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A dirty poem in Czech / Erotická básnička(It’s a pitty there are so few Czechs on Tumblr because the Czech is my mother tongue and it allows me to express myself more precisely and richly than English. Also, there are lots of dirty words and expressions
“The Road Not Taken” … one of my favourite poems …
poems-and-words: Book of the day: No Matter The Wreckage by Sarah KayGet the FREE Kindle Reading App
thorntom: I love this poem, but it always reminds me of my ex, she had it written out and stuck on the wall next to her bed… I would read it, whenever there we were laid on her bed and there was a lul in conversation, I still know her favourite lines
My little poem
“My Heart Still Holds”-C. Quinn
aliascquinn: “I thank you for your part in my journey” -C. Quinn
My Poem
This is my favorite poem ever. I wish it would happen to me…;-)
My poem…
My story.
Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night To a house at an angle to my window A wholly imaginary house It is there that from one second to the next In the inviolate darkness I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurr
My diary
Is my love worth it?
so were doing poems in AP lit and we all have to find a piece of art/recording of our selected poem to go along with our reading. and i found my poem being read by Alan rickman i win
I was going through old journals and found this poem and laughed a bunch. When I was 15 through 17, I use to perform slam poetry. Apparently I’ve always been a sex obsessed little fucker. And apparently I also thought I was Rico Suave. “My
goodluck-godspeed: It starts small The shape of your teeth The smell of your hair The skin above your leather boots The raised veins all over your hands Your weathered vest One single silver bangle A permanent song in my head The curve of your neck when
My girlfriend is literally my dream girl. She stands up for what’s right, she fights for the underdog, she likes sleeping outside and swimming, she cooks really good food, she’s a radical queer, she loves me and writes me poems, she’s
Less Than Two Weeks“El Mark” by Glassjaw Who the fuck wants to live forever? Remorse. When you stab me in the back with your dream.To keep this body sober I show my life for all to see:do you see me? Do you see mein a battle the size of my thumb?Always
lennat: artemispanthar: lennat replied to your post:I’m pretty sure my issue/morbid fascination with… the Ray Bradbury one? yep! That’s the one I remember being in eight grade, the teacher assigning selected stories from The Martian Chronicles.
my grandma likes to write poems and then send them to the whole family via group text so everyone sees everyone else’s responses. She usually does this really early in the morning which is kind of annoying since it means my phone keeps going off while
Those posts about animals roaming areas usually populated by humans that are empty because of the quarantining remind me a lot of the poem “There Will Come Soft Rains” but I don’t wanna reblog them and add it ‘cause the poem is
moondoggiestyle: at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just
heartlesshippie: deceptivecadence: To My Love. That is perhaps, too suggestive. “Oh this is great my love is a giant spurting hydrant! Why don’t we just go back to the garden hose?!?!”
edwardedgarjames: my dog keeps trying to catch a fly,and i keep thinking about the way you look me in the eyes.
thicklet: Ations by Shel Silverstein. My favorite poem and future feet tattoos. With this, I welcome you to my tumbl abode :) * now i finally know the name of this wonderful author/cartoonist. YIPEEE
I'm back, here's a poem
sometimes I think it’s good that no one ask for my opinions and even if no one ask for it, I say it anyway, where no one is there to hear it. It don’t have to be heard but yet it can be said at the same time…that feeling feels great.
I’m debating about posting my 2 poems that I wrote last night but I’m a bit concerned about people stealing it:/
I decided to translate all of my poems into spanish so they can follow the english versions and my god it’s so hard to write lol. I used to be fluent in HS, when I studied everyday. But I haven’t spoken spanish in years and I’m waaaaayyyyyy out
My past. By me (: angelofthedevils
dynastylnoire: revolutionarykoolaid: huffingtonpost: Poet Aja Monet Heartbreakingly Recalls The First Time She ‘Hated A Cop’Poet Aja Monet recalls the first time she “hated a cop” in her poem “The First Time,” which she performed at the
story-dj: Poems from my anthology, Could You Ever Live Without? The full book of over 80 of my poems is available here.
moondoggiestyle:at my 7th grade parent teacher conference, my english teacher was telling my mom how insightful my poem was about ‘my evil twin’ and how fascinating it was that at my age i could recognize the dark parts of myself but i was just talking
sonicheritageposts:emopit: today my teacher said “we’re gonna do a new poem form today called a sonnet” and i said “sonnet the hedgehog” way louder than i intended to and everyone stared at me and that was a low point sonic heritage post
boomerbuzzard: notchicken: I hate the internet. I hate how this poem doesn’t need to be finished but it has 13.9k retweets and 21.1k likes. Everyone knows how this poem ends and I hate it Violets are Blue Michael Jackson sang Thriller
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In moments like this, when I am so afraid, all I want is for you to hold my hand. Like you do when we are dancing, and the song ends, so you give me one last spin, and then take me back into your arms, intertwining our fingers, capturing my
combatvet1358: thewolfawaits: Yes She is my poem….the poem that stirs my soul
the most over used #RobertFrost #poem that is still so near and dear to my heart 📚 #englishmajor #poetrycommunity
ddaiya: Poem I came across in my poem book. Not going to translate it because it will lose its meaning. ~
huckleberryp: Poem I came across in my poem book. Not going to translate it because it will lose its meaning. ~
send-a-smile: “The Rape Poem to End All Rape Poems.” One of the best pieces of group spoken word poetry I’ve ever seen. WATCH IT.
peachworm: This was the poem that was used at my grandma’s funeral, one she picked out and loved for many years. I think about it a lot.
bangshotgunlove: One of my favorite poems by 2pac to Jada Smith ❤
My Brother
poems-and-words: Book of the week: Big Little Lies by Liane MoriartyGet the FREE Kindle Reading App
Finally got my hands on this amazing book. 💕📚🐝🌻🍯☉☮ #book #books #bookworm #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #bibliophile #rupikaur #milkandhoney #bookporn #literature #newfave #amazing #qualitycontent #poetry #poems #poetrybook
📖 Warsan Shire. “Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth.” #book #books #bookporn #bibliophile #bookworm #bookworms #poem #poems #poetry #warsanshire #teachingmymotherhowtogivebirth #amazing
su-ic-id-al: aeilde-light: su-ic-id-al: MY POEM JUST POPPED UP ON MY DASH IM SO EXCITED Rebloging the hopeful poem. Please don’t give up. 9k notes what
a boy once told me my lips tasted like tangerines and my skin felt like flower petals
helpmefixmyself: helpmefixmyself: I actually liked this poem of mine. No one else did, but I’m posting it again because I’m actually proud of this one ok. jhjkhfgf 159 notes on MY POEM
when the depression falls throw the cracks and the anxiety slowly starts tricking down the length of my spine words of kindness can’t mend the broken pieces
I wish there was a Neosporin for the cuts on my heart @destiny-idgaf
My anxiety keeps me hiding in my room i can’t even text any of my friends anymore my brain tells me they don’t need me and they never did
su-ic-id-al: su-ic-id-al: aeilde-light: su-ic-id-al: MY POEM JUST POPPED UP ON MY DASH IM SO EXCITED Rebloging the hopeful poem. Please don’t give up. 9k notes what why does this have 30k nnotes??? i really dont understand but its a huge form
xh4le: youknowjaq: ohwow-fuck-you: youknowjaq: I wrote a poem titled “Instructions for Finding the Love of Your Life” on small pieces of cardstock and stuck them to the street lamps at LACMA Urban Light. She said yes. OKAY BUT WHAT WERE THE
There's a rhythm to my chaos and it's you.
