#dat poetry

[queenofthepeasants]

Goodbye stranger

I walked passed you today,

You didn’t even smile,

But I wasn’t really looking.

It feels wrong to gaze upon your face,

 A face I traced one too many times in my head,

One I sketched in my mind thousands of times.

We used to smile,

We’d smirk across eachother,

We were happy,

Close.

We were once familiar,

Yet I feel more connected to starngers I see on the streets,

Your face is a blank canvas.

Our memories are erased,

Ones I treasured so much,

But now their just moments,

Forever frozen in time.

Do you remember them?

Your just a face,

Skin and bone,

It holds no meaning.

My hands no longer itch to hold yours,

My lips no longer want to brush against yours,

My arms no longer wish to wrap themselves around you.

It was never real,

At least not to you.

I was just a friend,

Nothing more,

And no one you coud ever consider as more.

I feel nothing now,

I walk past you silently,

Avoiding your gaze.

My heart beat no longer quickens erratically,

It beats normally,

Slowly,

Thud…thud…thud…

I don’t feel it,

But I can feel my stomach drop.

The butterflies are gone,

They don’t flutter around you,

Not any more at least.

I don’t blush,

My cheeks remain pale and discoloured.

I don’t recognise you,

Part of me feels as if I should feel sad,

Now that I don’t know you.

Your smile is off,

Your hair is different,

Your eyes no longer hold the fictional sparkle that they once did.

Sometimes I wonder if the version of you I used to see was real,

Did I make it up?,

Did I make you up?

Perhaps I glorified you too much,

I made you someone you’re not.

My heart no longer yearns for your love,

Or your attention.

Now you’re just somebody I once knew.

Nothing more,

I don’t miss you,

Months ago I’d never admit that.

But now your lips are just lips,

Lips that I’d never kiss,

Or stare at as you laughed,

Its just anatomy.

A simple feature of your face,

A face I can’t remember.

I thought you’d scarr ,

But you never did,

You were there,

Then you weren’t.

Its as simple as that.

Even thinking about you slows down everything inside me,

And I feel nothing.

Part of me is grateful,

I don’t want to love you,

 I never did.

I like the freedom of emptyness,

Its calm,

I can cope… I can cope…I can cope,

Cope like I never did with the irrational feelings you instilled in me before.

Goodbye stranger,

Who I once cared for.

@sweetwarmcookies16

[namelesspoett]

Unnamed.

Feelings scrapped

Failure, wasted ink.

How can I explain

A song I cannot

Sing?

Mind crowded

With unfinished drafts

So many thoughts

Yet none grasp ink

To write

I hate this

The way I cannot

Draw, write, or speak

The unwritten ink

That plagues my mind

I’m no poet

Or writer or an artist

I only depict

What my mind

Cannot say

[biohazard-inevitable]

It hunts it haunts it lingers…

It smells it sees it hears…

It gnashes it bites it snarls…

It screams it howls it cheers.

A cackle in the night,

Gnaws upon rotting bones,

A plague to mankind,

Singing only somber tones.

It watches it waits it listens…

It stalks it sneaks it sleuths…

It charges it chases it sprints…

For it has found you.

[bodani23]

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[delicateartisantrash]

"Song of War" - Poetry for Megs

Written as a poem for Megatron to claim authorship of in one of my possibly way too many stories. I'm working on a Cybertronian translation to then sing and turn it into an alien song \o/ we'll see how that turns out. If it sucks, I ain't posting it sorry XD

If you don't wanna see my poetry, my tag for it is "DatPoetryTho"

“Song of War”

Oh, the tonal Sound

that reaches ever deep;

across the mires of Death’s decay,

and through the inner guard;

I hear your call, old friend;

once more we sound the beat,

and rev the engines loud;

the chorus to your Song;

Oh, the tonal Sound

the same in victory or defeat;

the difference only stemming,

from who listens and who Sings

I hear your call, my friend;

the sound of war and grief;

and never I shall ever hear,

a Song so bittersweet.

Oh, the tonal Sound

that haunts and clings and seeps,

of Sparks' harmonics ended,

Songs of War, made from their notes.

Oh, truly am I wretched

for I love to hear the Song

that reaches ever deep;

across the mire’s of Death’s decay,

and through the inner guard.

~DelicateArtisanTrash 2024

[allwithagrainofsalt]

This is your sign.

Go back to writing diaries.

When you can,

live inside your own body for long enough to do that.

Put down what you want to get out (exhale)

and if you can, use it to find what you want to become (inhale),

for long enough to do that.

[froggowivdagudvibes]

Poem for ya :)

[yourenumber1]

The Earth is flat

Cash me outside, howbout Dat

[a-slut-for-smut]

adore rain as a metaphor for love…as if we’re human sponges ready to soak as much of it up as possible

I FEEL YOUR LOVE AS RAIN

Frida Kahlo to José Bartoli, October 1946 Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt Vincent van Gogh, Auvers in Rain (detail)  John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 1943 Låpsley, ‘My Love Was Like the Rain’ Maria Kostareva, Before the Storm (detail) Audre Lorde, ‘Woman’, from Black Unicorn Robert Frost, ‘A Line-storm Song’

[senecadavies]

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