#47 Poems

[penderbend]

“in the fell clutch of circumstance” arthur loves the shit out of that poem huh.

[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

Virtuoso

Play my eighty-eight for my devotion to you will never be gray but always black and white. Bear down my ebony whenever your words fall flat or your thoughts feel sharp. Force soundly my ivory whenever you need a beat or a melody of moans. Dip my hammers gently; caress me slow, songsmith, for a pure and sensuous ballad. Otherwise, pound me roughly; rock my strings, composer; perform your most carnal overture. Regardless, feel my weight as your press against me... Learn how to play my keys in every desirable way.

[brieandpinotgris]

heard

everything fallen and finally landed there's no echo no faulty pocket knives piercing these thighs nor eardrums that milky cant is wont to sour but handled right it clarifies drink up to put the colour back in your cheeks drink down to stifle the sick the tilt-head mixer stirred up this room I've wandered into is not mine licking every faded emergency exit sign the bars lifted the alarm wires cut no questions worth the breath left in this hat I'm holding tight to my habit of never being escorted to the door.

[agent47grey]

Lucas spends hours on the toilet.

He's doing Potty Poetry.

[maryisboring]

Feeling ugly lately <\3

Any suggestion ti feel better?

Write down below

[silverisafukintrainwreck]

the ragdoll

slumped in a corner

sits the damned ragdoll

unable to act and exist

until someone plays with it

in the quiet lonely corner

honestly, the ragdoll

wouldn’t mind sitting still

the daydream gets cut short

someone comes in

with tears in their eyes

they pick up the ragdoll

holding it tightly close

it’ll make them feel better

no one can see that the stuffing falls out.

stand up? fight back?

out of the question

god forbid the puppet get upset

due to their actions

stabilize, mediate

it is all for their sake

you’re not as important as

those who have created you

be quiet, be cute

honey, that’s all you do

half your personality has melted

to remold, to fix theirs.

a person gets to be free

you get to be the relief

the ragdoll can’t have peace

until everyone is ok

no one can see that they’re missing someone

oh, sorry.

they missed something

[alchemisland]

Black47back

Potatoes blight-smothered Bright uniformed enforcers Turfing out sunken Mothers Brother killing brother Proddie oaths uttered Eating weeds stifling hunger Brits living it up Legs up at the Ritz Taigs taking the sip Of traitor’s soup Trains of troopers Trained for rural evictions Such scenes lately fixtures Long fissures, spuds dead in lazy beds Country is a crypt In famine’s…

[rachelspoetrycorner]

47 Minutes (2014) / Sudden (2000) by Nick Flynn

In Episode 206, Rachel shares two poems: the two sides of Flynn's "poetry coin".

Rachel: [...] he kind of ping-pongs back and forth between like real, like deep kind of sadness, and then like really, really funny. So I wanted to read two poems, one that kind of swings on the sad side, and one that swings on the funny side.

Griffin: All right, as long as it swings, you know me.

Rachel: I think to swing from 47 Minutes —which is kind of like a lighthearted poem— to like this poem about like extreme loss, uh, just kind of speaks to like the range and ability of this poet.

Griffin: Yeah. But he made me sad, so I will never forgive him.

Listen. If someone names their memoir Another Bullshit Night in Suck City what else are we expected to get from their writing, other than greatness?

If you’d like to hear more while laughing and crying at the same time, you can do so here: Big City Boil, from 4:58 - 12:12

[obrother1976]

nvmind ginsberg beat the pedophile allegations!! peace and love on planet me

[dates-tears-bandageaids]

Oct 04. 2023

We became lessons to the other.

I learned to fall in love with you again and again; you learned all the ways to break someone, not completely, just enough to still take you back.

Today I bought a ticket to a concert of an artist you really like, I barely know him but my friend was so excited and she asked me to go with her.

I said yes, I bought my ticket.

I wonder if I will hear your voice singing to me when I'm on the venue. I hope not, I hope I hear words that never graced your lips.

I hope to find a new meaning in the things you love, I hope I can learn to love them without loving you.

Because I don't love you anymore, you bruised me, you ripped me and calloused me.

I will learn to love the things you hate, the things you crave, the things you don't care, because I will learn to love it all, I will never again use you as reference point of what love feels like.

How does it feel knowing someone loved you as deeply as I did and you looked me in the eye just to shatter me?

You used to say I was the best of them all, that I was young and naive and adorable and I deserved it all, you used to say you wished me no harm and that you always looked out for me.

And it was you who poisoned my lips every night.

It was you who gutted me out.

You destroyed all the things you said you loved of me, maybe that's why you did it, you had to leave me a skeleton of what I was before, so you would not feel guilty on having hurt the person you loved, because you didn't, you couldn't.

Don't ever stand in front of me to tell me you did loved me, because I will show you everything I wrote. I'll give you a list of the days you made me cry, I'll show what was left of me after you got bored.

I'll show you how someone who is loved looks like. 

Because I am loved, not by you, but I am loved.

Can you say the same?

[shy-chimera]

Little Star

Little star- so far away, Except you’re really not small at all, now are you?

A massive ball of energy- Blazing and burning- Giving light- sparking hope, Demanding to be acknowledged, Sending afterimages- Into the universe, long after you retire.

Though so far away, and Perhaps all alone- In this massive universe- You are gazed upon and Thought of as a friend, An upmost confidant- Worthy enough to hold Wishes that make up souls.

You ignite inspiration- Dozens of stories- Plays poems and songs- All in dedication to you. So loved and desired- People tattoo you on their very skin.

As they look at at you In the sky, their eyes- Reflect back everything You, yourself, have sown Into the universe eons ago.

So, not so little star, Though far away in distance, You’ve threaded your way to our eyes, To our hearts, tying our connection with an incandescent bow.

[bilderdagbok]

suddenly its 2016 again

reference images used under the cut!

[saifali1590]

অনুকবিতা ৪৭ / সাইফ আলি

সব খাঁচা ভেঙে গেছেপাখি তুমি মেলে দাও পাখনানশ্বর পৃথিবীতে আর কোনো চাওয়া নেইএলোমেলো সব পড়ে থাকনা! ১৪/০৮/২৩

[roaringroa]

me, busy? oh not really, just staring lovingly at the drawing my girlfriend made of us for valentines day while i handmake a card with a poem i wrote about her

[glockg1rl]

47

< habits >

biting fingernails

or peeling dry skin, or

manipulation

[maryisboring]

Feels like a Barbie movie