#thepoem

[mamedovrusofficial]

🔞🔞🔞 Белый потолок и падает побелка. Я знаю, это ты вспомнил обо мне. Ты снова много думаешь, ты снова много пьёшь, не понимая где меня потом найдёшь... И снова эти лампы и снова мне в глаза, создаётся в голове моей базар. Купите мою душу, купите на века, возьмите на сожительство, она ведь без греха... Любви немая сетка сгоревшая до тла, как кожаная клетка без правого крыла. Лечу я снова в омут и вижу над собой, потерянный наш город и в нём лишь ты герой. ТЕБЯ Я НЕ ЗАБУДУ, ЗАПОМНИ НА ВЕКА, К ТЕБЕ ЛЕТЕТЬ ЛИШЬ БУДУ, В ТВОИ ЛИШЬ ОБЛАКА... Конечно жаль что ты меня не услышишь, жаль что ты не прочитаешь... Однажды вспомнишь что по настоящему важно) #внутри #цветымагнолии #magic #thepoem #vintage #instaphoto #like #стихи #кошмары #люблю #отсебянеуйдешь #photographer #blackandwhite #blackandred #photo #likesforlike #follower #memory #instagram #forever (at ɴɪɢʜᴛ) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMdaBKBn-rB/?igshid=lvolz95ozpdc

[katevogs]

Salvageable

(inspired by the poem Fire by Jesse Nissim)

The poem was called the end of winter,

or it was called the students hoped for the end of winter.

It was a poem about the polar vortex, and the opposite polar vortex 

affectionately called the hell vortex, expected in summer due to climate change.

The poem was called there is no relation.

The poem was lost in the washing machine, torn to a million pieces,

ruined by running ink, as useful as it was before it was written.

The poem was inspired by forgotten compositions

that formed this person, sitting here, writing.

The poem was called this is to you, about a girl playing victim,

searching for someone, anyone, to call her bluff.

The poem had poor circulation, or it was waiting in the “transferred files” to be singled out.

It was known to have a pulse, if admittedly weak.

The poem had numbness at its center and tingling extremities.

It made a strong argument against the media’s influence on young girls.

Its images captivated high school students, depicting the effects

of red wine and cigarettes, of Cosmo magazine,

of harnessing broken hearts, of letting “him” determine worth,

of binging, purging, and cutting.

The poem screamed experience:

the story of a girl oppressed by an ex,

her only defense toilet paper lining his trees.

The poem understood solidarity.

The poem was retitled omigosh I almost started crying.

The poem began with fourteen year olds needing neutral spaces like blogs.

The poem was about the poet’s need for acceptance, 

a place to go for affirmation and a pat on the back.

The poem welcomed her home.

[theblack-and-white-blog]

My poems will cherish us forever. #thepoem #pauses #betweenthelines #creativewriting #writing #art #poems #love #quotes #dailyquotes #relationships #life #poets #poetry #poetrycommunity #new_born_poets #voicesofpoets #IceCreamTales #saivasudev #blackandwhitewrites @thepoem.in @writerspocket https://www.instagram.com/p/B3hEYTWnn4b/?igshid=100wsgesuf5x0

[theblack-and-white-blog]

You♡ #poetry #poetryporn #poems #thepoem #quotesgram #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #writing #word #wordporn #love #life #lovequotes #relationships #thepoems #igpoets #poets #art #write #awesomekirukals #new_born_poets #voicesofpoets #saivasudev #blackandwhitewrites https://www.instagram.com/p/B3RZQPjFd8i/?igshid=5rir1rg4mv9i

[djgargamel1]

#currentlylistening . 🔉 . Major influence 🙌🏽 Bobby Konders #losterainnyc . #massivesounds Deephouse, acid house, reggae .. #architect of sound 🎛 #thepoem #nervousacid #asone #robertowens #dubpoets #lettherebehouse #massaiwoman #rydims #newyorkcity #disco #ditc #djculture #Electronic (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2gnrG4Aezz/?igshid=1xnqhl6aakltu

[mr-hey-now]

👀 #sixminutes #thepoem #142thoughtsofaconvictedfelon https://www.instagram.com/p/BstMzT7BHW6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=naup3nguxtrq

[slickthepoet]

#BloodThickerThanWaterlll #SlickThePoet #PoeticRhythmMusic THANK YOU ALL FOR LISTENING!!!! THE LINK IS IN MY BIO #onlythestrongsurvive #muzicjunkies #PoeticRhythmMusic #ThePoem #Thestory #linkinbio #Loyalty #newmusic #spinrilla #datpiff #soundcloud #reverbnation

[puritan-magazine]

The Poem - THE PURITAN

The Poem began after the waiter said, “Binoculars are against the law.” Indecent was the word the waiter struggled for and the poet helped him find. This was in Morocco in 1989, on the first trip the poet took at the age of nineteen after leaving home. Inside her, this almost autonomic system of synapse and sensibility inhaled a big breath of world and right away she saw that the town from the restaurant terrace resembled a crowd of bowed men. It was indecent, those invasions the curved lenses permitted, the intimacy they invented between eye and rooftop, eye and half-curtained window, eye and the line where the flaking, sun-worn crown of the minaret swelled like a fine, aged breast, like a breath-puffed cheek, like a mittened fist into the most exquisite and elemental sky. She hid the binoculars out of view on her lap …

Today’s #ThrowbackThursday is to Daniel Scott Tysdal’s enigmatic, unexpected story, ‘The Poem’. Featured in Issue 12 - Winter 2011, this winding, elusive story examines the formation and revision of art, the shifting nature of perspective and the value we assign to an individual’s history. It’s really quite cool.