#poetrymatters

[fixquotes]

"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem"

- David Carradine

[poetrysquares]

[heleneoftroy2]

[jcmatt]

Back to literary events in the area. It was a wonderful evening with three talented poets in the city. A reading and discussion with Terrance Hayes, Claudia Rankine, and @ocean_vuong (he's the only one with an account). Definitely going home with a bit of poetic inspiration. #poets #poetry #poetrymatters #poetryislife #詩 #在家 #poetslife #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetrygram #writers #writersofig #poetsofig #literary #literarylife (at Skirball Center Nyu) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpTxpBVsEbg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stephaniebarbeh]

Missing your poetic presence already, Wendy Barker 

Color Analysis, Wendy Barker

[thndrstd]

Ada Limon is our new Poet Laureate

https://www.npr.org/2022/07/12/1110804783/ada-limon-named-new-u-s-poet-laureate

[goldenliessilvermoons]

i blamed everything under the sun

for the hell i was going through

till everything under the sun

was taken from me

and i was the only one left to blame

for burning myself alive

-s.h.

[goldenlies]

[numinousserendipity]

guide me home

i want to read the last chapter

of this book i've been forced to read

skip to the inconclusive ending

a cliff hanger

except my fingers are slipping

the pouring rain making the precipice slippery

my grip is weakening

the escarpment acting like a magnet

to the burden on my shoulders

skip to the sweet stuff

switch the courses around

dessert before my meal

except i eat sadness for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

the aftertaste still bitter

hiking up my throat to complete its pilgrimage

spreading through my body

intoxicating every swelling cell

standing in the mirror

the reflection and the light flicker

the glow and happiness dimmer

drowning and burning

i am fading away

all of my movements have stilled

the thumping has ceased

as if the day was defeated

the darkness paralyzing the rushing river

the earthquake of anger and pain waning

everything is still

we have reached the end of the book

the glowing shimmer exploding out of my chest

bursting and combusting

hold my hand

dance to the very last beats

rejoice in the ocean flowing out of my soul

the glimmer in my eyes flashing and fading

like a lighthouse guiding me home

the serene voice calling me

my ending is sunny after all

[vintageaesthetesoul]

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

― Robert Frost

[iamjenaikuhn]

💗 We all need a little Love💗 ✍️This is a poem I wrote just about that! ☺️ With so much anger and hate circulating... let’s not add more fuel to the fire, but extinguish it with kindness. . . . . #nationalpoetrymonth #poetrylovers #poetry #writerslife #poets #dauntewright #stopasianhate #lovepoems #authors #wordstoliveby #staytrue #kindness #kindnessmatters #lovematters #poetryisnotdead #poetrymatters #lovepoetry #spokenwordpoetry #truthseeker #songwriters #authors #wordsmatter #peoplematter https://www.instagram.com/p/CNp1SERBxl_/?igshid=1t5cbfibz1cys

[funjeans101]

It it August. My life will change. 🤞

It is August. My life is going to change. I feel it.

1. raymond carver | 2. big fish (2003) | 3. emily brontë | 4. niall mcdiarmid | 5. pj harding, noah cyrus | 6. niall mcdiarmid | 7. ilya kaminsky | 8. call me by your name (2017) | 9. mary oliver | 10. norwegian wood | 11. sylvia plath

[samsitsonthehill]

Poetry for People

I made my dad cry today. No, I didn’t upset him, rather he was overwhelmed. I read him a poem I had written about him, speech failed him and tears fell. I have seen my dad cry many times - no stiff upper lip has ever prevailed where he is concerned and I love him the more for it.

I enjoy writing poems about people who have influenced me in a positive way though it’s extremely difficult as there is usually so much that I want to say and not enough space to say it. I also enjoy reading poems written about people by other poets, a favourite of mine is one written in memory of a family member by Peter Sansom, ‘We All Dance In Our Family.’

It’s moments like the one I had this morning, the powerful gift of words that no financially purchased gift could even scrape close to, that makes all the time spent thinking, scribbling, worrying that’s it’s not good enough, editing and redrafting, all worthwhile. What better way is there to show someone how they have helped shape you? (In my dad’s case by sparking a love of music and words that has helped me through some of my most turbulent experiences).

This poem was written for my dad but I’d like to dedicate it to all dads who make time for their children.

My dad’s the real music man,

helped me learn words through

the songs of a band,

fed me the beats that led me to dance

allowed me to follow

the music of chance,

played to the crowds in choking pubs,

played the charity functions,

and old working men’s clubs,

stood on the stages of local schools,

played in the church barns,

and bland village halls,

fed me on riffs and chorus lines,

while other dads slept

he made music time,

set up his keyboards in the front room,

asked for requests and

and played all the tunes,

he didn’t gain fame and didn’t desire it,

he just wants to see people

singing and dancing,

he doesn’t need praise or adoration,

he plays for the people

at their planned celebrations,

he tells me he never wants it to stop,

can’t imagine the weekends without

rock, waltz or pop,                                                                                                

but the years have made it harder to load

the heavy equipment

that he carts on the road,

no perks, no roadies to lift morale

just dad, his amp, keyboards, guitar

stacked and packed carefully into his car,

my tastes are sometimes different to his

but I feel the music

and he gave me this,

we hold songs within us, they help and they cure,

we turn to the music

when we need something more,

and while other dads do and other dads can,

mine taught me living with a musical hand

my dad’s the real music man.

 ©Sam Pearson

[j-ivy]

If you missed it @cookcountygov passed a resolution to make May 12th “J. Ivy Day,” honoring my career in poetry, literature and community service!! Thank you Commissioner @godonnagoil and all the board of commissioners for this amazing honor. #PoetryMatters 📷: @citizenchance for @ambassador_mag #cookcounty #poet #spokenword https://www.instagram.com/p/CdynGAMP0or/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dorannieto]

#dorannieto #poets #poetry #poetscorner #poetrymatters #poetryisnotdead #poetsoninstagram #rhymes #words #poems #spilledwords #spilledeverything #followmeontumblr https://www.instagram.com/frelikeabird/p/tDrqDgMtEk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=160ftqh0tzhy1

[resilientpoetica-blog]

the ultimate sacrifice, by Jean-Marie Bub. @jeanbub on instagram.

[synbeam]

You are in here, still

A terrarium made of heart strings and ice

You are eternally winter

Eternally

Wearing work boots and baggy shirts and prying yourself open like a clam

Show me if you've got the guts

Spill your happiness out onto the tiles of this grocery store aisle

Don't think about anything, just let yourself laugh for once

And later you'll leave in a hat and a sweatshirt,

Winter air stinging your nose,

And you just might think about something resembling love