#fan poem

[nopenototdaysatan]

Two Bunnies in Love

(Cozytober Alt Day: "Thanks for putting up with me." -Ravioli)

TW: None.

(I'm honestly surprised I only managed to do Ravioli once this month.)

“Thank you for putting up with me!”, Is yelled out to the room. SIlence coming in strong before A giggle turns into a snort Turns into full on laughter.

“That wasn’t funny Mr.Hero! I’m being serious here!” Shouted from a frazzled Bunny Merchant Hurt and confused.

“No, I‘m not laughing at you Rav.” A certain Hero of Legend calms from his laughing fit. Cradling his Bunny’s chin in his hands. “Thank you for putting up with me, Ravio.”

Red blossoming on Ravio’s face As Link gently pulls him forward.. Gleeful smile, as hands roam to the back of his neck And a content look softens his hero’s eyes.

“I love you, Rav But having the same thought is Just a little funny.” “I hate you Mr. Hero.” “No, you don’t.” No, no I don’t…. Because no one else puts up with me!”

Giggles pouring out As the two bump noses together, Humming like the happy bunnies they are. Love is something to put up with after all.

[veronae-buddie]

Buddie Poem #1

Inspired by the run of poetry being written by my lovely @disasterbuck, I decided to try my hand at some verse for the first time in years.

Oh, for a love to set you free  Which casts away the doubts for joy  That you should love him, endlessly  For the love you ache, so impossibly  The heart you longed for as a boy Oh, for a love to set you free   Someone from who you’ll never flee  And trust that he with you won’t toy  That you should love him, endlessly  A man whose soul becomes your key  A bond no crisis can destroy Oh, for a love to set you free   Heartfelt gasps breathe your name; “Eddie…” The night you whispered, “alright, cowboy…”  That you should love him, endlessly  A patient heart carved space for you to see  No longer hidden, lost and coy  Oh, for a love to set you free That you should love him, endlessly

[elenathrais]

"We saved the world" she said

Voice flat

The dread and heartache of years

Creeping

She sees cities burning

She sees sky roil sickly green

No enemy stands

No ally either

Only dirt and silence

And stoneheart thought

It was set from the start

"We saved the world"

A whisper

Tear born

Fate ripped

All new and always there

And in the end

Alone

[england-would-fall]

Dear Hopeless Romantics of the RWRB Fandom.

My darling friend @taste-thewaste requested RWRB poetry inspired by the "I'll break the sound barrier for you" moment. Please enjoy "Hurry" / "Barrier, Broken" and the bonus combined poem panel! Alt text is available, and the poems will be posted as text below the cut. My friend here hopes for a (free) downloadable collection of RWRB poetry and thinks you might be interested. I could be persuaded into creating one. What do you think?

“Hurry”

Beauty stands in the eye of the beholder,  and I, in the eye of the storm. They warn of the retracting winds, the silence creeping through the streets like Death. I cried for salvation when the quiet came, but today I weep no more. Let me sweep away into the sea, for I know it now — the Hurricane is my love.

“Barrier, Broken”

my name is in the waves that pummel land and never have i been brought to my knees i’m not to be beloved for who i am too fierce to let the world remain at ease but you, my love, you walk among the stills where life cannot risk life nor safe depart oh you, my love, cry fierce where fierceness kills a brazen hope, an undefended heart so all for you, i stand now as i am a hurricane, and with no doubt your man

[sorrel-leaf-vespers]

Cage

"Cage" is a Dreams of an Insomniac original poem, dedicated to/made for the character Winfrey

CW for a mention of death and a lot of mentions of captivity

Day after day, Hour after hour, Moment after moment. You sit. You wait. You think. Much to think about, And yet not much at all.

You think about How long you’ve been here. You have no windows to look out of. No way to see the sun. In here, Night is eternal. But how many nights have you spent Behind these walls?

You think about How much has happened. You have no control over it. No way to do anything about it. In here, You are not the master. How many more nights can you go Taking orders?

You think about The ones you love. You have no way to contact them. No way to see them. In here, You are alone. How many more nights can you endure With nothing breaking the silence But screams?

You want to leave. You want to escape. You want to leave the cage. You want to run free. You want to go home.

But you can’t. That man won’t allow it.

You must do what he says. You must follow his commands. He keeps you fed, So you must keep him alive. A fair trade, in his eyes. Or so you presume.

You don’t know his name. They only call him The Doctor. But his word is law. His word is absolute. You cannot disobey. You cannot run. You cannot leave. You are forced to stay.

So all you can do is wait.

Day after day, Hour after hour, Moment after moment. You sit alone. You wait endlessly. You think nonstop. Much to think about…

… And yet who to share your thoughts with But the corpses of those You are forced to kill?

[little-shop-of-stories]

Ballroom thoughts

Will you be my Belle

For this masqueraded ball

I'll dance away the night with you

Or with none at all

Enchanted by your candy smile

And sharp, observant eyes

Enraptured by your knight's disguise

Your subtle wit and guile

Dressed in lies you tell yourself

With a bright sun shining through

I'll undress you neath the moonlit sky

I've eyes for naught but you

gasp I did not mean to sound so crass

I shouldn't feel like this again

Mortified by my own thoughts

Of such metaphors abstain

Yet I do wish to know you deeper

Help you with old wounds and woes

Protect you from phantasmal foes

I too'll be your soul's keeper

I want to peer into your shell

To see you, to accept you whole

In costume still you shroud your soul

... I'll wait for you, I shall not dwell

So I ask to dance the night with you

'Till the dawn's too early chime

And let me see, in your own time

Your dark side of the moon

(This one's a bit different, in that it's an attempt at fanfiction of sorts. Just what I think might go through Edwin's head if he and Charles had to go to a (masquerade) ball for a case.)

[gendervapor14]

coraweek day 3 ~ identities

corazón would save lives. corazón would save a country. under orders, corazón destroyed towns and killed children, but soon, he'd save lives. it was an investment. rosinante broke by the fourth year. maybe corazón drowned in all that blood. rosinante saved one kid, a sickly thing, with no purpose and a checkered fate. rosinante killed corazón, too, or maybe it was the other way around. law would never remember rosinante, but he'd never forget corazón.

[itsrainingtheblues]

I'm Not a Brave Person

I'm not a brave a person

But I will laugh in the face of danger

I will smile and joke

So as to not let them know their effect

I'm not a brave person

But I will stand in front of others

I will defend everyone

Even if it feels like my heart has dropped through the ground

I'm not a brave person

But I will face the worst of the worst if it means that someday will be better than today

I will scream and fight

With everything that I have even to save just one person

I'm not a brave person

But I will die before telling them that I'm scared

[soupthatistohot]

I wrote a poem from chuuya's pov!!

(I suck at titling so don't judge this)

O grantors of dark disgrace I feel like I’ve spent my life licking my wounds, ripping open stitches before they get to heal.

Destruction runs through my veins, lifeblood, I unleash it. Maybe one day it’ll kill me. Maybe I don’t care.

You always bring me back from the brink, breathe life back into this body. This trust we have, it’s fickle yet firm, it continues to pulse despite everything.

And you say “humans are hypocrites,” well, then we must be the most humanlike monsters to have ever lived.

[pearlescent-poppies]

Hello! This is my first post of three assignments for the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri!

For: @smallishplanete

This a MoonRot angst poem with elements of abstraction, surrealism, and impressionism. I wrote the stanzas one at a time and then shuffled them until they were somewhat coherent to make something that didn’t make sense but was still cohesive. I also played around with capitalisation, italics, gaps, and font size. This is not my usual style at all but I loved the challenge with all my heart! I really hope you enjoy this! (AO3 link at the bottom)

As The Moon Withers Away

Red liquid runs

Down the surface of the forgotten sun

Rays of light twist

At the bottom of a sinking ship

She howls

Decay sets in,

New lives to begin

Fire, ire,

their existence in a pyre

Master of puppets

Coveted

Scorned

Massacre

Mourned

On another server, in another life, soft light encases two souls in a warm embrace. One of rotting, green flesh, the other of eyes, feathers, and the moon. A flower tucked behind an ear. Time ceases to exist as they indulge in hard-earned tranquility.

But that isn’t reality

That is a broken wish

A forlorn memory

Whisked on the wind Like sand in the breeze

Ashes, dust

Wishes of blood lust

Rise and shine,

Rise to die

Tears cascade

As

arrows ricochet

Sunflowers: hope

Black Roses: mystery

the moon withered away

[nopenototdaysatan]

What have I done (While I should be sleeping)?

(Whumptober Day 30: What have I done? with Legend [Link from ALTTP])

TW: Stabbing, Major Character Death, the deadly implications of gravity in a daily basis, Grief

(*tapping the tw sign* Read it again.)

Shunk! Bodies falling, Metal squelching in blood and tissue and skin. Shields clanging against each other And a Thump as the ground meets them.

Little hands pushing up at the one laying above At the Knight holding them down. Begging them to get their heavy self off. Wishing they had the strength to actually move them.

The jangle of sword against metal plating against shields Against the wiggling movement of a small child. Trying to pull themselves out now and yet Gravity hinders them from their escape.

Slowly inch by inch they make it, And with their last boot out from under him The Knight’s head hits the floor with a ding. Red slowly pooling out onto the floor Now that the small child isn’t there to soak up the blood.

“Mr. Knight?” whispered into the wind As the terrifying truth slowly comes to mind. “No. No. No. No. No. NO.” Breathing picking up unsteadily As the body in front of him cools.

His first kill And it was his Uncle’s friend! HIs Uncle would hate him. Should despise him!

But he didn’t mean it. He didn’t want to k-kill them. He didn’t even want to hurt them. But they didn’t recognize him.

They didn’t even recognize his Uncle’s sword and shield. How did they not recognize him as Uncle’s Nephew! As “Little Link the Future Knight” As he always told them he would be!

He doesn’t want this. He wants to go home. This has to be a nightmare, right? It can’t be real!

But he needed to get the princess, He couldn’t disobey his Uncle after this. Maybe he could go get her and take her home And then Uncle would come and fix this in the morning.

Standing back up Link steps closer to the corpse. His sword was still stuck in Uncle’s friend Using all of his strength He pulls the sword And it inch by bloody inch comes out As it spills blood everywhere around them.

Just start walking Link, Don’t look back. Just like with Uncle before You gotta move forward.

Covered in blood. Covered in bruises. Limping and Tired. The new hero makes his way to the princess.

Unable to to keep the thought of of his head: “What Have I Done?

[england-would-fall]

I want to do an October fic writing challenge. Yes, I know it’s October 9, but I’d be willing to catch up.

[verilyproductions]

Sweet Song

Just a little Wolfstar poem I wrote. Watching Teen Wolf I learned that wolves go for the throat when they kill, adding to my headcannon that Remus is quite protective of his neck, but he trusts Sirius.

The strings of my heart lay in the veins of my neck,

You are so close, I feel your breath

You who could cut, rip, and kill

Choose to play a sweet song instead

[crypticpawpoems]

Joker Acronym

Just the greatest and most

Outrageous psychotic

Killer! He is

Everything you could ever want,

Right down to his ruby red smile.

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[little-shop-of-stories]

Unsettling eyes

A nightmarish smile

A lie on his lips

A villain's worst trial

He's sharp as a razor

And cuts like one too

You can't hide from him

What you think, say or do

He has friends in dark places

Wherever he goes

You can never outwit him

With how much he knows

An army of souls

At his call and command

By kindness and wit

With him they will stand

With a plan and a punch

From the dark with green lightning

By death he's surrounded

For life he is fighting

(This one I made for @pitviperofdoom's fic Yesterday upon the stair, after being consumed by it for a good two weeks. Some of the best stuff I've ever read. I'll never be able to consume the original again without comparing it to the masterpiece that it YUTS.

Anyway, the poem is what I think could be rumours on the streets after Deku makes his official hero debut and any ghost sightings caused by that are taken with various amounts of salt.)

[lovelyunknown]

N’s Lament (One Moment More)

I know sacrifice. It’s worth the full price, To hold one moment more within my hands. I won't take your life. She can’t make me decide That the world is worth more without you. So hold my hand in yours, And spend one moment more With me, before the end of the world. Lets run under the dark With nothing but our spark And the ticking of the clock within our hearts.