OC Poetry
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The Weight I Cannot Learn To Bear (OC)
lemmy.dbzer0.com The Weight I Cannot Learn To Bear (OC) - Divisions by zeroThis is a villanelle I wrote about how terrified I’ve been as I enter adulthood while my parents age. Its one of the most personal things I’ve ever written.
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The Worthy Soul
Started this when I read a short story by Borges where I loved the line, 'he was seeking a soul worthy of taking its place in the universe'. Now this poem does not build upon any of the ideas of said story but borrows a beautiful line which I'll credit both Borges and the translator (I forgot who) for.
This is one of my few direct and simple to digest poems. Hope y'all like it.
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Learning Image and Description Opening the luminous door in your writing. BY Rachel Richardson
www.poetryfoundation.org Learning Image and DescriptionPoems, readings, poetry news and the entire 110-year archive of POETRY magazine.
'You can think of imagery as an entryway into a poem: a physical realm allowing us to explore the mind of the poet.'
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Hanged Man
Between two trees, he sways— one root in the earth, one reaching sky, bound by a thread of light to the quiet pull of space. His head tips down, but his eyes turn inward, searching the seams of shadow for a crack, a tremor, a way out of the silence.
Coins spill from his hands, not gold but weightless, each one a thought discarded, a truth left hanging like breath caught between worlds.
Suspended, he becomes the question— neither here nor there, but hung in the aching space where the body bends to dream.
Red and white, his blood sings the song of every sacrifice, a rhythm lost in the sky’s endless reach. He sways, not from wind, but from the soft unraveling of the ground beneath him.
To hang is to listen, to let go, to cling only to the pull of the unseen, the rope a tether to the self he cannot yet name.
He is offered to himself, and the trees— those pillars of thought— stand silent, waiting for him to fall, or rise. !20241105_185549
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The Ballad of the Tower and the Flame
Never was really happy with this. But the first poem I wrote, I was glad I could make the structure work.
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In Honour of an Anarchist Hero Bhagat Singh
lemmy.dbzer0.com A poem I wrote in honor of Anarchist Bhagat Singh an accompanying Wikipedia article. - Divisions by zerohttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhagat_Singh [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhagat_Singh]
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An Introduction.
Hello, fellow poets and poetry lovers!
I’m excited to open this new chapter here at OC Poetry! I’ve recently started to appreciate the ability of poetry to be a powerful way to express, reflect, and connect, and I’m looking forward to be a part of a community that values original voices and fresh perspectives.
In the days and weeks ahead, I’ll be sharing some of my own work with you all. From new poems to reflections on my writing process and personal interpretations, I hope my posts will spark some meaningful conversations and maybe even inspire others to share their thoughts, too.
I'm also here to learn from you! If you’re posting your own work, analysis, or poetry insights, I’ll be looking forward to reading, discussing, and celebrating what you have to offer. I would love your critique too.
Here’s to an inspiring journey of words and ideas! Let’s build a supportive space together—one that’s rich with creativity and thoughtful exchange. Happy writing and reading, everyone!
With love; Lacanoodle.