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World Poetry Day
Hello everyone, and happy World Poetry Day!
I wanted to say thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read my writing (and possibly left feedback along the way). I hope you can find the time to read something you like today.
Happy reading,
j.p
Poem: Pink Lemonade
You poured out your pink lemonade
and placed the glass inside the sink,
where the faucet rained down on it
and washed the memory away
of puckered lips and the sour kiss
between you and that cold bottle.
j.p
Poem: Solo
She danced around the room,
looking people in the eyes
as she twirled past them,
never meeting the same gaze
twice. In the flashing lights,
spinning late into the night,
she was untouchable,
her tears dripping like sweat,
catching light like diamonds,
slipping, unseen, to the ground
as she kept gliding forward,
spinning late into the night.
j.p
AYY let’s goooo poetryyy
Tuesday March 21.
World Poetry Day.
Today is a celebration—but perhaps, like all celebrations, just what we are commemorating is something that we must treasure each and every day. Poetry, some might say, is just that: the treasure that artists mine from the sham and drudgery of day-to-day life. For the poet, their art is found not by searching for the exotic, mysterious, glamourous, or seductive, but by what they find before them. What is mundane and routine is as much material to be mined as life's intensities or spectacles. For the poet, the world really is their oyster. And for the rest of us, the work they produce is that very pearl. And every shade of experience, whether joy, grief, banality, intrigue, and beauty, are encapsulated in words, spaces, silence, images, and form. Whether by skill, or by chance, no one really knows, but perhaps the mess and the mystery are one and the same as its profundity. With that in mind, let's celebrate a good thing. And a good thing that is ours each and every day. It's #world poetry day.
With that in mind, we invite you to mark the day here on Tumblr. After all, there is simply no better community of poets and artists who make up this creative sphere, and the evergreen world of all things poetry is, well, your world.
And when all is said and done, you better get writing x
World Poetry Day
Tuesday, March 21
is nobody aware of how much i’m hurting? or do they just not care?
my body is growing weaker, and my mind is going numb.
nothing matters to me anymore; i’ve never felt so dumb.
everything’s a mess: my room, my assignments, and my mental state.
maybe if i get worse someone will notice; i stop eating, and i stop talking.
i spend so much time online, feeding into comparisons and pain.
this pit in my stomach only seems so grow heavier, feeding off of negativity and self degredation.
it weighs me down and it’s hard to move.
pls don’t steal this :)
curious about what's in store for you for 2023? :D
let AO3 decide!
(this is a random generator that will give you four (4) ao3 tags, so you know, warnings for what that usually entails)