Sunshowers At Midnight

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[dyleeart]

☘️ return home

[weary-hearted-art]

Frances Gearhart, Twilight, c.1930. Color block print on wove Japanese paper

[taohun]

did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read 

[taohun]

been thinking about it since i read it 

[redportrait]

me, having deeply fallen out of the practice of writing poetry: I can’t write any more, I am now a Talentless Hack

the voice of my 11th grade journalism/12th grade creative writing teacher who rly did know everything: if you stop writing for a while the words will build up and stagnate. to clear the water, you will have to open the dam completely, and accept the fact that what initially comes out will not be palatable

[m-s-harris]

This. This is so true. Starting again is more important than what you actually write. You are rusty. You’ll build up momentum again. All you need to do is start.

[hopefulmillennial]

[called-kept]

#faith has just dragged her hands across her face and gotten up off the bathroom floor#charity has just taken deep breaths after sending something serious but necessary#hope has had her face on the steering wheel of her parked car for the past ten minutes#and finally stands up to go in even though it's hard

tags via @madamescarlette

[sunshowersatmidnight]

Of smoke and ash and tainted things

Smeared on the end of my fingers

Drawing lines of dark along my body

Tenderly tinged traces

Of charcoal and gold

For light shimmers in the dark of ash

And sun is blinding but for shadow

And tainted smears of smoke

Can only make me more beautiful

[carrionthird]

do you ever see the way someone moves their hands or the way they walk and fall in love?

[sunshowersatmidnight]

Oh baby you make me wistful

Touching distance and yet how I miss you

A thousand miles, yet tucked into my heart

[sunshowersatmidnight]

Will anyone look at me and see

A song worth singing

A beat and a melody

And maybe

A soul worth humming

[quotemadness]

“I have always loved too much, or not enough.”

— Dorianne Laux

[gnostick-deactivated20210607]

understanding poetry is very simple. poems are good when they make you sit on your kitchen floor and scream

[sunshowersatmidnight]

I want to tangle my fingers in your sweater

And pull you closer

To feel the warm rumble of your words

Pressing against me

After so long apart

I am desperate

Desperate

For the physicality of you

[sunshowersatmidnight]

I miss the ache of loving

Miss the pain that went beyond my chest

And pinned me to the deep eternity

Of a love that reminds

Pain and pleasure intertwined

In a dance that stretches

To the end of time

I miss being bigger than all I am

[sunshowersatmidnight]

I used to laugh so lightly

At everything and nothing at all

When did my laughter become a rarity?

And my joy a scarcity?

[sunshowersatmidnight]

*shakes fist* I have never wanted to be held so bad ooooooooooh my god

[sunshowersatmidnight]

Once upon a time

I had it all

I had bliss at my finger tips

Golden euphoria was mine

[sunshowersatmidnight]

I wonder if anyone has ever looked at me

And seen someone lovely

I think that maybe I could be lovely

If only someone would let me

Be