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#poetic fragments
beyondgenre · a year ago
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I just want to live in big oversized sweaters and read while drinking hot coffee and look out at the rain from the comfort of my tiny cozy little home.
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losangelesleal · 2 months ago
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"Y aunque adviertan al soldado, si está enamorado en guerra morirá."
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beautymyeyes-see · a year ago
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Sappho, Fragments, on Love and Desire
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caostalgia · a year ago
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Ya no me duele escuchar tus canciones, eso supongo que se llama superar.
Alexander Alay.
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niilasnordenswan · a year ago
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© Niilas Nordenswan Photography – Pearl
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iamthequietone · 6 months ago
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there is something beautiful, yet tragic and yet still comforting about fragmented poetry.
beautiful as we can search for a hidden meaning that may touch us in the way that we need it to.
tragic because we can never know the poet's full feelings as they were writing. they are lost.
comforting as it shows people have never really changed. a fragment can just be a passing thought, but as we all experience this, we can, in a way, live forever.
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karacalla-blog · a year ago
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L'hallali du loup
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persephonediary · 6 months ago
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and not for the sake of winning
but for sheer delight and gratitude –
believe us, they say,
it is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
I beg of you,
do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.
— Mary Oliver, excerpt from Invitation
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wind-on-the-panes · 8 months ago
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"Falling in love is glamorous hell: the crouched, parched heart like a tiger, ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin. into my life, larger than life, you strolled in."
Carol Ann Duffy, from Rapture; “You” (full poem and declamation)
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benveniste · 9 months ago
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Eu vou te levar pro abismo comigo.
- nunca me senti tão viva.
você afirmará, olhando a morte nos olhos.
e agora, olhando pra mim você vai dizer que fica
não por aquilo que sente quando olha pra baixo
você fica por mim.
até perceber que depois de um tempo ouvindo só o sussurro da minha voz
o barulho em sua cabeça fica mais alto.
- estão me mandando escolher
pular ou correr?
você sente frio
o vento aqui em cima é muito forte para manter a fogueira acesa
então você dá um passo pra trás e sai da beira
você solta minha mão, e corre.
de volta ao lugar onde se sentia segura
porque a única constância aqui é o medo que você tem
e eu já fui você
agora sou a pessoa que se acostumou com o pavor e o conforto que é a ideia de pular.
- Sou o abismo, a fogueira e o vento que a apaga.
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beyondgenre · a year ago
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And if happiness visits you again, do not remember it's previous betrayal. Enter into the happiness and burst.
-Mahmoud Darwish
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losangelesleal · 2 months ago
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tuve que
sobrevivir en
aguas
en las que nunca antes
nade.
claro que no soy el mismo.
– metamorfosis.
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beautymyeyes-see · a year ago
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Charles Bukowski, from ‘Memory’
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caostalgia · 11 months ago
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Honestidad
No te empece a querer menos, empece a amarme mas a mi
-Frases-villasmil
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th3catastroph3 · 4 months ago
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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night
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corazon-electrico · 6 months ago
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Mi cuerpo está atrapado en ámbar, como un insecto, aún no termine , no termine de esperar , seguiré diciendo tu nombre hasta que el cielo llueva cenizas, lo ocultaré en lo profundo de mi ser , hasta que mis huesos queden desnudos.
Les 7 vies de Lèa
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