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“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters†is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an  Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being
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
seekeraftertruth: Autumn is crisp and the firmament far, especially far from where people live. I look at cranes on the sand and am immersed in joy when I see mountains beyond the clouds. Dusk inks the crystal ripples. Leisurely the white moon comes
bookshavepores: John Keats’ handwritten poem “Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes” written at Keswick on 28 June 1818 in a letter to George and Georgiana Keats. The poem reads: Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyesAnd sweet is the voice in its greeting.Wh
Recite a poem. Read the first page to one of your favorite books. Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle. Do a tongue-twister. Say something in a different language. Share an anecdote. Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?
“POEM FOR NOBODY” Charles Bukowskian apprehension for reality, the death of the flower,the collapse of hope, the crush ofwasted years, the nightmare faces,the mad armies attacking for no reason at alland/orold shoes abandoned in old corners like half-forg
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
I love all of you, even the parts of you that are rough and raw and you don’t fully understand yet. The parts which push me away or hurt me as you continue on this lifelong journey to find yourself and happiness. I wouldn’t miss the adventure even
“Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors?
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
Dandelion… on Flickr. “I was a dandelion puff…Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They blew
The Swan In darkened eddys; Where leaves turn in their spirals; And sunlight cautiously goes; Floats a black swan; With elegant ghostly lines; Waiting on the moon; When she will know with one glance; It’s as sure as her ink-like feathers. ~MExclusive
In the chilly darkness of our bedroom
To the girl who keeps looking at me in the coffee shop
The picture your friend keeps in his binder. It’s a picture of your mom. he keeps it in there along with hundreds of poems he’s written about her. He thinks of her as untouchable to all the scum in the world. He appreciates all the little
Excerpt draft from a collection of erotic and violent poems that will form the literature and myths of the world in Caruso. Leave me a comment! Wyvrk and Geld A Poem in Fragments Taken from the folios of the final Stygian Monastery, this poem lays
The rhythmic, heavy thud Of footsteps in the hall; The firm, rough hands That pin me to the wall.
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
vyxxen: sainthannah: aurorium: Poems for $.50 in a small bookstore in San Francisco oh my god this would be amazing That’s freakin cool. What kind of poems, though? o.o
vinzalkari: Poems by (in order): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Other Poems More Poems
daftpunk-delorean: dienaziscum:SOMEONE PLS DO THE POEM in midday sunwith momma kither baby sonso soft they sither kitten playi smile backthey brighten dayi lik the cat
the–kite: Happy Valentine Day!Have some a speedpaint about good old dom!Piper pounding Vault-Girl in the rear as Valentine Gift. :)Thanks to Lunetax for writing the poem while I was rushing to finish that pic!Enjoy!
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arsvitaest: “Mariana” Author: John Everett Millais (English, 1829-1896)Date: 1851Medium: Oil on panelLocation: TateMariana is a poem by Alfred Tennyson, published in 1830. The poem follows a common theme in much of Tennyson’s work—that
every wall of her room was a collage dedicated to her friends. when I was younger, I liked it. there were photos of me. memories of drawing on the driveway in sidewalk chalk, elaborate halloween costumes, wandering around the mall, birthday parties.
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.
yourroyalpenis: correctly: bipolarmasterpiece: johnnycakesswheatson: the boy who inspired this poem was in the audience. tell me this girl is not the bravest. “you just want me to be that girl, the girl who everyone wants to sleep with but
malachidavenport: “Pft, yeah, I could say the same about your little poem, my dearest Annabelle.” Malachi laughed. ”Poetry isn’t difficult. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. See? I
malachidavenport: Malachi made a face when Anna recognized the poem. ”I thought I’d be able to get away with that.” he said, sounding mildly upset, but still only joking. ”You were right—you’re very good at snowman-creating.” he observed
petermorwood: captain-raven-knight: macpye: translation of THIS POEM by Leonard Nimoy into Vulcan The poem, from the link above. Just in case someone else doesn’t like going from tab to tab to look at it. @dduane
museumgifs: Glenn Ligon (b. 1960, Bronx, NY)Give us a Poem (Palindrome #2), 2007Gift of the Artist After a speech by Muhammad Ali at Harvard University in 1975, a student asked Ali to give the audience a poem, Ali replied, “me, we.” As a star athlete
Dudes are so annoying during sex like you want me to do poem shit when you have regular dick...you want me to bounce I promise you don't have enough dick for me to hop too much. Wanna Fuck me on a wall?! Your dick is going to fall out! Like stop getting
edwardedgarjames: my dog keeps trying to catch a fly,and i keep thinking about the way you look me in the eyes.
poems-and-words: Book of the day:The Girl In The Ice by Robert BryndzaGet the FREE Kindle Reading App
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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
fuckyeahtattoos: My name is Jander Franco, and this is my ninth tattoo. Is Edgard Allan Poe, and the Raven is for a poem of the same name written by him. I got the raven on my veins cuz I was a heroin addict. In the poem the raven says “Nevermore”,
visual-poetry: translation by J. W. Curry of a concrete poem (in Czech) by Vladimir Burda
visual-poetry: »no thanks« by e.e. cummings (+) shape poem in the form of a funeral urn dedicated to 14 publishers who rejected his book. [read more]
theoddmentemporium: Catullus 16 Catullus 16 is a poem written by the Roman poet Gaius Valerius Catullus that was deemed so obscene it was not published in its entirety in English until the latter part of the 20th century. The poem is addressed to
poems-n-pot: Her smile distracts them from the tears in her eyes
buttonpoetry: Zev Verdoner - “Dear Rosie” (CUPSI 2015)“Rosie, dearest Rosie, I wrote you this time capsule manifesto to say don’t give up. Don’t hurt the poems in your lungs by holding your breath in tunnels with no night lights.”Performing
If I was better Maybe we could be But sweetheart Don’t you see You’re the antidote To the poison in me (CKS)
arandombooknerd: Matched quotes! I actually do love this series, Cassia&Ky&Xander’s story is brilliantly told. And I really love the poems in the book. :)
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
sarah531:In the film adaptation of Holes, the poem that Sam finishes for Kate is Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. It fits… [The poem / The scene]
remember that poem in “perks of being a wallflower”? it was a suicide note, right? I just read it again for the first time in years and it made me sob like a bitch haha
“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being
Facing pages with the Uighur text in the central panels and the Persian poems in the margins. From the ‘Yazd’ anthology, a collection of Turkish works written in calligraphic Uighur script in Yazd in 1431 with the addition of the Persian Dīvāns
Or·phic (ôrfk) adj. 1. Greek Mythology Of or ascribed to Orpheus: the Orphic poems; Orphic mysteries. 2. Of, relating to, or characteristic of the dogmas, mysteries, and philosophical principles set forth in the poems ascribed to Orpheus. 3. Capable
sexceptional: sexceptional: Can we just She wrote this book and all the poems in it, check out her blog!
poems-and-word: “The essential thing is not to lose oneself, and not to lose that part of oneself that lies sleeping in the world.” — Albert Camus, Notebooks (via books-n-quotes)
poems-and-word: “I really don’t know what I love you means. I think it means Don’t leave me here alone.” — Neil Gaiman, Adventures in the Dream Trade (via books-n-quotes)
mortisia: Or·phic (ôrfk) adj. 1. Greek Mythology Of or ascribed to Orpheus: the Orphic poems; Orphic mysteries. 2. Of, relating to, or characteristic of the dogmas, mysteries, and philosophical principles set forth in the poems ascribed to Orpheus.
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