#Modern Poetry

[sweatermuppet]

Blessed Be by Sol Rios, published in Ghost of my Ghosts

[luciferslilith7]

"They both failed at the end-She couldn't hate him and he couldn't love her" ~Anonymous

[wutheringvibe]

i wish you loved me to the point of insanity, to the point where flesh meets dust, where skin becomes memory, where the air crackles with something that isn't quite a sound but a vibration, a pull, a calling. love me to the point where heaven becomes hell, where the lines blur and the fire in your eyes is all i can see, all i can feel, all i can know. to the point where existence becomes nihil, where everything outside of you and me crumbles into irrelevance, like the static between radio stations, like the spaces between stars. i want it to be a love that isn’t about you or me, not about words spoken or actions taken, no rights, no wrongs, no questions, no answers, no fights, no reparations, just the sheer force of it, the madness of it. love me like a storm that doesn’t care what it destroys. love me like the roots of trees splitting sidewalks, like the sea eating the shore. i don’t want it neat or polite, i don’t want it reasonable. i want it raw and feverish, the kind of love that burns everything down just to light a cigarette off the ashes. and my love, i want to love you back just as madly, with no beginning and no end, no borders, no sense. love you until your breath becomes my breath, until your thoughts bleed into mine, until i can’t tell where i stop and you begin. love you in the way that defies everything we were ever taught about love. just love. mad love. the kind that turns the world inside out, leaves it unrecognizable, leaves us unrecognizable.

[sorata-ayumi]

El sol y sus flores, Rupi Kaur

[laurachouettepoetry]

A soul is a monstrous thing, weaker than the heart yet stronger than the mind. What you can’t give your heart, feed your soul with— and reveal everything hidden.

Laura Chouette

[mkhancock]

“A Life on Paper”

By M.K. Hancock

We start so small,

Charming zygotes, ganglions, cells

Sparks of electrical communication

Joining together and making new

Formations that bind us together

We live if we’re lucky

We grow tall or short, until we stop

And then we begin to shrink

The space between most

Currently living skeleton’s discs

Disintegrates little by little

If we don’t care for our bodies

They shrink rapidly, with our backs and necks

Curled downward to our core

As though ready to leave at a moment’s notice

Snuffing out the light inside so

The soul can join again with

The electric Earth,

The body to the soil,

Warm in the sun

Soon to grow

New life

[whattheduckjules]

arm's length

we were standing on your balcony under the starry sky

and smoked cigarette after cigarette

this was the perfect time

to tell you my little secret

that you're the one I really like

but I chocked on my words so I didn't say a thing

and as you took my hand I felt ashamed

that's when I noticed I can't cope with romantic feelings

no even worse, I'm afraid

and I can't talk about feelings without cracking a joke

feeling guilt and acting immature

comedy is my protection shield, that's my mechanism to cope

I can't allow myself being vulnerable and because of my avoidant behaviour I react with misplaced humour

-Jules

[bones-ivy-breath]

Inward by Yung Pueblo

[nwarrior777]

was re-reading my poem notes and found this bit there character is talking about dictators

"

it's not a power, fool

it's most sad human weakness

to let yourself do violence 

which is beyond the point of forgivness

"

i mean. damn

[jansen-dean]

I am super excited to announce that on March 21st, I will be releasing my first book of poetry & prose! It will be available on Amazon. This has been a long time coming. As many of you know, I am a musician, and long before a song becomes a song, it starts out as a poem. In 2021, I started to take writing poetry seriously and pondered the idea of releasing a book. It's all coming to fruition.

This book covers themes of love, lust, addiction, mental health, suicide, abuse, complex and toxic family dynamics, and relationships of all kinds.

It also dives deep into obsessive thought patterns, self-acceptance, and self exploration as a queer non-binary person in the southern part of the United States.

Some of these poems are written from personal experience, others are merely fictional or inspired by the people around me and strangers as well. Music, art, and film also inspired me. There will be some cute lighthearted poems in there, too.

I hope everyone finds a little piece of validation and joy in this book.

This is the sample copy I received in the mail today. It's all so surreal. I also want to give a big thank you to my partner, Daryne, for helping make this happen. I appreciate you and love you more than you'll ever know.

[belovedapollo]

Apollo to Icarus by Nikita Gill

[sweatermuppet]

What if I’m Simply a Dirty Earthworm? What If I’m a Dirty Man, What Then? What If I’m Nothing But a Sexless Worm? by Megan Borocki, published in Beaver Magazine

[Text ID: Do you still think of when I was small catching earthworms in my socks, face smashed in the mud, my soft fingertips digging for wet bodies to throw at my brother? I still miss your voice. Do you remember when you would hold my wrist above my head hissing grow into a clean woman? /End ID]

[rottenfigfruit]

Forough Farrokhzad poetry for today

[wutheringvibe]

when i tell you iloveyou, i mean that every piece of me i can still touch belongs to you. when i tell you iloveyou, i mean i love you more than i have ever loved myself. two lines of fate tangled together, i couldn’t untie us even if i tried. but some days, love, it feels like a losing game. some days, i don’t remember why i’m still here. i wasn’t supposed to make it past 17. on the good days, i’m glad i did. on the bad ones, i feel like a stranger in this body. my hands feel like they don’t belong to me, my eyes hollow, my skin unfeeling. but i still love you. there’s a corner of my mind where you have your home, and you already have my entire heart. if i make it past this, it’ll be for you. for your hand in mine, life inside lifelessness. maybe i’ll steal a little bit of your warmth, just enough to make it through. i feel the weight of all 8,259 days that I've been alive pressing down on me. every single second. the peace of putting it down is the only thing i want more than you. iloveyou. iloveyou. whatever is left of me, it’s yours.

[mylittlepoemworld]

when did I stop looking up at the sky and wondering about the endless space? when to beauty did I turn a blind eye and youth's sparkle disappeared from my face?

was it somewhere down this sinuous road that I lost track of who I was before? was it when I began to bear this load that I noticed I was enough no more?

I want again to lay under the sun like a kid, play and lose track of the time I want to run through green hills and have fun and don't give a damn if my verses rhyme

I want to change, to be worthy of you I want you to know the child I once knew

[mkhancock]

“The Gravity of Yearning”

By M.K. Hancock

Night, a steadfast show

of the cosmic unknown

Dark air and emptiness yet

Space for things to shine

The moon itself glows

From seeing the sun

Shine so brightly

Mystical untouchable

Celestial bodies rotating and

Revolutioning in cycles

Romancing Earth’s fields and tides in turns

Waves licking the horizon

The gravity of Earth’s yearning

Soft fractal clouds

Find lost water new forms in

Dew on wheat, mist on wind

Which greets the world

Reborn again alive

Anew yet ancient