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Sad Girls. Chasers of the Light. Tyler Knott Gregson. The Sun and Her Flowers. Rupi Kaur. Born to Love, Cursed to Feel. Samantha King Holmes. Warsan Shire. The Lover's Dictionary. David Levithan. Milk and Honey. Diary of an Oxygen Thief. Paulo Coelho. All the Bright Places. Jennifer Niven. The Sea of Tranquility. Katja Millay. Turtles All the Way Down. John Green. Leah Raeder. The Opposite of Loneliness. Marina Keegan. Reflections Of A Man. Amari Soul. After Ever Happy. Anna Todd.
Every Day. Why We Broke Up. Daniel Handler. Sophia Amoruso. We Should All Be Feminists. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
Rainbow Rowell. Reasons to Stay Alive.
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Matt Haig. Six of Crows. Leigh Bardugo. Not That Kind of Girl. Lena Dunham. Mitch Albom. Jennifer E. Jenny Han. Intentional Dissonance. Modern Romance. Aziz Ansari. The Evolution of Mara Dyer. Michelle Hodkin. I Still Love You. Rachel Cohn. Everything, Everything. Nicola Yoon. The Raven Boys. Maggie Stiefvater. The Ghost Bride. Yangsze Choo. After We Collided. Bad Feminist. Roxane Gay.
The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer. Planting Gardens in Graves. Red Queen. Victoria Aveyard. The Hate U Give. Angie Thomas. Bitter Sweet Love. A Beautiful Composition of Broken. Caroline Kepnes.
The One. Kiera Cass. An Abundance of Katherines. Lauren Oliver. Becca Fitzpatrick. The Time Keeper. This Lullaby.
Sarah Dessen. Simon vs. Becky Albertalli. The Heir. The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo. Amy Schumer. Planting Gardens in Graves II. The Elite. A Court of Thorns and Roses. Sarah J. A Tale for the Time Being. Ruth Ozeki. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life.
They will be a stranger to you once more. View all 3 comments. Jan 20, Miriam rated it did not like it. This poetry is so terrible that at first I thought it was a joke, but apparently that is not the case. View all 5 comments. Oct 16, Louisa rated it did not like it Shelves: He makes me turn, he makes me toss; his words mean mine are at a loss.
I like reading it; I like writing it; it's something I wish more people were into, though I can certainly understand why they aren't. My poetry professor once said that a good poem ought to have some form of metaphor or poetic sense. Lang Leav's poems are all the definition of bite-sized. They're easy to understand - a little too easy to understand. I've written poems like these myself, but I certainly expect a lot more profound stuff from a book as celebrated as this is. Your hand reaches for mine.
It's just so simple. I wasn't wowed by clever turn of words or phrases. There are some I like most of which have turned up in one form or another on Tumblr , but ultimately it didn't resonate with me. Maybe I'll go floss later.
That's about all the impact it had. Mar 08, Jason rated it did not like it Shelves: But as I said there are exceptions. One of my favorite poems, for example, is T. The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare Through the hollow of an ear; Wings beating about the room; The terror of all terrors that I bore The Heavens in my womb. Had I not found content among the shows Every common woman knows, Chimney corner, garden walk, Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes And gather all the talk?
What is this flesh I downloadd with my pains, This fallen star my milk sustains, This love that makes my heart's blood stop Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones And bids my hair stand up? So then I was wondering how something that to me seems so transparently saccharine could be so highly regarded. And that is when I came across this: So hurry and get liking.
So not only do we have a woman who struggles to write decent poetry but she actually has to fiscally reward readers for promoting her work which, while perhaps not being an illegal practice, certainly raises ethical concerns given the nature of a website whose ratings system is supposed to be based on the opinion of actual, unbiased readers. View all 19 comments. Jan 23, Jason rated it did not like it Recommends it for: The bee, buzzing buzzing buzzing like a chansaw, stings me in the eye-- OW!
I've created a tumblr page for my poems about my owwies. Please follow! Poetry should make us feel. This poetry made me feel tired and kind of itchy and pretty fucking grumpy.
That's a five-star book, right? Minus four for the goddamn ampersand. Plus four for feeling so feely about your feelings, and getting so many others to feel. Minus four for being so cranky about what feelings people have, and pissing on other The bee, buzzing buzzing buzzing like a chansaw, stings me in the eye-- OW! Minus four for being so cranky about what feelings people have, and pissing on other people's reviews. Can't wait to read this! View all 7 comments.
Dec 03, Rose marked it as not-my-cup-of-tea. Poetry is one of my first loves in writing, but I looked at some of the samples of the narratives from this and concluded it wasn't my thing. Too expensive of price for the quality of the poetry that's offered here. Okay, I think I have something. For all the emotion carried within a look You'd think it'd have nothing to hide. If we're speaking the experience of love What it means to be cloaked i Poetry is one of my first loves in writing, but I looked at some of the samples of the narratives from this and concluded it wasn't my thing.
If we're speaking the experience of love What it means to be cloaked in an embrace, Why is it that the words don't shove Their way past the page, float in space- Be the cup that fills to the brim, spills, a crested wave that swallows so bold?
Surely there's more to the heart that fills Each passing day, glitters more than gold. When you're in love, you do more than shout your affections to the expansive skies. You grab it by the clutches, wring it about Turn it on its head, fling it 'til it flies Like a boomerang coming back quick, Knocking you from any place you may stand. Heavy and heady, a fog so thick You're lost to its clutch, no longer in command. Make me feel this, this pain yet pleasure In the rhythm of the text with which you dance Only here I can gain no true measure Of what love provides you with a single glance.
It's an empty rhyme, the most empty rhyme, A rhyme with which I do not choose to bide my time. Because the experience doesn't make me feel like its mine, And for all that's worth? Not any second, not any dime. Review before reading This book I've not read, but the poetic samples provided In various reviews, have convinced me that it's best avoided.
Poetry is such a sublime art That the words should come right from the heart; If forced, it would only distress impart - And sometimes what comes out is worse than a fart. Got a free copy Wouldn't spend money on something so sloppy! After reading this tome, I am filled with wonder A Review before reading This book I've not read, but the poetic samples provided In various reviews, have convinced me that it's best avoided.
After reading this tome, I am filled with wonder At the impossible limits of verbal blunder A person can go to: Such pretentious presumption! For the author of this volume thinks that stringing words together And heaping, without discrimination, one platitude on another Is enough to create "poetry", and to blissfully philosophise On love and life - and immediately, the world will empathise.
Well let me say this: Aug 19, JV rated it did not like it Recommends it for: No one, not even my dog! Good lawdddd, have mercy! What did I just read?
This is perfectly, absolutely a recipe for poetry disaster! I'm not a poetry expert by all means, but I've read several poems that is immensely evocative when read, but this one, this one takes the cake for poems gone horribly wrong!
Goodness gracious! First and foremost, I would like to quote Leonardo da Vinci: However, instead of letting me feel something, I am officially devoid of any emotions after reading Leav's poems.
Imagine describing the feelings rather than letting readers interpret the poems by themselves!
Secondly, poems are very personal in nature and subject to various interpretations I do respect why others loved this , but what is there to interpret? Everything has been spoon-fed. I didn't find any connection at all and barely felt anything. It's superficial, pedestrian, and shallow. Here's an example: First Love Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds— it was you I fell in love with first. Ok, my brain is not needed. Thank you very much! Another one: Codependency There is nothing more nice, there is nothing much worser; than me as your vice and you as my versa.
A Question It was a question I had worn on my lips for days—like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling—despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
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In your hesitation I found my answer. Compare those to this: Little Beast by Richard Siken 3 History repeats itself. Somebody says this. History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. History is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of. I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours. We will forget him! You and I — tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave — I will forget the light!
When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Justice moved my maker on high. Divine power made me, Wisdom supreme, and primal love. Before me nothing was but things eternal, And eternal, I endure. Abandon all hope, you who enter here. I rest my case. I weep for hooomanity. Rant over. View all 13 comments.
Love it! Sundays with Michael I hold my breath and count to ten, I stand and sit, then stand again. I cross and then uncross my legs, the planes are flying overhead. The dial turns with every twist, around the watch, around his wrist.
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Resting there with pen in hand, who could ever understand? The way he writes of all I dream, things kind yet cruel and in-between, where underneath those twisted trees, a pretty girl fallen to her knees.
Who could know the world we've spun? I shrug my shoulders and hold my tong Love it! I shrug my shoulders and hold my tongue. I hold my breath and count to ten, I stand and sit, then stand again. Always You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time.
Art and Books Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books. A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can't un-sing a song that's sung. And the saddest thing about my regret— I can't forgive me, and you can't forget. After You If I wrote it in a book, could I shelve it? If I told of what you took, would that help it? Wishful Thinking You say that you are over me, my heart— it skips, it sinks.
I see you now with someone new, I stare, I stare, I blink. Someday I'll be over you, I know, I know— I think.
Mornings with You I slowly wake as day is dawning, to fingertips and lips imploring. Soul Mates I don't know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place—some other existence.
A Fairy Tale Start of spring; heart in bloom; our whisperings in sunlit rooms. Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss good night. A Dream As the Earth began spinning faster and faster, we floated upwards, hands locked tightly together, eyes sad and bewildered. We watched as our faces grew younger and realized the Earth was spinning in reverse, moving us backwards in time.
Then we reached a point where I no longer knew who you were and I was grasping the hands of a stranger. But I didn't let go. And neither did you. I had my first dream about you last night.
She smiles. What was it about? I don't remember exactly, but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine. All I thought and all I felt, was only just because, never was it ever you— until it was all there was. Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.
This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there—even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence—it doesn't realize the separation is temporary. Angels It happens like this.
One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps because this person carries an angel within them—one sent to you for some higher purpose, to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time.
What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time. Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. And once this is fulfilled, the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life.
It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can. View all 8 comments. Sep 11, Anuradha rated it did not like it Recommends it for: No one who actually likes poetry. Recommended to Anuradha by: Every hilarious one star review on GR.
I know I said that for a bit I would be busy, But you all know how bad books send me into a frenzy. I have a mountain of reviews to finish, I know, But after reading this 'book', I just couldn't let go. I think everyone here knows what a masochist I am, I'm spending way too much time, trying to make this rhyme. Leav's poetry, I'm never touching again. Better I know I said that for a bit I would be busy, But you all know how bad books send me into a frenzy.
Better poems were written by Ern Goon And he was fictitious, and kind of a toon!
I've read reviews here where people have said That poetry is about feeling, and not about language Respectfully, I would have to disagree, Because badly written poetry is just crappy. I've never read poetry so dismal, Even my twelve-year old cousin called it abysmal. Leav tries too hard; She tries to use emotion as her trump card. She writes about pain and suffering and love, I've probably felt more emotion for a sock or a glove.
I'm sorry if you thing I'm pretentious and elitist, Diluted literature is something I can't deal with. Leav represents everything I hate, In literature in today's day and age. I thank you for listening to my incoherent ramblings, I am definitely not a poet in the making It's just that this collection was really bad, I wanted to make fun, but it just made me sad. My poetry, here I conclude, Because examples of Ms. Leav's work, I shall include.
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Like having something, so very delicious— then being told, to do the dishes. Just Friends I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never will, so my anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel. I know that you don't owe me, and I shouldn't ask for more; I shouldn't feel so let down, all the times when you don't call.
What I feel—I shouldn't show you, so when you're around I won't; I know I've no right to feel it but it doesn't mean I don't. When Ignorance Is Bliss I deplore, being ignored. But it's perplexingly sweet, and quite sexy too— to be ignored, ignored by you. Time Travelers In all our wrongs, I want to write him, in a time where I can find him. Before the tears that tore us. When our history was before us. An Impossible Task To try or untry to forget you not, may be related somewhat— To tying, then trying to untie, a complicated knot.
And so it goes on and on and on. Poetry is about feeling, but it's also about language. In fact, I would have given her the "feelings" argument if even one of her poems made me feel anything. I mostly just laughed a lot, and I laughed at her, not with her. Leav just comes off as pathetic and desperate in all her poems. And man, she needs to take up creative writing classes, because this is just bad. I feel like I could write better poems than her when I'm senselessly drunk even.
She's somehow missed the whole point of poetry, because in poetry, it is the language that makes you feel.
Feb 01, Isa Lavinia rated it did not like it Recommends it for: Is this parody?! Heart on the Line Love is good, it is never bad— but it will drive you mad! Jan 26, Summer marked it as to-read. It looks like someone threw up adjectives, metaphors, and cliched phrases and smashed them all into one book. I think this is Tahereh Mafi 's long-lost twin. Just a theory. Mar 26, [Shai] Bibliophage rated it really liked it Shelves: These are the poems that I like on this book: Is it me or it is just that some of the poems included here are either lack in depth or feelings?
I might have enjoyed these books of Lang Leav if I am either in love or heartbroken at the moment. This poetry collection was brought to my attention when it popped up as a Nominee for the Goodreads Choice Awards for Best Poetry.
I was intrigued. Then it placed 2nd, getting beat out by J. Tolkien, and I was eager to get this. No thanks. Except this was like sappy teen This poetry collection was brought to my attention when it popped up as a Nominee for the Goodreads Choice Awards for Best Poetry. Except this was like sappy teenage love poems. Emo love poems. If the Lifetime channel started producing poetry collections.
Really bad, rejected Hallmark cards. My single favorite of the bunch? Knowing sleep will set it right — if you were not to wake. Sign of a good love? If he inspires me to keep up on my dental hygiene would not be a personal sign for me. All of the poems in this collection are simplistic and excessively rhyme-y but while only a couple were beautifully written, I found the rest of them to be juvenile, immature and lacking any sort of emotional depth which is exactly what I would expect with a collection of love poetry.
Or maybe childish poetry. Either way I failed to fully appreciate this because I like my poetry with some depth and complexity that leaves me pondering and this collection was completely lacking in that regards.
Some of these verses were cute, but completely shallow. I finished this book feeling exactly the same as when I started, which is not how I wish poetry to affect me. Good poetry leaves a mark. Nov 01, Joshua rated it it was ok Shelves: I am a massive fan of poetry. I am a big believer in words and the power they possess. So that's why when I heard that this is a book being comprised of poems, I was really beyond excited to get my hands on this paperback.
But I was disappointed. Some of the poems were Well, some were bad. God, I feel awful for saying that but that's what I honestly think. Some metaphors were too loose, out of the blu I am a massive fan of poetry. Some metaphors were too loose, out of the blue and just wasn't right. Some arent even relevant Again, I'm sorry, I really feel awful every time I diss a poet. Though some captured my attention especially the poems Sad Songs and Wallflower , most of the poems felt off, and I really didn't get that feeling that I get, whatever that may be, every time I indulge myself into poetry.
Maybe its because of the gender inclusions, since it was told in a female's perspective, or maybe I wasnt just in the mood, but the book felt off many times.
If youre a girl and youre reading this, pick this book up, and you might enjoy it. If youre a guy, I suggest you go pick another book.
Feb 11, Bennard rated it did not like it Recommends it for: Nobody not even my worst enemy. However, I do appreciate well-written poems that I read every now and then.
Since then, for brief spurts of time, I read poetry whenever the inspiration to do so strikes. In this regard, I think I now have a handle on appreciating poetry. Admittedly, I was intrigued by its hype and, therefore, decided to read it since it was short and also because I was curious as to why a lot of people were raving about it.
So, this afternoon with nothing better to do, I plunged in. What I read was nothing short of the worst poems that I have ever read in the entirety of my existence. However, for those who needs more convincing, read on. An example: To love him is something, I hold highly suspicious. Leav uses doing the dishes as a metaphor for how the poetic persona feels when loving someone.
To me, it is just plain ridiculous and Leav, if she has any talent, could have done better. You swallowed everything, like distance Like the sea, like time. In you, everything sank! For me, Neruda used the perfect metaphors in that stanza alone and the whole poem itself is a good example in the use of figurative language in poetry. Now, a lot of people will complain that it is not fair to compare Leav to Neruda. Why not? Is it really wrong to compare?
I think not. Another complaint that I have against Leav is her use of punctuation. Dashes, commas, and other unnecessary punctuation populated her poems that it does not make sense at times.
The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain. Neither here, nor there, but everywhere. Why are there commas at the end of scatterbrain, like, here, there?
Metaphor and punctuation use are the most pervasive faults that I have found in the book.Rant over. Just saying. I feel bad for that poor tree that became paper. View 1 comment. We Should All Be Feminists. I had my first dream about you last night. If he inspires me to keep up on my dental hygiene would not be a personal sign for me.
Lots of people like this book, and that is great. Leav represents everything I hate, In literature in today's day and age. Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance.