They Don’t Make Poems For Girls Like Me
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...
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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...
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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.
As the days get warmer and white carnations turn red, these micro-poems reflect the softness of summer. These poems, by both our writers and contributors, sketch this season, grain...
A small blue hush across the Old West...
“The heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all.” Lord Byron....
Welcome to June! Here are 10 June poems to enjoy throughout this month, from a diverse group of classic and […] The post June Poems – Ten Favorite Poems For this Summer Month! appe...
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Panegyric poetry constitutes the largest single body of work within the Omani poetic tradition. This is evident in many surviving diwans, from those of Ibn Duraid, al Sattali, Al K...
A sample of Poetry Postcards printed with my photos and words, to be left on the table at my monthly...
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...
Works by Dr Samuel Johnson, Wendy Cope, and Robert Browning are read aloud in a series of poignant short films about grief
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...
Four doodles using one colour-blue something or other....
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. ...
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