the poem made me cry

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the get down
☞  1.01 where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure 
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                        But O heart! heart! heart!
                           O the bleeding drops of red,
                              Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                 Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                        Here Captain! dear father!
                           This arm beneath your head!
                              It is some dream that on the deck,
                                You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                        Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                           But I with mournful tread,
                              Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                 Fallen cold and dead.

—  Walt Whitman, “Oh Captain! My Captain!”

anonymous asked:

i just went through your poetry tag and read a lot of your poems, and i started to cry. not because they made me sad, but because they were so beautiful, and they made me feel something, and i haven't felt much for a long time. thank you

this means so much to me. i’m glad you appreciate my poems

Places are nothing but places
Parks are made for promenades
Roads are made for cars
The trees are there to provide shade
And lamp posts are there to fend off the darkness
Tell this to yourself
“Places are nothing but places”
Don’t you ever think of searching her shadow beside you
Nor her footsteps that trotted behind your back
The sunset has nothing to do with the warmth of her hands
Nor the breeze to his gentle embrace
Or the song of the birds to your laughter
He is gone
She is gone
This is what I’ve proven
That you can memorize every turn of a city
Without ever calling it your home
Places are nothing but places
Until both of you have seen it yourself
Those concrete floors will remain silent
If you never have written your stories and promises
The problems you’ve faced
Again and again
Again and again will I remind myself
Of every twist and turns we’ve passed
Those every corner without your trace
Your smile
Your face
Your head on my chest
I will wander off until I get lost in this city
This love I’ve been accustomed to
I will wander off
Until I’ve lost this love I’ve been accustomed to
I will wander off until I’ve accepted
That these places are nothing but places
And that they will never be home to your memories
—  Juan Miguel Severo, On the Wings of Love (episode 41)

My bf got me flowers and chocolate for valentine’s day and I literally…. have died… he also wrote me 2 poems both of which made me cry and fuck I’m dead inside

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Oh, boy. I knew I had a bad feeling about this.

At least I got to read some very nice, very well-written, utterly celestial Darth Vader poems! Truly fine works of literature. Almost made me cry. They’re hanging on my wall now—I’m going to memorize them and start reciting them at random to annoy my family.

help, my wife wrote an amazing poem and it made me cry, and she started crying because I told her how good it was, and now we’re both crying