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15 votes
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antediluvian
gusts of wind pick up in pace and oaken leaves they make to shake. chirps and flaps as birds make haste and hooves all trample in escape. above, the clouds, they morph and move bearing an ocean in...
gusts of wind pick up in pace
and oaken leaves they make to shake.
chirps and flaps as birds make haste
and hooves all trample in escape.above, the clouds, they morph and move
bearing an ocean in their womb.
forest florals stare in rue;
effulgence dims as darkness blooms.the rumbling clouds envelope all.
a drip, a drop. and the rain falls.
and though the canopy may stall,
a dribble starts and rends the wall.a torrent soars towards the floor.
the land, to sea, returns once more.
in time, the green but will restore.
in time, the clouds but will reform.
i wrote this at a creative writing workshop with the following three randomly generated words as the prompt: frequency, dribble, oak.
9 votes -
Hobo Johnson & The LoveMakers - Flood the Earth Again (2024)
3 votes -
Jack Conroy, proletarian author and editor, supported important 20th century US poets
4 votes -
how gods are born
we enshrine our lords do we not call them Lord? the lords giveth and taketh they are the amalgamation the supreme product of history that is why they are sacred why their divinity is everlasting...
we enshrine our lords
do we not call them Lord?
the lords giveth and taketh
they are the amalgamation
the supreme product of history
that is why they are sacred
why their divinity is everlasting
or so it is thoughtgods are born, gods are killed
the only truth in them is order
and to the ordinary that is divine
their dreams start and end within
the lord's domain breaths life
it dictates what is allowed to be
it cuts the branches offyoung dreamer, knowing this
do you still desire The Dream-God?
is it not past time its death?
shouldn't its corpse nourish life?
and the many branches-to-be?18 votes -
Eleanor Johnson on how medieval christian writers accepted ecological collapse in contrast to evangelicals today
11 votes -
Multiauthor poetry anthology recommendations
I've recently finished Mary Oliver's A Poetry Handbook and have begun writing my own poems (just for fun). I feel though that I may be limited by my having read little poetry. So, I'm searching...
I've recently finished Mary Oliver's A Poetry Handbook and have begun writing my own poems (just for fun). I feel though that I may be limited by my having read little poetry. So, I'm searching for anthology recommendations to get some inspiration.
I'm not really looking for collections of "classics," just a large collection of poems generally considered to be "very good," and maybe leaning more towards contemporary (late 19th century onwards?). But I'd welcome recommendations outside of these guidelines too if anyone feels particularly strongly about some collection.
3 votes -
How Russian-language poets and their translators have responded to the war in Ukraine
8 votes -
Hobo Johnson & The LoveMakers - Dad's Bed (2024)
3 votes -
we pay
we pay for the violence of others blood yearns for blood to hurt the warped spreads the scarlet the horizons and the cliffs are rife i endure for i bear the deep song update: v2
6 votes -
Pebbles
I walk by the stony brook a path of pebbles at my feet. I bend to pick one up and it is lovely. Alas! They number far too many to read each one's story. But I will try.
15 votes -
Love
© 2014 u/ebonGavia Love Love's sweetly poisoned darts Are wasted on this heart Inerrant though they fly My shielding gives them lie These centuries-builded walls The keenest edge forestall Thus...
© 2014 u/ebonGavia
Love
Love's sweetly poisoned darts
Are wasted on this heart
Inerrant though they fly
My shielding gives them lie
These centuries-builded walls
The keenest edge forestall
Thus armored sit I here
At siren's call do sneer
By hours, years do toll
And cold becomes my soul
That blackguard, Love, I spurn
From treach'rous Hope I turn
At length my vigil wanes
Naught but ennui remains
With apathetic sigh
And dry, half-lidded eye
My senses, weak, are dulled
To fitful sleep are lulled
Thus primed for artifice
Undone by artlessness
A 'doring glance unlocks
My bitter heart. A shock —
A shining word, a koan —
The fatal shot is flown
Each quick'ning touch, now soft
Our scales, forgotten, doffed
Bewitched by winsome eyes
We don our honeyed ties
Yet venom's stings presage
Our bittersweet malaise
But how is it that we
Bemoan this malady?
In love — by Love, lovesick
Yet, healed, we poison pick
No Cupid bends a string
We prick ourselves, willing.
7 votes -
I Reject My Humanity
Born in the wrong family It left me a gaping void Stole from me my charity Burdened me with worry Born in the wrong district It showed me the savagery Darkness that lurks within men To untrust the...
Born in the wrong family
It left me a gaping void
Stole from me my charity
Burdened me with worryBorn in the wrong district
It showed me the savagery
Darkness that lurks within men
To untrust the ones of normalcyBorn in the wrong city
Filled my soul with mundanity
The unbearable banale
Empty of all wonder and beautyBorn in the wrong culture
Learned to hide my reality
Lest I be killed or maimed
In the rein of traditionalityBorn in the wrong country
Flayed from me my future
Gutted sense of commonality
It branded on me miseryBorn in the wrong system
Chained me to slavery
Feeding some malevolence
Corrupted my destinyBorn in the wrong time
Hurled into moment of history
Trapped within rotting remnants
Couldn't do away with the elderlyHereby I declare to all
I reject my humanity
For no matter the causality
But only in a handul few
I see nothing worthy19 votes -
recycled foundations
we recycle our emotions the foundations dread, despair, the nothing the isolation of it all these are all mine and anger poured on top disgust inbetween told by soil to extinguish sealed them all...
we recycle our emotions
the foundationsdread, despair, the nothing
the isolation of it all
these are all mine
and anger poured on top
disgust inbetweentold by soil to extinguish
sealed them all away
left adrift and devoid
unable to feel the whole
afraid that it would crushdespairing everything
i fed the void
it bloated and festered
putrid without a voice
it would swallow all
so i bestow it moutheight-pointed star
the father-mother
bear my witness
i am heartsore
and loathe the creatorswe recycle our emotions
i accept it all, the4 votes -
companionship
denied your own tragedy fun and cheery held back by ancient rites good sport and jolly these unspoken wounds banter along all day festered and putrid dish it out and take it marred by shallow's...
denied your own tragedy
fun and cheery
held back by ancient rites
good sport and jolly
these unspoken wounds
banter along all day
festered and putrid
dish it out and take it
marred by shallow's tyranny
here's to another round15 votes -
Random thoughts at daybreak
In shadows cast, a serpent sleek, With bands of black and white. In self-encircling, fate draws near, A moment tense, a future unclear. Yet, ere the bite, a raptor bold, Descends with grace, a...
In shadows cast, a serpent sleek,
With bands of black and white.
In self-encircling, fate draws near,
A moment tense, a future unclear.Yet, ere the bite, a raptor bold,
Descends with grace, a tale unfolds.
Its talons clasp the serpent’s plight,
A dance of choices in the fading light.Two paths converge, in present’s hold,
Humanity’s tale, a story bold.
Betwixt self-will and forces unseen,
The dance of fate, on history’s screen.17 votes -
Before I reach my enemy, bring me some heads
12 votes -
All of this year’s National Book Award finalists, reviewed by Vox
14 votes -
Premier Rap Battles (UK): Shuffle T vs Harry Baker
8 votes -
The great advantage of being alive
I desire more poetry on this site. So here is more poetry! I believe this is Cummings due to the style and some cursory internet searches but I was unable to find an authoritative source. If...
I desire more poetry on this site. So here is more poetry!
I believe this is Cummings due to the style and some cursory internet searches but I was unable to find an authoritative source. If anyone has one I'll edit it in! The formatting is taken from a book (I discovered this in a photo online).
the great advantage of being alive
(instead of undying)is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
--the great(my darling) happens to be
that love are in we,that love are in weand here is a secret they will never share
for whom create is less than have
or one times one than when times where--
that we are in love,that we are in love
with us they've nothing times nothing to do
(for love are in we am in i am in you)this world(as timorous itsters all
to call their cowardice quite agree)
shall never discover our touch and feel
--for love are in we are in love are in we;
for you are and i am and we are(above
and under all possible worlds)in lovea billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time--
no heart can leap,no soul can breathe
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea.
For love are in you am in i are in we23 votes -
In search of fresh material to mine, AI companies are hiring poets, novelists, playwrights, writers, and Ph.D.s
34 votes -
The erasure of Islam from the poetry of Rumi
30 votes -
Looking for sources related to "The Repetitive Nature of Human Tribulations"
Hello everyone :) I write as a hobby and have had an article in my drafts for a long, long time. In essence, I'd like to discuss the "repetitive nature of human tribulations/suffering/life", that...
Hello everyone :)
I write as a hobby and have had an article in my drafts for a long, long time. In essence, I'd like to discuss the "repetitive nature of human tribulations/suffering/life", that is, the fact that regardless of superficial characteristics we all are confronted with extremely similar circumstances throughout our lives.
Whether it's 10 years into our lives or 40, there's joy, heartbreak, loss, a need to belong, some desire for freedom, a need for a purpose, lack of direction, obsession with a newly found direction, etc.
I'd love to come across poets, philosophers, psychologists, etc who have touched upon this subject: we are not defined by our circumstances, as they are, in very broad strokes, largely the same, but by how we are able to adapt and reinvent ourselves amidst those same circumstances.
Looking forward for your answers :)
Thanks!
7 votes -
Making the 2000 year old "pizza" from Pompeii
13 votes -
Does anyone here enjoy poetry? If yes, what are your gateway drug poems and what are your hidden gems?
So as an American whose love of poetry started in early childhood with A A Milne and Lewis Carroll, I have a theory that the teaching of poetry in typical schools (at least for my generation which...
So as an American whose love of poetry started in early childhood with A A Milne and Lewis Carroll, I have a theory that the teaching of poetry in typical schools (at least for my generation which may be 30 years out of date re what happens now) that poetry as taught is almost tailor made to destroy any interest in poetry. I like to compare it to introducing music by teaching music theory.
So, if anyone here reads poetry and is willing to talk about it, what poems would you use if you wanted to come up with a gateway drug. They should be easy to appreciate. And on the flip side, if you met someone who said they were really into poetry, are there sophisticated poems that you think are just cool and insightful and moving and impressive in some way? Please feel free to explain your choices or to talk about your experience with poetry in or outside of education.
36 votes -
Writing the impossible poem
5 votes -
Writer Neil Gaiman debuts his first music album with an Australian string quartet
5 votes -
What kind of Angel: On Percy Shelley
4 votes -
Ma's Canh Chua Recipe (It's a recipe and a poem and a meditation on being a refugee all at once)
2 votes -
Chinese poetry of the detention barracks at Angel Island
5 votes -
‘The Book of Disquiet’ is the weirdest autobiography ever
5 votes -
Don't blame Dostoyevsky - Culture, too, is a casualty of war
6 votes -
What will survive of Philip Larkin
3 votes -
The polyglots of Dardistan - At the crossroads of south and central Asia lies one of the world’s most multilingual places, with songs and poetry to match
3 votes -
Poetry Machine (project)
The concept It's a box that contains a receipt printer and an interface with several buttons. A user would press a button that reflects their emotional state (happy, sad, anxious, etc.), then the...
The concept
It's a box that contains a receipt printer and an interface with several buttons. A user would press a button that reflects their emotional state (happy, sad, anxious, etc.), then the machine prints out a more-or-less appropriate poem on a receipt printer, beautifully formatted and embellished with simple artwork.
It could be occasionally repurposed for certain themes, like Pride Month to print out queer poems.
I want to place it someplace public and well-trafficked, like Dolores Park or on Castro Street.
Feedback
I like poetry. The idea of a (free) vending machine that gives me a poem to uplift my day excites me. But I wonder if this appeals to others enough to be worth fully realizing. I don't want to spend time and money building something that'll go totally unloved.
Also curious about anti-vandalism measures or ideas. I'm sure some jerk will try graffiti-ing it or peeing on it.
Lastly, anyone interested in collaborating?
7 votes -
Kyla Jenée Lacey - "White Privilege"
6 votes -
An Ode to Undies
T'was picking fruit down under, where I learned the truth of underwear Davenport made the best boxer costed more but last forever At first my junk was hanging loose no more briefs snuggling like a...
T'was picking fruit down under, where
I learned the truth of underwear
Davenport made the best boxer
costed more but last foreverAt first my junk was hanging loose
no more briefs snuggling like a noose
but soon I loved it hanging free
it's quicker when you have to peeDecade later holes not in sight
Bought some more in case they might
Thought they'd be with me till the end
Thirty years they've been my friendNow I'm down to last seven pair
Out of business they went I fear
Brought down low by cheap knock offs
Where oh where is my Undie Guru now?12 votes -
Math Person
5 votes -
I sang her name in words forgotten
I sang her name in words forgotten Rough bellows of lost yearning A hurt hound without path A sorrow meaning without an end I heard the rain, heard the ocean Lick the sand without defect The...
I sang her name in words forgotten
Rough bellows of lost yearning
A hurt hound without path
A sorrow meaning without an endI heard the rain, heard the ocean
Lick the sand without defect
The water, where it falls
Is always beautiful all the sameI saw, my God, that you made her
Carefully crooked, imperfect
And inside her deep mournful eyes
The tears that I could never shed9 votes -
Linda Pastan: Ethics
2 votes -
signed char lotte
14 votes -
English translation of Finland's epic poem, The Kalevala (1898)
12 votes -
Elspeth Wilson - Two Poems About The Sims
3 votes -
Inaugural poet Amanda Gorman on her career-defining US address and paying homage to Maya Angelou
10 votes -
A Word on Statistics
4 votes -
In My Dressing Gown
The sky is clear except for some soft grey clouds beyond the hill The early setting sun shines orange on the woods and the houses that sit atop the ridge Not a single bird crosses the pale blue...
The sky is clear
except for some
soft grey clouds
beyond the hillThe early setting sun shines orange
on the woods
and the houses
that sit atop the ridgeNot a single bird crosses
the pale blue sky
though I can hear
their chorus
and a gentle wind blows
cold
on my faceI can smell the traffic
from the road behind my house
mingling with
the earthy smell of trees
from the field in frontNeither my hot black coffee
nor my dressing gown
are enough
to keep the
cold
at bay
on this
the first truly frosty day
of the year7 votes -
Radio Nouspace: Experimental internet radio
7 votes -
Louise Glück wins Nobel Prize for Literature
6 votes -
Limerick thread
A lim'rick is like a haiku But five lines, not three; you add two They're often licentious Or funny; contentious But they can be nice if you choose
19 votes -
A Brave and Startling Truth: Maya Angelou’s stunning humanist poem that flew to space, inspired by Carl Sagan and read by astrophysicist Janna Levin
6 votes