#7 word poetry

[shisasan]

July 7, 1902 Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems

[geminirum]

HAN AND LEIA: because no matter how much he might love her– no matter how much he might give himself to her– she could never be content with that alone. her vision extended beyond him, just as it extended beyond herself, to all the beings of the galaxy. and to take that away from her, whether by force or even by persuasion, would be to diminish her soul. and to take away part of what he'd fallen in love with in the first place" – dark force rising, timothy zahn (1992)

1. the empire strikes back (1980) // 2. the 1, taylor swift (folklore, 2020) // 3. the princess and the scoundrel, beth revis (2022) // 4. the lovers, artist unknown // 5. the great war, taylor swift (midnights, 2022) // 6. the empire strikes back (1980) & inkpot gods, the amazing devil (2021) // 7. euripides, from ‘orestes,’ an oresteia (2009, trans. anne carson) // 8. the empire strikes back (1980) // 9. the empire strikes back (1980) // 10. hands, artist unknown // 11. han solo (2016, issue #5), marvel comics // 12. as it was, harry styles (harry’s house, 2022) // 13. return of the jedi (1983) // 14. existence, by ambsthom (na.) // 15. the force awakens (2015) // 16. mastermind, taylor swift (midnights, 2022) // 17. a new hope (1977) // 18. return of the jedi (1983) // 19. heidi priebe, as long as there is love, there will be grief // the last jedi (2017) // 20. the empire strikes back (1980) // 21. haunted, taylor swift (speak now tv, 2023) // 22. the empire strikes back (1980) // 23. quote 1: sue zhao, dialogues on love #4 ‘maybe i already do (na.) // quote 2: virginia woolf, from a letter to katherine mansfield c. January 1921 // quote 3: trista mateer (na.) // 24. watchful eyes, artist unknown // 25. the empire strikes back (1980) // 26. cruel summer, taylor swift (lover, 2019) // 27. the empire strikes back (1980) // 28. the empire strikes back (1980) // 29. sarah ruhl, from eurydice (2003) // 30. return of the jedi (1983) - if you know any of the artists, please let me know so i can credit them accordingly!!

my contribution to the @hanleiacelebration week! i made a similar ‘webweaving’ (if you will) post showing the twins’ relationship. i’ll link that here!

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[fudgecake-charlie]

[jb-cohen]

People around me keep getting younger. I find my way back on the rocks. Listening to the water

thinking about cows.

Last night I left

Without moving my body—

Last night I left without moving my body

And she asked me where I went

I’m on the rocks,

There is a beautiful man next to me

And I can’t help but to wonder

How I got so lucky

But maybe I always have been

There is love everywhere

It’s out there for you

It’s out there for me

It’s where people don’t mind your silence

It’s in the dog who made you hesitate going out the door

It’s in patience

It’s in listening ears

You’ll see it between the two geese

swimming together, communicating

to the one across the pond

It’s in questions

It’s in allowing youthful connection

It’s in a willingness to learn

It’s in the ones who ask you were you’ve gone

Where you’ve been

and how it was

[salovie]

If I only had one “I love you”

and my whole long life to give it,

I’d give it to you today.

A hasty, precious choice,

but you should know that

my perfect joy

is soft, blue,

close to

you.

[dobaara]

A PICTURE OF PRETTY LONGINGS AND COVERED TEETH BY S.R.

[matthew-pasquarello]

fall-asleep-7

while you wait: the lobby is burning, with nothing but salivation to combat the flames start spitting

to each of us holding hands we sweat unbearably we drop our business cards in tin buckets hoping for the songbirds to choose our patches of earth, pick me please,

i've been fattening up the worms

[poeticallylazyaf07]

Her (Lust)

The dip of her collarbone was divine,

The sweat glistening on her skin shimmered.

She kissed me rough, all I could taste was fine wine,

When she pulled away, I swear her eyes glimmered.

She panted heavily, grinned at me with those lips,

Rolled her eyes back and let me grip her hips.

Her curls spilled out in waves, a brown soft yet sticky,

She giggled softly, her middle name was intimacy.

Her hand roam me, tangles up my hair,

Her touch was addictive, she had a perfect flair.

She knows What she’s doing when she lies bare,

Her waistline robbing me of breathable air.

She rasps low, her breath hot,

In shadows where our desires are caught.

Careless murmurs weave a silken bond,

In the stillness, we drift beyond.

Her fingertips dance, just above my skin,

With every light graze, she ignited me within.

Our Souls entwined, a passionate plea,

In the quiet twilight, just her and me.

She parted her lips to moan and gasp,

Tips her head back to offer me her neck.

Takes my hand in hers, hastily clasps,

Leaves me high and an absolute wreck.

She shies away from daylight,

Never seen her in bright light.

I bet she’d be a sight,

Her skin porcelain, her eyes Celestine.

I drink her in, eager for the spell she casts,

Every dusk, She looks out the blank sky for a crack.

She leaves, only ever stays until the night lasts,

When the moon is reigns again, I know she’ll be back.

Love,

Anonymous.

[sometimesiwritepoems]

Peel

What does it take to find  The truest version of ourselves To peel back all our layers Until we get to the core Of who we are?

What is left of a person When everything they know Everything they feel Everything they believe themself to be Is peeled away?

I wonder What I look like At my most authentic self When the truth of who I am Is revealed

I hope I’ll still be able to recognize The person staring back at me

[amomentoftimeandword]

The ending that made the entire world sob 😭 It still hurts and I never don't cry 😭 They should have stopped making movies after this (in my opinion). If I could have a wish though, I'd bring Paul Walker back, he was lost too soon.

[ozkar-krapo]

PHAROAH CHROMIUM [text : Jean GENET]

"Quatre Heures à Chatila"

(7". [no label]. 2019 / rec. 2017) [PS-DE]i

[shisasan]

July 7, 1902 Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems

[taohun]

YOU’RE LISTENING TO ALL INDIA RADIO, ILLINOIS

(translations of phrases used under the cut)

meri jaan - my life/my soul

aaya tere sheher mein raanjha tera - and so, to your town, your lover comes (specifically raanjha, of heer-raanjha, a punjabi folk tale of two lovers)

heeriye - heer, of heer-raanjha

[hauntedpotat]

10 pm notes app poetry just hits different and idk how to explain it

[dimeadozencows]

I write so much poetry from heavy tf2' perspective its actually embarrassing. Yes i think its awesome. No you'll never get to see any of it

[borderlinevader]

from the river to the sea, one day, all of us will be free.