poem: may days
come back to me, my sweet,
for the buds are ripening back east
as clouds meander across blue skies
and the wind whispers your name.

No title available

tannertan36
🪼

Origami Around
Noah Kahan

@theartofmadeline
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

JVL
Peter Solarz

oozey mess

roma★

★
untitled

pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
d e v o n
wallacepolsom
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

seen from United States

seen from Indonesia

seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Portugal

seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from France

seen from Italy

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Portugal

seen from United States
@jessicarockpoet
poem: may days
come back to me, my sweet,
for the buds are ripening back east
as clouds meander across blue skies
and the wind whispers your name.
poem: a remembrance
ring the funeral bells
long, loud, and true,
let their mournful melody
float over snowcapped peaks
and sunlit valleys,
powerfully echoing,
“she is dead, she is dead, she is dead.”
let the inquisitive fauna,
feeling the seismic shift without her,
bow their heads in woeful admiration,
and the tender flora
sing sweet tributes to the wind,
tree branches sorrowfully rustling,
“she is gone, she is gone, she is gone.”
we will weep at dinner tonight,
but joyously recollect at breakfast.
so sleep now, o tender one,
lay down your burdens,
rest in the sweet thereafter,
while we sing your praises in the herebefore,
“she is loved, she is loved, she is loved.”
poem: mother mother ocean, I can hear you call
the sea is truly free,
for humans may whack at her sides
dump their most hideous waste into her,
pillage and bleach her coral treasures,
yet she persists with grace.
her waves cradle our weary forms,
rocking back and forth like held babies,
welcoming us warmly in her hypnotic embrace,
without ever asking anything in return,
for mothers love unconditionally.
she even keeps deep secrets
away from our prying paws,
in her profound and billowing skirts.
…knowing there are still mysteries left
makes everything a little brighter.
poem: in the morning
I make like a bird
and ride the wind down the coast
skirting sargassum lined shore
feeling as free as one can be.
when I turn around,
bountiful sunrise to my back,
I feel the salty breeze on my face
and breathe deep, grateful breaths.
haiku: words from the dark times
the absence of you
drapes over me like a shroud…
sometimes it chokes me.
Rainer Maria Rilke
poem: cold, cold winter
especially in these dreary months
(when the frozen air cracks my lungs
and skies are perpetually gray)
the mere thought of you
sends warmth through me.
poem: firmitas, utilitas, venustas
our great castle was doomed from the start,
for we built it upon delight,
forgetting the firmness and utility,
forsaking all structure for pleasure.
no wonder it crumbled into the sea,
or was taken over by the forest,
or leveled by an earthquake,
or whatever fate this reality serves us.
over and over again we try to rebuild,
making the same mistakes,
never learning from our errors,
always falling prey to our desires.
poem:
you are a drug
and I am an addict
poem: when will I find my courage to let it all go?
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
we’ve said it a hundred times
in this lifetime,
and the last,
and even the next.
always breaking apart
into tiny pieces
for the other to glue back together
year after year
century after century.
what a cruel sense of humor
to get all dressed up
breathless and ready
only to be left out in the cold
time and time again.
poem: she cannot go back
summer flows into fall
like a mighty river
emptying herself into the sea,
silently, without pomp or circumstance,
because that is the way it must be.
poem: pinch me
the entire world falls away
leaving only the lapping sea,
softly clacking palm tendrils,
salty sargasso littering fine sand,
broken seashells crunching underfoot.
everything feels like a dream,
polarized lenses revealing new colors,
blues and greens so vivid
their pigments haven’t names yet,
like a vast field of sparkling jewels.
haiku: no room for the blues
in the salty sea
floating about mindlessly
how could one be sad?
poem: Sisyphus
you start at one end,
and me, the other -
we’ll walk until the day
when I see your weary face
bobbing over the wavy horizon.
and I won’t believe my eyes,
(for mirages have come and gone
during our lifelong courtship)
until you get closer and closer,
jogging turning to sprinting.
wild eyes struggling to register
how close we are to being together,
your hands start to tremble,
sweat beads and dusty footprints
discarded in your harried wake.
just as you are about to fall
into my lonesome arms,
just as you are about to collide
with my aching body,
eyelids fling open, and I wake up alone.
poem: try it again, this time in the victorian era
in warm fall, a day alight with sunbeams, two souls did meet, a long-forgotten dream awakened softly, though with hearts entwined, by other vows, a fate less kind.
a shared remembrance, like a whispered prayer, of youthful days, when love was light as air, they walked in shadows, where no prying eye could see the longing that they both did bear.
within a bookshop, 'midst the rows of tomes, a haven found, where passion freely roams, his trembling hands, a hesitant embrace, a stolen kiss, in that secluded place.
the world outside, in muted hues arrayed, their lustful moment, like a flower decayed, knowing the seeds of longing they did sow, would blossom darkly, in the twilight's shade.
poem: a dear john letter
I’ll leave you with
the curve of my lips,
forever repeating your name
into the vast abyss
that is our tortured love.