subjects for [poetry]
Added 2024-09-24 17:46:24 +0000 UTCHowdy, Muses
Happy drop day - nothing from the Doc today
[re: the book]
What would you like to read poems about?
What magical/filthy/toxic/wonderful moment would you'd love to see explored?
What's your favorite word?
What's your favorite "boring" thing?
I'm traveling all of today so perhaps we'll scribble some new ones in the shuffle
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Comments
I know that this isnāt the prompt, but I feel you could definitely run with a campy ādocās anatomical guide- 1st editionā and just going on about whatever you like about [a? your? my?] body But you can always change it and itād be like a ā2nd/4th/19th editionā per change
Jay
2024-09-27 00:40:35 +0000 UTCI've hit 50 poems thanks to this thread and there's plenty more here to uncover. Thank you so much, team Muse š
Ray Purchase
2024-09-26 20:56:28 +0000 UTCAs sad as it is, something I think Iād like to hear in a poem the progression of liking oneās own body. So say it starts negative but each stanza we hear them love a new part of themselves and in the see a more confident happy person? Alternatively, Iād love a poem from the male perspective of how they realized they were into curvier/bigger women. Similar to my other suggestion(except start neutral?) š¤·š¼āāļøš«£š„“š
Kari Jo
2024-09-26 13:52:01 +0000 UTCbrilliant! I love your suggestions, the silly/funny/real and the fantasy! yes yes yes to both. all of it. life stuff, dream stuff, yes please ā¤ļøāš„
caroscope
2024-09-25 03:12:52 +0000 UTCIn the context of a book of sexy/sensual/dirty poetry: I like to read other peoplesā experiences. I like to see through othersā eyes. I know what happens to me, to my brain chemistry and body, when I look at a person Iām attracted to, or that I love/want/need. I know I I feel and what I think is attractive, but Iād love to know if your ears buzz when you see the swell of an ass cheek under a sheet or your feet flex when a fingertip runs across that one vein. Uh. Etc. Or also fantasies. What superpower would you pick to abuse for [consensual] sex purposes? Have you any long-running ones? Even if impossible, mythical, fantastical, or just unlikely? Like, what kind of sex would you have in a side tunnel in the movie Total Recall (Arnold and Sharonās obviously) or if you were sleeping with Medusa and she had to keep her eyes closed or else? Those are obviously silly, but as a for instance. š and I like silly. I love to laugh, so funny or silly is right where I live. But also super daily stuff and how it makes your bond stronger or how the way she flicks a light switch just makes you want to kiss her forehead and thenā¦ whateverā¦ My favorite word is āfuckā in almost any context and Iām not sorry. I love the way you use the words ācuntā and āgobbleā which are maybe not words Iād normally say are favorites. āWorshipā is another you use in a particular way that normally would give me, not quite the ick, but maybe make my eyes roll. I fucking hate being bored. Hate. But I love the things that make the quiet spaces in life beautiful instead of boring. The hand on the thigh while you drive to the grocery store. The granola bar he keeps in the truck so you donāt get hangry. The heat on one side of your face when you kiss them next to a bonfire. The song you sang on your first date playing as your āwalk-up songā when itās your turn at your game, whatever. That stuff is life. Not boring to me at all.
QQMegs
2024-09-25 02:43:50 +0000 UTCCaro, no fucking fair writing poetry to respond to his questions about poetry dammit! Youāre too wonderful. *sigh*
QQMegs
2024-09-25 02:00:33 +0000 UTCIn a window, a threshold, one of those liminal spaces where possibility meets architecture, thereās always a pause, a quiet, I think. I want to read about so many things in your words, but maybe the quiet, right now. What do you see first when you see her from a distance, a doorway? When she doesnāt see you? What do you feel? What do you imagine her to feel when she sees you in a quiet moment? I remember when I first saw my lover drawing in an armchair, one leg thrown over the arm like a sleepy child, I felt like I was discovering something cosmic. Like Newton and the apple, I genuinely felt my understanding of our own little world change, somehow. I know that sounds purple or even ridiculous, but how could things be this gentle? This idyllic? Weāre both rather tempestuous [passionate?] people; artists, and all. But we both love quiet. His chest moving with slow steady breaths, his pencil dancing over paper, hair mussed and glasses crooked; it was a perfect stillness. I think I stood in that doorway, in t-shirt and socks, hip pressing into wood and warmth pooling in my heart, for minutes. And he didnāt see me till he felt my lips on his forehead. A gift of peripheral lines and quiet feet. Itās one of my favorite vignettes in an album of us. Whatās your perfect stillness, if thatās something you seek? What does it sound/smell/taste/feel/look like? What breaks that stillness in favor of heat, motion, passion? Is it lips? Words? Fingertips? Scent? Flashes of that skin only you and she get to feel? Laughter? I donāt mean to lead you, Iām just daydreaming now. A favorite word feels impossible, but among them is Yes [my first word, incidentally]. Another is moonlight. Boring boring boringā¦hmm. Riding the metro [subway] in my city. Mundane/routine is a better way of putting it, as it is rarely ever boring. The movements are mechanical, methodicalāmuscle memory mixed with street-smarts and observation. But the people-watching is life in action, so many stories to be imagined. And the listeningā¦music, conversation, altercation, thundering tracks, youā¦well, what a list. Canāt wait to read you.
caroscope
2024-09-25 01:56:37 +0000 UTCWhat would I like to read about? Real life shit, man. Whatever pops into that brilliant brain of yours, we will gobble up. Feral, sweet, anything in between. How you felt when falling in love or how you felt when you said I do is something Iād like to see explored. My favorite word is fuck, I sprinkle it on everything. My favorite boring thing to do is curl up on the couch or my bed and read.
Analise
2024-09-25 01:30:20 +0000 UTCYouāve called us all sorts of names, but Muses is the first one thatās made me flutter my eyelashes and smooth my hair behind my earsāŗļø Ironic, since you have been the muse to so many of usā¦.š So: Sing to me about losing yourself in the moment (or any moment where you are honest about the animal angel devil you are). Write about antici Pation, Boring things? Morning birds just before the sun rises both of us still sore and panting Even in our sleep Or Listening to cars passing intermittently on the almost empty city street below our window after itās rained And sitting at the table creating with you - food, legos, stories or on the couch (smiling at our stockinged feet resting next to each other on the coffee table). We know my favorite word is fuck, especially in its adjectival form, but any word is my favorite if itās spoken with longing or truth or both. I still think about Jean and her colorful glasses or. walking out of lush and changing her schedule - the inner longing of both those women Spoken with appreciation hunger and empathy. Now go write beautiful wordsongs my fucking muse
Mare
2024-09-24 23:46:33 +0000 UTChope your travels have been safe, fun and as painless as possible š (unless youāre exploring that kind of masochism in which caseā¦to the pain)
Steph(Nashville)
2024-09-24 23:09:10 +0000 UTCUh-oh. The āboringā question made me too exited. Here goes: My favorite āboringā thing is slow TV. Itās a real staple here. Its prime was in 2011 with a 134 hour live broadcast of Hurtigruten. āA coastal voyage from Bergen to Kirkenesā. It was broadcasted to NRK, the national TV-station in Norway. It followed the whole journey of Hurtigruten (the ship) non-stop for seven days. You see a lot of beautiful scenery, the fjords and Lofoten which is a stunning place with midnight sun in the summer. I had just finished high school and it was the first week of summer break. I did a lot of partying those days, and went to a lot of nachspiels (or after-parties). Every bar and club closes at 02:30 and you canāt buy alcohol after 20:00 in stores here (18:00 on Saturdays, and not at all on Sundays), so on a night out at closing time weād always find someone whoād invite people home after, preferably someone who had something more to drink (donāt judge we were young and poor). But āhaving alcoholā being the main criteria for joining an after party does end you up at some weird places. The week this broadcast was going [24/7] without fault every nachspiel we ended up at had the Hurtigruten-broadcast on. And youād have a bunch of fairly inebriated and/or high people, no music and just this live stream of the shipās journey on the TV. At one of the nachspiels we ended up at, two people started fighting (a punch was thrown) because the [very drugged out] host wanted people to stop talking and watch as the boat sailed across a particularly beautiful part. So we all just ended up in silence, half gagging on this horrible homemade wine, watching the beautiful midnight sun and the northern Norwegian scenery on TV. Over the years Iāve seen the guy who hosted that nachspiel (itās a small city, we met at a lot of [after]parties in my early days), life hasnāt been kind to him, but when weāve talked since itās always been about that night and how weird and kinda sweet that whole week of the broadcast was. Kinda like a national [very slow] TV festival. This turned out much longer than intended, but I swear slow TV is the best āboringā thing there is imo. Donāt even get me started on the social aspect of it [bringing that journey to people who for whatever financial or other reasons canāt just book a ticket and go themselves].
FrĆøya
2024-09-24 23:08:21 +0000 UTCThis is so fucking helpful thank you. 2 more have already materialized as a direct result š„°
Ray Purchase
2024-09-24 22:50:02 +0000 UTCWhat would you like to read poems about? Nature, sex, love and beauty. What magical/filthy/toxic/wonderful moment would you'd love to see explored? Finding solace in the arms of someone you care about. Having them help heal a piece of you simply by loving you What's your favorite word? Divine, reverence, serendipity What's your favorite "boring" thing? Sewing and beading.
Amber Love
2024-09-24 22:37:48 +0000 UTC
