#ttpdpoetryweek

[aliiaart]

but you should’ve seen him when he first got me🥲

[ttpdpoetryweek]

TTPD Poetry Week!!!

masterlist! hey swifties! for the weeks leading up to ttpd, we have decided to arrange a taylor swift poetry week, where every week you may write a poem based on a random song from taylor's discography. Poems can be interpretations from the song, or experiences with the song that have impacted you or anything else about the song! Be creative! Have fun with it! Participants should post poems to the tag #ttpdpoetryweek every friday night and after accomplishing the assigned song poem for the week, you are of course free to write poems of songs of your choice! The random song will be posted every monday at 9 AM EST! We will try our best to reblog every poem written to @ttpdpoetryweek, so you may also tag that account <3 Feel free to ask any questions to @ttpdpoetryweek or @timeless-pdf! We hope you have fun with this event! week 1 poems!

-crediting : @torturedpoetsalchemy (WHY CANT I TAG U) for the original idea and @the-tortured-artists-department for helping me manage this and giving me several ideas! (and also @anervousmirrorball for being the first domino that kickstarted this plan <3 ily this wouldnt have happened without u)

[veinsglisten]

I Look in People’s Windows

Peter and cardigan are from Wendy’s perspective.

I Look in People’s Windows is from Peter’s perspective.

“North bound I got carried away

As you boarded your train south”

Peter stays in Neverland while Wendy chooses to leave.

The train imagery echoes Wendy’s perspective in cardigan:

“Cause I knew you

Steppin’ on the last train

Marked me like a bloodstain”

“A feather taken by the wind blowing

I’m afflicted by the not knowing”

Peter lives in a carefree way in Neverland, oblivious to Wendy’s whereabouts in the real world.

So when he finally returns to the real world,

he looks in people’s windows in search of Wendy.

Peter is “addicted to the ‘if only’” and “[haunts] all of [Wendy’s] what-ifs”.

Young Peter sees adults having “their friends over to drink nice wine”, hoping grown-up Wendy will look up and meet his eyes one more time.

But little does he know,

she has stopped and tilted her head,

she has stopped waiting for him.

He “tried to change the ending”

but “Peter losing Wendy” has become an inevitable truth.

With the use of the train imagery in the beginning, the poem can be interpreted as

Peter being on board a train and watching the houses pass by,

“attending Christmas parties from outside”,

in search of Wendy’s warmth

but it’s no longer there

because she thinks Peter is “lost to the lost boys chapter of [his] life”.

Sadly, “the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light”.

[lacylandd]

"Swirled you into all of my poems"

[lxvenderjewel]

my boy only breaks his favorite toys @ttpdpoetryweek

lucifer was god’s favorite he only followed his nature to question, to be curious for that, he fell

and i was your favorite you followed your nature to tell, to be helpful for that, i fell

and you were my favorite i rejected my nature to hate, to be vengeful why does it still feel like i fell?

[butdxddyilovehim]

Guilty as Sin?

am i guilty as sin, guilty as charged if i learn to shut down, to know who you are with no way to escape am i your willing friend?

we are first-second-third, what i deserve cut the middle-man out, now i'm built to serve if i do what you want can you give me my end

spirit away, another's mistake it was never my choice, take me again if i swear loyalty, please promise me back my place

learning to play the cowardly way despise courteous feet, twisting away there's the sting of your hand, still have your brand on my face

smile too fond, beach and bleach-blond if i give in to this, hard to resist he might make me complete, brushing the teeth from my throat

another home, dust, open roads if i'm learning to love, learning to cope will you forgive me when i now and then let you go?

[wineonmytshirt]

TTPD Poetry Week 1: Castles Crumbling

Castles Crumbling (Jen’s Version)

Can you hear it now?

As we stand here, breathing in the rubble

Save me, hold me close

They’ve changed, screaming hate we’ve never known

Let down, I let them down.

Each face I see transforms my heart to dust

Save me from myself, won’t you?

Can you hear it now?

Remind me of the bells that once tolled. 

Undo these mistakes, hold my hand as we try to heal. 

My darkness, my light, my choices are bare to them all.

Brave this with me, won’t you? 

Look at the sky, can you see the stars? 

I know we can fight this, even as it crashes down around us. 

Never give up.

Give only more. 

@ttpdpoetryweek

[charlotte-is-a-swiftie]

The tortured poets department is coming so soon I am so excited!!!🤍

@taylorswift @taylornation

[ghostgardn]

GODDAMNIT TAYLOR YOU'RE SICK (i’m in love with you and you're great babe)

[aliiaart]

every breath feels like rarest air

[ttpdpoetryweek]

TTPD Poetry Week 3 Song Choice!

*in a deep mc voice* andddd for our third week of ttpd poetry week....we have the songggggg The Outside!!! (this was as always picked by spotify shuffle but also so underrated so yessss make poetry about it!!!)

[veinsglisten]

🕊️🪽 The Albatross x The Alcott 📝✨

I can’t help but spot the similarities between these two songs

📝“have I become one of your problems?”

🕊️the albatross is a burden weighing down the mariner

📝“everything that’s mine is a landmine”

🕊️“I’m the life you chose

and all this terrible danger”

📝“did my love aid and abet you?”

🕊️“spread my wings like a parachute

I’m the albatross

I swept in at the rescue”

however, the phrase “aid and abet” means to support someone to do something wrong

so here it can be interpreted that

the albatross rescues the mariner, which is an act of love that aids and abets the mariner to kill her in turn 🏹🕊️

📝the speaker asking which side her lover’s on

🕊️there’re people warning him of the danger that she brings, and thus making him refrain from loving her

vs her warning him of “jackals [that] raised their hackles”

and him being in the safe shelter of her parachute wings, thus being on her side

📝”landmine” vs “love”

🕊️“the devil that you know

looks now more like an angel”

we can now understand

the duality of the albatross 🕊️🪽

and the dynamic of the relationship

between the sea bird and the mariner,

and between the couple at The Alcott 🤍🩶

[jordynlwymmd]

World poetry day 🤝 The Tortured Poets Department 🤝 Spotify 🤝 Taylor Swift 🤝 Me

@taylorswift @taylornation

[lxvenderjewel]

@ttpdpoetryweek anti-hero

i will never be your perfect hero no matter how many times

i sweep you up into my arms against the church bell chimes

in the background i can hear the sounds of demons roaring

but none of that will matter when i see you look adoring

the ghosts of the looks i once claimed from your eyes

they haunt me in nightmares they’re wringing me dry

i miss you and wish you had listened to me

but i should’ve known you were going to leave.

[toripar]

point of view: from the outside

fool me once, fool me twice,

i fell both times.

sisters don't scalp simple things,

they don't leave you alone

when you clam up,

they don't keep a finger on the trigger

and smile like they care.

sisters can tell what you feel, they're

not the ones who cause you despair,

not the ones whose name leaves

poison in your mouth,

rot in your memories.

for years and a few more

i didn't feel, i didn't want

— i couldn't feel, i couldn't want.

i didn't know then but i wish

i could tell myself:

sisters aren't traitors,

they don't make you wait in the sun.

they wait for you in the rain.

the girl you knew once isn't yours

to own nor to lose.

so go along, be a man, lose your temper,

learn your lesson:

sisters brighten your blank canvas

with happy little trees.

they don't snake around your ears

and whisper some cacophony

in a language you're inept in.

they don't shut you out

and decry what you've done.

take notes, outsider:

be careful who you let in,

be careful who you've let in, too.

but: shake someone's hand and mean it

hug someone, love them when you do.

the outside isn't a bad place to be in

once you've found your troupe.

@ttpdpoetryweek

[butdxddyilovehim]

Willow

A heaven that I hadn't felt since the sanctity of my mother's womb

My childhood living room

Stroked with cords and frost

Somehow you placed me back in Eden

That everlasting golden season

Built me a home in a one-blink evening, promised you'd cover the cost

We crossed the threshold, my eager bare toes before your armoured boot

Compliments overspilling, overfilling, plastic flowers taking root

As long as it never emptied, never ended, never tempted by the fruit

I never would have left, but you left me there,

Stole my first time and my sleep

I had been a flowering willow, so now all I do is weep

If I had been born a man, perhaps I would stand

Stoic tree despite the loss

Down by the water, as a daughter, I will cave under the moss.

@ttpdpoetryweek