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sanddollarpoems · 1 year ago
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I feel it closing in
With every ping of my phone
Another friend wanting to talk
Or hang out
Or grab drinks
And I get it, this is what we do now
As a culture
This is how we "society"
But my introvert ass wants bed and a book
And I don't want to talk
Or be friends
Or exist
For a couple of months at least
God, I think I miss 2020
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poetrythreesixfive · 4 months ago
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The Great Indoors
To thrive in The Great Indoors, one must learn
to live boldly, daringly, unburdened by the sad
shackles that temper lesser souls, for happiness
requires that we do what needs to be done
first, one must learn to swing from the rafters,
to hurl oneself fully and heroically from one
high beam to another; if no rafters are available,
feel free to tear out the ceiling until they are clear
secondly, one must not be inconvenienced by
windows, so smash them out with whatever
solid objects are at hand; books, vases, and fine
sculptures will do, and in a pinch, try furniture
next, slide down any and all bannisters, and in
the case of living in some deplorable dwelling
where no bannisters are to be found, employ
a laundry basket to sled down the stairs at will
running is essential, around in circles and down
hallways, with the addition of screaming and
howling at every juncture; and jumping too
should be added, for obstacles will be expected
hunting for food will be necessary, as always,
and can be found in the usual hideaways, but
forget not to fill the tubs with drinking water
and to provide a helmet or coconut for a scoop
whatever tasty morsels are discovered should be
stashed in a clandestine location and protected
with booby traps; a water bucket over a doorway
is foolproof; use projectiles whenever possible
finally, shelter is essential in these wild times,
and building a fort using couch cushions, chairs,
and other sturdy shapes will assure you of safety
from marauders who might think to harm you
don’t forget to include the dog and cat, for they
will naturally take sides in any skirmishes, and
if the neighbors want to join in, make sure that
all secret passwords are secure and up to date
if parents or authority figures get involved and
punishment is threatened, deny everything and
blame it on pirates or raiders; remember, there is
nothing more noble than a sworn pact of secrecy
in all of these escapades, be sure to take time to
read books, at night by flashlight under cover,
and by daytime curled up in the warm glow of
a sunbeam shining through a broken window.
-GeorgeFilip
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 10 months ago
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A poet RIP.
After testing positive with COVID, Patricia Horan, the poet, passed away.
Below is her final poem, written with insistence and ferocity via text from her hospital bed according to her friend Elizabeth Sabo.
Notes on a Stay in a Hospital Quarantine Cell
© Patricia G. Horan :: December 27, 2020
“I swallow my pride and it tastes like honey and salt.
The air has embraced my private body and has approved, and it quietly rejoices in its revelations and the liberation of its childlike spills and neediness. How I reach to love it suddenly, this stranger I’ve kept in a fifties New Jersey suitcase, only removing it for one afternoon on a nude fire island beach.
Now it is truly liberated in a small windowless quarantine room in North Carolina.
The machines behind me beep, shining little christmas trees, watching my pulses, systems, and disturbances like grandmothers, occasionally clucking, unfashionably faithful through the night. I am pinned head to toe to a proud family of counters, weighers, and witnesses. This little womb and its divine protocols.
Shame is peeled from the human body when the body is wet with sweet tears and shocking love. It has suckers like snails and they make marks. The shameless body houses the soul proudly instead of shrouding it.
My mother tells me I began to walk on my first birthday. Today I took steps alone from the commode to the bed, to the applause of my caregiver. Eighty years has incensed up in a laughing swirl of smudge smoke. A laughing swirl of smudge smoke and ageless birthday courage.
Echoing a hated preachment, I see that my life is just where it belongs, that mistakes are potholes filled in with diamonds.
If this dream goes away in the glare and blare of rough reality I will lovingly remember it the way I recall my dying mother squeezing my hand that is now identical to hers. My tenderness spills over in tears of recognition and reconciliation.
Message from a Quarantine Room.
Little womb of a room.”
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haveyoureadthispoem-poll · 6 months ago
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“...enough of the high / water, enough sorrow, enough of the air and its ease, / I am asking you to touch me.”
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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lontanodalpanicoo · 6 months ago
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Blood is screaming inside my veins.
Another morbid thought floats inside my brain.
Why am I still alive?
Will I ever be 25?
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yoursecretmoon · 2 years ago
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drawing stars in the air
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themeghanamanjunath · 2 years ago
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Your path will unfold
Your history will be told
Behold the light you hold
Shield it from the cold
Be ever so kind
And you will find
It is this part of you
That stays ever true
Despite icy winds that blow
Find a way to glow
In darkness abound
You will be found
Above all, I'll choose you
And everything I do
Will be with you in mind
After all we're one of a kind
Self-love isn't just a harp
It's both shield and sword sharp
Loving you isn't a task
All of you under that mask
Shake off the weariness of the world
Open up, let your petals unfurl
Loving you is long overdue
And as long as I am, I will continue
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clarislam · 2 years ago
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I'm excited to share that my poems "Sick Days," "Everything Is Fine," and "Quarantined Fear" were published in Young Canadians Roundtable on Health’s project "In Their Own Words: Reflections By Youth On The Pandemic!" 
Thank you to the YCRH for publishing my work!
Read my poetry here: https://healthydebate.ca/2022/12/topic/sick-days/ 
Read all the works in the project here: https://healthydebate.ca/special-series/in-their-own-words/
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inspiration-apparent · 2 years ago
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Delia Saastamoinen, April ‘20
I just want to run away
and start over
and meet new people
and cry new tears
and pick new flowers in the spring.
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crowleys-right-eyeball · 2 months ago
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no i will not!
in general i dont think fandom tattoos are a bad idea but i think u need to at least give yourself like a two year buffer from the end of that piece of media before you commit. like if someone told me "yeah im obsessed with hazbin hotel rn so im gonna get a hazbin hotel tattoo" id be like woah okay maybe put a pin in that idea for later. but if someone told me "yeah i read homestuck in its prime and i still love it so im gonna get a homestuck tattoo" id be like well fair enough its been like eight years. if you still like it now you'll probably still have fond memories of it in 20 years. you do you.
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duskys-poetry · 4 days ago
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Entertaining Insanity
Isn’t insanity so entertaining?
You all have normal lives to lead
Mine’s been nothing but isolating
The scars are my friends
The sickness my lover
Forever inside
My quarantine’s not over
It never has been, for my illness lives inside
Neglectful isolation
All my life I’ve been made to hide
So I find my companionship on the kiss of a blade
The intimacy of a breakdown
The seduction of self destruction
And I find the meaning in my life to be
Entertaining insanity
That’s all there is for me
In this prison of corruption
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skid-the-mighty-poet · 4 months ago
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#Stunted growth#writing#poetry#2021#august 2021#august 27 2021#the first Good Poem i ever wrote!#this was when I actually got into writing poetry. Id written some before but they were barely just peoms and all sucked!!#anyways this is about the fear that quarantine fucked me up forever. mainly socially#i was also scared my generally life decisions were gonna fuck me up#like i want to work in animation when im an adult but thats not very promising career so im afraid im destined to be a failure…#anyways i just uploaded a bunch of old stuff in reverse order so uh sorry about that#i try to make the navigation if this blog more bearable through tagging dates with three tags#but honestly the whole thing has a shit set up… sorry haha. Im bad at this#im very picky choosey and spontaneous with what i want to upload and when so it ends up wonky and inconsistent#i cringe at my old stuff (and plenty of my present stuff too)#but i still want to eventually upload most of my stuff even if i hate most of it… but first i have to work up the nerves to do that#and sometimes i dont upload new stuff because i want to have old stuff uploaded with more new stuff uploaded more recently#so when people click on my blog they wont see all my old sucky stuff first#but whatever. If you cant handle me at my 2021 you dont deserve me at my 2024‼️💥💯🔥💪#guess you just have to dig through shit to get gold. Sorry bud haha#okay visibility tags now…#quarantine#covid#covid 19#pandemic#school#<- its KINDA mentioned. A little bit. And it IS a focal point of the main gist of this so….#isolation#social anxiety
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drunkpages · 8 months ago
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Videopoema propio, ya disponible por Youtube!
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shamailaijazhaider · 10 months ago
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Emotional Quarantine
The summers became adult by now, The seasonal flu was common now. But for me flu transformed into fear, I’m covid positive, I couldn’t bear. I became untouchable that night, No hugs, no kisses, and I cried. I encaged myself as if I was with leprosy, Seeing kids from far seemed so crazy, My soul was oxygenation by my daughter, A beautiful letter slipped under door, everyday. After 14…
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lontanodalpanicoo · 2 years ago
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Intrappolata nel letto, cosa ho fatto di male?
Catene di ricordi e speranze mi inchiodano a terra, ma non sono più io, non ho più un cuore.
Ti guardo e penso: se non te ne fossi andata così presto, forse avrei potuto salvarmi. Forse.
Forse
Forse è davvero colpa mia.
È colpa mia se te ne sei andata.
È colpa mia.
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roseacademia · 1 year ago
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A poetry I wrote a couple years ago, in March when Corona was still discussed a lot. It's to people who chose to not quarantine and on top of that, they would mock those who did, call them fools and all in all would be troublesome toward them. Writing a few verses of this was quite cathartic even XD
It's perfectly understandable for those people to not quarantine who had to feed their families, who didn't have enough resources to quarantine but the rest, that didn't have a valid excuse
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