#poem collection

[moonlitfairytale]

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

[thesleepyblueocean]

"there is no shame in emotion even the earth cries so its flowers can grow."

I Saw You As A Flower Ellen Everett

[mylifeisafadingtragedy]

We need to compile a book of hozier songs and call it 'hymns by hozier' with tinted paper, ethereal art and fairies in the border.

[ss-prose-poetry]

SUPER EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT

I have finally published about 24 poems, available through Kindle/Amazon right now as an ebook. Depending on interest, I may add a paperback version later with a better index.

I AM SO STOKED! Thank you for those who helped me reread poems a hundred or more times. Thank you for anyone who read any of my original poems or prose pieces on this blog. Please keep reading poetry always. 🫶

[inmyperfectworld]

Heartstrings and Reflections is more than poetry—it's a journey of healing, self-discovery, and love. Grab your copy today and let these words move you. 💫📚

Amazon:

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The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon

By Patricia Smith

[verenadelamarza]

Quote 'All your details' from @depositofeelings

Citação 'Todos os seus detalhes' de @depositofeelings

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[divsere]

heart! we will forget him!

you and i - tonight!

you may forget the warmth he gave -

i will forget the light!

-emily dickinson

[fivestagesoffuckedup]

There's so much going on that could drive a girl insane

But funnily enough none of that's running through my brain

I'm actually thinking about just the words themselves

Just kill yourself

Kill yourself

Kill yourself

But why?

And how?

And should I write anything down?

Make a letter to say goodbye,

With no real reason set in mind.

Just kill yourself.

I owe no explanation to anybody else

But can I please explain it to even just myself?

Just kill yourself

What would I even say?

"Sorry guys, just listening to my brain!

You didn't do me wrong this time,

I just couldn't get it off my mind,"

Just kill yourself.

[lesewut]

Freedom Has Hands

Nâzım Hikmet is considered the founder of modern Turkish poetry and one of the most important poets of Turkish literature. Born January 15, 1902 in Thessaloniki, died 61 years ago on June 3, 1963 in Moscow.was a Turkish poet and playwright. He is considered the founder of modern Turkish poetry and one of the most important poets of Turkish literature. Hikmet, Nazim: Bütün Şiirler (All Poems) 1924 - 1962, edited by Nahide Dikel and Gülçin Erol.

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Freedom Has Hands Proudly they were running, our horses Toward the calm sea The way the pigeons were flying Perhaps it’s the happiness of freedom! Kissing was forbidden, did you know, To think To fight for labor work force, was forbidden! They separated the product from its tree Selling it as much as it sells at the bazaars The branches of effort broken Light is blinding, they say, Freedom a ticking bomb. The ones who break our light And put a arson on freedom are themselves! When we reach for it they want it to explode, And burn. There are minefields Bread and water sit in the darkness. Freedom has hands, Eyes, feet, To wipe away its sweat To see tomorrow, Headed toward equality. I’m a cage, you’re ivy; Twine as much as you can twine This is a love for freedom, It only takes one to see it once It’s a piece of clothing that will last It’s a dream that is the truth Brave drivers of the historic movement Workers, the bees of the world’s beehive Flying around a piece of dark bread Brothers who bring freedom to our world. With the thoughs of that bread they wake up, With the thoughts of that bread the nights meet mornings; With that sun we can reach freedom. This hope is the door to being free; A tiny crack into happy days. This happiness is the light of better days; It reflects upon us quietly, frightened. Come, people of my nation, To the doors of freedom are like a branch; Behind it, the sky is blue. [Translation from his poem 'Elleri var özgürlüğün'] More

[bakerstreethound]

I have updated my table of contents for my poetry collection hehe.

[moonlitfairytale]

Sylvia Plath

[memoires-blessees]

Hello my friends!

Gods, it has been a while, hasn't it?

My first year of my degree flew by so fast I could barely keep up sometimes, and now I'm one year in, trying to process how quickly these next three years will go, and learning more about myself as time goes on. All this at once is a bit much, if you ask me.

I am, on the bright side, immensely pleased with my degree. I know deep in my bones that this is the right field for me. It makes me so happy - and things other than happy, such as the melancholy that comes with looking at a child's toy from thousands of years ago that reminds me so much of toys I might have played with when I was a child - but all this to say, I'm attempting to be back. More present, if you will.

You'll be hearing more from me as the summer closes out, and I'll have news here and there about a number of projects (there will be an update on this specifically very soon!!!) that I'm planning.

I look forward to sharing more memories with you, and to learning more and more about just what (and how much) life has in store for me.

Yours, ~Atticus Hope

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[carminejako]

I self published my poetry collection But You Painted Me Golden (2024). It contains much of my poetry from 2017 to 2023. You can find it on amazon and only as paper bag. Some of the poems are on this blog. And some did not make it. Summary: But you painted me golden, though, I am red and blue – this poetry collection captures the ins and outs of a mind in turmoil; the feeling of being lonely while being loved; the infinite longing for a universal truth lying within. It’s a collection about searching for a destination while also understanding that history has always been made on the road. You can buy it here. If you ant to learn more about the contents, check out my website.

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Piet Hein