Posts Tagged: poetry
Samuel Lover on non-transactional love #quote #lovepoetry
I think you need to hear this today: “Come live in my heart and pay no rent.” Samuel Lover mjanecolette TellMe@mjanecolette.com WANT LOVE LETTERS? đź’•Â SIGN UP FOR LOVE LETTERS & GET A FREE BOOK! 💕
Samuel Lover on non-transactional love #quote #lovepoetry
I think you need to hear this today: “Come live in my heart and pay no rent.” Samuel Lover mjanecolette TellMe@mjanecolette.com WANT LOVE LETTERS? đź’•Â SIGN UP FOR LOVE LETTERS & GET A FREE BOOK! 💕
Jack Gilbert on flying and failing #poetry #icarus
You know how the “moral” from the myth of Icarus is to not fly too close to the sun? Jack Gilbert has a different view: Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It’s the same when love comes to an end,
Jack Gilbert on flying and failing #poetry #icarus
You know how the “moral” from the myth of Icarus is to not fly too close to the sun? Jack Gilbert has a different view: Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It’s the same when love comes to an end,
Screw Chocolate Countdown: Ode to Me by Tanysia Komers
Time for our seventh Valentine of 2018 and the game–is this one going to be filthy or sweet? Sometimes, it’s kind of hard to tell! Photography by Leslie Pringle //Â wrrldgrrl.com About the author:Â Tanysia Komers is a tall thing with itchy
Screw Chocolate Countdown: Ode to Me by Tanysia Komers
Time for our seventh Valentine of 2018 and the game–is this one going to be filthy or sweet? Sometimes, it’s kind of hard to tell! Photography by Leslie Pringle //Â wrrldgrrl.com About the author:Â Tanysia Komers is a tall thing with itchy
Screw Chocolate Countdown: Dear Sarah by Dana Stan
So… February’s coming up. And you know what that means… Time for some filthy Valentines… and some sweet ones, too. Photography by Leslie Pringle //Â wrrldgrrl.com Luscious, tender words by Dana Stan. About the poet: Dana Stan is still working on
Screw Chocolate Countdown: Dear Sarah by Dana Stan
So… February’s coming up. And you know what that means… Time for some filthy Valentines… and some sweet ones, too. Photography by Leslie Pringle //Â wrrldgrrl.com Luscious, tender words by Dana Stan. About the poet: Dana Stan is still working on
KARMA, in PRONOUNS by Marzena Czarnecka
The insides of my thighs are punctured with little round bruises, each the size of a puckered mouth. “Who are those from,” they ask, touching them tenderly then pressing hard, to hurt, in jealousy, anger. “They’re from practicing the Crow,”
KARMA, in PRONOUNS by Marzena Czarnecka
The insides of my thighs are punctured with little round bruises, each the size of a puckered mouth. “Who are those from,” they ask, touching them tenderly then pressing hard, to hurt, in jealousy, anger. “They’re from practicing the Crow,”
The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi
This was a present to me on my birthday from someone I love, and now I am thrilled to share it with you… The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi They say death of a swan, this beautiful
The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi
This was a present to me on my birthday from someone I love, and now I am thrilled to share it with you… The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi They say death of a swan, this beautiful
My love has sent no letter
I am heart-sick, because… My love has sent no letter for a long time now…I´ve heard no salutations from him, no inquiries, not one word… I´ve written him a hundred times, But that hard’riding King Has sent no emissary back,
My love has sent no letter
I am heart-sick, because… My love has sent no letter for a long time now…I´ve heard no salutations from him, no inquiries, not one word… I´ve written him a hundred times, But that hard’riding King Has sent no emissary back,
Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda
porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,
Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda
porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,
Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski
This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for
Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski
This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for
Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,
Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,
Talking To My Body / Anna Swir
TALKING TO MY BODY / Anna Swir My body, you are an animal whose appropriate behavior is concentration and discipline. An effort of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi. Well trained, you may become for me a
Talking To My Body / Anna Swir
TALKING TO MY BODY / Anna Swir My body, you are an animal whose appropriate behavior is concentration and discipline. An effort of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi. Well trained, you may become for me a
Chain you to my body / Hafiz
CHAIN YOU TO MY BODY All These words Are just a front. What I would really like to do is Chain you to my body, Then sing for days And days and Days About God. Translation is always dangerous, and
Chain you to my body / Hafiz
CHAIN YOU TO MY BODY All These words Are just a front. What I would really like to do is Chain you to my body, Then sing for days And days and Days About God. Translation is always dangerous, and
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] by e.e. cummings
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] by e.e. cummings
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my
love is a place by e.e. cummings
love is a place love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes life (skillfully curled) all worlds e.e.cummings ORDERS: enormous SMALLNESS:
love is a place by e.e. cummings
love is a place love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes life (skillfully curled) all worlds e.e.cummings ORDERS: enormous SMALLNESS:
Irving Layton on poetry and orgasm
“If poetry is like an orgasm, an academic can be likened to someone who studies the passion stains on the bedsheets.” – Irving Layton ORDERS: Have a non-academic orgasm with a poet.
Irving Layton on poetry and orgasm
“If poetry is like an orgasm, an academic can be likened to someone who studies the passion stains on the bedsheets.” – Irving Layton ORDERS: Have a non-academic orgasm with a poet.
Hafiz on desire
I will not deny what I desire. My lips want your lips, not a substitute. – Hafiz (Hafez) Me: Oh, fuck, yes! You: He’s talking about Allah, God, the Divine, you know, you heathen whore. Me: He. Is. Not. You: He is.
Hafiz on desire
I will not deny what I desire. My lips want your lips, not a substitute. – Hafiz (Hafez) Me: Oh, fuck, yes! You: He’s talking about Allah, God, the Divine, you know, you heathen whore. Me: He. Is. Not. You: He is.
Buying the Whore by Anne Sexton
Buying the Whore You are the roast beef I have purchased and I stuff you with my very own onion. You are a boat I have rented by the hour and I steer you with my rage until you run
Buying the Whore by Anne Sexton
Buying the Whore You are the roast beef I have purchased and I stuff you with my very own onion. You are a boat I have rented by the hour and I steer you with my rage until you run
Sylvia Plath on love, sex and madness
First, I want you to read this: A mad girl’s love song / Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up
Sylvia Plath on love, sex and madness
First, I want you to read this: A mad girl’s love song / Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up
m jane colette 