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Have you seen the Feeds miniapp by @procoin? It let's casters create a feed. Of course, I chose poetry, so now I'm curating "Farcaster Poetry" on Feeds.

Have a look.

Feeds miniapp | $PRO 0xF65C3c30dd36b508E29a538B79b21e9b9E504E6C | Probots | https://farcaster.xyz/miniapps/Z77dSkB2n8FJ/feeds | docs.procoin.app

trpplffct

Meet the poets who contributed to trpplzine #0. For the pilot edition of trpplzine, we invited 7 poets and 1 artist to feature in the zine. It's high time you get to know them a little.

Next to introduce is a true Farcaster OG: @cameron. Cameron is a creator and a great energizer. He can guide you to growth as a creator. Also, he makes OK Banger, one of the original Farcaster shows. Recently, he started publishing his poetry online. Next step: onchain.
Did you know that Cameron is the one who told trpplffct creator Arjan Tupan he could be "That Poetry Guy"?

Now go watch some OK Banger. After reading Cameron's poetry of course.

https://littlefeelings.com/
https://farcaster.xyz/~/channel/okbanger

Meet the trpplzine poets!

And get trpplzine here

Meet the trpplzine poets!

And get trpplzine here

https://manifold.xyz/@trpplffct/id/4185260272

Can you feel my hands?
Can you hear me?
If so, then you are like me, lost in the dark
I tried so hard to find myself
But I got even more lost...🥀

More Tomorrow 225/365

New feature: website exclusive author’s notes!

More Tomorrow 225/365

New feature: website exclusive author’s notes!

https://gfishbone.com/more-tomorrow/mystical/

Silent are the lips of the dead but their souls are awake in the night
By william blake

No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.

Poet: John Donne (1572–1631, England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)

Where in my life do I not miss you? Where in my daily walks do I not see you in the streets? Where in my life do I not breathe you in?

This is just an opportunity to greet you and wish you good luck with your work. Yours, Franz

Franz Kafka, 1908.

❄️𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧-𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰!❄️

This snowy scene is like a page from an ancient tale, its silence inviting the heart to peace with the dance of snow on branches and empty benches; as if nature, in this moment, cloaks hidden sorrows with its whiteness and promises eternal calm, while this in-between moment paints a still pause between past and future...

2️⃣ @nothing 
My second inspiring image that made me write more
.
My beloved,
Even time has stopped here
Once, on this very bench,
I waited for you,
beneath snow that settled quiet and slow

Now, from behind this cold frame,
we both gently melt
I, in the dream of you,
and the snow, upon the bench

Here,
my breath mingles with the winter air,
and the snow, like an old friend,
settles softly on the bench
and stays still.

Daily Diary (DD)
/diary ✍️🏻 🟧🟦

                                     Nature lover🌱 Art lover and enthusiast of poetry and writing ✍🏻Amateur photographer📸

I'm a minor in real life. Just feeling alone, try to understand. Just a poem as my friend :)

Fell down,
drowning in my tears.
Alone—
I feel alone.

The ignorance
calms my rhythm,
as I try to understand
how this became.

Slowly, wake me up,
slowly, bragging—
silence, shut up.
Spit on my face,
and vanish.

Made by me
___ Ven

I speeck of myself

I write of its lonliness
From  my old notebook its gerudges

I speeck of the Garden,s

 absndoned,tree filled reasons of the

 rosy cheeks of Eve ,full and tendar 

Of the fall into  solitude
Of a  red love story in paradise

I speeck of cold silence of reasons
of my heart,s nedlesd yearning for nightingales.

That is a wonderful poem to share, Hamed. Keep that focus on love. We love it.

54 $degen

My writings revolve around feeling and love. I’m deeply inspired by Mahmoud Darwish, but my style also carries echoes of Shamloo—or, for a perspective you might know better, Albert Camus


Of course I don't get to any of them
They are great poets
In the end I just go my own way

Inflynce

"Who is journeying for freedom? The one who is already free.
Just get rid of the concept, 'I am the body, separate from
the source. You return to what you always were." 
- Papaji -

Good evening🌾 🌿

feel like it belongs here too

☁️✒️

Umbrellas are temporary shelters for broken memories
Umbrellas are souvenirs of the rain
As if written in Braille

"With love you don’t bargain. There, the choice is not yours. Love is a mirror, it reflects only your essence, if you have the courage to look in its face."

- Rumi -
Good morning🌞