Pagination Poetry

it was said they loved the stars, and it was enough.

[unsubconscious]

[apoemaday]

After Many Springs

by Langston Hughes

Now, In June, When the night is a vast softness Filled with blue stars, And broken shafts of moon-glimmer Fall upon the earth, Am I too old to see the fairies dance? I cannot find them any more.

[apoemaday]

As the Mist Leaves No Scar

by Leonard Cohen

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill, So my body leaves no scar On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter, What remains to keep? So you and I encounter, Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure Without a moon or star, So will we endure, When one is gone and far.

[lookninjas]

544.

and no, she won't ever curl up sweetly on my lap

but she stretches out her leggies real far and puts her perfect feet on my leg and would stay there all day if I let her

and this is also love

this is also love

[seekingstars]

Poem - Aram Saroyan

[permetutotheworld]

[theoceansandadinos]

I also read something like this, it was Penelope and Odysseus. I'll link it here. Truly splendid modern work that reflects the stories so well in such an enchanting, mind-opening, and thought-provoking way!

[politicalprof]

Well, you know, some bathroom graffiti offers insight.

[madfishmonger]

Red marker handwriting on a bathroom wall. Text reads:

“Boss made a dollar Granddad made a dime But that was a poem From a simpler time.

Boss made a thousand Gave pa a cent But that penny paid the mortgage Or at least it paid the rent

Now Boss makes a million And gives us jack Smugly blames the workers For the labor that he lacks.”

[a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark]

And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.

[seekingstars]

Rending the Garments - Ronna Bloom

[seekingstars]

While Everything Else Was Falling Apart - Ada Limón

[cryptonature]

Long ago, a stone felt a tingle on its skin. Moss. A new feeling. A green feeling.

The granite spoke of ages in the heat of deep Earth.

The moss sang the taste of sunlight and the softness of salamander bellies.

They named one another. And told those names to no one at all.

-Jarod K. Anderson

[seekingstars]

I'VE SEEN MORE GRIEF IN GROCERY STORES THAN I HAVE IN FUNERAL HOMES - Sara Rian

[16tinyfrogs]

just warmth, just home

this is a poem about artemis the goddess of the wild, and artemis II the space mission, and how i think the places where the beauty of nature is most clearly shown to you are the places where you can separate yourself from the noise that we make as humans. i love you artemis ii

[apoemaday]

In Time of Silver Rain

by Langston Hughes

In time of silver rain The earth puts forth new life again, Green grasses grow And flowers lift their heads, And over all the plain The wonder spreads Of life, Of life, Of life!

In time of silver rain The butterflies Lift silken wings To catch a rainbow cry, And trees put forth New leaves to sing In joy beneath the sky As down the roadway Passing boys and girls Go singing, too, In time of silver rain When spring And life Are new.

[cherokeeghostwriter]

Old man said

Once, there was a brighter sun the old man said- A wilder sky the deepest blue, where mountains reached beyond the clouds to touch a starlit hue. Once, there was a magic in the air the old man said- Where summer days might last a year, and nights could pass between the stars to mornings bright and clear. Now, comes the time the old man said- When dreams the taste of bittersweet, walk hand in hand with arms embraced where stars and mountains meet.

[engulfes]

Magdalene - Marie Howe

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[wildgeeseinthewest]

[deadgenerations]

in more pleasant news: this year is seeing the biggest humpback migration in Australian history, bigger than it was PRE whaling. That's right, there are more humpbacks migrating off the coast of Australia than there were BEFORE industrial whaling started.

A huge, fat W for environmentalists and Greenies. what an achievement

[lumsel]

we did it! we saved the fucking whales!!!!

[the-tao-of-fandom]

These whales were hunted to 150 individuals. Now there are 50,000 of them

Once hunted almost to extinction, the population of humpback whales currently migrating down Australia's east coast has bounced back and is

Further info for those interested

[continent-of-wild-endeavor]

from The Memory Palace, by Nate DiMeo

[apoemaday]

Incident

by Norman MacCaig

I look across the table and think (fiery with love) Ask me, go on, ask me to do something impossible, something freakishly useless, something unimaginable and inimitable

Like making a finger break into blossom or walking for half an hour in twenty minutes or remembering tomorrow.

I will you to ask it. But all you say is Will you give me a cigarette? And I smile and, returning to the marvelous world of possibility I give you one with a hand that trembles with a human trembling.