#not my poetry

[halloweeneva]

Poem by @narcissistcookbook

(Skull design borrowed from their profile pic)

[iweardrmartens]

[xovera-toz]

The rest of the poem is even better so go read the 2015 comics. Shoo.

[kkirexxovo]

poetry i found recently & ciphixy

(1) author unknown

(2) nellsays on tumblr (i couldn't find their account, sadly)

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

im currently spiralling down the beautifully devastating hole that is arab poetry, so feed into this obsession by voting on this poll

(the options are too long for me to add so theyre below the cut)

options:

line one:

they asked, "do you love her to death?" i said, "speak her name over my grave and watch how she brings me to life."

line two:

because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent.

line three:

and if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent

line four:

if someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night i tell her about you.

line five:

as if the clay you were made of, was kneaded wirh rose water.

line six:

we met by chance, two arrows in opposite directions, inevitable was the meeting and inevitable was the farewell.

line seven:

make space in your ribs (chest) for me, i would like to reside eternally in my home country.

line eight:

i felt like kissing the swords, because their glimmer reminded me of your smile.

line nine:

there is water in my eyes, and fire in my heart. do you want a drink? or a spark?

line ten:

when i love, i become liquid light

line eleven:

"i love autumn" she told me and since that day i've been falling

line twelve:

i would split open my heart with a knife, place you within and seal my wound, that you might dwell there and never inhabit another

[storyweaverstalespinners]

[atomic-anarchist]

[livewire-litmag]

Being in LiveWire means finding the most soul crushingly beautiful poem in your professors old lit mags

[wolftheghost]

quotations from poetry i think about a lot in no particular order:

"alive enough to have the strength to die" (i forgor where this is from but i will add it later if i remember)

"it's not romance, simply how things are" - letters from yorkshire

"they are waiting for me somewhere beyond eden rock" - eden rock

if anyone wants to add, go ahead :3

[codthefishgod]

Decided to share this because it reminds me of Faroff. I often find it difficult to explain Faroff in any sort of way without going on a rant, especially with how hugely important it has become to me, but I think, if I had to really get the point of Faroff across in as few words as possible, it would be those last four lines. Because at its core, that's what it's about. It's about breaking walls down, it's about change, it's about not letting your own biases and preconceived beliefs cloud the truth right in front of you.

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Man, I love that series.

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

(Photo ID in alt text)

This. Exactly this. This journey may not always be pretty and fun, but if our path gives even one person hope, that’s enough for us. The effort will be worth it. 💜 ~Nico

[m-ir-a-nd-a]

I promise.

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

"child of the moon" by jessica semaan

[poetryandprompts]

Jesus watches from the wall,

But his face is cold as stone,

And if he loves me

As she tells me

Why do I feel so all alone?

Carrie, Stephen King

[halloweeneva]

there is no revolution that is idle

it does not stand still

like a spark it jumps and flashes

and moves as it wills

it stops by and visits

sending you a spark or two

it never lingers or stays too long

it has far too much to do

it stopped by them, too, today,

it watched them with steely gaze

and when it left as quick as it came

you watched them go ablaze.

I’ve been keeping this in my inbox just so I can find it and read it over and over again on this app I love it so much thank you

[tenduw]

Poem of the Day 16/12/22 - 'No, Thank you, John' by Christina Rossetti

I never said I loved you, John

Why will you tease me, day by day,

And wax a weariness to think upon

With always "do" and "pray"?

You know I never loved you, John;

No fault of mine made me your toast:

Why will you haunt me with a face as wan

As shows an hour-old ghost?

I dare say Meg or Moll would take

Pity upon you, if you'd ask:

And pray don't remain single for my sake

Who can't perform that task.

I have no heart? - Perhaps I have not

But then you're mad to take offence

That I don't give you what I have not got:

Use your common sense.

Let bygones be bygones:

Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:

I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns

Than answer "Yes" to you.

Let's mar our pleasant days no more,

Song-birds of passage, days of youth:

Catch at to-day, forget the days before:

I'll wink at your untruth.

Let us strike hands as hearty friends;

No more, no less: and friendship's good:

Only don't keep in view ulterior ends,

And points not understood

In open treaty. Rise above

Quibbles and shuffling off and on:

Here's friendship for you if you like; but love,—

No, thank you, John.