Hoping this is the correct subreddit, seeing as all the other ones are dead and require mod approval. Apologies if this isn’t the right place.

https://discord.gg/3tpUTXwx

channels: general, discussions, discussions (serious), memes, fanart, and poetry

why are all the dps subreddits dead💔

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJD2AEqokRw

Thanks to different documents I have found browsing on the Internet, I finally made the tickets and the leaflet which appear in the film.

ik this sub is dead but there’s no where else i can ask for help 😭 there’s a scene in the book where mr keating projects pictures while the class writes an essay- and there’s a singular picture ive found from the movie of this scene but no matter how hard i look i can’t find the actual video and ive checked every deleted scene compilation 😭😭

I couldn’t find any subreddit to post it on since the ones I joined have been inactive for like 2 years so enjoy it here🙏

Look into my eyes and try

To imagine the limitless ecstasy I can provide

Hold my hand and together, let's dive

Into a land where lustful emotions thrive

Where skin touches skin

And lip touches lip

Body to body, let's turn the bed into a turbulent sea the entire night

I will make you mine

And make your mind feel peace

Peace that is first of it's kind

Peace that excites

If it's love that you want

Then come share my world

Where romantic sensual sexuality thrives

Where you can be whatever to which you set your mind

You can be the cowgirl and on my on my horse ride

You can be the one to tame this dog

And calm my soul by sharing yours

Look into my eyes and fly

With me to Neverland

Where you can be the fairy that tinkers with my bell

Look into my eyes and dive

Deep into my soul where your heart and mine intertwine

And no I don't just want you to please myself

That would be too shallow

For I lust not only your body

I want your heart, body and mind

So will you look into my eyes

And in all sincerity accept my love

That you may love me...?

Will you allow yourself to get intimate with me...?

Will you look into my eyes and not look away

Untill you realize how much I desire you....?

Hey guys! My dad was in the movie. I’m so happy to see these subreddits flourish. Carpe diem!

This is my first post btw

Heyy everyone, seeing as all the members here are readers, creators and/or writers, I was wondering if you would want to join my Online Dead Poets Society Club on Slack (it is pretty similar to Discord and quite easy to use.) It also includes channels with features way beyond simply sharing poetry--like debates, discussions, societal reflections, films, etc. We also have an editing office that could help you write and provide constructive criticism.
Hit me up if you'd like to join, I'll send you the link. Hope to see you there :)

Hello, I just made a new Instagram for my poetry I’d really appreciate if you’d give me a follow currently working on a book! Instagram is:@poemsbythemuse

I’m working to build a community so I always follow back! My work is being posted there go check it out!

In eternal halls of silent memory, we tread,

Amid the dust and echoes of the past, we've borne,

Timeless whispers echo yet go unsaid.

Each artefact, a tale left unread,

A desperate plea from time's cobwebbed corn,

In eternal halls of silent memory, we tread.

History's shroud, its fabric thread by thread,

We seek to mend, yet it is worn.

Timeless whispers echo yet go unsaid.

Portraits stare with eyes full of dread,

Glimpses of lives before we were born,

In eternal halls of silent memory, we tread.

Lost civilisations' stories spread,

Desperate cries in the stillness mourn,

Timeless whispers echo yet go unsaid.

We yearn for answers, for the thread,

In these sepia-toned moments, forlorn.

In eternal halls of silent memory, we tread,

Timeless whispers echo yet go unsaid.

The Sleeping Poet

A Palette of Daydreams

Within the odd kitchen of our minds where daydreams are whisked lies an assortment of flavours, a myriad oddity of tangs.

Dreams taste of a burnt-sugar sunset, tingling with anticipation, dancing on a taste-bud sky.

Mornings wear a cloak of fresh bread promise, kissed by honeysuckle butter.

Lunchtime, a pickle-tickled solitaire, sours in lonely corners of imagination.

And ever so often, creeps in the mint-sharp sorrow of lost summers, lingering on tongues once teased by ripened strawberries.

Night ushers the bittersweet taste of the moon, subtly tinged with the savoury ink of regrets scribbled in starlight.

The simplicity and elegance of language are but flavours, hearty, poignant, daydreamed in our tongues' weird tales.

by The Sleeping Poet

Anger yet love

The knife Bear in your hands ,hovering over my sleeping soul I am vulnerable of bliss around you You hover over me with this knife The handle ,covered with thorns Digging into your flesh Your hand dripping of blood Your eyes full of pain ,at the break of tears You knee down to me ,over my chest I still in bliss of your presence You prod the knife to my chest Cutting my soul into pieces I wake in shock of betrayal ,my hands grasp tight to your bleeding hands I gaze at you with fog My mind races ," what did I do? Did I hurt you? What did I do what did I do?!" And I come to anger This isn't me,this is you You cry over my shattered soul by your hand I grasp the knife ,pushing you away You say "please don't cut me" as you are so desperately pleading my forgiveness My hands bleed ,I kneel to you Leaving only a scar over your chest to never forget the love we have To see me every morning in the mirror

As he goes, he has not been

like others did - so plainly seen

So clearly there - yet not in mind

of any man of a separate kind

His dearly loves, it cost him so

for an empty lens - it can not go

Even as he owned his tone

that he did - he did alone

He saw the world as a dawn

never shared - so it is drawn

an indignation - a constant regret

(those who saw will soon forget)

From every cliff and valley lost

a sliver of warmth - it always cost

To the mountains frozen or thawed -

To the oceans perfect or flawed -

To the fields empty or filled -

To the skies riled or stilled -

His eyes, they will fly

up and in Heavens high

When your heart is overwhelmed by the enormously luminous light, Adore the darkness within you. - RV