poetry_by_nishtha 04

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Botanical Names Part III

Names you can choose for your characters. Taken from the little signs in a botanical garden. So they are names of plants.

Cassine

Orlaya

Bumelia

Maranta

Artemisia

Dionaea

Xyris

Heliamphora

Drosera

Patrinia

Khaya

Dalea

Callisia

Ruellia

Justicia

Dracaena

Pellionia

Tectaria

Monodora

Ardisia

Myrsine

Davallia

Gloriosa

Uniola

Ageratina

Cenia

Aralia

Felicia

Diascia

Nassella

More names!

[rowenalesbian]

orpheus looks back at eurydice and it’s not a tragedy. eurydice knows she’s loved.

[sharkentine]

I LOVE COMPLEX DATED ADVERBS. Wherein. Heretofore. Thereon. Hereunto. Whereof. Hitherward. Hereinafter. How can you look at these words and not lose your mind. They're insane. I think I'm in love.

[catchymemes]

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Okay. Say you ask a small child to draw you a house, and they come up with something like this:

For the purposes of this analogy the child is shit at colouring in, because I only wanted to give the general idea.

So, we can all agree that the child who draws a house probably isn't trying to communicate anything in particular other than “look at this cool house I drew”, right?

Cool.

So… Why is it seemingly in the middle of nowhere, when most children live in houses with neighbours?

Why is the main body a square and the roof a solid triangle when that doesn't look like any house that has ever been built anywhere?

Why does it have a wood-burning stove with smoke actively coming out of the chimney, even though the sun indicates warm weather?

Why is the sun smiling? Why is it yellow?

Answer: because the child has seen picture books, and films, and the drawings of other children, and has on some level absorbed that this is what a house is meant to look like.

Face to face, the child almost certainly wouldn't know where to begin communicating “yellow is a colour culturally associated with happiness and warmth, and two dots accompanied by a curved line symbolically represent a smiling human face, so I have combined these attributes with the sun to convey that it is a very warm and pleasant day”.

Or “historically most houses in my country used fire for heat and cooking, and even though this is no longer the case for the majority of households, most media portrayals of houses are inspired by other, older, media portrayals and therefore include the chimney. I have chosen to follow this trend.”

Or even, “I have poor motor control because of my age, and large, 2 dimensional shapes are easier to draw than anything involving detail and perspective”.

Yet this is all information that you can pick up from detailed study of the house drawing.

Ultimately, it's not about what the writer intended. That's what the whole death of the author thing means.

If you think of literature like as a conversation, then think of all the analysis stuff that your English teacher keeps trying to get you to look at as like body language. It's the stuff that the other person doesn't even necessarily mean to communicate, but that can tell you a hell of a lot about what they mean.

[lierdumoa]

Also, a poem written by a poet who got high is still a poem written by a poet.

People love to say dismissive bullshit like, "oh, that's just the drugs talking" but actually, drugs can't fucking talk! It is always the human being doing the talking regardless of how intoxicated they are. The drugs are not creating the poetry. The poet's mind is creating the poetry. A person doesn't stop being a person just because they took something.

[whetstonefires]

also if it got published they probably still liked it sober

[starryeyeddarlings]

i wrote a twin cinema poem about two gay soldiers in wwi

context: the two sides, read separately, are the two soldiers thinking about their futures with each other. when read together, it's a reflection of their final thoughts when they die together struck by bullets <3

[mystical-ramblings04]

in love

[sirgawin]

Paul Hogarth illustrations for New Penguin Shakespeare (1980s)

[metamorphesque]

poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood

You by Carol Ann Duffy

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine

You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine

To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann

Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski

Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Sanctuary by Jean Valentine

the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

Morning by Frank O Hara

We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova

You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova

from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva

The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

In Dream by Anna Akhmatova

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

[mystical-ramblings04]

some email subjects ive sent:

Fear (Lousy topic to start this beautiful thing, I know)

The Oncoming Winter

Beauty and Hatred sitting in a tree / K I S S I N G

Chaos is the fuel for my soul

I seek you in time...

Woman in madness, their men, and bad habits

If the gibbous says goodbye how can I hold onto the light?

[mystical-ramblings04]

here's another one to you @pagesandproses

proof of the harmony in the greys

[bunniope]

*walks up to the bar* get me a white gilgamesh. and make it warm, its gonna be a long night

[bunniope]

TWO THIRDS BEER AND ONE THIRD MILK

FROM A GOAT OR OF ITS ILK

GOES DOWN HARSH, IT ISNT GOOD

MAKES YOU FEEL YOURE MADE OF WOOD

[turquoisespace35]

The monster

[mystical-ramblings04]

And name you a hatred, not yours to unlearn.

Brotherhood is fragile, monarchy a hoax.

Remember love—the moral that's seldom wrong.

Give your mother your hand,

And pray to your own soul

Forever burning...

despite the dreams of wars.

[pen-and-page]

Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep, but a place for crows to rest their feet

[mystical-ramblings04]

Darkness is not a blindfold there to hinder,

but an invite for crows to sing their ballads

And when the dawn cracks; the light will not blind

but broaden your perch for a love that is kind

[rlyehtaxidermist]

"you sound smart" that's because i've spent years doing academic writing to the point that it's my default cadence plus or minus the use of profanity as a tone indicator

"you sound stupid" that's because i'm dumb as fuck

[ipledgeawaymysanity]

Medusa having the perfect figure according to the greek standards instead of being modernised will forever remain so close to my heart

Especially her wearing the innocent whites resembling a tunic instead of black (darker villainous) colours😭😭😭😭😭

my girlll screaming crying throwing up for her

[kaafii]

Loki 2.06 Glorious Purpose

[unicorn-of-mischief]

"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;

For now hath time made me his numbering clock:

My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar

Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,

Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,

Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.

Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is

Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,

Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans

Show minutes, times, and hours."

Again.

[linipik]

Eden

[mystical-ramblings04]

the angel held the weapon

and asked for trust

the devil smiled effortlessly with a fruit

and demanded nothing in return

[mossbawn]

people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue

[mossbawn]

“i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry