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rkt, he/him | poems & musings ( carrd & main blog ) ☄. *. ⋆

[sweatermuppet]

if u dont mind id love to know more of ur fav poems :-) trying to get into reading more poetry

missing persons by sam sax

ode to prince by hanif abdurraqib

social skills training by solmaz sharif

men by maya angelou

DL N8 4 3SOME by jake skeets

having a coke with you by frank o'hara

jubilate homo by ellen bass

carpet bomb by kenyatta rogers

border patrol agent by eduardo c corral

heart condition by jericho brown

tell me something good by ocean vuong

letter to S, hospital by emily skaja

we lived happily during the war by ilya kaminsky

long division by matthew dickman

the american security against foreign enemies act by lucie brock-broido

you will never get death out of a system by dana levin

letter to chi by franny choi

14 lines from love letters or suicide notes by doc luben

said the confederate flag to the american flag by RJ walker

worms by shyla hardwick

blood makes the blade holy by evan knoll

the 17 year old & the gay bar by danez smith

mountain dew commercial disguised as a love poem by matthew olzmann

[eternal--returned]

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.

In this version, the snake is headless—stilled like a cord unraveled from the lovers' ankles.

He lifts her white cotton skirt, revealing another hour. His hand. His hands. The syllables

inside them, O father, O foreshadow, press into her—as the field shreds itself

with cricket cries. Show me how ruin makes a home out of hip bones, O mother,

O minute hand, teach me how to hold a man the way thirst

holds water. Let every river envy our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body

like a season. Where apples thunder the earth with red hooves, & I am your son.

Ocean Vuong ֍ "A Little Closer to the Edge." Night Sky with Exit Wounds (2016)

[havingapoemwithyou]

it’s just that i’m not really into politics by Hanif Abdurraqib

[havingapoemwithyou]

thirst by Mary Oliver

[havingapoemwithyou]

testify by Eve L. Ewing

[plasmapop]

catullus 51 (again!!!)

[verrlorenpoetarchive]

TAKE IT SLOW - DNT

[wovi]

[petaltexturedskies]

Later, it becomes February, and even later, spring returns, (…) I recognize the business of summer, which is to forge ahead, delicately. So I dip my fingers among the green stems, delicately. I lounge at the edge of the leafing pond, delicately. I scarcely remember the crust of the snow. I scarcely remember the icy dawns and the sun like a lamp without a fuse. I don’t remember the fury of loneliness. I never felt the wind’s drift. I never heard of the struggle between anything and nothing.

Mary Oliver, from “Crows”

[stargirldotcom]

comments from tiktok about siblings

[stargirldotcom]

-despite everything, there is still love

@arthoesunshine/ @artsheila/ @daisies-on-a-cup/ @gayarsonist / @hjarta/ @yunawinter on twitter/ @bakwaaas/ @death-born-aphrodite/ anon on gentleearth/ @classicnymph on twitter

[moonlipgloss]

posts that make me want to rip my heart out part 5

[geryone]

Bluff, Danez Smith

[equivocations]

flowers in the community garden. watercolor on toned paper~

[lovesdisrepute]

i went outside tonight even though it scared me; maybe because it scared me. we were floating on our backs in the water and abba was playing in my head. i’m not sure what was playing in yours but the sun set without us really noticing, too caught up in whatever we were avoiding / in each others’ eyes. we were thinking different, living different but we both looked up at the same second. both of our breathing stopped for a second, i think, just a beat. not enough for anyone but the cicadas to notice. we looked up and maybe even realized together why people thousands of years ago thought there had to be something magical about them; why people now are eager to figure out every reason for how something beautiful can naturally exist. how we can claim to be at the center of anything when obviously we are cradled by their light but not crowned.

[aridante]

Marie Howe, How Some of It Happened

[berrystrawbs]

my heart and the earth share the same rule it starts with love and it ends with you

they stared at each other, wordless, because they may have loved each other so quietly and constantly that it didn’t need to be verbalized, but they wouldn’t be them — wouldn’t be kiyoomi and atsumu — if they weren’t each at least somewhat enamored with their own pride. there was a stupidity to it that made kiyoomi’s next words all the more damning: “where are you going?” i care about your whereabouts. i will follow you, if you stray too far. ; or: atsumu has a slight cooking mishap, kiyoomi's therapist needs a raise, and they're in love

NEW FIC! co-written by me and @bigriceenthusiast for her super cool food as a metaphor for love series!! check it out if you like haikyuu sakuatsu and/or silly people in love

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hope you enjoy :)