#poetry collaboration

[soulinkpoetry]

When we close our eyes we sink deeper into the feeling of the experience.

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Thank you for this spontaneous and lovely collaboration Mr Juan @juan-francisco-palencia It was a pleasure putting this together with you. 🙏😊 Haven’t done one of these since my Instagram days.

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[lexiklecksi]

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows,— The birds, they make it in the spring, At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line— That magical frontier Beyond which summer hesitates, Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead That sauntered with us here, By separation’s sorcery Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had, And what we now deplore. We almost wish those siren throats Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Thanks for submitting this beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson. It is a bit too long for me to write. Because it worked so well last time, let's turn this into a collaborative calligraphy piece! Every calligrapher writes two verses, then tags another calligrapher to continue it until the poem is finished. I'm tagging @noctuamagna to continue!

[writeblrcafe]

Poetry Chain (finished)

Thanks to all 9 participating poets for writing this beautiful poem together!

Yearning for you is nothing but a river of lava without a bridge,

And crossing it is a sacrifice of repeated pain.

Tears flood my eyes that were left, rooting, craving your presence,

Once lovers, we are now miles away from where we started with no way back.

Sunrise be my compass rose true north

Yours is the guiding star that burns within, you, without

And yet rudderless I roam; removed, estranged

Dreams are for dreamers—this sailor cannot sleep

Now, unburdened of hope, its ashes weigh ominously upon my neck

Haunted by your vision, I try to drown it in the black foam

Devotion, you know, tastes of pennies and mercy

When this pen in my hand paints in red your beauty

And perhaps we'll find each other again in another life

In faith so inevitable, I'd like to believe

That the undertaker has not come for us yet, dressed in red.

Our lives are pulverulent, but I want to grab your hand ...

Determined to make a change I learn to let go

Vexed by the very urges I detest.

Poets in order of verses: @unmondefou @dg-fragments @env0writes @imfullofworms @ebookporn @bluesundaycake @charlies-storybook @betweenthetimeandsound @pelicandensity

Word collection: beauty, tears, estranged, sunrise, vision, yearning, inevitable, pulverulent, undertaker, dreamers, lovers, unburdened, determined, devotion, sacrifice, vexed, perhaps, yours

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve seen it the kindness in burning out people love a mess they can pity watching a man dismantle himself step-by-step like a moth...drunk on a light bulb no good reason nothing left to win it’s the kind of thing they can finally forgive

they call it self-destruction but it’s just another way to be seen one more broken bone in the human carnage and we buy it...don’t we? don't we????? swallow the fucking story whole like it’s not all staged like it’s something pure

the truth is we’re all scraping the same shit off our shoes a mess of our own making chasing a way out that isn’t there we’re the cigarette ash in our own whiskey the cracked tile on the floor stepping back...trying to see the whole picture but it’s smeared by all the factory runoff and we’re swimming drowning in it

maybe i already know this maybe...i’m just another part of it the same as the rest of you's an echo in the steel cogs of the machine i try to believe i’m different but every time i step out i step right back in

it’s not that i don’t want to get clean it’s that i know better there’s no escape from it you lean in...or you rot either way you’re just one more product of the goddamn mess we were born into god damn it

[diana-andraste]

Facile, Paul Éluard and Man Ray, 1935

“The two arts, poetry and photography, have established themselves as communicating vessels, where communication through love leads without effort to universal harmony….

From cover to cover the book points to a single universe expressed by two different languages. The poem is made up of images, and the images coalesce into a poem…."

[sanddollarpoems]

Hijacked!! This is a beautiful addition, Kevin! ❤️

I saw the yearning

In the way Jupiter leaned in

As if wanting to steal a kiss

From Venus' glowing lips

But she is forever untouchable

Serene and alone in her orbit

A goddess of love grown tired

Of the tragedies of life

[official-penis-posts]

since you invited someone to finish it …

Shall I compare dicks to a summer’s day?

They are more yummy, though not quite temperate

(Rough sex does shake the darling balls; they sway.)

And show-ers, please! But also short is great. 

Cum time; too fast the eye of Willy blasts,

and often in the cold there’s shrinkage grim.

And pubic hair from there, sometimes subprime,

In faith, au naturel or somewhat trimmed.

But thy nocturnal hummer - now! nut! Spray,

And lose possession of that load thou blowest.

Now shall dicks throb releasing manly glaze

The spurt of virile brine - that’s why thou growest.

So long as folks have lips, and horny be,

They’ll suck on cock, and jizz will taste so sweet

I LOVE IT

[hersurvival]

Welcome!

This isn't a place I've shown anybody before. So if you've found me, don't tell anyone.

Things are dark here. And sad. They're real and they've found me. Please be wary going forward, there are triggers hidden everywhere. This is your warning.

Enjoy your stay and I hope you never feel this way.

Edit: Things have been a little less dark and sad here lately ♡

Check the tags for a quick directory of my collection ♡

(It is a work in progress, I swear I am trying to organize my life. But not really, I'm lazy and overwhelmed when it comes to straightening my own chaos.)

[autumnsunshine10]

Sand castles and sunshine

Seashells on pristine shores

Palms and willows and pines

Stained glass on opening doors

So many marvels in this wide world!

There are so many ways to appreciate beauty. Be curious.

Explore more.

Sunsets are recordable, so grab a camera and go.

The world is a giant place, and all of it is home.

Study the stars, even if you rent a telescope.

Find hope. Hold on to the end of the rope.

Or let go, and know that the person you are growing into will catch you to even every score.

Stay open to the wonders around

Keep an eye on the sky above

Sights and sounds good vibes abound

Joy and delight, peace and love

To tickle the senses and serenely astound

Rock hound. If your eyes aren't on the sky, they should be on the ground.

The world is interesting when we look around.

Shouts of joy come from "look what I found!"

We can get our fill of beauty and grace

Knowledge meant to set us all free

It's an infectious laugh, a warm caring face

In the very essence of you, in me

It's time to wake up and feel the rush. Unshackled and unchained to achieve our dreams.

To realize that it is beautiful and important to have self belief.

The heart of everything, the seed

All we truly ever need

Collaboration between @autumnsunshine10 and @classystudentclown

[sandmoonyelse]

underneath a painted spiraling clouded cast

a silence as heavy as death

horse and rider, we stopped for a thought

fatigued beyond my worst memory

but i have promises to keep and miles to

go before i sleep

i hear the night as if it is a chorus of whispering

trees, eager to learn its language

i am down on the floor, one ear to the ground

and one eye to the moon

i discovered hollow grace buried underneath...

extract from "American Darkness" by nathaniel jericho quin,

@wristcuff on tumblr

( july 2020 @sandmoonyelsephotography )

[lexiklecksi]

Golden tears

I claw out my skin, hoping they would scratch my eyes Crying golden tears, they scald my hands and melt my flesh. Lost with saudade, I don't go home still, for it's only a figment, like the tip of a cigarette.

If it weren’t for that fateful kiss, I could have escaped the abyss. A true heart made of gold; Devoid of emotion, under my fingers turning cold.

If I can't see again, it would be better. Rather than have a filtered fantasy, I would hear the truth from you, and feel your intent.

When the leaves turned golden, Everything led up to this event. The gods have failed what they promised to protect: A blossoming love, now doomed with neglect.

Written in collaboration with my talented fellow poet Elda @betweenthetimeandsound (her words in cursive) Tag list under the cut. Never miss a poem or a short story I write! Comment + if you want to be added or - to be removed from my tag list.

Tag list: @matcha-chai @dg-fragments @silversynthesis @heartofmuse @scatteredthoughts2 @rhapsodyinblue80 @alaskaisnothere @stoic-words @september-stardust @wordsforsadpeeps @writingitdown @intothevortex @aubriestar @warriorbookworm @raevenlywrites @alex-a-roman @artsymagee @giantrobocock @theheightofdepression @writing-is-a-martial-art @beautifulimposter25 @callmepippin @a-musingmichelle @kirkshiresloss @rhythmiccreatorofbeuty @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holmes @tini-rat @captain-kraken

[writeblrcafe]

Poetry Chain (thread)

Thanks to all 10 poets who want to participate in our poetry chain!

Participants: @charlies-storybook @env0writes @unmondefou @betweenthetimeandsound @ebookporn @fizzawrites @pelicandensity @bluesundaycake @imfullofworms @dg-fragments

Word collection: beauty, tears, estranged, starlight, sunrise, vision, yearning, inevitable, pulverous, undertaker, dreamers, lovers, unburdened, determined, devotion, sacrifice, vexed, entrenched, perhaps, yours

The first participating poet who reblogs this post starts the poetry chain. Have fun writing together!

Reblog this post and write two verses using two words from the word collection.

Tag another poet who participates to reblog it and continue with two verses using two other words from the collection.

Always include the word collection at the beginning of your reblogged post and cross out the words you used.

You can reread the rules in detail here.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

softly you open places long hidden and i marvel “how can silence speak so loudly” “how can quiet feel so full”

there are corners of your heart where shadows have settled deep places only hinted at before that i am patient for that i’ve only begun to see

softly

enough for you to

trust

[wordbroth]

After sharing this with my partner, he actually crafted a response that made me cry:

My love, your greatest gift you have bequeathed unto me shall always be your company. Your voice, your mind, your speech, your stories. All of it comes to me as treasure, found buried deep at sea or somewhere equally as rare. No matter how much in material you may give, your hands shall never truly be bare.

To be so utterly useless in the way of having nothing at all to give you is my greatest pain. Something in my heart is yanking at me to give and there's just nothing there. It's a pit that I can't escape. Even when someday I do have something to give, I'll give it all to you, only to be empty handed again and the pit will return.

[lorienfae]

Random by Chance  // a collaboration with @irregular-x (thank you!) ----

Looking into serendipity I fall, deep into chaotic love. But it wasn't you. It was the shadow that followed me.

Silently ambitious, it wove in and out of being, an eidolon and a flame. It was, in a way, superstitious,

as I fall down into an endless pit my heart, my soul, my mind invaded by a reaper of time Mahoraga Mahoraga the red dragon in my head Mahoraga Mahoraga the one who will guide me out of death. The woman in the red dress.

Phantasmagoric temptress, she beguiles, plumose and crimson soaring wide, the skies turn, like our eyes, time-sworn.

Looking into the horizon the grains of time, flowed upon my breasted heart the phantasm, rested she gazed and tasted like fresh dew crimson was what I tasted the plum, was sour yet sweet

she knew my heart. My knee bent. On the floor, I wept.

[punkrockscully]

I dare anyone to send me their favorite last shadow puppets moments and I'll write a fuckin poem about it I'm not playing around I yearn for audience participation