#poetry
sorry for all the depressing stuff lately, I’m just trying to deal with things
Irene - “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee
Seulgi - “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines” by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
Wendy - “Eurydice” by H.D.
so for your arrogance
I am broken at last,
I who had lived unconscious,
who was almost forgot
Joy - “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yeri - “Pretty” by Stevie Smith
Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and you’ll be able
Very soon not even to cry pretty
And so be delivered entirely from humanity
This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty.
really wish my brain would actually let me be happy for once
It’s good to recover in ourselves
lost loves, or reconcile ourselves to an affront,
but if life pent up inside weighs you down,
take it out of doors.
Throw open the windows, or go down
into the crowd; you’ll see how little it takes
to cheer you up: an animal, a game,
or, dressed in blue,
a shop-boy with a wheelbarrow
clearing the street with a loud voice,
who, if he finds the slightest downward slope,
runs no more, but flies.
The streets are full of people at that hour
who don’t keep quiet after dodging him.
The noisier the uproar and the wrath,
the more he swings his hips and sings.
“I want to see God’s face, to lick the white of his eye, to order / him to die for me again.”—Traci Brimhall, from “Crime and Punishment,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod
NEW YORK
Oh New York ! Oh New York !
When will I see you again
The memories have faded but those feelings remained from when our story began,
The misty eastern breeze touching past my face,
The smell of burning gas from the ford going at pace,
The wet streets, the smokey aisles,
the noisy kids you can hear from miles.
Oh New York I have felt you and let me feel you again.
I’ve felt the black, I’ve felt the white,
I’ve felt the snow of the winter night.
Central Park and morning dew,
A waiting line to taste the brew.
The cheap plays, the shiny lights,
The busy sidewalks every night.
Oh New York I dream of you everyday,
This poem will never be complete until I feel you again someday….!
Q: What’s the most disturbing thing you’ve ever witnessed?
Photo ID: Screenshot of Reddit thread
Response from a user named No_Pineapple6086:
I saw a guy get shot in front of a pizzeria in the Bronx. A cliche, I know, but there it is.
Reply by LegoClaes: Relevant username
Comment by @poem-for-your-sprog:
Certain themes of conversation
Resonate around the nation -
Small contentions oft repeated
Make for altercations heated.
Let us talk of all religions -
Add a dash or half a smidgen’s
Pinch of doctrine hard to swallow -
Watch the chaos shortly follow.
Let us talk of state and power -
Add a drop of Donald’s tower,
Daily news and contradiction -
Settle back and watch the friction.
Soon you’ll find you’re off debating,
Ranting, raving, raging, hating,
Never ending,
never stopping.
… let us talk of pizza topping.