excerpt of Emily Dickinson #253 Too vague—the face— My own—so patient—covers— Too far—the strength— My timidness enfolds— Haunting the Heart— Like her translated faces— Teasing the want— It—only—can suffice!
arisuu leggo from The Mourning Bride by William Congreve
Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury, like a woman scorned.
hi Jun, this is a cool idea, I would like one
bryce1997 letsa go https://youtu.be/QFoBaTkPgco
it's amazing spoken word... everyone should watch it
Lukie Hi, sweep me off my feet with your romantic poetry. saving my favorite romantic poetry for a little while . . .
Lukie Hi, sweep me off my feet with your romantic poetry. "Torso of Air" by Ocean Vuong
Suppose you do change your life.
& the body is more than
a portion of night — sealed
with bruises. Suppose you woke
& found your shadow replaced
by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful
& gone. So you take the knife to the wall
instead. You carve & carve
until a coin of light appears
& you get to look in, at last,
on happiness. The eye
staring back from the other side —
waiting.
Jellofish . "Underface" by Shel Silverstein
Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
But a whole lot more like me.
Hi, sweep me off my feet with your romantic poetry.
jbomber732 I'll take one. excerpt from "A Little Closer to the Edge" by Ocean Vuong
Young enough to believe nothing
will change them, they step, hand-in-hand,
into the bomb crater. The night full
of black teeth. His faux Rolex, weeks
from shattering against her cheek, now dims
like a miniature moon behind her hair.
p.s. idk how legal it is fkr me to copy directly straight from this book but eh
evolpz hello excerpt from "Dreamland" by Edgar Allan Poe
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule—
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE—Out of TIME.
one for myself i guess "What They Did Yesterday Afternoon” by Warsan Shire later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.