaydenny · 1 year
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Tangled in his lines,
thoughts flying about my brain
reading James Dickey.
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D W Eldred
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Explain. Discuss?
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inspiwriter · 2 years
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T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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rellscribbles · 2 years
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contradictions
mostly internal
where consciousness is foreign
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enigmaspoetry · 2 years
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the stars came down to the earth last evening, they touched the grass, the river and the volcanoes. then they turned to me and said, 
ask him to be on the roof with you tonight. we love watching you watch us, like when he rubs his head in a cosy manner across your shoulder. we carry a little secret of yours. we're not supposed to tell but the dandelions pushed us to this. when you're looking at us, he looks at you as if you are what we are and so much more. you are his moon and his star, his dandelion and his volcano, everything that we touched on this surface of earth this evening; he looks at you like all the items on that list. we're glad to be your matchmakers, your parents that look over you every night. you are the moon child and he is your moonlit husband.
a letter by yours dearly, the stars. / enigma
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Why do we call the moon, "moon" ?
Long back when it had no name a lover once looked up at it and went " My Only Other Need "
MOON was it called ever after.
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catharsistine · 2 years
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guys, how do you read poetry? like how does it make you feel things? do you feel them all the time with every poem you read or just a few select lines? I write poetry and it means something to me, but how am I supposed to feel the same love and endearment toward someone else's heart spilled out on paper?
What does the poetry of others mean to you?
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followcb · 15 days
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Twin Fires (Yearning)
I am feminine
I am universal
I am masculine
I am almighty
Stroll through my gardens of flowers
Get to know my constellations
Spend eternity somewhere heavenly
Let's orbit amidst our galaxies
Two stars spinning
Twin flames burning
Two lovers beginning
Twin fires yearning
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©️ @followcb ☆ April 4, 2024
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talthejourneyed · 1 year
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great release, the story of the uzumaki, still cloud the naruto stew. While the dystopia your parents left you shattered in crumbling ruins. The pain you endure through these different life times is unjust and the strength that you carry is a test image ti the trauma you have survived as used as a source of mana to give the most incredible gifts like it’s truly amazing in all the eons and dust of times that is the most precious gift someone can give ti this world. While I do not posses the ability ti take away your sufferings like the old masters could, nor can I cast a spell as effective as the great poets can weave, i an not special A guardian of a simple truth a validation if you will. That you deserve better that love you give will be returned reciprocal for all you have shown resilience for you are loved you are worth you are enough that you for all that you are and all that what’s to come remember you deserve better you are loved you are never Alone, we can do this together- Tal
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mypoetrysblog · 2 years
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Poetry For Vampires
In Black
Pale then
far from the veil
where darkness
may kiss the light
a story of his
life bloodstained
then penned
in darkest inks
so black it
stained the crispness
of her life..
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Remember, it is only a game.
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cardsharksplayingames · 2 months
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“I vowed not to cry anymore” -> “am I allowed to cry?” just may be the most devastating parallel yet and I fear there are plenty more where that came from
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