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The Weeping Cherry Blossom.
You are the cherry blossom tree,
a white cherry blossom tree
a weeping blossom
you are fed by the sun,
just as you are fed by the clouds and their rain
but with too much sun,
you ache for the storm
regardless of the potential for pain
your branches bend low
barricading your body
with pretty pale petals
presenting a copy
you are the stallion
far out on the field
with a kick that kills
and a soul that wont yield
strong is the back
of the horse filled with pride
you beckon and bait battle
with each hefty stride
portraying yourself
like; your hearts on your sleave
as your body pulsates
and muscles all weave
a horse with no tree is a horse with no home
a tree with no horse resides there alone
the horse cannot eat of the poisonous flower
as to taste the truth
is to taste loss of power
the horse does not care for the delicate blossom
though the tree creates air for its lungs to get lost in
but the tree has no eyes
with no sight it cant see
that the horse that it dotes on
is worse off than thee
is but a self made creation
of what the tree lacks
a creation with legs
one that battles the axe
the axe being agony, desolation, distress
something the blossom alone cant repress
you start as a sprout along side a foal
and to protect your limp branches
you maim and you maul
but now you are big
you will out grow your stallion
let loose limerence of legs
learn to love the dirt
that surrounds them.
Bratpoet.
28/06/24
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I wrote this poem about how it was love at first sight when I met my wife almost 20 years ago. We have been married almost 18 years now. We have been through a lot together, but our love remains even after all those years! Here is my poem, Enjoy!
Title: Eternal Love's First Glimpse
In a world where time stood still, Where destiny wove its tender will, I gazed upon a wondrous sight, A vision bathed in golden light. Her eyes, like sapphire pools, so deep, Drew me in, made my heart skip a beat. Blonde locks cascaded, a radiant crown, Her beauty surpassed all I had known. She possessed a figure, heavenly blessed, Curves that enticed, left me breathless. And oh, that smile, a celestial ray, Melting doubts, chasing shadows away. A flirtatious charm danced in her gaze, A playful spirit set my heart ablaze. Her Giggles and laughter filled the air, Her energy infectious, beyond compare. She was a goddess, my heart's decree,In her presence, I felt joyfully free. Every facet, every glimpse, perfection defined, A love so immense, it transcended time. If I could relive those early days, A single day, in love's sweet haze, I'd seize the chance with a beating heart, To bask in love's glow from the very start. For even after the first date's embrace, It felt like we'd known each other for days. Amidst skepticism, doubts others had sown, We proved them wrong, our love had grown. Differences whispered by naysayers' tongues, But love's power silenced their misguided runs. Nearly eighteen years of marriage, hand in hand we've walked, Together, forging a bond that can't be blocked. From that very first moment, I knew it was true, A love that would last, forever me and you. Through highs and lows, trials that came our way, Our love endured, growing stronger each day. So let them marvel at our enduring flame, As we dance through life, united in name. For love's first glimpse, a gift divine, A lifetime of devotion, yours and mine.
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i need one (1) friend who has a hobby of memorized poems from like the 1800s and the 1900s. because i need someone to talk to about this hobby. memorizing them on my own is fun, but having someone to shares this fun would be so great. any takers???
please reblog to spread this far and wide and help me find this person
#poems#poetry#poems from the 19th century#poems from the 20th century#older poems#rhyming poems#friends#friend search#super bonus points if they live in las vegas but they can live anywhere#they internet exists for a reason after all!
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Last lessons of the dance instructor
1.
Head up, dears, the art is finding
art for art's sake 'mid the binding
tempo, tempo, all unwinding,
while you dance. Revolt, and fly.
Capture movement, Earth has tied you
to itself. Head up! Decide you
will not heed tunes that misguide you.
Let your motions tell you why.
Earth desires you. Find the sky.
2.
Back straight, now. Be queenly, kingly.
Though strength may be weakening we
cannot break, for menacingly
time devours you, if you yield.
Find the tempo, tempo folding,
pleasure those who are beholding.
Gravity is always scolding,
beauty, then, must be your shield -
center stage, your battlefield.
3.
Eyes inward - disregard the staring,
longing eyes, the soft despairing.
It is discipline's red herring,
ammunition made of pride.
Tempo, tempo, mem'ry beats it -
only giving in defeats it.
Lessons fade, but life repeats it:
find the music trapped inside.
Dance to love, to fly, to hide.
©2013 Sara Taylor
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The Atlanta Constitution, Georgia, March 4, 1936
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And I said, “Hello, Satan
I believe it’s time to go.”
#my art#southern gothic#been too depressed to create anything but I’ve made this today#the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks#spilled ink#I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol#I’ve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this#not much energy for art#so I’m not gonna pressure myself to keep it up#I’m just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this#I hope ur all well <33#the devil#by the way this isn’t meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson#but it’s inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil#I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic#god knows how long it’ll stay in a notebook haha#my comic#comics
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Love Enduring
What is grief but love enduring
I loved you with my whole being
And still my heart you are stirring
Though now you are beyond seeing
No longer can I wrap you up
In a tender and warm embrace
Or break bread together and sup
With your bright smile on your face
I cannot kiss your rosy cheeks
Or see your eyes crinkle in glee
My empty hand for yours does seek
So my gloomiest thoughts will flee
Memories of you I have carved
Into my heart on sacred stone
But my soul is fed and not starved
Because my love is like seeds sown
My tears water the wound that holds
The vestiges of you in me
Safely in my love I enfold
My eternal symbol to thee
My grief for you will never cease
But neither will my steadfast love
Your memory will bring me peace
You nest in my heart like a dove
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"A Jester can mock, and the King cannot fight
For the gift of free thought is the jester's one right."
A sweet golden prince who lived up in the sky,
Listened to his families' terrible fights,
The ceiling would rumble, the tile would shake,
The throne room was fragile, and soon it would break.
He'd attempt to speak, but it never went right,
His father would rage, and he'd lose every fight,
As decades passed by, it soon became clear,
The King saw his son as a monster to fear.
The Prince quickly followed every command,
Only to be trapped by his father's cruel hand,
Years of destruction with no end in sight,
This war would not end with a large act of might.
And so the Prince stopped fighting fire with fire,
And instead he pulled out his golden stringed lyre,
Since he had no respect, he would leave the King's cage,
And swap out the throne room for a shining stage.
He taunted with wit and he giggled with guile,
And even his sorrow he shared with a smile,
His father's gaze lessened, his temper was tame,
As his once "Golden Prince" treated life like a game.
The centuries passed and the mirth never ceased,
The sun never set on the first son of Greece,
He danced for his siblings and bit down his pain,
Since each peal of laughter meant there'd be less rain.
There's only one role for which there are no rules,
So who is the jester, and who is the fool?
#trials of apollo#toa apollo#lester papadopoulos#apollart#sunny speaks#pulled out everything I remembered from 11th Grade Lit for this poem hopefully it's not shit#I wanted to play on the idea that has been spoken about in some of my fave ToA meta essays#That being that Apollo consciously (or sub-consciously) makes himself seem weaker and less competent to avoid his father's wrath#it is a very interesting part of his character to me I love exploring it#and you know what maybe I also just wanted to draw Apollo in a jester outfit#y'all should know by now that 90% of my motivation is dressing Apollo/Lester up like a Ken Doll#haha#Lester the Jester#just thought of that#also peep my reference to the “my blorbo was born alongside the birth of Ancient Greece” hc that I posted like over a year ago#I just realized I rhymed right and fight twice in the poem GODDAMMIT#Guys I'm a horrible poet Apollo's gonna smite me :'(
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elured&elurin who died alone in the forest and elros&elrond who had their home destroyed over and over but survived to help build a new tomorrow and elladan&elrohir who were raised in peace and prosperity, and all of them star-twins. "shakes you by the shoulders" meme, do you understand
#maybe they're so dear to me because every next generation working through family trauma is kind of very personal. to me. what then.#anyway it just struck me like a lightning bolt that elured&elurin are so very essential to the structure of the legendarium#even if not at first glance. but oughh. patterns. it's like a poem it rhymes.#silmarillion#elured#elurin#elros#elrond#elladan#elrohir#rambling#edennil posts
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are you telling me mark read a fucking poem about his dead wife and he didn't even know it was about his wife are you kidding me im gonna jump into the ocean im gonna be on the news and ill tell them its because of severance on apple tv and the stupid tie in book they published that made me feel actual emotions
#crunchyposts#severance#severance spoilers#reading commentary#WHAT DO YOU EMANT. THE STUPID POEM THAT REPLACED GEMMA WITH NAN GOT ME SO BAD YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW THAT RHYME IS#SUPPOSED TO GO. GODDAMMIT. STUPID SHOW IM GOING TO DIE#the you you are
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something poem-adjacent, I suppose
#my writing#poetry#haven't properly written a poem in years but um anyway. here's something if that's anything#I'm usually a rhyme and meter girl too#but ah well
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Sanderstober 2024 Day 5!
I can’t art but I can do a writing prompt!
October 5: This one’s a play off a prompt from last year AND it’s a writing prompt! Take any famous character from a horror film, and create a nursery rhyme about them. You can make it completely innocent, or, like many nursery rhymes, remain dark but disguised in pretty language.
I did the 5 friends from The Cabin In The Woods movie and wrote it in the style of Edward Gorey’s macabre nursery rhymes—
That- that still counts right? 😅
Hope to do more writing prompts if any come up! 😁-Erin (aka earlgreymylove)
@thatsthat24
#sanderstober2024#day 5#thomas sanders#sanderstober#writing challenge#art challenge#Inktober#the cabin in the woods#poem#poetry#nursery rhymes#macabre nursery rhymes#Edward gorey style#Edward gorey#Halloween#spooky#October 5th#Sanderstober day 5
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19-11-2024
Anna
A regal song to titillate all ears; A syllable or two, yet so it seems That every cloud from heaven disappears And moon-illumed arise forgotten dreams.
And whether called upon with silver tongue, Or sighed in gold's inaudible exhale, The palindrome resounds that sacred song Wherethrough the mysteries of night unveil.
Yet 'tis not her song that opens the skies, It is the magic when she heeds that call: A smile, a twirl; the twinkling of her eyes Expands eternity within The All.
As Anna shines, I know but one eclipse: Her name, as when she draws it from my lips.
--- 19-11-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
#Anna#name poem#poetry#spilled ink#poem#poets on tumblr#tumblr poetry#writing#creative writing#spilled thoughts#emotion#love poem#love poetry#romanticism#shakespearean sonnet#fixed verse#rhyme#sonnet
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The Daily Worker, New York, May 4, 1927
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The Debt
Bob robs Peter to finally pay Paul,
for the five hundred dollars Paul loaned him last fall.
Bob felt ashamed but he needed the dough,
and knew that good Peter would not even know.
Paul gets the cash and is off in a sprint,
to pay back old Morris for the money he lent.
Old Morris is happy with money in hand,
and finds young Maurice to pay him as planned.
Young Maurice is happy with five hundred bones
and goes to his uncle to pay off his loans.
Maurice’s uncle is proud of the boy,
and heads off to locate his good friend Miss Joy.
Miss Joy is a helper who’s helped many others,
helped Maurice’s uncle and all of his brothers,
when all of them found themselves in a tight pinch
and Miss Joy was ready to help in a cinch.
Miss Joy takes a ferry to go and see Mary,
with all of the thanks that a person can carry.
She’ll pay Mary back for all that she borrowed
when Miss Joy was lonely and drowning in sorrow.
Mary herself had some people to pay,
and one of these people was her old Aunt Kay.
Aunt Kay gave her money to pay for her rent
because Mary found that her money was spent.
Since Aunt Kay was also a one in the red,
she went down the docks and she found Captain Ted.
The captain had given her five hundred dollars
so Aunt Kay could answer her IRS callers.
The captain went down all the streets of his town,
looking to see if old Bob was around.
The captain had owed Bob a small sum of money
that Bob floated Ted on the Sound.
Bob took up the money and squared up with Peter,
who never once knew it had left his two-seater.
Bob re-placed the cash and was off in a dash—
his fleet feet had never been fleeter.
So what is the value of money?
What’s the appropriate call?
For these ten quartets have balanced ten debts,
and no one paid anything at all.
#money#debts#loans#personal loans#stories#storytelling#story poem#poems on tumblr#poetry#original poem#my writing#creative writers#rhyme scheme#quartets
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An Unsightly Thing
My love is an unsightly thing
Full of sharp teeth and bloodied wings
It is not enough to possess
Or give a gentle soft caress
I must wrap hands around your throat
And with your heart my spirit bloat
Filled to the brim with you alone
Sated on your flesh and your bone
The world outside is cruel and cold
I fear you will slip from my hold
It matters not how tight the grip
Fate’s scissors are ready to snip
If you wander beyond my gaze
The earth itself I wish to raze
Only when you are in my chest
Under my ribs safe can I rest
#orla k barnett#creative writing#poetry#welcome home#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#poems and poetry#original poem#rhyming poetry
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