Real Gods

a blog for quotes and poetry

[havingapoemwithyou]

the years by Alex Dimitrov

[plasmapop]

10/07/2026 • jumps on the bandwagon. so we’re doing double dactyls now i guess

[soracities]

“(I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am)”

— Walt Whitman, from “[Hours Continuing Long, Sore and Heavy-hearted] (Rejected Poems), Leaves of Grass

[candiedspit]

Today’s Paris Review daily poem 🕯🕯🕯

[pronouncingitwang]

[image text:

Emily Moore

Girls

Ava taught me how to smoke / in the woods behind our high-school dorm. / We lay back laughing in the dirt. / Smoke crowned her like a diadem.

Once she lined the shower stall / with leaves and water hissed like rain / as I washed her long black hair. / She was drunk. We were sixteen.

Later there were other girls / who led me up dark, narrow steps, / or gave me drugs in Montreal, / or slid both hands beneath my hips.

But Ava was before all that. / There were no words for what we did.

/end ID]

[strangerconnection]

you know, i don't remember

[januaryhoney]

Late Spring, Mary Oliver

[extollingtheeveryday]

[carfuckerlynch]

hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall

[carfuckerlynch]

THANK YOU @witchoflight it is indeed "on traveling together" by Kayleb Rae Candrilli

[mothprincess]

Mary Oliver, from The Journey

[luvyouforever-deactivated201810]

emily berry

[biracy]

[Text ID: I was very young when I was cracked open. / Some things you should let go of / Others you shouldn’t / Views differ as to which / I kept hold of everything, just in case. End ID]

[heteroglossia]

“My brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless but it is right; for all is like the ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the world.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 

[great-gatsby-deactivating]

every reread kills me a little bit more

[great-gatsby-deactivating]

reread and enjoy <3

[ladybugpdf-deactivated20250512]

grieving cain by june hart

[ultrawistful]

little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

[kata4a]

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so, And spedde as wel in love as men now do.

chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde c. 1380

[youzicha]

glossary: eek also and even tho at the time prys great value wonder a cause for astonishment nyce stupid spedde succeeded

You know the form of language, too, can change. Within a thousand years, even the words that were most precious then, seem strange and foolish to us; yet they spoke them so and did no worse in love than we now do.

[alaahygge]

this morning i read this poem with a girl i tutor (who’s not a big fan of poetry) and she loved it. thank you paula bohince.

[boykeats]

[ID: the poem 'as bee' by paula bohince. poem text reads,

"Forgive my trespass, I mistook for work a crown of raspberries and custard. Thank you, tartlet, thank you, Miss, for arranging it on a doily on a saucer, thank you, Nature for these hypnotizing concentrics. My mother (did I have one?) was likewise hypnotic. My queen, she used and tossed me, thoughtless, from the palace. But this isn’t a poem of woe. I’m illiterate to that emotion. Spackled with sugar, I’ve swum through dispassionate debris. I’m ready to lie, freakish and freezing, in a berry. This is my first and only spring on earth. I get it. I’m free as an orphan who’s aged out of a baffling system. Still, the snowfall mornings. Still, the rosy sometimes. To be alone in this world is fatal. I accept that. It was all a blur, anyway. No biography. A complicated coin paid my passage. Thank you. I won’t be returning."

/end ID]

[feral-ballad]

Donika Kelly, from Bestiary: Poems; “Little Box”