#thispoem

[sojc123]

Poem: "Note 7." #poem #writ #poems #poet #writing #lit #poets #poetrycommunity #poetry #literature #ipoet #words #neverunderestimate #poetics #lessons #writeit #dailypoem #readpoems #writs #dailypoem #thispoem #poetssayitbest #knowpoems #poetryislife #poemdaily #poetryisnotdead

[terimariedegree]

A dear poet friend who follows my work said my #nicodemus poem reminded her of #thispoem "A pocket survival guide for black boys" Having this poem published was bittersweet, it affirmed me in so many ways being my first print publication but it also laid bare my heart and how I process #blackmotherhood People said they had no idea, they never thought of things in this way, never realized how not having these concerns for their sons meant they had #privilege And yet years later #herewestillare I shared about #tulsa and #blackwallstreet on my #facebook page (again bc I have mentioned it and the #philadelphiabombing in #1985 before) and yet still I get thanked because someone #neverknew I just can't fully grasp how in this age of information how little folks know and the fact that people aren't more outraged that their ignorance is a byproduct of intention like now that you've learned one thing you realize you should have learned in school are you going to seek out more information or wait for more to fall into your lap??? #sigh Anyway, this book connected me to so many good people of all generations and heritages and I'm super thankful for that and that this pain expressed as art was seen as such, the vulnerability to share it has #blessed me many times over. #lifeofapoet #notamorningperson #butimawake 😔😴 #poetryisnotdead #flashbackpoetry #favoriteversefriday #igpoet #poetsandwriters #instagrampoets #poetsandwritersofinstagram #igpoets #bymepoetry #currentevents #throwbackpoem #flashbackpoem #catapult #bewhatyoudream https://www.instagram.com/p/CBVQ3XElSOc/?igshid=q08v85ezlpq

[nopenjustink]

This poem is unrestricted in form. It is full of statements that hold weight and are placed together in a way that is hopeful to make the reader feel a connection. The poem is short and by no means sweet. It is telling of experience and misconceptions that revealed themselves over the years. This poem is written to a child, turned survivor. It is full of hard truths, hard surfaces, hard landings but the ending is just the beginning. . . . . #nopenjustink #thispoem #poetrycommunity #poem #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #poetrylovers #freeformpoem #elevate #selflove #hindsightis2020 #survivor https://www.instagram.com/p/B91NGnIFMDa/?igshid=dmfuqi4kw8yn

[thakehosle]

i took on the entire abyss of sorrow to love you, come what may; leaving behind my life of comfort, of pleasure--what happens, happens;

oh you, get up from your seat in the school of cerebrality; come sit with me at the bar where lovers sit; come drink from this cup of self-destruction, of self-effacement; now, at last, say with me, darling: what happens, happens;

i begin telling her the struggles of my sojourn; she smiles--graceful, elegant--what happens, happens;

and here we are on this plane of consciousness, in the dead of night; it’s almost the first morning on adam’s earth; come, let’s go--what happens, happens

(it is okay for love to only ever be an avalanche crushing your throat; threatening to leave you homeless, without a father; heart and life lines orthogonal on your palms; a kiss that you experience only on an earth before adam; you aren’t the first one; you won’t be the last)

[98huny]

#thispoem ♡ #williamblake

[x-and-whyyy]

Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pag tahan at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pag luha. Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pananahimik at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pag sasalita. Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pag alis at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pananatili. Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko sa iyo pag limot at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo sakin pag pili. Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pag bitiw at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pag kapit. Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pag layo at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pag lapit. Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pag suko at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo pag sugal. Patawarin mo ako sa hindi ko pagkamuhi sa iyo at patatawarin kita sa hindi mo sa akin pagmamahal. Patatawarin kita pero patatawarin mo rin ako. 

Ang Huling Tula na Isusulat Ko Para Sa'yo — Juan Miguel Severo

[pawsandrememberlove]

that’s how it goes when your head and heart are in different time zones— you often don’t find out till tomorrow what you felt today. I know I do not understand the principles of leaf removal; I pile them up in glowing heaps of cadmium and orange, but I identify so much more with the entropic gusts of wind that knock them all apart again. Is it natural to be scattered?

Tony Hoagland's Totally

[mental-acquisitiveness]

once on a yellow piece of paper, he wrote a poem and he called it “chops” because that was the name of his dog. and that’s what it was about and his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mother hung it on he door and read it to his aunts that was the year father tracy took all the kids to the zoo and let them sing on the bus that was the year his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair and his mother and father kissed a lot ” and the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of x’s and he had to ask his father what the x’s meant and his father always tucked him in at night and was always there to do it once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem called “autumn” because that was the name of the season and that’s what it was all about and his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint and the kids told him that father tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews and sometimes they would burn holes that was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see santa claus and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot and his father never tucked him in at night and got mad when he cried for him to do it once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem called “innocence; a question” because that was the question about his girl and that’s what is was all about and his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door becaue he never showed her that was the year that father tracy died and he forgot how the end of apostle’s creed went and he caught his sister making out on the back porch and his mother and father never kissed or even talked and the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do and at three a.m he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem and he called it “absolutely nothing” because that’s what it was really about and he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist and he hung it on that bathroom door because he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen