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poetry recs

okay so i’m finally doing this because i have put it off for too long now and it’s literally been weighing on my conscience. i’m modeling it after emma’s rec list, which is amazing, and you should definitely check out. also like i know the line between established and online poets can be kind of blurred but i’m gonna do my best. alright here we go.

ESTABLISHED POETS

richard siken: little beast, scheherazade, snow and dirty rain, litany in which certain things are crossed out, war of the foxes, landscape with a blur of conquerors, seaside improvisation, the language of the birds, saying your names

margaret atwood: helen of troy does counter dancing, quattrocento, the saints, they are hostile nations, the poet has come back

pablo neruda: sonnet xvii, sonnet xvi, the queen, ode to a cluster of violets, september 8th

jeanann verlee: finally i allow him the pen, polyamory, with knives, lessons on loving a prophet

jeannine hall gailey: the little mermaid has no regrets, she justifies running away, introduction to the body in fairy tales, the secret life of the forest, when the princess becomes the prophet, okay, ophelia

sylvia plath: lady lazarus, three women, the jailer, fever 103°, electra on azalea path

mary oliver: a settlement, wild geese, in blackwater woods

INTERNET POETS

azra.t (5000letters): take me to church, howl, prideful of lions, whale song, these wrists, these eyes, these praying hands, no grave can hold my body down

caitlyn siehl (alonesomes): a list of facts dressed up as a poem, start here, spectacular bodies, four in the morning, haunting, a prayer

ashe vernon (latenightcornerstone): backwash, profane, anatomy of a relapse, i didn’t speak at the funeral

madeleine christie (vespairs): letters to an insomniac, pandora absolved, the man of twists and turns, to be/not to be, the nature of living, girl/gone

a. davida jane (wefragilehumans): salt, non est, halfway into the lake, arbores, apollo 11, the house of pindar, a study in restoration

darshana suresh (afterthelonely): oblivion, overcrowded thoughts & overwhelming time, the love story, growth

emma bosacki (agooduniverse/daedalians): lunar observation, when my mother tells me that my grandmother finally knows, creature map, the times where i want to touch you but do not touch you, easy terror or love that sounds the same, schism, split, a hillside, a schoolyard at dusk, eurydice speech

clementine von radics (clementinevonradics): kim kardashian redux, for teenage girls with wild ambition and trembling hearts, all that’s left to tell

POEMS

bob hicok, other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem

danez smith, tonight in oakland

catie rosemurgy, peach

kirsten uhde, for her

michael ondaatje, the cinnamon peeler

blythe baird, theories about the universe

yasmin belkhyr, fishtails by the sycamore tree

frank o’hara, mediations in an emergency

ocean vuong, torso of air

warsan shire, and were you being good to yourself?

marty mcconnell, zoo

t.s. eliot, the love song of j. alfred prufrock 

suji kwock kim, monologue for an onion

jorge luis borges, two labyrinths

ilse bendorf, catch a body

shinji moon, i love you

kristina haynes, i don’t know how to make a poem out of this

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[kafk-a]

Ocean Vuong, from Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong

[seirxi]

Disclaimer: I’m completely self taught so my art is not necessarily anatomically correct nor realistic. This is just how I personally draw shoes.

Chunky Big Shoes !! Shoes are one of my absolute favorite things to draw so I’m glad you like how I draw them! these are the only real tips I have lmao. I always just make a vague shape (sorta,,,looks like a cartoon steak or smthn) and then draw the shoes.