#Tumblr Poet

[sweatermuppet]

from lineage, with one question by silas denver melvin, published in issue 2 of The Garlic Press

[beaujuniperbooks]

I'm putting together a couple of anthology books for publication.

So far, I have finished "Made with Love" and I'm working on "Malfunctions".

Made with Love is a collection of love poems.

Malfunctions is a collection of mental health and chronic illness poems.

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

Thy Fire - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

Thy fire swirls and shifts

On the edge of eyes, of hearts

The snake, a cobra so mighty

Watching from shadows

Scales glittering gold

The corvid, darkest wings

Has fallen prey

To its own anger

The kraken, a horror in the lake

The ferns, hiding in darkness

They cackle as the fire

Roars

A dragon, ferocious and cunning

Claims himself a prince

But his anger wallows

As he's left without his twin heart

A flower, confused

Burns away

Burns too bright for others

And wastes into nothing

As no one burns light for it

A spider, the shadows that hide the cobra

Skitters and cries

Fear

Guilt weighs heavy in its eyes

A frog croaks warnings and terrors

Rules too strict

For any plant to breathe

They try to ease it up

But trials turn into error

As the flower wilts and the spider recoils

The dragon misses the kraken

Scorned by the cobra

Bitten by the frog

And no longer the flower's hero prince

All the animals and creatures

Know the fire's coming

And none can hide the angry flames

From their flower

Anymore

The flower shall burn bright again

And give itself rest

[ministerpeacefulpoetwordwitch]

The Truth Set You Free

Everybody wants to know But what they don’t know Is that they already Know One day You will be forced to confess it I will be forced to confess it We will be forced to confess it The whole world will know The rest of it So now you know When you look at me You see you Not me Something you want to be But not so free Until you know and you see The truth set you free

By Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 9/18/24

[hersurvival]

poetry makes me sad thats why I read it

it helps me heal

The poetry I found on tumblr as a teen made me feel so seen and validated.

I was at a very low point (for a very long time) and as I have grown and healed (or at least begun to process what has happened) I decided it was time for me to contribute. To be the tumblr poet for the next generation.

If sad poetry helps you heal, read as much of it as you can! One day, hopefully you'll move on to lighter poetry that makes you happy ♡

[theaddictspoetry]

What will you do when the party ends? When the drugs run out, and you're all in your head? At 3 AM with nothing and no body left, All cause of some fun, some escape we didn't realize would end.

-addiction took everything from me, but never again.

@theaddictspoetry

[kairos-thehumanpoet]

Ache

it's like the

ache of a

lost limb,

to see you and

not hold you.

~kairos 💛

[doll-poetry]

Hey my loves♡

Goodmorning|Good Afternoon

I'm doing way better than I have been in the past couple of days & week{that's just for right now & today though🤣}

I didn't forget about my Poetry Picks when I had the poll to ask you guys if yall wanted to share & email yall poems to me📲 or if yall wanted a night of Poetry🌹

Wish I had explained the choices a bit but it was decided a night of Poetry🌹so the next step & question is how do yall want to go about it?

•have only me share my Poetry/Poems on a live{or something}

OR

•have yall join a Poets get together virtually

LETS TALK|please let me know what yall thinking 🎀

I'll make this into a post as well on my Community Tab|be sure to Like, Comment, Share, Subscribe, shop my story in Poetic form, & follow my socials🌸⬇️

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I'm luck, I am fleeting

I'm fun, I'm deceiving

I am silence so loud

It almost hurts how I surround

I am vast and always taking

I drag on, I'm always raking

I'm here moon, I'm here sun

I here forever with nowhere to run

I want some love, I'd like a kiss

I'm always here, to never miss

I'm wet with tears, yet oh so warm

And all my fears have begun to swarm

You cannot calm me

Only I can

I am the Sea

No match for man

I'll lure you in just hoping you'll fix me

But once you jump in, I'm not very convincing

I'm only pretending to let you see

The same way the water can be clear blue or murky green

I'm stuck on the surface seeing emptiness, just sky

No access to the deep below, or maybe I just don't try

It feels like a simple punishment to breathe lonely air

But it feels like a condemnation to breathe water

You get love, in abundance, to give, that seems fair

My mother's love was only taught to her daughter

My salty water entangled with floods, storms, and tsunamis

The lives I've crossed begging for mercy

Now, me, the Sea, stuck on the surface

Calling for the sand to meet me above, when it's always been beneath me

Now my mercy's flavor is being spread thin, I'm too strong for the tongue

My love's notes are selflessness, resentment, and yearning

Gone are the days when I was filled with freshness

Allowed to ebb and flow and dream and think

Now I face the responsibility of helping while feeling helpless

Of being so deep, it's impossible for you to sink

[akitachan0422]

The Girl Made of Stone

There is a girl here, made of stone.

Who will be the one to carve out her

heart?

I was raised in the light of sun-dappled trees,

Stalwart pine trees guarded me throughout the year

The glowing moon was my constant companion

Soft moss was my pillow,

The proud dogwood was my shade,

The broken trunks of trees the steps to my castle.

I was a tangle haired child

With grass stained knees

Snack stained clothes

And curious caterpillar eyebrows.

My hopes and dreams touched the skies

And drifted amongst the clouds

The stars were placeholders

Where I’d store my stories.

[beaujuniperbooks]

I am a soul of many colors

A nonbinary Christian in the church

A mosaic of faith and identity

Navigating the tension with grace

I am the whisper in the pews

The silent prayers of the marginalized

Caught between tradition and truth

Seeking a place at the table

I am the contradiction in scripture

The verses that speak to my heart

Holding onto the love of Christ

While wrestling with exclusion

I am the voice of change within the walls

Pushing for inclusion and understanding

Breaking down the barriers of gender

Embracing all as beloved children

I am the embodiment of faith and queerness

A living testament to love's vastness

Walking the path of acceptance and grace

As a nonbinary Christian in the church.

LinkTree

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

A Lost Heart, Unfound: An Original Poem

Have you seen my heart?

Out of reach, in the stars

It exists between atoms

Between planets and asteroids

Between suns and moons

Between intelligence undiscovered

Have you seen my heart?

Beautiful, starstruck, hidden in stardust

The rings around planets seen

The dust left from stars dead

The supernovas of colours loved

The places unreachable and cherished

Have you seen my heart? 

Caught, lost, saddened by Earth

Death of a planet, so full of life

Birth of a star, stories yet to begin

Life of a sun, burning for all but its own

Cries of a moon, forgotten amongst myths lost

Have you seen my heart?

Have you seen it?

Have you?

Home is not Earth

Home is not buildings or rivers or trees

Home is not

Home is

Have you seen my heart?

Or does its promise haunt you?

Blackholes swallow stardust

Of which we are made

Of which hearts chase after

Have you seen my heart?

Lost, lost, lost

Where has it gone?

[ministerpeacefulpoetwordwitch]

We Loose The Day When Governments Play

Birds don’t fly When arrows come down from the sky Children cry Why Mothers sigh The innocent die When governments play and take the light away Let us pray When its thirty three against one and they smoke the sun People will hide The dogs will run This is our future and this isn’t any fun Money is spent That hasn’t been had But lent The earth will shake this off Jesus will look down and say I guess there’s no need for judgment Not even very sunny For those who made all this money Would have been much easier To love your neighbor and your enemy But Government power is a wannabe One day though We will be free From government tyranny You’ll see

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 9/15/24

[poetic-distortions]

Diminished

You were never in the right You just were always louder But then again brute confidence can convince the lowly doubter And your arrogance was deafening Left my voice diminished— smothered God, this primitive behavior Weren’t you ever even mothered Where’d you get this ego from All this self-proclaimed divinity In spite of your delusion you don’t own all in your proximity Who gave you the right to put your hands on me to put your lips on me to press your crooked dick on me On what authority do you operate to think you can just exonerate yourself after what you did to me to reduce me to a nobody Just another crime, another victim Another case lost to the system Another man Another woman battered

You were never in the right, but it never mattered.

[wordofthevomit]

127/365: Loosing you is the best karma I have ever had

Pretty lips full of lies,

How can you kiss someone else

Behind my back?

Roving eye-

Such a sly.

How does it feel

to look for me

In every girl you like?

Little knives behind your back,

How does it feel to crucify

Someone you claimed you “loved”?

Wicked games,

Precious life,

I am not an another pawn

In your shitty chess game

You can sacrifice.

[brinaslovelypoems]

The Choice to Heal

A little doll

Finds herself “fixed” with glue

And poison

And cracks

Fixed not by herself

But by the tools

Left a vacant broken fool

It was only until she tore off her strings

And learned to heal

That she became real.

To be or not to be,

To fix or to heal,

Dolls get fixed,

But humans must heal.

Dolls can be fixed by

Tools

Or strings

Or the dollmaker’s guide,

But dollmakers cannot work their magic

On the realness

Of the human mind.

Humans must choose to heal

All on their own;

Into little dolls,

They turn,

And shrink and hide away

This be too vapid

This be too vast,

In darkness they rather stay.

A journey of rusted nails

And battered joints;

One not all will choose;

Because when staring at demons,

Demons stare back,

With ruby eyes and razor teeths

And repressed childhood tunes.

But what they do not know

Is that each one of them can heal,

Each one of them are capable,

Each one of them are real.

To be or not to be,

To heal or to hide,

A choice that does not determine strength,

But a choice for recovery of the mind.

- Sabrina Panico