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verse-voyager · 2 days
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Soft reflections in the water, Glimmering, fading out of sight Whispers of a distant dream, Where my heart once dared to fight
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firstfullmoon · 1 year
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Mahmoud Darwish, “Viewpoint,” trans. Fady Joudah, in The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry, edited by Ilya Kaminsky [ID in alt text]
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czortofbaldmountain · 3 months
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To the Rainbow Lucifer
Lucifer of the Rainbow, Lucifer, Meadow Dancer!
I see you in flowers, And in the rosy-orange sky When the Sun is rising - The Sun, your other shining face, Oh, sweet Morningstar.
I see you in grass, In brave city dandelions And even at night, In the Moon's colours, subtly changing.
Fallen, you never lost your beauty, Lucifer, Rainbow of This World.
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Painting - The Spirit of the Rainbow by Henry Mosler, cropped.
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khaire-traveler · 8 months
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Hermes is the exhausted traveler who spent almost a full twenty four hours traveling from one place to the next. He drags his feet along the floor as he lugs his overstuffed suitcase of souvenirs behind him then immediately perks up when he sees the time and rushes to make his next flight.
Hermes is the excited tourist who struggled to save thousands of dollars for the chance to visit another country that they've admired for so long. He zips around from place to place, stopping to take photos of the gorgeous sights he may never see again, and he dives in head first at any opportunity to participate in or witness cultural traditions.
Hermes is the newly-wed groom who enthusiastically jumped on his flight with his spouse for his first honeymoon. He tenderly holds hands with his lover, resting their heads on one another, as they both stare, wide-eyed, at a strikingly clear sky populated with glistening stars and makes a wish as he mistakes a satellite for a comet.
Hermes is the single father who desperately needed a vacation but couldn't find a babysitter in time. He smiles contently as he lounges on a beach chair, soaking up the sun, and watches his two girls pretending to be sea monsters in the ocean's waters a few feet away.
Hermes is the college frat boy who travelled to the beach a couple cities away for his spring break vacation. He chugs down another glass of beer and belts out karaoke with his best friend to the song I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston at 3am, likely annoying their neighbors in the hotel room next door.
Hermes is the fragile old man who finally got the chance to return to his home country after years of having no choice but to live abroad. He smiles nostalgically at the small town he grew up in, sipping at a cup of coffee as he sits in an old café he used to visit often, admiring the scenery and feeling torn about how much things have changed in his absence.
Hermes is the anxious student who managed to get an opportunity studying abroad with their school. He nervously examines the map of the metro lines and stations, attempting to catch a metro back to his temporary housing after a full day of wandering the city and being too afraid to ask a stranger for directions.
Hermes is the young boy who took his first plane ride alone to visit his dad after the separation. He shyly converses with the nice lady seated next to him on the plane, sharing very little information but enjoying the company regardless.
Hermes takes the form of all travellers. His spirit journeys with us as we travel by plane, car, bus, or train. He waits in line for the metro ticket by our sides, he rocks out to our favorite songs with us in our cars, he squeezes our hands during the turbulence on the plane, he stares out the bus window with us as we listen to headphones.
Hermes is the spirit of The Traveller, and on every trip we take, every journey we embark on, every first step on the road of life, he wishes us safe travels.
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sophiethewitch1 · 4 days
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gang i really just want to get to the part where the boys are hopelessly in love with reader to the point its genuinely pathetic
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thefloweredblade · 4 months
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I hear Aphrodite’s laughter in the world around me and love overflows my soul. Oh, what a beautiful sound!
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30fury · 4 months
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to dionysus androgynos & aphrodite praxis — originally penned 20 july 2023
please do not repost <3
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moonhedgegarden · 3 months
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“Mother Earth, endlessly creating.
Birthing us here, a world so captivating.
Her children of earth, cradled in her embrace.
She nurtures and provides with boundless grace.
Rivers flowing, mountains tall.
Her gifts, abundant for one and all.
In her whispers, warnings grow.
Her plea for peace, endlessly show.”
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palahnyook · 2 months
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I need help I am a thin man being eaten by green trees butterflies and you
— Eaten by Butterflies, Charles Bukowski
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verse-voyager · 3 months
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A gospel of compassion Written in the stars Our love, a rebellion Against their prison bars.
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signed-author · 5 months
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He’s with me.
He’s with me as I roll on the floor and scream out my heart, tossing around my hair and letting my voice ring out. His voice rings out with mine, clawing the ground alongside me, relishing in wild emotion.
In the feels of dancing. Vigorous motion of my own design, He dances with me. Curls unable to be tamed and eyes that hold a wild desire. Living in the moment of pure ecstasy and love for the art.
In the lows, in the darkness of the most grim corners. In the seemingly forgotten, in the instinct for survival.
In the highs, in the most colorful scenery. Senses filled with a glorious awakening, instinct for living life.
He’s with me.
{ Original Poem for Dionysus }
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seafoam-serenade · 1 year
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☀️🎶✨✒️🦊🍯🌿🦌🌅🏹🌻🦢💛
Oh blessed, shining Apollo, Radiant light of Olympus, your warmth and love never ceases to amaze
Eternally young archer, who's divine bow never fails to hit your mark.
Ray of sunlight and honey and warmth, blessed music that falls upon the ears. You, Apollon, are the joy found within my heart and the song that my mind sings when I am seen as my truest self.
Glorious healer and radiating muse, blessed is the path I walk for your light guides my way.
Thank you, Lord Apollo, for never letting me become lost in the darkness..for helping me find the truth that lies within my soul..for letting me see what others see when sunlight falls on brown eyes and streaks through chestnut locks.
Divinely radiant and glorious are you, oh dear Light of Olympus and blessed am I to walk in your light.
☀️🎶✨✒️🦊🍯🌿🦌🌅🏹🌻🦢💛
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czortofbaldmountain · 6 months
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The Bitter Apple
Oh Lucifer, who brought us flame Of knowledge - hear, I cry to you in pain! Hear! Though terrible is the price Of opened eyes Like Mother - I will take the fruit. Again, again, again.
But - help me! Help me face the world.
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khaire-traveler · 7 months
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Your beautiful wavy hair flows down Your shoulders,
Like a golden waterfall of ambrosia,
Your eyes shine with the glow of the morning sun,
And pierce through all darkness,
Your hands are delicate but calloused,
From many years of strumming the lyre,
Your enchanting voice stirs envy in every songbird,
As its melody is sweeter than honey,
Everything about You is perfect in its own way,
Perfect in imperfection,
You set a golden standard for all,
But You don't expect flawlessness,
All You truly wish for in Your worshippers,
Is for them to be true to themselves,
And being true to myself includes,
Being true to You.
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|| An original poem for Apollo ☀️🌻🏹🐍 ||
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thatghostelizabeth · 10 days
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Read a post that said something like:
Don’t turn off my light
And then complain about the darkness
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ravenousnightwind · 7 months
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Ancestors
Hear my plea
I call to you beyond
Below the tree
In Helheim you rest
Settled in Hel's welcoming nest
I call you now
Blood to blood
Help me find strength
Help me find wisdom
Oh Ancestors
Throughout my family line
Back through the ages in time
Bring to me the knowledge
I need to survive
Bring to me your will
Your power
Of that which rests within me
Hidden and asleep
Awaken it
Awaken thee
O Ancestors
I call you now
Rid thee of thine weakness
Give thee thy blessing
Vitality abound
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