#happy world poetry day

[nevver]

Ghost world, Owen Gent

[littlequeenies]

(Source)

[loudandannoyingcentral]

Actually, Happy world poetry day!!

[chidoroki]

"Unstoppable" by Donna Ashworth

[from-the-gray-spaces]

My soul season ❤️ when I come alive. FOLLOW ME❤️

[poetrysweetashoney]

[serenescripts]

Haven't posted in a long time.. extremely busy with the absurdity of life. Here's a wallpaper and motivation to go ahead and do your stuff cause you deserve the best and yet you are on your own. Seize it humans<3

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Linda Pastan ~ I am learning to abandon the world

[firstfullmoon]

not todayontumblr rbing two posts of mine for world poetry day… it is i, the ambassador of poetry on this website & all others :-)

[mera-mann-kehne-laga]

Oye @indulging-in-love-or-rage Here's your suprise🤭 ->

Look into my eyes, my beloved; See how they always hold you, Always long for you. Look into my heart, my beloved; You’ll only see yourself there, It be pining for your love.

I’ve forgotten sleeping and waking,  Look What I was and what ive become now. When I close my eyes, you’re all I see, All I want. The heart beats more than it used to, I’m living more than I ever was. My mind mentions you in every thought I have. My heart’s a peacock and you’re the rain. Nothing I could say would ever be enough, For you are my muse, my beloved; You’re silver lining to my dark cloud.

I am nothing by myself; Just a useless, barren, cold rock. It is you who makes me loveable, Illuminates me with your love, Makes me shine, makes me divine, Makes the whole world look up at me. My beloved, You’re the Sun to my Moon.

You die each night to set me free again. And come alive again next day only to see me die in your arms. We see each other briefly across the evening sky Just to bid a goodbye again Only to keep the world moving, only to keep the world breathing.

If I could, I’d stop the wheel of time, stop the world from moving, my calamitous love: Just to talk to you for one more minute, Just to spend a little more time with you, Just to feel alive for a little longer. I want to stay in your arms all night, all day,    I want you to be by my side always, Even if it means bringing doom to the world. Me, my heart and you are here So cant we stay like this forever? Do we really have to part?

[littlequeenies]

Poem by Stormy Lee Rollins about Demri, Layne, Mike Starr, and all her friends gone too soon (Source).

Happy World Poetry Day - follow the tags for more old entries about Demri's inspiration in poems.

[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.

[headdaze]

it's funny bc if you looked at my Spotify daylist you'd think I'm really deep into my feelings and really heartbroken and very down all the time, but in reality, I'm just a writer.

[girlivealwaysbean]

happiest birthday to the love of my life @loverrgf baby hiii i am wishing praying begging god for you to get all the happiness and love and success in the world and i hope life loves you more treats you kinder in this upcoming year and you achieve everything you've dreamed and yearned of and you know ive never been good at keeping promises but i am promising you that whatever happens i am always here for you by your side cheering you on listening to you waiting for you loving you okay? so quickly be done with your exams and come back to me because i love you so much and i miss you so much and i need my daily dose of talking to you about nothing and everything for like two hours every night okay ily ❤

[less--beans]

it’s your birthday today.

i realized tonight you’ve never seen this iteration of my room. you’ve never looked at the decor, or made your mark in any lasting way. you would like the color of the walls, i think.

i can’t help but wonder- maybe if i’d left the walls pink and purple, if i’d kept the nightlight on, if i’d held the loft bed up through sheer force of will, you would still be present in this room. if only i had forcibly stopped growing up, i could’ve stopped time. part of me thinks you would’ve let me. we always thought we could do anything. but the other part of me remembers: you were so eager to grow up.

it’s unfair, but sometimes i feel like you left me behind. i was never in a hurry to get older, not like you were. you held the title of first in so many things- first to wear makeup, first to get a boyfriend, first to escape the confines of a curfew. it makes sense you were the first to grow up- you’ve always been the older one. i guess 18 days does make that big a difference.

we used to spend all of our time together. texting constantly, having sleepover after sleepover, family vacations and late night phone calls. now, we text every couple of months. when i messaged you happy birthday today, my phone registered it as new contact info for you, as if it hasn’t been a core fact of my life for as long as i can remember. as if i would, could ever forget.

we haven’t really talked in a long time, but your contact is still pinned at the top of my phone. you still have an album in my photos app from screenshots of facetime calls. i don’t play lottery often, but when i do, the numbers i always use are the birthdays of my family members. yours is on there, of course- 25, every time. and the final number is always 5, for the year we were both born in.

i don’t know if you would call us friends anymore, but sometimes when people ask me how many siblings i have, i still have to resist the urge to say two. you are the soundtrack of my childhood, a constant in so many of my memories. we always promised each other we wouldn’t grow apart when we grew up. every now and then i wonder if you still think about me.

happy birthday. i still love you.

[buzzings]

B E S T F R I E N D

when everything goes awry, and all else is bleak, every single day through the entire week, i reach for the phone and search for your name. you're the person i run to, without any shame.

i want to tell you my secrets—my dreams, too. (i hope you know i would do the same for you.) your kindred spirit keeps me practical and fair, and i like you. i love you! you make me a pair.