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[niadotcom]

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in the broken world.

pictures I've taken that I think you'd like, a fragment of a poem by Mary Oliver that I think you'd love

the flowers are beautiful

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[flowerytale]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Aurora Leigh

[kiisuuumii]

Maggie Smith, "This Town," Good Bones

[rotisseries]

planet of love

[sfsolstice]

exurb1a, from "A Large Red Button You Must Never Push That Fixes Everything" in Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

[my-dearest-aster]

[060724]

A photograph fine

The sun of your smile

Is a note to my heart

A burning desire

But when the film catches flame

Like butterfly wings

Dawn turns to dusk

And all my light dims

Be it for the lilacs in your hands,

Or the daisies on your cheek

I found that your embrace

Is the wrong place to seek

Myself through you,

Mediums and dyes

Smoke and mirrors call

A bluff to my disguise

Yet I am barely whole

An entity of lies

Sculpting flimsy truths

To be an artist in your eyes.

[splattered-ink]

My Venus.

Destroyed by her need to hold onto each beam the sun gives her.

She is beautiful, but she is lonely.

The sun no longer warms her.

She will continue to burn, taking in every sweltering ray from her sun.

It is her god.

She knows the burn of her love is better than the chill of loneliness.

[arcanespillo]

it says that ur into poetry in ur bio and thats so cool!!! i like poetry as well and am taking it as an elective at uni but i am actually not too good with poets so was wondering if you had any favourite poets? if not thats totally fine. maybe poetry recs? thanks ☆

poems

i'm not the river / nox by anne carson is tricky to find but there's a fragment here / PORTRAIT OF THE ALCOHOLIC WITH WITHDRAWAL / A BOY STEPS INTO THE WATER / SOME BOYS AREN’T BORN THEY BUBBLE / Thirstiness is Not Equal Division / EVERYTHING THAT MOVES IS ALIVE AND A THREAT–A REMINDER / A Man Said to the Universe / The Worm King’s Lullaby / Cortège / the triumph of achilles by louise gluck / the reticent volcano keeps by emily dickinson / the mirror by louise gluck / i go down the shore / the arrowhead / Brother / My Brother at 3 A.M / I would I might forget that I am I / the second elegy / stripped car / The Saints Come Marching In by Anne Sexton, How to Be a Dog by Andrew Kane, Angel of Hope and Calendars by Anne Sexton / I Remember / WHAT THE BIRD WITH THE HUMAN HEAD KNEW / THE TRUTH THE DEAD KNOW / In The Deep Museum / Lament / The Starry Night / A Curse Against Elegies / jesus suckles / start here / march is march / a bad day by mary oliver / Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare / lord knows / Town of Finding Out About the Love of God / fragments from Avalon Revisited (1963) by Margaret Atwood / from crush by richard siken 'the torn up road', from war of the foxes 'landscape with fruit rot and millipede', 'birds over the trampled field', 'the museum', 'self portrait against red wallpaper'/ from louise gluck's the wild iris 'clear morning' 'spring snow' 'scilla' 'the hawthorn tree' 'april' 'the jacob's ladder' 'matins' 'song' 'vespers' 'harvest' 'retreating light' 'lullaby' 'the gold lily' / from her vita nova 'the open grave' 'roman study' 'timor mortis' 'castile' 'mutable earth' 'inferno' / from faithful and virtuous night 'aboriginal landscape' 'utopia' 'the melancholy assistant' 'a foreshortened journey' 'the horse and the rider' / from meadowlands 'parable of the king' 'moonless night' 'departure' 'rainy morning' 'telemachus' guilt' 'meadowlands I' 'telemachus' kindness' 'parable of the dove' 'purple bathing suit' / from firstborn 'the cripple in the subway' 'seconds' 'letter from provence' 'firstborn' / from the house on marshland 'the pond' 'gratitude' 'abishag' 'the fire' / from descending figure 'the garden (2)' 'origins (4)' 'thanksgiving', from the triumph of achilles 'exile' 'seated figure' 'liberation' 'adult grief' 'horse'/ apostle town / the town of the sound of a twig breaking / strawberry moon by matthew dickman / the wolf god / this poem by mark bibbins (another year on the day/ of class photos/ i scratched at my face/ with a sharpened popsicle stick/ no blood just a few pink lines/ that didn't read/ what else./ i wanted a cast on my leg/i wanted braces and glasses/and my tonsils out/i wanted scars/i don't know when or whether i figured out the difference between wanting to be damaged and wanting to be healed) / ancient text by louise gluck

books

short talks by anne carson, waiting for god by simone weil, blue horses by mary oliver, dog songs poems by mary oliver, men in the off hours by anne carson, trances of the blast by mary ruefle, autobiography of red, red doc and norma jeane baker of troy by anne carson, richard siken and ocean vuong's books are famous honestly but try to read their stuff if you haven't checked them out yet (i don't like ocean vuong but i did like some bits of his first book) and also i suggest reading 'the journal of albion moonlight' if you find yourself particularly liking red doc, i hope you were not expecting old poetry because that really isn't really in my ropes

this is what i have noted on my journal :p if you can't find some stuff dm me but you can search for most poetry books on archive.org and it's free and legal

+ poems by Margaret Atwood ! i forgot, like this one

[los-muertos-vivientes]

En la lejanía, apagado y en silencio, un ser destinado a brillar se encontraba reposando desde hace varios años.

Lo observaba maravillado tratando de figurar su pasada melodía.

Me acerco sin temor, montando su polvoriento dorso; las vividas sonrisas de un alegre pasado vienen a mi, las oigo a mi alrededor tratando apaciguar la soledad de esta bestia.

Cesar Villegas

[loverofunreasonandanexile]

if the world is a bad dream

take it from me

let me sleep don't let me see

i can disappear within myself

a definite break

and never wake

[le-jardin-inculte]

antelope, asleep

with all the grace the antelope lies down safe, out of sight curls up, her head on her back legs all tucked in for the night

of what you dream, oh antelope? you yearn for rain, the soft sweet grass? i hope you get all that and more watch many seasons pass

anyway here's the silly little antelope poem that fell out of my brain last year 😅

(cc @addaxbones)

[fairydrowning]

in order to live a happy life, you must romanticize everything (and see a good therapist).

[queen0funova]

I was at a cute little poetry circle recently, and I read a poem of mine inspired by my favorite poem. "Batter My Heart, Transgender’d God" by Meg Day (I'll put that poem under the cut). Someone then turned to me and asked if my "Batter My Heart" was the inspiration for it. Apparently they're the one who introduced the poem to the person who introduced me to it

Batter My Heart, Transgender’d God by Meg Day:

Batter my heart, transgender’d god, for yours

is the only ear that hears: place fear in my heart

where faith has grown my senses dull & reassures

my blood that it will never spill. Show every part

to every stranger’s anger, surprise them with my drawers

full up of maps that lead to vacancies & chart

the distance from my pride, my core. Terror, do not depart

but nest in the hollows of my loins & keep me on all fours.

My knees, bring me to them; force my head to bow again.

Replay the murders of my kin until my mind’s made new;

let Adam’s bite obstruct my breath ’til I respire men

& press his rib against my throat until my lips turn blue.

You, O duo, O twin, whose likeness is kind: unwind my confidence

& noose it round your fist so I might know you in vivid impermanence.

[kiisuuumii]

Josh English, "On form"

[sexywomenintremendousstress]

I didn’t dare to look at you in the eyes, I didn’t even spare you a glance.

I was disgusted, disappointed, I feel disgraced.

I feel everything every time I saw you. I didn’t have the gut to hate you, but I have the want to erase you.

You were the one thing in life I cherished the most and yet, you become one I regretted the most.

I can’t erase you, I will never have the capability of doing so,

You marked me.