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seraphinesaintclair · 26 days

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“Gilded, Singing” by Seraphine Saintclair

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lunchboxpoems · 12 days

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TO BE BRAVE, I LOOK TO THE DAFFODIL

To be brave, I look to the daffodil. A stupid flower, I’ve always thought – too eager to enter a world not fully thawed. Shrinking after just one cold night. I surround myself with pluck. Always one for adventure: running naked across campus into a stranger’s car as rite of passage, jumping into the freezing bay. Hitchhiking home but afraid to speak in class. To order in my mother’s tongue, my mother’s food. I let the dark take on its own shapes, unchecked. No, I am not brave, but I like the people who are. Who never overprepare or let their anxieties stop them. For whom things always work out. I’m chasing the high from one novelty to another, wanting adventure but so unwilling to find it on my own. Instead, I lose myself in people who live unafraid. Bravery by osmosis. This might be the truest thing I say today and it scares me. To admit that on my own, I was never wild. All this time I thought the daffodil’s dropped petals, the green leaves that remained, marked an ending. But underground she is rebuilding for next spring. For when she’ll dare, again, to push through the frostbitten earth. Year after year, it goes on like this.

SUSAN NGUYEN

#susan nguyen #poem #poetry #spring poem #daffodils

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fuckingwhateverdude · 1 year

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4.13.23

#needed to write smthn cant tell how i feel ab this yet #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #spilled ink #spring #spring poetry #spring poem #on spring #april #mental illness #bipolar disorder #april poem

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stillgrowingwildflowers · 1 year

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I hope your love grows as your flowers do - that you never leave them wondering if you love their tired wilted petals just as much as you love their sunshine summer hues.

-where she grows / made of earth -

#summer quotes #spring quotes #poetry #spring poem #summer poem #summer love #love quotes

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the-dose-makes-the-poison · 8 days

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#ahedgepoet #poetry #poetsandwriters #female poets #petsofinstagram #spring poem #april

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poetic-solitude · 18 days

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April, by Grain Woods

Blossoming red rose

Light shines through clouds upon trees

Springs first rain so sweet

#spring #spring poem #nature poetry

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dkniade · 9 months

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Comment: Thought I’d post an old 2021 poem. This one I rather like, still. (Original Comment) “A poem of spring and learning how to heal and recognize kindness.” I wrote this back in springtime.

Notes: self-image issues, violent imagery, metaphoric injury

Ballad of a Thousand Winds

(千风之曲)

03.28.2021.

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i. a dog’s knowledge on kindness and lack thereof

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The herbs you put on my wound,

I mistook them for poison. And the

tweezers which remove glass shards

were seen as knives. Fight or flight once

flashed warning signs as I flinched

from the tongue licking my cuts.

It was considered a bite —

in my mind only.

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ii. with these tainted hands

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So I forced myself to heal myself with

these occasionally trembling, bruised

hands. And I wondered if they were

ever clean by another’s standards.

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iii. a touch so gentle it’s foreign

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And I question, now, this lack of pain

and mistake it as numbness, asking

to be taken back to a once-feeling state.

What a terrible metaphor this must

be in their eyes, I think to myself.

What a horrible image of me

this must be.

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Having my face handled in such a gentle

manner with these kind touches,

I almost feel like crying.

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iv. favonius ballad

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Dandelions fly in the air within a

boundless field, beneath a pure sky

and gentle west winds. Around me,

monarch butterflies flutter against

the blue. And I question if this is how

spring’s supposed to feel like:

peaceful and alive.

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v. spring sprouts

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In spite of the cruel winters, life still

continues to bud from those fresh branches.

And the days of bloom show their faces.

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And I ask:

What use is green grass

if there’s no sunshine nor

a blue sky to accompany it?

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And I respond:

At last, we can recall the colour

of the grassy plains before us.

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vi. may the wind lead

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May the winds guide you towards a path

of thrilling battles and new sceneries.

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And may the west wind blow and lead the way.

Always.

#healing #violent imagery #violence #spring #injury #kindness #dusk poetry #self image #self image issues #dusk personal writing #spring poem #nature #writers on tumblr #writing community

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bugburrypond · 30 days

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(via Come Little Flowers 🌼) “Come little flowers, it's time to wake And paint the world in cheer And sing the song of growing things The warmth of spring is here!" Laura Jaworski

#spring #springtime #spring quotes #spring poem #nature #nature poem #poem #poetry #flowers #laura jaworski #namaste

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jessicarockpoet · 1 month

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poem: march renaissance

I can feel the impending spring

deep down,

like a blossoming bud

ready to triumphantly emerge

into the generous evening sun.

#poem #poetry #poetry on tumblr #spring poem #march poem

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decemberblue · 2 months

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Early spring

Everything feels vibrant and alive

As we turn green

Yellow, white and pink

Red and purple gets the fields

For a few months we'll stay like this

Blessed in this region of life and peace

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seraphinesaintclair · 5 days

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Emma Lazarus, “Spring Longing.”

#emma lazarus #words #my posts #lit #literature #quote #quotes #poetry #poem #spring #spring quote #spring poem

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lunchboxpoems · 1 year

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WEEDS AND PEONIES

Your peonies burst out, white as snow squalls, with red flecks at their shaggy centers in your border of prodigies by the porch. I carry one magnanimous blossom indoors and float it in a glass bowl, as you used to do.

Ordinary pleasures, contentment recollected, blow like snow into the abandoned garden, overcoming the daisies. Your blue coat vanishes down Pond Road into imagined snowflakes with Gus at your side, his great tail swinging,

but you will not reappear, tired and satisfied, and grief’s repeated particles suffuse the air like the dog yipping through the entire night, or the cat stretching awake, then curling as if to dream of her mother’s milky nipples.

A raccoon dislodged a geranium from its pot. Flowers, roots, and dirt lay upended in the back garden where lilies begin their daily excursions above stone walls in the season of old roses. I pace beside weeds

and snowy peonies, staring at Mount Kearsarge where you climbed wearing purple hiking boots. “Hurry back. Be careful, climbing down.” Your peonies lean their vast heads westward as if they might topple. Some topple.

DONALD HALL

#donald hall #poem #poetry #poetry month #spring poem #for jane kenyon #peonies

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scraebble · 4 months

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First Sight

Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but a sunless glare. Newly stumbling to and fro All they find, outside the fold, Is a wretched width of cold.

As they wait beside the ewe, Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies Hidden round them, waiting too, Earth's immeasureable surprise. They could not grasp it if they knew, What so soon will wake and grow Utterly unlike the snow.

by Philip Larkin

#Philip Larkin #poetry #poem #winter poem #spring poem #winter #spring #snow #lamb #earth's immeasurable surprise

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the-hearth-and-the-wild · 1 year

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"Blossom" by Kathleen Jamie

There's this life and no hereafter— I'm sure of that but still I dither, waiting for my laggard soul to leap at the world's touch. How many May dawns have I slept right through, the trees courageous with blossom? Let me number them... I shall be weighed in the balance and found wanting. I shall reckon for less than an apple pip.

#poetry #nature poetry #nature poem #Kathleen Jamie #literature #book quotes #spring poetry #spring poem #spring nature

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cornucopiaradio · 1 year

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Spring is a magical time of year; when bountiful possibility appears in front of us, and everything is reborn brand new. So to celebrate the start of the season, we’ve created a lush #soundscape #videomontgae, mixing classical spring poetry, sounds of nature and amazing instrumental musical pieces. It’s all designed to take you to a place more magical than here…

So every #spring, I like to share this beautiful collection of #poetry, #wildlife & #nature we created many years ago. I hope it personally helps you feel the rebirth & positivity this time of year can bring.

Find all the production details via our website:

http://www.cornucopia-radio.co.uk/spring-poetry

CREDITS Performed By Christopher Bellamy & Jeannie McGinnis Produced and Edited by Peter Beeston This work is released under a Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported license

TRACK LISTING

Spring by John Clare / Alexandre Klinke – Solitude

A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson / Kevin MacLeod – Meditation Impromptu

Spring Carol by Robert Louis Stevenson / Jon Luc Hefferman – Curious

The First Spring Day by Christina Rossetti / Kai Engell – Summer Days

One Day In Spring by Rabindranath Tagore / Raphae – Eor Ir Itum

Spring Quiet by Christina Rossetti / Alistair Cameron – Gymnopedie

My Bonnie Blue by Robert Burns / Aislinn – Dusty window

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale / Zinaida Trokai – The Spirit of Russian Love

End Credits Music / Josh Woodward – Sleep Well My Dear

#poetry #classical poetry #romantic poetry #sping #springtime #nature #wildlife #meadow #videomontage #relaxing #music poetry #spoken word #reading #spring poem #sunshine #flowers #mixtape #music #instrumental

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eyesofhellabore · 1 year

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Weave

And I live

and breathe almost anything into art

Taking one’s sorrows

And will the pain through the medium of writing on paper

As prominent as glass that stains the skin with blood

Ever so gently

With words that weave

Through poetry

The soul sings high

And low

And I ask who are you to call

The sky grey

In such tone

Cause poetry sings on broken wings

it makes grey skies

As important

As Blue ones in may

It creates clarity from something so murky

It takes the broken

And weaves it into song

It takes the pain and answers your questions

Of worry that goes on and on

#poetry #spring poem #spring poetry #may #may flowers #meaning of poetry #poetic #writers and poets #my writing #writings #creative writing #literature #forensics #writers of tumblr

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