Poem of the Month – “Shipwreck”

“Shipwreck”

Like a shipwreck out at sea
You continually dive down to the depths of the ocean to search
the wreckage
But darling when will you realise there are no survivors?
– be-fearless-brave-and-kind

Ellie (be-fearless-brave-and-kind) is a 22yr old poet from England.

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Poem of the Month – “Hades to Persephone”

“Hades to Persephone”

Tell me that you weren’t hungry that day.
Tell me that’s not what got you to stay.
Seven seeds don’t seem like quite enough
Reason to leave a mother’s deep love.

I want to believe you had the choice;
I was hearing more than my own voice;
That you opened the palms of your hands
To offer your heart, not meet my demands.

Convince me that you want to be here;
It’s not my trick that keeps you so near.
You chose me. You love me. This is real.
No silly seven seeds sealed the deal.

Miss your mother when the door must shut;
Love and hurt when you must leave her, but—
Come back wearing our hearts on your sleeve;
Yearn to stay here, and I will believe.

No need to say; I know why you go.
I won’t block your way, make a big show.
Just tell me you weren’t hungry that day.
Just tell me I’m the reason you stay.

– Lee Ann Schaffer

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Poem of the Week – “His Lips Taste Like Poetry”

“His Lips Taste Like Poetry”

You are nothing
close to a poet,
but the way you lick
your lips
when you see me,
it’s goddamn poetry
– poems-of-madness

poems-of-madness writes about self-loving and confidence as they strive to make a positive change

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Normally I would’ve posted a film review today. However, after spending many, many hours working on a review without success, I decided to post the Poem of the Week today and the review tomorrow instead of rushing the review and writing something terrible!

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Poem of the Week – “Where My Books Go”

“Where My Books Go”

All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.
– W.B. Yeats

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Poem of the Week – “new book needed”

“new book needed”

this chapter has been read
many times before
I’ve memorized every word
and no matter how often I recite them
they still sound so ugly
I try to rearrange the sentences
and paragraphs
thinking I may finally unlock
a sequence that makes sense
but am only met with disappointment

– djwilliamspoet

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Poem of the Week – “Jabberywocky”

“Jabberwocky”

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
– Lewis Carroll

Poem of the Week – “Hitchhiker”

“Hitchhiker”

‘Tryna get to sunny Californy’ –
Boom. It’s the awful raincoat
making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs – my mud packs –
„Look John, a hitchhiker’
„He looks like he’s got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat’
‘Look Fred, that man by the road’ „Some sexfiend got in print in 1938 in Sex Magazine’ –
„You found his blue corpse in a greenshade edition, with axe blots’

– Jack Kerouac

Happy Birthday Jack Kerouac

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