Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.
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Latest Posts by literaryvein - Page 5
L. V., i found this poem tracing constellations on your back
L. V., i found this poem bathing in moonlight
L. V., i found this poem unmoving inside the green apple you left in my fridge
your page is like going to a museum; each post like a painting. Specifically the ones you weave your poems with classical paintings. i can go over the details for a long while. it feels like taking a magnifying glass to a miniature work of art to fully appreciate the little touches; and when i step back, i see the whole painting -- the bigger picture. thank you for the experience.
This is far too lovely. Thank you, dear stranger. You made my heart feel a little less heavy today.
You're too kind, thank you! And YOU write so beautifully. Will be going through everyone's poetry as soon as I find free time—with my cup of tea.
Do you have any poets whos stuff you think i should give a read?
ABSOLUTELY!
First and foremost, everything that @randomshowerpoems has written himself. And @literaryvein has AMAZING poems as well. @most-ment too. And @accordingtolauren .
Then. Robert Frost, Harry Baker, Gregory Orr.
Would you like some individual poems as well?
L. V., i found this poem wriggling inside the green apple you left in my fridge
L. V., i found this poem wilting in the garden
L. V., i found this poem falling like lightning from heaven
L. V., writing in the dark (pt. 6: because i don't know what to do with all this light)
L. V., i found this poem whilst we talked about monet for hours on end
L. V., He’s not the right person if you have to lie to him like this, your friends tell you. But I'm not lying. But he's not the right person. But I want him to be the right person. He has to be the right person. I’m going to make him the right person. I’m tired. He’s not the right person. But why does he smile like that.
[i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 5)]
L. V., i found this poem washed up on shore
I can’t do poetry, my words won’t write, if you could help me, that would be quite alright :)
As you can see, my poetry is shit.
"Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm." —Sylvia Plath
"Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You’ve got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you’ve got to burn away all the peripherals." —Sylvia Plath
Are you certain you still want to write poetry, dear stranger?
L. V., i found this poem swimming in my glass of wine on our first date
L. V., i found this poem in your honeysuckle heart
L. V., i found this poem tucked between pages of a bible you never returned to the local library
I'm so happy to find your page today. I got goosebumps, wow!
<3
L. V., i found this poem scribbled on the underside of a mountain
You have the most beautifully unique posts. The essence of the word "haunting."
Oh <3
L. V., i found this poem in the middle of a prayer to a god who wasn't listening
L. V., i found this poem when i couldn't look at you
L. V., i found this poem whilst staring at your favourite painting for too long that the lines started to blur and the colours looked like mud
I found you thru your writing prompt side blog. Your pinned post made me laugh - or snort would be more accurate actually. That wasn't what I was expecting to read lmao. Amazing writings btw. Cheers.
Ah yes, welcome, dear Anon.
loving how your posting so actively as of late xo
All thanks to the queue system. I don't know why I never really utilised it for years.
For some reason, the system chose 10am and 10pm "US/Eastern" time zone to post automatically.
I love your 'in my drafts' and 'combing through my old poems' posts because as a non-writer (is that even a thing?) it's interesting to see like it's the behind the scenes of a movie. The drafts are especially intriguing. They feel raw and like I'm not supposed to be seeing it but you're letting us take a peek of your writing process. It feels like a secret.
It's a thing now, haha! Thank you for telling me this. I was very hesitant posting those because they might not be pretty enough or something along those lines. But I adore your description. I call it my "poetic autopsy" of sorts, but I like the behind-the-scenes analogy better. And that's the "feeling" I was aiming for with the drafts. To feel "raw", unedited, the emotions and thoughts allowed to run free, finally untethered—and if any of them come back to me, I'll be here to welcome them with open arms.
i love your work, fellow poet!
i do ask,
where do you draw your inspiration from the most?
Thank you! These days, it's mostly random everyday moments. Like when I was about to cross the road, a man looked at me from the other side and he had His eyes, so I turned around and took the long route to where I was going.
I'll be going through your poetry once I get some free time :)
But also, where do you get yours?
L. V., i found this poem stuck between a friend's teeth
what do you know about love
Why does this feel like an attack-