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tarabyte3 · 1 year

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Having a terrible headspace/imposter syndrome/continued writer's block day. So have some more of my poetry instead. No pretty graphics this time. Just 4 poems with a decade between them.

I am lily-like,

To the Gardener

open and blushing, petals

speckled in salmon.

I want you to cup

and caress my blossom face,

the curve of throat down

to my long-stemmed sway

of hips, full figured flora

ready for pollen.

Pistil and stamen,

yellow fingers stretched outward

from their corolla

casing to bathe in

raindrops and breezes. Pluck me,

roots and bulb heavy.

Inhale my flower

sex—fragrant. Waiting for you

to see my ripeness

and hang me to dry

beside the aster, pansy,

rose, chrysanthemum.

- March, 2010

The Buried

The ivy here reaches up

like many greedy hands

groping stone, embraced

in a patient game of tug of war.

At every turn there are dunes

of vines, erratic tangled masses

where the ivy has won,

burying the plaques

like their patrons

interred below.

We are, all of us,

returned to the earth.

Not through a yawning chasm,

but boxed neatly and regifted.

Some are charred to ash

and dust and scattered, ghosts

of embers catching wind gusts

until they settle, are swallowed

still by dirt. By inevitability.

Though our markers and monuments

are lost to time, the ground

never forgets us. It carries

the memory of our bones

in soil and tells the living,

"This was life once, too."

- October, 2020

To the Moon

I have seen a full moon drive a man

crazy as a woman can, so you must

be a woman with thick red hair.

The Greeks call you Selene—

brightness, moon-faced woman,

curved, voluptuous night figure.

My body swells as you do, waxes

to fullness each month

until we are emptied and new.

You must be a woman who knows

how dark the world can be

on a moonless night—

I have watched men crying

for the moon in alleyways

at two in the morning.

- April, 2010

Light

I want to be a light.

I want to burn, beacon

bright and leave

neon shadows behind

your eyelids when you look

away. The impression

of me more than an echo.

A brand. A memory

that sharpens into focus

whenever you smell

my perfume in a crowded

grocery store or hear

raindrops patter rhythms

on your windshield.

You see, light leaks

when it's strong enough

and I want to leave you

with enough to brighten

anywhere you might go.

- February, 2020

#poetry #tara's poetry #national poetry month #writing #idiom poem

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hollyslangblr · 9 months

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something i like about learning languages is i feel it allows me to better express myself, even if i’m only writing for me. if i’m writing a song and i feel like i’m laying myself too bare it helps me to switch language even just for a line or two cos it gives me a degree of separation and helps me stop judging myself so harshly

#i am not a good songwriter #but it’s largely cos i’ve never been able to practise so much #because i just overanalyse and hate everything i write #this has always been an issue with poems and songs more so than prose #i was comfortable writing prose for a while #anyway it’s helped since i became somewhat competent in spanish because it gives me a way to at least get through the practice #i at least have a chance of improving #also so many more rhyming possibilities when you mix and match languages #and more idioms to play with too!#langblr #language learning

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savorynights · 8 days

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Catastrophe

Happiness is

madness.

Crazy is

the pace.

I could be good,

i could be sane.

But i had to take

the hard way.

Morality is

hipocrasy.

Only the truth

shall set me free

But even that doesn't

matter anymore.

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blueywritespoetry · 8 months

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Reason is without rhyme.

That is unfortunately simple

Logic doesn't have dramatic irony

Or repetition or couplets or sonnet

Realism totally lacks soliloquy

Idealism is laced with it

Hopes are lavished by a poet

As reason is removed from rhythm

Reason is without rhyme

And rhyme is without reason

Repellant poles of rhyme and reason

Reject the very notion of each other.

Reason is without rhyme.

#poems and poetry #original poetry #poetry #original poem #poem #poems on tumblr #poemsbyme #poet #idioms #WHO SAID AUTISTICS CAN'T DO IDIOMS

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the-poetry-inside-of-me · 10 months

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never overstay your welcome and always watch your back.

#literature #quotes #classic literature #poems #poetry #advice #lit #english language #english #idioms #language #english literature #quotations #quote #mine #my quote #my quotes #my quotation #cynical

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incomingalbatross · 1 year

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Just popping by to share my ignorance - your explanation of your url just prompted me to google the metaphorical meaning of albatross because so far I've always just assumed you meant literal bird, for some reason. XD Yay, non-native English speaker! Always something new to learn. XD

Oh fun, thank you for sharing that! (And sorry I took a couple days to answer this--I was in the Midst of Final Deadlines for school, which are now mercifully past.)

I mean, it's not not about the literal bird, because it was kind of a random choice. So you really weren't wrong. :P But yeah, I also always think of the metaphorical meaning due to the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. Which I... have never actually read, but I have read about through English Lit Osmosis. So I'm happy to share that association! English is endlessly full of references, it seems like.

#it was more widely read in the 19th century i think (like a lot of classic poems)#and doesn't get referenced as much nowadays #but the albatross idiom is one of the references that's stuck around most #i know it's in a bastille song #asks #an-aspiring-jester

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madness-is-an-aesthetic · 2 years

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Frog in my throat

I hear it scream

Release within its grasp

Screaming for release I gasp

Scratching and screeching

I feel it reaching

It’s slimy body, mucus coated hulk

Cease your struggling, for my life you must.

Clawed and torn

Your contracting lungs

Broken body, my bones dust

Cease your struggling, for my life you must.

Worn out body

A throat worn thin

If this struggle continues

Only one may live.

#short poem #poems and poetry #poetry #poem #poetic #ominous #idioms #my poem #original poem #The Halloween Collection #part 1

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dreamscrape-navigator · 3 days

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meteorite

but you want to be

god's favourite again,

don't you? white-eyed wolf

licking at bite marks

on the hand that feeds

#non rhyming poems #writing #poetry #creative writing #poems about god #poem #idioms #linguistics

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xoesweet · 6 days

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Radiate love, attract pure magic. Quiet mind, peaceful soul within. Embrace change, evolve, thrive endlessly. Happiness is a choice daily.

Tap here to get joy.

#ocean #ascension #aapiheritage #ancestors #holybible #spilled poem #teenage love #idioms #meditationpractice #keep on writing #chuuya nakahara #heycoral #onlygoodvibes #journalinspiration #natural #fear of failure #kodakportra400 #writing inspiration

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adinafay · 1 month

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Lost

I stray Unmarked and unknown A road does not know how far it travels

I meander Defining boundless depths A river always runs through a peaceful stillness

I drift There is no brightest star A constellation is made up of more than one

I wander Moss growing on all sides A rolling stone cannot match a moving mountain

#poetry #my poems #poem #original poetry #original poem #lost #feelings #acceptance #aimless #wander #wordplay #idioms #the road less traveled #rolling stone gathers no moss #northern star #moving mountains #still waters run deep

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alittleghostwhoeatsbread · 5 months

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A published piece by me. Finally. Truly. Read, please.

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monomorphilogical · 8 months

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Not another lone wolf

when my body's see-through in the light of the moon

I'm trying to hide away in every corner of my room

all those mean men were only the wolf to a man

their teeth in my arm when I gave them my hand

devoted to acting crazy in the middle of a lonely night

voice above me said they're all in love with the fight

my soul's not the believer but I've seen the signs

and my mama has told me it's all in their eyes

(burning in the dark like some torch song

glowing some shade of horribly wrong)

so I'm only trying to keep you from the door

I learned sharp teeth are the edge to fear for

that mouth full of knives will bite right through me

cut out my heart and set the damned thing free

cupid-bowed and stain-cheeked it'll go to my head

it'll bleed out of me until my clothes show red

I need time but I'm so bad with the waiting

I’m standing in your doorway forever hesitating

and there's howling coming through the white noise

but what's echoing back to me is my own voice

when at night I cry wolf when you've gone away

ask me any question and I'll don't know what to say

but there comes a day I'll cut out loose

and sleep next to you through this night's blues

‘cause your body hasn't worn the sheep's skin

moon high and you're the same you've always been

I guess the sudden bark is worse than your bite

you were never a wolf to man but you're such a sight

so I need no sharp-lined body walking me home

I'll be running with wolves 'till this morning come

#lets play a game called 'spot all the idioms'#anyway this is a study in subjective relationships #has lived in the drafts for a while #ok so 'werewolves' are (past) partners who have made something monstrous out of love and thus lose control and become aggressive #and 'wolves' are partners (current) who stayed true to love and though the concept of love is the same it's just done gentler and healthier #and how there's little difference sometimes in situations but a big difference in their actions #anyway #writeblr #writing #original writing #writers of tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #poems on tumblr #poetry by renae #renae

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littlefreakelio · 8 months

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撲朔迷離

#mine #fanart #botw #breath of the wild #link #the idiom is written in ancient chinese script 小篆 and is from the OG mulan poem #basically we love a genderfluid warrior king

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ai-edge · 8 months

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Learn English Grammar - Parts of Speech

#student life #poems on tumblr #my writing #my sewing #study motivation #nonprofit #nutrition #english literature #learn english #English Speaking #grammar #language #idioms #parts of speech #phonetics #english #Youtube

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priyafied · 1 year

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Scrape the barrel, break fresh ground

Actions may speak louder than words, but I don't bite off more than I can chew. A picture worth 1000 words comes close, But my 50 lines today are worth a million of those. I will hit the nail on the head today, for I know the wind is blowing which way.

I realize that a picture is worth a thousand words,when I see worms taken away by the early birds. So, I fed myself something warm,And got ready to face the storm. A picture worth 1000 words comes close,But my 50 lines today are worth a million of those. I will hit the nail on the head today,for I know the wind is blowing which way. There’s once bitten, twice shy,But when twice bitten, you…

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#english #idioms #illusion #literature #poem #priyafied #reality #scientific illiteracy #scientific literacy

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lilymelancholy04 · 1 year

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#poetrycommunity #idioms #gone wrong #writeblr #writers on tumblr #poems on tumblr #poetry

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