#poetrylovers

[clock-orange]

round a-bout-white candy lover -

the mirror on the floor, will tell you enough about me

ask siddhartha about the drugs we do

but you can’t read pali - the scripture is gone now - and we have a lot more to see

stoner baby dead by twilight, walk down vine

a scanner darky mood set - i can’t see clearly

the rabbit peering from the hat says,

you don’t have much time

tighten up your shoelaces,

stomp the mirror down,

there’s a circus outside your bedroom waiting;

coked out gremlin mimicking cute clowns

they’re going on about politics - what they think -

you won’t say,

guns are a metaphor for winning and loosing

drown myself in psychotics for one more day

[thecampusreview]

Rabindranath Tagore Poems: Themes, Beauty and Literary Significance

Rabindranath Tagore's poetry has remained an important part of Indian literary culture for generations. His writing brings together nature, spirituality, love, freedom, human relationships, and philosophical reflection.

One of the defining characteristics of Rabindranath Tagore poems is the way ordinary experiences are connected with deeper ideas. Nature frequently appears as an important element, creating a bridge between the external world and human emotions.

Tagore's poems can inspire readers to think about life, identity, relationships, society, and the search for meaning. His language and imagery often create a sense of simplicity while communicating complex emotions.

For students, Tagore's poetry offers many opportunities for literary study. Themes, symbolism, imagery, poetic structure, and historical context can all be explored to understand why his work remains influential.

Tagore was also a major cultural figure beyond literature. His contributions to education, music, philosophy, and Bengali culture expanded his influence considerably.

Exploring his poetry today can help readers understand an important chapter in Indian literary history while discovering ideas that continue to resonate with modern audiences.

📖 Read the complete guide: https://thecampusreview.com/literature/rabindranath-tagore-poems/

[vasopv-blog]

Miracle

[misterpoet333]

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[paulrkohn]

NEW POEM...

Dark Run

Looking over my shoulder, I see

the shadows getting ever closer

as I seek to outrun the darkness.

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Thank you for reading my words. I hope they help and heal you as much as they do, me

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Image: Canva

[winetasteslikeyou]

i hid our pictures

like winter buries flowers—

not because they weren’t beautiful,

but because every time i saw them,

i pressed a finger

against an old bruise

just to feel it hurt again.

you’ve moved on,

and i’m still burying

the little piece of me

that kept hoping

you hadn’t.

@winetasteslikeyou

[taintedcanva]

To be seen🌸

every year,

my birthday arrives

like an unpaid debt.

something to survive.

something to get through.

a date circled on the calendar

that somehow always finds a way

to leave me lonelier than it found me.

so this year,

I made plans with sadness in advance.

I loosened my hair.

I told myself I didn’t need much.

I would stay home,

put on a movie,

eat something nice,

and let Monday pass quietly.

I had already lowered my expectations

until they could no longer disappoint me.

I thought perhaps

the safest way to spend my birthday

was to ask nothing of it.

and then

someone remembered me.

Not just my name.

Not just the date.

me.

The little things.

The ridiculous things.

The things I didn’t know anyone noticed.

Pieces of me

I had forgotten I had left behind

in other people’s memories.

And suddenly,

I was sitting there

with swollen eyes

and tears running down my face,

wondering how something so simple

could feel so enormous.

I kept thinking,

someone saw me.

Not the version of me

that had to be strong.

Not the version that had already decided

she would be fine alone.

Just me.

And for once,

my birthday didn’t feel like a reminder

of everything I didn’t have.

It felt like proof

that I had been here.

That I had been loved.

That I had been remembered.

That all these years of becoming

had not gone unnoticed.

So I want to remember myself

exactly as I am tonight

messy hair,

swollen eyes,

tear-stained cheeks,

a heart too full for my chest.

Because for the first time

in what feels like twenty birthdays,

I wasn’t waiting for the day to end.

I was wishing

it would stay.

Maybe birthdays were never meant

to prove how many people love you.

Maybe sometimes

they’re just little reminders

that you made it another year.

And maybe,

just maybe,

this year,

I was wrong about my birthday.

[paulrkohn]

NEW POEM...

Broken Empathy

Empathy perceived as sympathy

creates apathy in the receiver

and suffering in the giver;

the emotion and compassion

of both left rendered fractured.

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Thank you for reading my words. I hope they help and heal you as much as they do, me

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Image: Canva