Poetry On Odyssey: Where Sisters Bloom

Poetry On Odyssey: Where Sisters Bloom

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Why is it the womanhood is so vile?

People bash our bodies opening us up like

watermelons to see how sweet we are inside.

Squeezing our hopes and dreams like oranges into a glass cup.

I think you're threatened of our bodies sweetness.

Threatened of our anger.

Get used to it.

we are every fruit you wish you could pick from the tree.

When our trees shed leaves you run

because god for bid my ovaries drop an egg

and my legs split like a canyon with a sanguine

river flowing for a week.

You get down on your knees begging

for our bodies so long that

when you stand your ankles crack like

the noise I make on my way up the stairs from the

night shift.

I let my spine arch on the bed creating an invisible

hill that you will try to climb.

We are becoming stronger by learning not to brush

off the

cruel cat calls you make when we walk by

but instead we raise our middle fingers.

Tell you to woman up

Tell you to grow some damn ovaries because

lets face it your balls will never mount our courage.

No its not that I don't think you're strong

but I know you need to change the way you speak to women.

Stop calling us hoes because we wont send you nudes.

Stop shaming us with our body parts.

Stop saying "that's' gay" why is something weird gay.

Do you remember when I said you are threatened of our anger?

No baby this is rage.

This is something I don't like to wear its like

a heavy coat that clings to

my sweaty caramel skin during Florida winters.

Do not be threatened of our sweetness.

We are honeycombs

golden yellow and thick.

We love the feeling of our honey dripping

on your lips.

We want you to covet our thoughts not our thighs

take in our cellulite like oxygen

but not until you learn.

To march with us. Fight with us. Show pride with us,

when we wear our flowy shirts and tight jeans

because don't you dare say my lacy bralette was asking for it.

If you understand now.

Hit pause.

Take a stroll over to the orange groves

and peel back our thick layers of glory

and now you can taste our royalty.

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13 Of The Best, Most Famous Poems Ever Written

Masterpieces by some of our favorites like as Shakespeare, John Donne, and Homer.
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Some of us read poetry for an eager and fast escape from this world. On the other hand, some of us read poetry solely to share it with the ones we love. There are miracles on paper that can easily be forgotten about if we let them be. The following poems are written by some of our favorites such as Shakespeare, John Donne, Homer, and more. It is clear why these have become some of the most famous and unforgettable poems ever written. So grab a pen, and interpret these poems in your own, unique way.

1. “Go and Catch a Falling Star” - John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,

Get with child a mandrake root,

Tell me where all past years are,

Or who cleft the devil's foot,

Teach me to hear mermaids singing,

Or to keep off envy's stinging,

And find

What wind

Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,

Things invisible to see,

Ride ten thousand days and nights,

Till age snow white hairs on thee,

Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,

All strange wonders that befell thee,

And swear,

No where

Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,

Such a pilgrimage were sweet;

Yet do not, I would not go,

Though at next door we might meet;

Though she were true, when you met her,

And last, till you write your letter,

Yet she

Will be

False, ere I come, to two, or three.

2. “Drinking Alone in the Moonlight” - Li Po

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,

No friends at hand, so I poured alone;

I raised my cup to invite the moon,

Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

Now the moon had never learned about drinking,

And my shadow had merely followed my form,

But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow;

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;

Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.

Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;

Drunk, then each went off on his own.

But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,

We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

3. “Sonnet 18” - William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

4. “The World Is Too Much with Us” - William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

5. “She Walks in Beauty” - Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

6. “How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,












I shall but love thee better after death.

7. “ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” -Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

8. The Jabberwocky” - Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

9. “Tears Fall in My Heart” - Paul Verlaine

Tears fall in my heart

Rain falls on the town;

what is this numb hurt

that enters my heart?

Ah,the soft sound of rain

on roofs, on the ground!

To a dulled heart they came,

ah, the song of the rain!

Tears without reason

in the disheartened heart.

What? no trace of treason?

This grief's without reason.

It's far the worst pain

to never know why

without love or disdain

my heart has such pain!

10. “We Wear the Mask” - Paul Lawrence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

11. “The Panther” - Rainer Maria Rilke

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

anything else. It seems to him there are

a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

the movement of his powerful soft strides

is like a ritual dance around a center

in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,

rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

plunges into the heart and is gone.

12. “Sea Fever” - John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

13. "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" -Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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.

















Save these poems for your next coffee shop date or solitude moment. You might be surprised at how much you can find yourself in a poem.

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The new romance movie of spring is finally here and I'm so excited!

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If you've gone to the cinemas recently or even checked your social media accounts, odds are you've seen the trailer for the new movie, "After." It's a fanfic-turned-novel that's been adapted into the newest young adult romance sweeping across the globe.

This series has fans EVERYWHERE and I honestly don't know how, as part of the book lover community, I didn't even know about the series until a month before it came out. I must have been living under a rock because I am officially OBSESSED with this fandom!

"After" is the typical good girl/bad boy scenario, but with a fresh perspective and twist.

Tessa Young is starting her freshman year of college with everything in order. She's declared a major (English majors assemble!), has the sweetest boyfriend in the world and organizes her life down to the last minute. Essentially, she's me, but she lives in Washington instead of Virginia.

Hardin Scott is the resident "bad boy." He's all tatted up, wears the same black or white t-shirt almost every day, and has a steady stream of girls...but NEVER a girlfriend. Oh, and get this - he loves reading! Major Mr. Darcy vibes are dedicated to this dude because he's brooding, stylish, and British.

Of course, the two meet and sparks quickly fly - both from romance and anger. Like Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet from Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice," the two don't get off to a very smooth start, but they eventually work their way into a steady relationship. Well kind of.

Remember when I said Hardin doesn't have girlfriends? Well, that becomes a problem pretty quickly and is the source of a lot of stress for most of the book.

Without giving the entire premise of the book or movie away, I will say that this is your typical college romance, but there are a few twists and turns surrounding Hardin and Tessa's turbulent love. Regardless, you can't help but root for the unlikely pair (who doesn't root for the unlikely couple in romance movies tbh).

The movie recently came out in the United States and it's still making its way around the globe. There is a MASSIVE fanbase who's been around since the novel was first published online on the fanfiction forum, Wattpad. Since then, Hardin and Tessa's story has reached over a billion people and has its own complete series of five books with a spin-off duology about one of the novels other characters.

The movie is bound to have major success, with two fairly new actors to the U.S. screen. Josephine Langford is our Tessa Young. You may recognize her from the 2017 thriller "Wish Upon" or the Australian TV series "Wolf Creek." She is also the sister of "Thirteen Reasons Why" actress, Katherine Langford. And Hero Fiennes-Tiffin is our Hardin Scott. Hero starred as the young Tom Riddle in "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince." His last name may sound familiar and that's because his uncle, Ralph Fiennes, actually played the adult Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort in the HP series.

Needless to say, I think these two young heartthrobs will do Tessa and Hardin definite justice when fans and moviegoers see them on the big screen. I've been copiously searching for new scenes and footage leading up to the movie's release and if I can say anything, it's that this flick will be a treat!

If you like young adult films and romances, I would definitely recommend going to the theater to check out "After." I'd also read the book beforehand so you're emotionally prepared, but beware the steamy scenes are meant for older readers. I've linked the trailer below:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNLta4nDM10

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