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typewriter-worries · 1 year

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remember, green's your color. you are spring.

#the sun is shining but it's cold spring is just about here!#webweaving #web weaving #web-weaving #light academia #classic academia #romantic academia #dark academia #cottage academia #cottagecore #vincent van gogh #pierre auguste renoir #claude monet #gustav klimt #spring poetry #ross gay #gwendolyn brooks

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rivers-for-me · 9 days

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Spring has never been this beautiful before, it's like the new world welcomed me back in it and for the first time in years and this time i noticed it, knowing that i could be buried under the new trees but i was lucky enough to show them to you instead. Green is the color of hope

#then there's you there's always you #oakleycore #tumblr diary #words #love #poetry #jo writes #spring poetry #poems of tumblr #personal #hopecore #naturecore #adventurecore #forestcore

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fuckingwhateverdude · 1 year

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@nosebleedclub // mar. #12

#forcing myself to write vibes my brain is so cloudy rn #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #nosebleed club #nosebleedclub #spring poetry #on spring #march poem #spilled ink

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softsweetwhispers · 2 months

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The wind brushes against the baby cherry blossoms in the trees, featherlight teasing causing them to shiver. It carries with it the scent of camellia and daffodil, a sign of blossoming hope and the beginning of spring.

The air is painted with pastel colors, hues of green and yellow and blue. The weather, once biting and cold, is now something inviting. It wraps around her playfully, its ministrations barely felt under the soft fabric of her jacket.

She’s not one to put meaning into the seasons changing, but even she cannot deny the beauty of the world opening up around itself; like the hidden, unrivaled wings of a butterfly, colors staining its delicate form, emerging from its cocoon. The way the animals stir, the way the plants turn towards the sun, which seems to brighten under the attention, the way everything seems to wake up, livening under spring’s life after winter’s long drag.

March is here, with its undeniable optimism and renewed possibility. Without it will come, undoubtedly, the trials and tribulations of starting from the beginning, the hardships and challenges that will threaten to tear her down.

But for now she is new and enlightened. She will gracefully embrace this change and all that comes with it, and she will survive, only to come back stronger again, as she does every year.

| k. - @nosebleedclub march i. blossoming hope

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butilovedogs3 · 1 month

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And suddenly it is the begging of spring, you are laying in your bed, in the middle of the night, looking at the fool moon and nothing feels real. It feels like this morning was a hundred years ago, you start to remember everything and feel everything you have ever felt. The weight of time and space stars to feel heavy on your shoulders. And the world is not real and you aren’t real, soon enough you will fall asleep and forget about this moment for a while until next time.

#poetry #aesthetic #art #philosophy #books #spring #spring poetry #writer #writing #female writers

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dianneking · 17 days

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I've got mud on my shoes and a much lighter heart

Birds louder than mankind give voice to their tune

I walked and I listened and realized with a start -

I just can't stay angry when apple trees bloom

#dianneking's poetry corner #dianneking writes #my poetry #spring poetry

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alex-a-roman · 1 year

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It snowed again in April

It snowed again in April, You don't know about the times I skipped class To walk around the city taking photos, writing lines, Watching people going on about their lives; I roamed alone in empty parks, on empty highways, I used to stand on old bridges looking at cars. They say those like me are dreamers, But I can see it all so clearly, I can see their faces – Angry, sad, worried, happy, in love! Walking fast in well-fitted clothes, Covering their necks with scarves. There is a taste of Spring under the clear blue sky And in the city noise, I found the courage to sing out loud; That’s where I first saw you – Eyes so gentle they could tame the wildest storms, You stopped time and I returned to my body, Back to my green denim jacket and curly hair I don't know you and I don't want to, love Because April is the cruelest month of all.

~ A. A. Roman

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thepastisapebbleinmyshoe · 2 months

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Winter crept, into their home, with a subtle shift, autumn concedes, to his frigid touch, and broken vows.

His love dissolves, on the winter ground, where snow quietly falls. Breaking his controls, to take her power back, she planted her own flowers. delicately, smoldering in ash.

"She Planted Her Own Flowers" (Bookshop.org)

#poetry and art #artists on tumblr #writers inspiration #spring poetry #women authors #tumblr poetry #poets of tumblr #re write #women writers #authors of tumblr #writerscreed

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the-hearth-and-the-wild · 1 year

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To the Bluebell

by Emily Bronte

Sacred watcher, wave thy bells! Fair hill flower and woodland child! Dear to me in deep green dells— Dearest on the mountains wild.

Bluebell, even as all divine I have seen my darling shine— Bluebell, even as wan and frail I have seen my darling fail— Thou hast found a voice for me, And soothing words are breathed by thee.

Thus they murmur, “Summer's sun Warms me till my life is done. Would I rather choose to die Under winter's ruthless sky?

“Glad I bloom and calm I fade; Weeping twilight dews my bed; Mourner, mourner, dry thy tears— Sorrow comes with lengthened years!”

#poetry #nature poetry #spring poetry #emily bronte #Bronte poetry #book quotes #literature

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frans-murphy · 6 days

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night before

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typewriter-worries · 1 year

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Sorrow Is Not My Name, Ross Gay

[ Text ID: I remember. My color’s green. I’m spring. ]

#sorrow is not my name #ross gay #my upload #spring poetry #poetry #dark academia #light academia #classic academia #romantic academia #cottage academia #cottagecore #not to me not if it's queue

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azzayofchaos · 1 year

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The Vernal Season Comes First

in my body,

creeping in and sudden as

a day that’s warmer than the last.

There’s still snow on the ground, receding, curling in,

and the soil is patient beneath,

I’m here, it reassures, you’ll notice me again.

And it’s the light I think, that tips me off

–before conscious thought and the learned order of passing time.

Gilded light that slants through morning windows,

not like last week.

Spring; it sits in the hollow arch of my ribs,

heavy and dormant.

Below the sternum, above the gut, like

a bulb buried deep and rootless,

Beginning to sprout.

There is a shivering current up my spine;

the light touch of cold fingertips between my shoulder blades

brushing away stale cobwebs

and kissing carefully, the bare nape of my neck.

It comes with the chittering of birds

that leave my ears buzzing—

Hello? Nice to hear you again, it’s been a while.

—and when I breathe in,

it creeps down my throat and fills my lungs

and wakes up the hibernating things:

Memories that might be mine,

gathering as clouds, and

caught without lyrics on the radio.

They’re restless.

I feel the same.

Sluggish and trembling with anticipation;

They're hungry,

for sunlight and rain and growing.

#spring #spring poetry #nature poem #body poetry #poetry #original poem #based on my visceral and near tangible experience with seasonal changes #spring is a bit early this year but I can't deny the feels #Azzay Writes

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fuckingwhateverdude · 1 year

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@nosebleedclub // mar. #23

#spring is making me insaneeeee again #impossible to describe or understand but i tried #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #nosebleed club #nosebleedclub #march poem #spring #spring poetry #spilled ink #generalized anxiety disorder #mental illness

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agirlwithanillheart · 14 days

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love is rising

rivers are flowing

sun is setting,

come in to the dark with me.

don’t resist me

feel it all

follow the call

the beats of our hearts

the defeats of our past screaming

but we ignore them

to look ahead

for better days

for better ways to live and love

to find the clouds and rise above.

#poetry #shitty poetry #female poets #original poem #poems and quotes #poets on tumblr #poetscommunity #original poems #poems on tumblr #poem #spring #lovely poetry #love #love quotes #spring poetry

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butilovedogs3 · 10 days

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My memories are always so bittersweet.

#writing #poetry #aesthetic #art #philosophy #books #spring poetry

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floweryblume · 1 year

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Happiness will come in late March

It will knock on my wooden door,

And enter my light brown cottage.

It will be accompanied by Spring,

Who just recently visited my garden.

We will have tea together

And talk about flowers and birds.

The forest sun will be warm

And welcoming for everyone.

Happiness will come in late March

And I will accept it with love.

Feb 1, 2023

#spring #english poem #poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #original poem #freestyle poem #spring poetry #young poets #cottagecore #aestehtic #spilled ink #march

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