Stephanie Parker

"You were created to blossom Not to please God (or men who act like they are). Late twenties.

[havingapoemwithyou]

i have to tell you by Dorothea Grossman

[flauraandfawna]

“Come back so I can say yes this time. Do it again now that I know what to call what you did. This time I’ll be ready. I like it rough now and I’m done with romance, I never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it.”

— Daphne Gottlieb, Why Things Burn

[takemyrevolutions]

Rhiannon McGavin

[deeplystained]

“In the heat of her hands I thought, this is the campfire that mocks the sun.””

—  Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via 5000letters)

[weltenwellen]

“If, despite relentless blue, despite snow, you dared to hold me / and I dared to be held”

— Aria Aber, from “Inventory of Lost Conditionals,” Hard Damage 

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[weltenwellen]

Adrienne Rich, from “Splittings”, The Dream of a Common Language

[clickinmy-ear]

[malojasnake]

— Sunrise, by Louise Glück

[lifeinpoetry]

People are dying, yes despite all our knowledge. Regardless of touch, what we own, everything we continue to steal. Everyone and their miniature triumphs. No, they can’t convince me love isn’t our best invention.

— Alex Dimitrov, from “February,” Love and Other Poems

[firstfullmoon]

I loved you at lunch

when the coffee kicked in and you cut carrots into coins

for our salad, the satisfying, slow knocking of the dull knife against the cutting board while I pretended to read while I worshipped you from the sofa

— Solmaz Sharif, from “Break-Up,” in Look: Poems

[weltenwellen]

Jennifer Saunders, from “When the Guest Speaker Told Us“

[on-poetry]

“I meant skies all empty aching blue. I meant years. I meant all of them with you.”

— Kate Clanchy, Perhaps Patagonia 

[soracities]

“Humbly I give myself to you. A spark for the great burning. This burning, well I know, and this alone, is my significance.”

— Eugenio Montale, from “Dissolve It, if You Wish”

[saintweaver]

Ron Padgett, The Absolutely Huge and Incredible Injustice in the World

[jerrylandis]

frank o’hara, from biotherm (for bill berkson)

[soracities]

“Here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I’m taking to you and you know it.”

— Richard Siken, from Spork Press’ Editor’s Pages: “The Long and the Short of It”

[heartcountry]

“[…] It is no surprise that danger and suffering surround us. What astonishes is the singing.”

— Jack Gilbert, from “Horses at Midnight Without a Moon,”in Collected Poems (via existential-celestial)