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to fall in love: a collection of sixteen poems on the truths of first love. that not quite feeling o
to fall in love: a collection of sixteen poems on the truths of first love. that not quite feeling o
“Take a body, dump it, drive. Take a body, maybeyour own, and dump it gently. All your dead,unfinish
“Take a body, dump it, drive. Take a body, maybeyour own, and dump it gently. All your dead,unfinish
sourwolf: #Leon is impressed that even after all this time the romance isn’t dead #all of the faces 
sourwolf: #Leon is impressed that even after all this time the romance isn’t dead #all of the faces 
dwellerinthelibrary:emmadelosnardos:And they said that formal perfection was dead?holy shit
dwellerinthelibrary:emmadelosnardos:And they said that formal perfection was dead?holy shit
rudyvitkauskas: but poetry, beauty, romance, love. these are what we stay alive for. - dead poets so
rudyvitkauskas: but poetry, beauty, romance, love. these are what we stay alive for. - dead poets so
deleosdella: “The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats
deleosdella: “The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats
weltenwellen:Ada Limón, from “The Great Blue Heron Of Dunbar Road”, Bright Dead T
weltenwellen:Ada Limón, from “The Great Blue Heron Of Dunbar Road”, Bright Dead T
no one believed there was life in the dark corners of the ceiling,where the moonlight woul
no one believed there was life in the dark corners of the ceiling,where the moonlight woul
can we echo louder than butterflies, louder than mistakes, and death, and shadows?
can we echo louder than butterflies, louder than mistakes, and death, and shadows?
heartsextractedfor each otherwarm and dripping,a cycle of lonelinesscomingto an end.
heartsextractedfor each otherwarm and dripping,a cycle of lonelinesscomingto an end.
it’s peculiar,the power of dustfound in the cold spaceswe dream abouteyes openand bre
it’s peculiar,the power of dustfound in the cold spaceswe dream abouteyes openand bre
the depth of a universelooking down at usas we try to find our waywith shoes untied. 
the depth of a universelooking down at usas we try to find our waywith shoes untied. 
stars are delicate, we both know that, like hearts or glass jars filled to the brim with dreams and
stars are delicate, we both know that, like hearts or glass jars filled to the brim with dreams and
what is the distance of life, and how much time does it take to travel through?
what is the distance of life, and how much time does it take to travel through?
Dead Poets Society, 1989, Robin Williams
Dead Poets Society, 1989, Robin Williams
phantom limb - h.w
phantom limb - h.w
the loss of love 
the loss of love 
day old clouds 
day old clouds 
ibuzoo: Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | dead eyes I wonder if the sky above you has the same ichor-t
ibuzoo: Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | dead eyes I wonder if the sky above you has the same ichor-t
Dead Poetry (excerpt)
Dead Poetry (excerpt)
i never forgot the silence after a good story.
i never forgot the silence after a good story.
we’ll give life to these embers with our lungs, hoping the sun  reignites.
we’ll give life to these embers with our lungs, hoping the sun  reignites.
believers of today, believers of tomorrow, keep believing, keep believing it will all make sense.
believers of today, believers of tomorrow, keep believing, keep believing it will all make sense.
worn memories - h.w
worn memories - h.w
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