#I think I feel a poem coming on

[wordrummager]

you can zoom in on any spot in this photo and it’s a wealth of beauty with such ruin and shadow

[arielluva]

utena and witch

(based off of this, which i unfortunately do not know the original artist of, sadly)

[zytes]

neucypher

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[cursed-elements-blog]

SELFSHIPTOBER DAY 4 - Fog

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I can't see but I know you're there.

Fog clouds my vision,

A pale veil falling slowly over my mind.

It blocks the specifics.

Leaving only suggestions.

Silhouettes.

What are you thinking? I wonder

Where are you now?

Beside me I hope.

No, I know.

We made that promise long ago.

We'll stay by each other's side.

I can't remember how we met,

But I know how I felt

When you looked me in the eyes

As you told me your name.

Or when you first kissed me.

I can't see but I still see you

Waking up in the morning next to me

Laying down after a long day

In my arms

In your arms

On top of me

Inside me

Holding my hand

On one knee

Your silhouette is piercing,

Visible in the endless fog.

I can hear you

That much I'm sure of.

I'd never forget your voice

Even if everything else is stifled.

Blurred together.

Sounds indistinguishable.

Except yours.

The fog has taken a lot

Memories.

Faces.

Voices.

But it'll never take you.

It can't take my feelings for you.

I love you, my otter

Though the dark of night

The blinding light of day

In the clear young air

And through the all-consuming fog.

I love you.

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[misoxmiireux]

R… A… why? just why?…

[disbarredgoose0]

The Kiss.

[randik-86]

You unexpectedly decided to play my game,

Thinking that it was a way to save yourself,

But I'm the one that is haunted by demons,

It's my soul that needs to be found again,

I need you to rescue me...

©️randik86

[karlkapri]

Hi Simmyfrobby! I love your blog and am so curious about the person behind it because I have tried to make poetry edits and for me it gets old and I lose the will to live/motivation but you have been doing this for *checks notes* years? Curious about what it is about poetry edits that keeps you coming back for more.. 😘

i don't really have any deep & meaningful truths to share. i like telling stories. i like poetry. i like sports & sports photography. it really is that simple.

[inertia-writes]

dehradun days

you meet them for the first time,

knowing it's probably the last.

might as well make the most of this time,

since life comes at you fast.

you find the strangest of signals

in the no-network zones.

cross-tent communication with folks,

just rambling about the unknown.

there's the warmth of shared laughter,

that carries you through freezing nights,

and you look up at the flickering stars,

to finally see things in a different light.

and at 11,000 ft above sea level

you finally reach the peak,

just to realise the joy was in the journey,

and the friends you made that week.

you'll visit caves & splendid cafes,

and remember the city in mere parts,

but years later, you'll still tell everyone,

how dehradun captured your heart.

[azurechicken]

Astarion gets cute aggrassion and bites you bites you bites you and you die

[godsfavoritescientist]

Its funny how brutally honest the axolotl poem is. Imagine being the most feared triangle in the multiverse and some giant space lizard tells your twelve year old sworn enemies about the time you saw your own dimension burn and then tells them "[bill] says he's happy, he's a liar." I think if I was Bill Cipher I would put the axolotl at the top of my enemies list for that one

[shrews-studies]

Thinking about Anna Akhmatova's poems on this fine day

[youngpettyqueen]

so Boom was absolutely foreshadowing the Master coming back right

[kateubanks]

take me home! rip the tag from my neck!

i'll saunter right in like a fat house cat, knead my presence onto the arm of the recliner for all to see, and wait for the green afternoon to roll in.

leave a soft cushion and gas-heated coils for me in a corner,

and i'll settle in just fine --

or so the little cat tried.

[soupernatural]

for day 4 of @spnpoetryrenaissance : grief