#contemporary poem

[writerbythesea]

new poem

[doeeyedamoeba]

to know what it's like to want to feel alive

there's an unfamiliar feeling associated with

wanting

all my life has just been living

as my body carries

my dreams, my desires my

life

ever since the earth made herself present,

enough for anyone to hear

humans goals rendered their ideas more important

making a house a home,

building foundations on foundations of architecture-

beautiful buildings and palisades of land

beautiful families, molding and shaping someone to maybe leave this world brighter than they found it

before the heat death of the universe itself enters,

my wants will overtake my needs

like the gardens overtaking the architecture, and my want for life will overtake the feeling of just wanting to pass by

beautiful palisades want me to live, the earth molded herself for us to live on

i want to try to

as the heat death of the universe itself enters

the fixture of light entering my hospital window,

on my death bed

i will know I have tried

ill mourn who i couldn't have been and who i was

and what i will be

but i didn't stop trying to find it

it's fulfilling enough for me

// Poem I wrote a few weeks ago :3

[veronicaaldous]

I Live in Days

I Live in Days They powder, crumbling old butterfliesAs soon as I think of themWere you ever my friend?I cannot recall your presenceJust your hands movingOn some bright screenI am unsure of everything This year was all in tiny piecesThat I could not sew togetherI threw them into the wind I have so many nervesThat unravel into red threadsI do not believe in natural selectionOr I would be a…

[soulmaking]

"Mirror" by Rita Dove

[cemetery-fox]

I'm so fucking disgusting / The crumbling clots of my sanity are falling onto the floor / I can't sleep / I can't eat anymore / My brain is maniacal / Analysis on Adderall / We did a trust fall / I broke like shattering glass / You were once as sweet as buttercream icing melting inside of my mouth / I was always too much for you / Until I cut myself down / Until I became the person that you see as worthy now / But how many times did I almost die? / How many nights did I climb the walls? / Pace the floors? / Misplace my mind?

[poezisesc]

My mother is my mother and I am her daughter

Act 1

my mother used to craft special bullets for me

she thought the wounds would prepare me for the world

her smiles and hugs were never delivered to me, not even by mistake

was I touched softly

I was not her friend, i was her burden she needed to train to be better

I was a mirror in which she saw herself and I knew she hated herself

Act 2

my back is in pain for years from carrying

my mother's rage in my mouth and her coldness on my shoulders

dozen bottles of tears kept in the back of my being where my childhood lies in a room with to many doors and no lock

craving touches from stranger women in dark bars

almost crying when a kiss is too soft and a little too sincere

I run.

Act 3

my mother is a monster but its because she got swallowed by the terrors of her father

and drowned in the jealousy of her mother

she despaired in loneliness at the arms of her lovers

always trying to please all the people she loved

while they carefully and slowly killed her

I was born and she was almost dead.

My mother is not a monster.

[e-n-d-a-s-h]

Liz Toohey-Wiese, 2024.

"A sign installed in the largest wildfire burn I’ve ever seen, along the BC/YK border. Borrowing the aesthetics of BC Recreation Site signs, once again pointing to the overlaps of outdoor recreation, resource extraction, and the consequences of the climate crisis. Most recreation sites in BC exist along previously built logging and mining roads.

“Forced into a great and difficult transformation” was a line I heard in a lecture on Buddhist philosophy I was listening to on my drive up north. But it became another mantra I thought about while living in a place that’s been utterly transformed by resource extraction over the past century, and as I thought about the burnt landscapes I drove through."

More here.

[collectingforgottenpoetry]

Orange lichens, in sun-like clusters, entomb the Rockface wall a sheer ascent from the waterline into glassy viscous green—- the plummet from skyward to lake face passes breathless squadrons of Dragon Flies —devil's Darning Needles threading the air where Wolf Spiders bivouac in web-castles, thin Draculas to their insect host each hairy mantle black with burrow moats at high watermark; yet unforeseen are the funnel lairs for bull snakes each water thrasher gracing the rotund, behemoth Rock lunging like a Spirit Presence up from this watery chalice.

Orange Lichens, by Paul Cameron Brown. As featured in Prussian Blue, 2010 edition.

[sweatermuppet]

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

[dogshitonline]

Oranges and Cinnamon Rolls

written today (april 12th 2023) because i love my perfect boyfriend teeheehee

[jetleparti]

I made some poems about America; this one, recorded, is called Ramble.

[soracities]

Carl Phillips, "Fixed Shadow, Moving Water", Then the War: New and Selected Poems [ID'd]

[veronicaaldous]

Lilting

I thought it a good thingThe walls were painted whiteNo one could say it was not clean…A whistling birdTold me other stories He even had a songAbout not speakingOf wounds, sedimentDropping down into a well I fell into a tranceWith my blue-black feathersI attended the needs of othersHad a book of excusesFor cruel manners One day my limbsGrew into a stiff treeThe bird was uncagedAt the cost of…

[juan-francisco-palencia]

𝙌𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨.

❝seem at times, we have to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.❞

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

[constanzarte]

Charles Ernest Butler, Siegfried und Brunnhilde