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haikugem · 3 days ago
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Solitary Spirit Alone, yet at peace Lonely but not alone. Content in solitude
Poonam | holly | Opsimath
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magnoliafatandsad · 3 months ago
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Entre la bruma de mi ser, me encuentro, perdida, en un abismo, donde la soledad es un eco, y la compañía, un espejismo.
Sola, me elevo, pero el vacío me arrastra, en el susurro de magnolias que, hoy, un poema desata.
Hay nostalgia en mi pecho, como un mar sin orillas, y, sin saber qué extraño, me ahogo en sus maravillas.
Porque en la compañía fui un alma deshecha, y ahora, en mi soledad, busco paz en la brecha.
¿Es la flor o el recuerdo lo que mi ser invoca? O tal vez, es la libertad que mi alma ya toca.
Pero aún así, me pierdo en este sentir tan hondo, donde la soledad me eleva, y el abismo me responde.
Magnolias, flores del alma, que en mi ser se enredan, tal vez no extraño nada, solo el eco de lo que queda.
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wearedailypoets · 23 days ago
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Hiccups
the disruption of time and space...
the disruptionof time and spacethe equivalentof skipping rockson a smooth pond
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tontopoetico · 8 months ago
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En el infinito📝
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aaknopf · 2 years ago
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Three brief poems of male love, of transcience and what abides. These works fall in a chain of influence from the singular James Merrill (1926–1995) through his younger contemporary and good friend J. D. McClatchy (1945–2018), and down to Richie Hofmann, whose 21st-century work carries an echo of their desires. As a student, Richie wrote his senior thesis on Merrill’s poetry and its relationship to visual art, and later assisted McClatchy in sorting through a collection of Merrill’s books, to facilitate their donation to the James Merrill House in Stonington, CT. 
Last Words by James Merrill
My life, your light green eyes Have lit on me with joy. There’s nothing I don’t know Or shall not know again, Over and over again. It’s noon, it’s dawn, it’s night, I am the dog that dies In the deep street of Troy Tomorrow, long ago— Part of me dims with pain, Becomes the stinging flies, The bent head of the boy. Part looks into your light And lives to tell you so.
Mercury Dressing by J. D. McClatchy
To steal a glance and, anxious, see Him slipping into transparency— The feathered helmet already in place, Its shadow fallen across his face (His hooded sex its counterpart)— Unsteadies the routines of the heart. If I reach out and touch his wing, What harm, what help might he then bring?
But suddenly he disappears, As so much else has down the years . . . Until I feel him deep inside The emptiness, preoccupied. His nerve electrifies the air. His message is his being there.
Things That Are Rare by Richie Hofmann
It is so easy to imagine your absence. Maybe it is night, we are still handsome. All the young are. It is so easy. Another thing to be beautiful. How gently the curtain falls back down and the room is dark again, the season of in-betweenities, my eyes heavy, my lips numb. Fingerprints on the unjacketed books. Inside the collars of the shirts in the open closet— An affluent night. You’ve touched everything in my small room.
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More on these authors:
Browse other books by James Merrill. Learn more about the historic James Merrill House and browse their events.
Browse other books by J. D. McClatchy. 
Follow Richie Hofmann @richiehof on Twitter and Instagram, join his advanced poetry course online or in person at 92NY, and hear him read at Women and Children First in Chicago on June 27.
Read Richie Hofmann’s new poem, “Lamb,” recently published in Poem-a-Day by the Academy of American Poets.
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drizzlingrain · 7 months ago
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somecielo · 1 year ago
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Quise llamarte “amor”.
Cuando te conocí, también conocí una parte de mí.
Con tu compañía, me hiciste darme cuenta de lo mucho que podemos llegar a sentir. Que el miedo a intentarlo puede durar años y que el corazón se acomoda a sentirlo todo y a decir nada.
Cuando te conocí, también conocí una parte de mí.
Jamás imaginé escribir para ti pero me topaba con cada palabra, cada poema y terminaba en comerme cada estrofa para enredarme en el recuerdo de tu aroma. Dejé a un lado lo que me hacía sentir poca cosa.
Cuando te conocí, también conocí una parte de mí.
Comencé a elaborar todo un designio con un sinfín de palabras hermosas pero sobre todo, de vivencias en nuestras bocas. Perdí el miedo a que me tacharan de loca.
Cuando te conocí, también conocí una parte de mí.
Tenía el deseo de crecer, caminar, bailar, cantar y hasta de soñar contigo. Sé que tú también te morías de ganas de estar conmigo.
Cuando te conocí, nació mi tendencia a pensarte en futuros inciertos y me disfrutaba el tiempo imaginándonos porque sabía que nos recordaríamos por soñar despiertos.
Cuando te conocí, compartíamos las ganas de empacar las maletas e irnos a otro planeta; pero sin darnos cuenta, cambiamos de rumbo mientras que yo solo quise llamarte amor.
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berxiton · 1 year ago
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/ Stars Within /
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From the bottom of my heart I wish you sunlight through the night to feel the warmth of love inside to light u stars within, so bright
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Berxiton 2023
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cjbtoday · 1 year ago
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WHAT? WHY?
What and why
Questions we often cry
When does the thinking end
To let the feeling begin
Oh god please tell
What and why
Are we in heaven
or is this hell
I suppose
Only time
Will tell
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juanalogues · 7 months ago
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well-slept ignorance, from 4/1/24
i've been reading the sandman comics, so this haiku was inspired by that, and also by a particularly good night of sleep i got.
i used artbreeder for the first time today to make this one. it's interesting playing with some new programs.
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haikugem · 4 days ago
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Soulful Saturday Hopes bloom in silence while thoughts think out loud Seeking peace in solitude
z0 | _minnaa_ | panda_she
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therosenbomb · 2 years ago
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this is a love story
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written in lines we don't cross
in damage deflected
a code of conduct
a social contract of caged impulses
and shared priorities ( demons )
A little me inside of you that says HEY
every time you make a decision
every time you consider the future
Love is a future
Spare the truth
spoil the man
tell the truth
ruin your relationship
Young love is a chemical 
( a compulsion )
old love is an institution
I bet myself who we would become
made an investment
put some of my happiness on a reserve price
banked and traded our time
Love is not a battlefield
it's a merger
it's a bear hug
a hostile takeover
Because something in the brain
wants to breed
bloodlines and trend lines
( population decline )
it’s all going down
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wearedailypoets · 4 months ago
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If this is a dream, don't wake me
If I'm awake, I don't want...
If I’m awake,I don’t want to ever fall asleep
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tontopoetico · 8 months ago
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Soledad📝
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artposilipo · 9 months ago
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creziac · 10 months ago
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Somos el uno para el otro, solo que el tiempo no es el adecuado.
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