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A Poet's Point Of View
A collection of poetry based on the poet's perspective of different things.
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the life of a teenager is a stressful and confusing one. although it may not seem like it, every teenager struggles with those six years of their lives. Read to see the thoughts of one teenager.for more poems check out my book "happiness and heartbreak"don't be a ghost reader, vote, comment, share please!
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[ ] open[ x ] closed for now (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, PREMADES ARE STILL AVAILABLE)covers, premades and collabsby mika taylor
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a girl gets a new classmate. hes annoying. she hates him. he thinks shes annoying. he hates her....well, at least thats what they claim.---this is for a little challenge im doing in which i write like a paragraph, maybe two, each day, turn it into a poem, and make each into a story! kinda like the format of "the door of no return" if any of yall have read it??updates daily, or every other day if i get lazy.sudden lack of updates for a week probably means i abandoned this.
Four Degrees of Separation
A first book of 60 poemsBlurbs:Potkar speaks with the cutting clarity of a woman wholly engaged with the world. She writes from the gilded moment vulnerability becomes knowledge, and then when knowledge becomes wisdom. The result, in all cases, is the poem: clever and crafted to a kind of broken perfection-the cracks show, but the shattered places are dusted with powdered gold. "If a day is a life, a word is a story," Potkar writes. Her poetry condenses life into a gilded day, a story into a single word, as only a masterful poet can do it, or a woman can feel it. Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta Four degrees of separation is a book to be opened like pulling down the covers of a lovers' bed, pages of poems like sheets to be inhaled, scents that will invade dreams. Jaguars stalk through these poems; mangoes, the sweet, salty vinegar of bodies in love, bodies falling out of love--and the city of Bombay too is omnipresent, ripe with cats and blossoms, heaps of saris, "anklets clinking to camel bells." This book is a conversation, an invitation to heed the advice of a wise grandmother, who says, "Don't love a man more than he knows what to do with it/like chocolate over a child's face/or a small body in a large shirt....love him a little less/So he comes, wagging his desires." This book is also a cry of lament to a grandmother who "cherished sons over daughters." The tangles of lovers, of love lost, and of family relationships, all fuel these poems. We are all connected, for better and for worse, these poems insist, as an aunt "searched for zeros in every person/like ingredients in a soup." "A grudge is a wound that never seeks healing," writes Potkar in one of the many wise observations guiding this collection, where even amidst the chaos of life and love, "every tree holds the silence of the earth/under its armpits." Rachel RoseAvailable for worldwide distribution only here: https://www.paperwall.in/books/78/Four-Degrees-Of-Separation
A Collection of Subpar Poetry
Short and free verse or long with a thought out rhythm, these are the poems I write with wisdom. Just kidding, I'm a jerk with feelings and I don't know anything about the world. This is how I deal with that.(11.24.2015 update: These were written in 2014. I thought about updating them or taking them down but I like that I can see how I've changed over time. Even this summary is cheesy. But it's fine. I'll leave it be.)
Poems
A small collection of poems all hand typed and made up by the one and only Im_Snazzy. Idek who or what half of these are about tbh. Also soz that they're out of order and if you read them in the order they're published you'd probably have no clue what's going on especially since "you" refers to at least 5 different people. But I was adding them as I found them and this is the order I found them in. Also IDK why half the tags attached to this are desserts. 14 year old me was weird.Anyway, welcome to the haikus, prose, and incoherent ramblings of a sleep deprived and very moody self proclaimed cynic.