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“The heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all.” Lord Byron....
A poem about thru hiking The post A Poem from Mile 800 appeared first on The Trek.
In the chest, and cheeks, it bubbles, rising – Hands clench, teeth grit, breath stills, it spills. The post Poem: Reflections on joy appeared first on The Oxford Student.
Drink as if in a dream of lovers. The post Poem: Triton, Oxford 1857 appeared first on The Oxford Student.
they don’t make poems for girls like methe ones who laugh too loud and cry quietlythe ones who love like it’ll save the worldbut pretend they don’t care when it hurtsi’m not the ty...
My throat is warm, but I have no interest in singing. Pomegranates gleam but are too difficult to peel. And I have never liked henna. The post Poem: Tanha Shudam appeared first o...
The poet is proud, and humbled by readers...
A parliament of owls will gather round to have a chat,...
The post The Astonishing Act of Running: A Poem by Angie Funtanilla appeared first on iRunFar. A poem celebrating the body's ability to run. The Astonishing Act of Running: A Poem...
I picture myself, picturing us. It is the morning of the first and the night of the 30th I, inebriated by your eyes, look up at your limelight. In the year before you laid your hea...
“Old Saint Peabody Peabody Peabody” sings the White-throated Sparrow. My song of the summer – notes that summon vacation at will.
Small brown birds toy in the sludge and bracken. The coal bodies of dead shrubs. An aftermath of wine in the early evening. Ethical hallucinations. ...
A breath unspools — a spiral of no destination within it stillness. I search for serenity in silence; for dignity in tedium. The post Poem: Niksen appeared first on The Oxford...
I carried the moon until the salt burned, my eyes....
A small blue hush across the Old West...
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