#poems by noor hindi

[iamadarshbadri]

Poems That Tell a Tale of the Struggle for Palestine

Poetry evokes emotions. Perhaps when the world turns a blind eye to the horrors in Palestine, it is crucial to read poems. In these crazy times, there is nothing like poetry to remind ourselves of humanity. And we all need some poetry right now to feel for Palestinians, their children who are bombed by the Israeli forces—and whose memories are forever etched in the tragedies of today. Dead…

[metamorphesque]

musings on the sun

christina perneta, noor hindi, vincent van gogh, jeanette winterson, zinaida vysota docenko, anne sexton, olga kos, khalil gibran

[havingapoemwithyou]

The World’s Loneliest Whale Sings the Loudest Song by Noor Hindi

[llovelymoonn]

noor hindi fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying

kofi

[every-momento]

you can go home, but only as a memory

postcard // i had years been from home by emily dickinson // eric hurst // pledging allegiance by noor hindi // letters from home by zarina hasmi // the bedroom by vincent van gogh // breathe by lin manuel miranda // the house that built me by miranda lambert

[kiyoswrld]

52 HERTZ WHALE. short alucard tepes x gn!reader angst.

studies suggest drowning lasts up to 1-3 minutes. however, ever since your passing──adrien has not felt himself take another breath of oxygen.

adrien dreamt of you last night─he doesn't remember much, except that you and him kept merging and blurring into each other. you were him─and he was you. great time has passed, and yet the earth remains a thieving void; this mass has long since been swallowing his cherished. it is still never easier the next time.

"true science," you muttered, fingers pressed to your neck, over your beating pulse. unconsciously. not to hide it. not out of fear he'd dip in and sink his fangs in─not out of fear he'd rip your throat out. but absentmindedly. out of habit.

"i want to learn it with you."

adrien leaned in to press cold lips against your collarbone, and a low exhale left your mouth. you never understood what made kissing such an intimate affair, except now─when your throat was bare, and instead of choosing to tear apart gore and flesh and capillaries, he chose to kiss it. "and that, my love, you shall."

study shows people that cried less are likely to have dismissive attachment styles. today, every bedroom in this castle is his. he will wait and wait and wait, but he will also keep pushing─most of all, he won't let people in close. they will remain his. but when you first shared your loneliness with him, adrien let out tears he didn't remember having. and he held you and held you and held you─close to his slow, beating heart.

there are two coexisting truths he's learned from his life with you; (1) broken individuals sew the strongest bonds. and (2) you make him question everything he'd ever learned. about science. about the world. about himself.

"if you died, what would you be reborn as?" you questioned.

"nothing. i can't do this shit again." he shrugged, unable to help the twitch in his lips when you snorted. "and you?"

"probably a whale." "why a whale of all?" "i'm just being realistic."

now it was his time to snort. "there's nothing realistic about this topic."

individuals that spend a significant amount of time together tend to reflect each other's actions and inactions one way or another. when you took interest in aquatic life, adrien followed suit. on most days the two of you would sit by the fire, reading about marine life to each other until one of you ended up asleep.

"can't you stay this time?" the constant quiet and tense whispers outside the bedroom doors never once paused. anyone barely visited you. you'd learned to pick up on the octaves and volume of voices. frustration. fear. desperation.

"i.... can't." came adrien's slow, hesitant reply. his face was twisted into a grimace. he wished he could stay, he really did. but obligations dragged him back out onto the front lines. there were two wars that the pair was battling, both of life; one inside the confines of a bedroom and the other in a battlefield.

researchers learned loneliness expands the possibility of cardiovascular diseases. the shelves on sea life continued to gather dust. when you died, you died alone.

adrien blew the dust off one before settling into an old chair.

he turned to the page you've left a bookmark on, the little bright note stating 'to read upon adrien's return'. his lower lip trembled, and his finger dragged along as he read, "52-hertz whale is a singular whale that sings in a higher frequency than other whales, making it impossible for it to communicate with its peers, therefore classified as the loneliest whale on the planet; one's calls that will never be returned."

scientists are still searching for the 52-hertz whale. but adrien swears it's here. he hears it. behind the castle where he's buried you. and you're telling him he can stop and let go.

@KIYOSWRLD ─── do not repost, retranslate or feed to ai.

[lux-noxaurea11]

[spideycals]

Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying.

[unknownorgan]

[hesitationss]

my noor hindi broadside arrived in the mail today !

Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying

By Noor Hindi

Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers. I pick flowers for my dead father when I’m sad. He watches Al Jazeera all day. I wish Jessica would stop texting me Happy Ramadan. I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies. Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound. When I die, I promise to haunt you forever. One day, I’ll write about the flowers like we own them.

[inquisitiveheretic]

the thing about smfs and all these interviews talking about the band bringing out what’s special in each other and patrick returning the gesture by reaching out to pete through music and the place left for joe as he takes a break is that it’s literally. ode to friendship

[jh-wills]

Noor Hindi - Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying

[vro0ms-evil-twin]

Quotes I've saved for some reason #31

[havingapoemwithyou]

unkept by Noor Hindi

[agirlnamedbone]

Noor Hindi in Jellyfish Poetry (2019)

[fairest]

— Noor Hindi