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"Don’t court Loneliness", Tathev Simonyan

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💌 poems for the month of love 💌

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

Wait For Me by Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)

A Kiss on the Forehead by Marina Tsvetaeva

Love by Joseph Brodsky

Your Unripe Love by Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Love poem by Tishani Doshi 

Maybe Under Some Other Sky by Willie Perdomo

Warming Her Pearls by Carol Ann Duffy

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Our Story by William Stafford

The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

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'Waking up, despite it all' by Manya.

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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'I want it all' by Manya.

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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Ivan Pokidyshev Silence, 2023 Oil on canvas.

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how’s that house that raised you?

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Franny Choi, from "I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame"

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

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— Ganymede, Jericho Brown, in '100 Queer Poems, an anthology' (2022)

[text ID: I mean, don't you want God / To want you? Don't you dream / Of someone with wings taking you / Up?]

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Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay”

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whatever, whatever. the brook is still flowing. i'll be okay even though i'm not. even though the devastation seems to have seeped inside my nerves, running boundlessly in my capillaries. the sun rays are still shining on the dewy leaves. the mountains are still young even though my bones are growing heavy. the crescent moon is hidden behind, but not forever.

Manya

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the winter arc.

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Mary Oliver, from “Whelks”, The Truro Bear and Other Adventures: Poems and Essays