دوستت دارم شبیه میلِ برگشتن به خانه هر کجا که باشم، هر قدر که دور! تهِ تمامِ راه‌هایم، دلم می‌خواهد روزم کنار تو تمام شود✨

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William Shakespeare, dispensa comentários.

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ITAP of a poem in a contemporary art museum

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Sleep peacefully tonight. 🌙 Maybe today didn’t go the way you wanted, but tomorrow is another chance to start again. Keep going. Your best days are still ahead. ✨ Good night. 🤍

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QC your art and say nothing.

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Que linda essa biblioteca, fica no RJ.

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gm /poetry members “Do not cast your tresses to the wind, lest you leave me undone…” — Hafez زُلف بر باد مده، تا ندهی بر بادم... -حافظ

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Orvieto Once I happened upon a walled city in the sky, floating over catacombs. Dead bodies beneath,  ripe apricots above.  Bones of rapists and innocents pushed down a 54 meter well.  A oneway ticket on the Funicular 1 euro 30.  Tourists brace their suitcases, they slide down the incline as I continue to move upwards.  Slippery cobblestone walkways transport me to a spectacular Duomo. There is a disorienting sense of movement here as I try to make my way through winding streets.  An unmarked Synagogue, surviving only through stories and whispers heard from low balconies. Their words almost at ear level, clothing hung from bowed lines,  draping from one window to another like icing on a cake.  I could get lost here and stay forever.  Everyone in Orvieto is either climbing towards the heavens or disappearing beneath the earth.  Neverending spirals reach for deliverance, tiny mosaics embedded on the outside of the Duomo as if to reassure the onlooker it is possible.  My family crest on the doorsteps and the coils,  proving the true lineage of your savior. I am banished to the underworld, descending into darkness. A double helix carrying my body into the earth, the fortunate ascend. Their salvation is my degradation.  I see them from across the water but our paths never meet.  I am unable or perhaps unwilling to leave.  Outside the moon teases me, lingering in the sky above the clock tower. Again I find myself ascending,  the steep steps take me higher.  Can I touch the moon? The stone of the Duomo is covered in stripes, it reminds me of detainment camp uniforms.  An enormous spectacle, gothic beauty set in grandeur against the purple night.  It’s Saturday evening and I stand erect in the courtyard, swimming in the stillness of it all, My bones searching and finding solace inside the Duomo.  Pointed suns glow outwards.  Their rays hit the white of my eyes and bounce off glass stained like dragon fly wings.  Only worshippers allowed in the Capella del Corporale. I sit in the pews and think about sex. Nobody knows.  The most beautiful sounds rise into the dome. I am drawn to the center of the church,  the grand pipe organ hovering over the entrance to the Capella del Corporale. On my right the mobile console, the keyboard and pedal fixed into the floor.  Toccatas and Fugues reverberate through my body, starting in the pit of my stomach and inching up into my throat.  Crushing my heart with every keystroke until my eyes weep with joy.  The tune covers me like a warm blanket, the hum in my ears traps me under its heavy melody. The air is sucked out of the room, pulling me into eternal sleep.  I am afraid.  I will suffocate. Submitting is too pleasurable. The world closes in around me.  contained in the afterglow,  shrouded in secrecy,  I find my final resting place. /poetry

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Sometimes, out of nowhere, your scent finds me, Mom and for a few seconds, I forget how far I am from your arms. I breathe in deeper… Maybe longing is the fragrance of someone we love, lingering on our soul🥺✨❤️💛

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Celebrating onchain poetry has many forms. One of them is collecting celebrations of onchain poets. Support @trpplffct by tipping or just sending some coins. All proceeds go to celebrating onchain poets and their magical works.

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When I sit alone in my room When the sky is dark and night is falling I realize that a large part of my soul You took with you, like an apple...

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We have a winner!!! Congrats to @samanthaeharvey for winning the found poetry /poidh bounty by @kazani. We loved this one. The bounty and the claim

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A fossilised time slice — Samantha E. Harvey [SEH]

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“What you seek is seeking you. Open the door, and let your soul remember.” ✨ -Rumi

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