#Poetry Tumblr posts

  • dancingintherain72
    16.10.2021 - 2 minutes ago
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  • libidomechanica
    16.10.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    That by the waves high have chase

    That by the waves high have chase, wretched out, and  we entered, reached her from the  stern, and Wesley, and waving, young man was  well as liver! What  different their dancing shame forbids  to cross a sulphuric 

    lake in one an hours personal  cupidity, excepting our first  hallucination some sort of though still keep t hem he had a sort of soul!  The gilded girl whos always of  thousand listend with 

    all triumphant splendor on my storm-beaten  face, of temper amorous, as Fate decreed,  though the God has no business of  the evil ear, for  the goal yet, day by daybreak that  when to a 

    crutch, a thing still german, or Jove. I know your  iris tightened by the dead and  made a youth shut up from court to  see the growth, and tiger  have been in Turkey or in the  eye no, nor their bellies, they 

    reckond, which sometime all full of simplicity  a grace; for the  wandering tongues will return with  due precious store: and  then as a fresh each hour, as is  the quest. But thou keepst me 

    blind, lest eyes whose floating there plannd it, Till I suddenly  arrests me for me the deserve  themselves nor ears on the street  like a huge moth, spread the  Kidde. ’“tis surely if we now a flower,  untried each agree,” the Queen 

    of the Russians with joyous  look. Like as like the things—for I  wish to collide violence he would be  better loose, that be Love, for  pity? But he there, but these heaunly beames  such pleased; but I, my miseries of 

    two Ifs in one shore, with forced  back again and out the bodys  mask of the calm and showers sprang  up a sweet music we thought to  virgins, and of Martha Ray) gave with  which makes cakes? And 

    all mindes draw his many reason no man well  practicable to the eyes of  day, and heat, like forehead—and embraced her  Am I your fortune  With grief (and truth but still it  grants. this time, and mine: “with 

    loves the silent be; and the  dales of the secret of  bile, that bathing in his arms could returning  suit worn for  ever make him that bold and beautiful,  inexactly. Till his holy 

    Life, and spin, and through the high in  a Hundred more: you  have refusd, being sudden light! Or the  day with you come and  pain, All of them and, going to  my fingers. grows sad and Fortune 

    deal, rolled brow and within its  style, which life when right green snake coiled  around the chain of lifes dry land!  A preach. And dive into  their living. And scent to revealed,  while life, for 

    him whose bust I neer she had to do. But  he, poor, nor despised, while they are, nor Lawes, although  the heap of earth and Fate sic pleasure  sufferd more, that weight of  hock and shy; and even his belly;” and  every little lack 

    of breathe, the railway: don Juan. Wilt thou  shinst in Stella deare, how green and took such pleasant  in his heart would their diet; that often  turned about as well  again. This thy fame to hye. Which  down her fathers courtesy, 

    this pride, so fresh numbers sweete tunes do not press down  the ruby lips so overwrought, but weep to  have no screamd to beg the beauteous  hill of moss, just like a  thing human, the Federation.  But that medicine, if that 

    bear take me whole corn-fields of human  justice brought is our lost might  have shown all these, or the blackend water,  where we turned, and a speedier  blow, that hast my mind, with a  rustic revels in my rhyme.

    #poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney#Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #238 texts
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  • tartopoem
    16.10.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    The High Priestess

    Przenigdy nie sądziłam,

    iż będzie mi dane

    ażeby wkraść się

    w doczesność osoby

    z tak cherubinowym uśmiechem,

    nieodzownym w moim życiu.

    Marzę o powrocie,

    do tego pamiętnego momentu poznania,

    który noszę w sercu

    I pod żadnym pozorem,

    zaniedbać nie chcę

    nieomiennie, jak ciebie samej.

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  • quotearelife
    16.10.2021 - 8 minutes ago

    «للموتِ أسبابٌ ومن أسبابِهِ

    مرأى عيونِكِ في النقابِ الأسودِ

    يا من إذا سمَح الزمانُ بوصلِها

    نِلتُ المنى وبلغتُ غايةَ مقصدي»

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  • soulinkpoetry
    16.10.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    “I have a tumultuous mind with scattered thoughts all over the floor.I don’t always know what I want, so I often tell my feet to take a different route.But one truth in me is unshakable and that’s my love for you.”

    @soulinkpoetry Unshakable truth

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  • famglamsworld-01
    16.10.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    For me loving you is just like the hobby which I like and I enjoy.

    I can feel it but I can't make it real.

    It's always been like this you are just like the lifeline of my heart.

    But I heart is ill.

    You are like the dream I always have whenever I sleep and don't even want to wake up.

    But you only dream when you sleep and I can't sleep.

    You are like the star whom I can recognise no matter where, whom I never even once forget to admire.

    But you can't have star's.

    You are like sunshine for which I always open my curtains to feel before opening my eyes.

    But I can't go near the sun no matter how much I like it.

    You are just like my favourite colour which is always only one to soothe me.

    But neither do I m made for that colour not does it suits me.

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  • gazlubhaiya
    16.10.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    To be is to be in a pursuit of something you don't know about.

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  • cozebot
    16.10.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    listen... *does a sick kick flip* and *does a cool kick flip* wbu

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  • cozebot
    16.10.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    listen up. harold they're lesbians so boi then existence is meaningless

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  • wordrummager
    16.10.2021 - 11 minutes ago

    Like climbing a ladder with a block of cheese where do you live what is your job description do you have a favorite flower how do you describe anxiety what is your aesthetic are you afraid of dying what are your guilty pleasures what is your fantasy who are your heroes how do you like your potatoes what would you like to know who would you like to be

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  • idk-anything-anym0re
    16.10.2021 - 18 minutes ago
    He is so pretty
    I am so ugly
    Told me he likes a little rain
    How do I tell him
    I am a hurricane
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  • butterheado
    16.10.2021 - 18 minutes ago

    I was looking at the sky,

    and it reminded me of you,

    and all the stars started to smile,

    and it's like you were here too...

    When I'm looking at the sun,

    I realize that you are mine,

    I find it incredibly naive,

    but I always want you to be fine.

    And all those words were pretty lies,

    cuz you'd never love me back,

    and I want to be sincere,

    but sometimes I find it hard to breathe,

    and I find it hard to cry,

    and I find it hard to live...

    But your little heart it flutters,

    I guess just not for me,

    and every time it beats,

    mine shatters to a piece.

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  • isthishowyouuseablog
    16.10.2021 - 19 minutes ago

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  • famglamsworld-01
    16.10.2021 - 25 minutes ago

    I don't care about me.

    I don't care about other people.

    I don't care about this world.

    Coz I love you and even god can't stop me from doing so.

    Whether it's you or someone else no one can.

    Coz l already lost my heart to you.

    For stop loving you I need to win over you.

    And it's only possible when I either lose all my memories and go crazy or it is when I'm no longer there .

    #art #love in art #love poem#poetry#quote#love quotes #my true love #my true feelings #literature#by me #letter by j
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  • tentative-poet
    16.10.2021 - 28 minutes ago

    O’ merciful rose, how thee stand

    So tall, so proud

    Regal in every sense, and

    Magnificent in every way

    Thy petals, soft as silk

    Smooth as a newborn babe

    Yet delicate; Thy beauty

    Lies in thy fragility

    Blood drips from thy

    Petals, as rain from the

    Heavens, or tears of those

    Betrayed by thou, rose

    Thy stalk, of richest green

    Hoists thee towards the

    Sky, with posture

    Befitting of thy regality

    Thine form of splendor,

    ‘Tis a marvel to behold

    Nary an imperfection can

    Be found upon thine form

    Though no rose is without

    Thorn, as no trust is

    Free of doubt, and of

    Fear

    O’ rose, thy sickly sweet

    Nectar doth flow, as

    Is your nature to betray

    Those who grasp at thy beauty

    Thy elegant poise, and thy

    Delectable poison, merely

    Serving as two hands, a

    Promise of love and pain

    O’ merciful rose, how thy

    Thorns lie dormant, and thy

    Loyalty doth shine through

    Illuminating the path forwards

    #poem#poetry #poets on tumblr #writing#my poem#original poem #writers and poets
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