Poetries crafted by ink(s)

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[hapless-hollow]

“How I wish I could dine on a banquet of you.”

— Helaena C Moon

[weltenwellen]

Chelsea Dingman, from “Notes on Inheritance“

[hapless-hollow]

“I have been educated - in perfect bleeding - about the merciless eclipse of cruelty, that resides within all men.”

Helaena C Moon  .  instagram  .  helaena.c.moon

[langleavpoetry]

[stainedglassgardens]

“I need to love someone who can, by lightly, lightly stroking my flesh, tear open this reality, rip my flesh open until I bleed.”

— Kathy Acker, I Dreamt I Was a Nymphomaniac: Imagining

[megairea]

“Bury your heart in some deep green hollow Or hide it up in a kind old tree; Better still, give it the swallow When she goes over the sea.”

— Charlotte Mew, from Saturday Market

[megairea]

“Then lie you straight on your bed for a short, short weeping And still, for a long, long rest, There’s never a one in the town so sure of sleeping As you, in the house on the down with a hole in your breast. Think no more of the swallow, Forget, you, the sea, Never again remember the deep green hollow Or the top of the kind old tree!”

— Charlotte Mew, from Saturday Market

[megairea]

“But first I want your life: – before I die I want to see The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes,”

— Charlotte Mew, from The Road to the Sea

[megairea]

“I don’t believe in Devils, In hell or hell’s black art: I only trust your eyes now, And your devil’s heart.”

— Heinrich Heine, from “I don’t believe in Heaven” (tr. by A.S. Kline)

[le-immorte]

“As if I am an inanition, a chasm, a desolation. A ruin that has started to beat and has gained a macabre pulse. I am the feeling of frozen brume settled on hiemal hands on a chill filled afternoon. I am the weep of the storms; I am also as if, the black swan moribund, on an iced lake which lost its way somehow to its home; the savagery of winds, I am nature’s reaping, a brier’s licking of blood. I am the crack of death amidst the deep winter’s sleep.”

— Channing M, The Monochrome of Darkness (via de-morte)

[elsa-bertrand]

Aux lisières du soir, nul ne demande plus à l’ombre d’où elle vient ni qui elle est.

Edmond Jabes

[mango-season]

Trista Mateer, "Baggage", from Honeybee

[foreigngods]

I WILL BE THE KNIFE THIS TIME.

prayer for the newly damned, ocean vuong / unknown / mercy, yves olade / cut, caitlyn siehl

[metamorphesque]

― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[daweyt]

“““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.””

—

— Ocean Vuong, from “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”

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my favorite poetry books (free PDF or epub)

the complete maya angelou

don't call us dead by danez smith

all the flowers kneeling by paul tran

time is a mother by ocean vuong

madness by sam sax

mayakovsky's revolver by matthew dickman

soft science by franny choi

thief in the interior by phillip b williams

ariel by sylvia plath

calling a wolf a wolf by kaveh akbar

together and by ourselves by alex dimitrov

not here by hieu minh nguyen

brute by emily skaja

post colonial love poem by natalie diaz

unaccompanied by javier zamora

prelude to bruise by saeed jones

howl & other poems by allen ginsberg

the big book of exit strategies by jamaal may

look by solmaz sharif

the crown ain't worth much by hanif abdurraqib

eyes bottle dark with a mouthful of flowers by jake skeets

finna by nate marshall

autopsy by donte collins

a place called no homeland by kai cheng thom

lunch poems by frank o'hara

lessons on expulsion by erika l sanchez

the new testament by jericho brown

said the manic to the muse by jeanann verlee

space struck by paige lewis

safe houses i have known by steve healey

the wound is a world by billy-ray belcourt

nature poem by tommy pico

owed by josua bennett

felon by reginald dwayne betts

come on all you ghosts by matthew zapruder

bluets by maggie nelson

life of the poetry by olivia gatwood

perennial by kelly forsythe

contradictions in the design by matthew olzmann

the big smoke by adrian matejka

peluda by melissa lozada-oliva

american sonnets for my past & future assassins by terrance hayes

king me by roger reeves

in a dream you saw a way to survive by clementine von radics