mylittlepoetry

poetry page. ⚧️He/Him 🌊🌊🌊

[poetryposting]

SPOTS, SUNSPOTS

sunlight brine

to patina flesh,

soft and sinking

with time

by long lost vacations

to somewhere in europe,

and many a sweltering summer

opening like flowers

across sandy multicolored towels

with sunspots budding

under blooming skin,

pink, from midday pickling.

[irspoetry]

i feel the most butch when

[poetryposting]

my fav ocean vuong poem (so far) :

Telemachus

Like any good son, I pull my father out

of the water, drag him by his hair

through white sand, his knuckles carving a trail

the waves rush in to erase. Because the city

beyond the shore is no longer

where we left it. Because the bombed

cathedral is now a cathedral

of trees. I kneel beside him to see how far

I might sink. Do you know who I am,

Ba? But the answer never comes. The answer

is the bullet hole in his back, brimming

with seawater. He is so still I think

he could be anyone's father, found

the way a green bottle might appear at

a boy's feet containing a year

he has never touched. I touch

his ears. No use. I turn him

over. To face it. The cathedral

in his sea-black eyes. The face

not mine -- but one I will wear

to kiss all my lovers good-night:

the way I seal my father's lips

with my own & begin

the faithful work of drowning.

[poetryposting]

Beginner Poetry Tips from the Void:

1. DONT SPELL THINGS OUT (at least not all the way through) (calling out younger me here) part of the fun of reading is piecing together the whole story as you read through it, and seeing what ways a poem describes/explores something in a way you haven't seen before.

2. READ.MORE.POETRY. Like all arts, you have to consume it to create it/get better at it. You can see what you do and don't like and incorporate it into your own work as well as gather inspiration.

3. AVOID CLICHES. an example: likening love to addiction, but feel free to break this rule if you feel youre exploring a concept in a way that hasn't been done.

4. WRITE STUFF THEN ABANDON IT. i really struggle with moving on from a piece that sucks, and avoid writing a new draft, but it's a good idea to treat some poems as a sketch that you can ditch or redo after practicing/exploring a concept. (hoping that writing this forces me to do this lol)

[crmsnmth]

Nice to Meet You

The night wore a velvet coat stars pinned like secrets overhead laughter spills from the corner bar and somewhere between sips and stories you nudged me toward a spark I hadn’t known I’d been chasing

She smiled, and the world shifted subtle, but unmistakable like the first note of a song you didn’t know you loved until it echoed in your chest

Your eyes said, go ahead and I stumbled through words that suddenly felt both heavy and light her laugh caught me mid-thought an anchor and a sail all at once

We traded names and something whispered beneath the syllables a quiet promise the way the night folds around two people who’ve just begun to recognize the shape of forever

By the end of it I wasn’t sure who was smiling more her, or the stars that witnessed the first time my hear met its reflection in her eyes

[poetryposting]

The mandatory Ocean Vuong poem that used to permeate in tiktok webweaving posts:

Someday I'll Love

Ocean, don’t be afraid.

The end of the road is so far ahead

it is already behind us.

Don’t worry. Your father is only your father

until one of you forgets. Like how the spine

won’t remember its wings

no matter how many times our knees

kiss the pavement. Ocean,

are you listening? The most beautiful part

of your body is wherever

your mother's shadow falls.

Here's the house with childhood

whittled down to a single red trip wire.

Don't worry. Just call it horizon

& you'll never reach it.

Here's today. Jump. I promise it's not

a lifeboat. Here's the man

whose arms are wide enough to gather

your leaving. & here the moment,

just after the lights go out, when you can still see

the faint torch between his legs.

How you use it again & again

to find your own hands.

You asked for a second chance

& are given a mouth to empty out of.

Don't be afraid, the gunfire

is only the sound of people

trying to live a little longer

& failing. Ocean. Ocean —

get up. The most beautiful part of your body

is where it's headed. & remember,

loneliness is still time spent

with the world. Here's

the room with everyone in it.

Your dead friends passing

through you like wind

through a wind chime. Here's a desk

with the gimp leg & a brick

to make it last. Yes, here's a room

so warm & blood-close,

I swear, you will wake —

& mistake these walls

for skin.

- hope yall don't mind I bolded the most popular parts

[havingapoemwithyou]

The listening section by Hedgie Choi

[poetryposting]

A SILLY POEM - by Spike Milligan

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,

I'll draw a sketch of thee,

What kind of pencil shall I use?

2B or not 2B?

[poetryposting]

heres your sign to rewrite old poems that stink if u feel really uninspired. just did that to one i wrote when i was 14, but ngl half of it was cropping out me blatantly explaining what was happening in it💔

[poetryposting]

something about this poem stuck out to me so i thought i'd share it:

Father's Day for Gay Boys (by Dan Vera)

One beside another—brothers

Seven diviners

of what lies beyond the truths we have uncovered.

One makes three, then four, then more

until we move beyond mere numbers.

There is thunder over the city tonight

and of the million hearts we may never see

here in the circle we make commitments

we push the limits of earthly loving.

Electricity visits again,

and the black skies pulse with light—

currents of power by some capillary action.

Sons kiss their fathers.

Sons kiss their fathers to sleep

and the rose-eyed boy remembers himself again.

We are not the sons they ordered

with their patriotic dreaming.

We are not the sons they expected to come down the line.

But we unfold

beyond such kind paternal ignorance.

We unfold within the measure of our time.

And we make peace with the fathers inside of us.

And we give birth to a hidden, long-carried joy within.

source:

Sons kiss their fathers to sleep and the rose-eyed boy remembers himself again. And we make peace with the fathers inside of us.

[poetryposting]

Cool ass words/concepts applicable to poetry

volté (pronounced:volt-a) - the point in a poem where there is a tone shift

penulitmate - second to last in a series

chiasmus - concept where grammatical structures or ideas in a phrase are repeated in reverse order (ex: ABBA

[poetryposting]

X-Ray - Arthur Sze

In my mind a lilac begins to leaf

before it begins to leaf.

A new leaf

is a new moon.

As the skin of a chameleon

reflects temperature, light, emotion,

an X-ray of my hands

reflects chance, intention, hunger?

You can, in X-ray

diffraction,

study the symmetry of crystals,

but here, now,

the caesura marks a shift in the mind,

the vicissitudes

of starlight,

a luna moth opening its wings.