#fanpoetry

[revenantpoet]

JENEORA ROCK

Trigun Poetry

To bloom as a weed Is to be tough Is to be stubborn Is to be resilient You grow out of rubble and rock Your roots tough and sturdy No matter the wind howling No matter the storms that rip through No matter the boots that tread on you Rough beginnings create a tough life They make or break you And if they make you Oh honey, look how you shine Look how you bend your head for no man No creature your master No hand holding your leash Let your fangs show Let your claws stay sharp Let your stubbornness be your rock But remember Sway when the wind blows So you don’t break Let your head turn To follow the light of the sun And count your blessings While you’ve still got them

AO3 Collection

[voldiebuns]

The Mating Run by reeby10 Word Count: 132 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Poetry, Free Verse Summary:

The forest echoes with footfalls — running, leaping, escaping, searching

[afterreign]

it's what you make of it fandom: no home summary: A concrete poem about that high school dormitory deep, deep, deep in the forest and the ones who haunt it. text preview:

it is not what it is but what you make of it when you scrub the floor with scuffed hands or meticulously cook a breakfast for one, then two, then three [...]

[heretherebedork]

The wind and the candlelight dance Beneath cloud and rain and storm And what the wind knows Is that the world is big and cold But the candlelight is warm

Candlelight flickers and fades But comes back beneath cupped fingers To play with the wind again To let his flames be fanned Growing braver Dancing brighter

Yet the wind will always be drawn To the shimmer of the southern lights To the colors and the brilliance they offer And the memories of that place Colors that the wind cannot dim Calling to the storm simply By shining By healing

Sought by many Found by one By rain

The dance of the candlelight Is easily overlooked For the brilliance of the lights That dance in the rain But southern lights do not dance for wind When the rain is still falling

Wind blows without thought When the lights have dimmed And in the darkness And amidst the lightning In the sparks of anger It is only too easy

To overlook

A single candle

Until the darkness comes And the wind cannot bring back the light

[sillysoliloquyshits]

I wanted to sleep early last night, but God and Saint Valentine had other plans and made me stay up till 1am plus to write this ineffable husbands contrapuntal poem that's also Ocean-Vuong-core, an idea I've already been having for some time >:))

Artist: Roberto Ferri

Enjoy this nuclear bomb dropped on your sanity guys 😇😈

[jahaliel]

My Friend, Jonathan

a poem a "day" inspired by Daily Dracula May 3rd - Always on My Mind I find my thoughts linger with thee though the distance between us grows as I journey far and away I could not forget you even if I wished and I never would wish such foolishness when I sit down to eat I think of you when I fall to sleep, I dream of you Stay close to me, always

[tddott]

Illness

slight tw for vomit mention

I hate it when you get sick

When you lay in my bed, after I've been the one to drive all day

The way you you sigh loudly, like a temperamental child, whining at every bump, every jolt 

Your head hurts, you feel hot, you feel cold

Your hungry, you want to vomit- you scramble for a bag and I have to listen to you empty your stomach contents as I focus on the road

You whine for food, water, a cigarette- somehow you manage to still crave nicotine even in this state

Eventually, I pull over at a gas station to restock and to get you more medicine 

I don’t buy the cigarettes 

When I return you are still in my bed, curled up- quiet

Your tired blue eyes track me as I place your medicine down, some water, light snacks

You don't want any of it, instead you call my name

You call for me, your arms outstretched and needing- you crave my touch more then the nicotine or medicine

I don’t want to get sick. I have more driving to do. But you look at me with such longing eyes I bend

Crawling into bed with you, it's cramped, we have to huddle close to not fall out. Your body is hot, your fever riddled head nestled into my neck

Your fingers painted with chipped black paint gripping the back of my shirt, holding onto dear life. I run my hands through your hair, noticing your mohawk is fading

I wonder when we will have to dye your hair again, probably when you are healthy 

Eventually you fall asleep in my arms, your body rising and falling with each breath you take

I can’t help but wonder to myself, has anyone else held you like this before? Has anyone else laughed with you as green hair dye stained my sink, helped you paint your nails, smoked a cigarette with you as we talked about life and music or whatever came to us?

It’s not worth focusing on right now, because you are sick.

And we have a long drive ahead of us.

[magiciansfanworksextravaganza]

Time to WARM UP!

WARM UP

Welcome to our first challenge, Warm Up! The AO3 collection is open, and we’ll be checking to reblog your posts several times each day. Please post your work anytime between Dec. 1-7, 2024 (Eastern time zone), following the instructions below.

This is a micro Magicians fanwork event. We’re especially interested in pieces that are small. Fic to about 1,000 words (drabbles, poems, and flash encouraged); smaller pieces of art; shorter vids/edits, mini-fanmixes; a cosplay moment. It’s your call; we’d love to see it all!

Additions to existing WIPs welcome, as are new works! If you started a piece for our challenge theme, but it’s longer than flash fiction, feel free to present a flash-sized piece as your first chapter, then add more chapters at your leisure! We’re a little flexible about the upper word limit—but anything above 1,500 words should go in a new chapter.

The “warm up” theme could include vibes that are warm, cozy, related to winter, being hot (in any sense of that word), warming up or preparing for a big event, just starting out in something like magic, or any spin you’d like to put on it! Here are a few additional prompts for inspiration: https://www.tumblr.com/magiciansfanworksextravaganza/768225224500117504/5-days-till-warm-up?source=share

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[eliotqueliot]

Mosaic Haiku, Chapter 16

This chapter of Mosaic Haiku is dedicated to exploring the theme "Home" for Week 1 of the 2025 Welcome Home! Magicians fanworks event of @magiciansfanworksextravaganza

Everything about the Mosaic screams "home" to me. Even beyond the Mosaic, Queliot itself is for me all about Eliot and Quentin finding home in one another…and especially building a home together, during their Mosaic lives. Their own definition of what—and whom—home meant changed as the years passed, most markedly—and consciously—in their early years, but certainly continuing to expand, as their grandchildren took a large place in their hearts. But beyond all else, ultimately, their home is one another. (A sentiment echoed in Lev's books.)

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Welcome! I'm writing a series of haiku about the Mosaic! Disclaimer, I don't own any of these images (they're from the TV series adapted from Lev Grossman's series, The Magicians, which aired on SyFy). I'm just writing about them, ekphrastic style (seeing the image is an important reference when reading the poem, so I wanted to group them together). To read more about the project, the form, my author's notes (including a few more haiku), and to eventually see the paintings and drawings I'm making of these scenes (often with greater visibility/lighting or other small changes), please visit the page for this chapter at AO3 (link below). Note: I'm slowly making the art, so please stay tuned for that as each piece is done! Either way, I hope you'll enjoy these reflections on the best episode of TV (The Magicians, Season 3, Episode 5, “A Life in the Day”) and my favorite ship, Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh!

Mosaic Haiku (with Art) - Chapter 16 - EliotQueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

(Please also find some cool images for "A Life in the Day" at Getty and SyFy.)

Any haiku without a name above it means it's from both their points of view. (I've only marked "Both" on one set due to it following Quentin's POV with no picture break.) Asterisks between verses mean that these are actually separate poems designed to accompany the same picture, from the same viewpoint, unless a change is marked. Viewpoint changes (sometimes for the same picture) are indicated with the character's name in bold.

Mosaic Haiku, Chapter 16

Quentin

They don’t see me. One small moment, two pleated parents absorbed in our child

Years only matter for the memories we share: closer every day Every wrinkle maps patterns of you I love: don’t erase a lifeline We started so young. Hope, despair: would we succeed, go home? Or want to? Harmony, two hearts as one, tile board the right place to lie back and love Our life’s work, worth each tile: we lock together, our pattern complete Our lives work: full, good, our best. We belong. Mark me down for a lifetime. The older we get, the lighter our hearts: fear not, we get to keep this.

Quentin The beauty of all life: sunrise, Eliot’s soft kiss, a child named Teddy * * * Teddy learns his tiles: serious family business. He's the secret sauce. Creative hands, curious mind, child's wonder: he sees things truly. He'll solve it for sure: if an answer exists, it's coming from my kid. Teddy's why we're here: magic is a world with him: our home, joy in life.

Eliot Here’s my Teddy break. Deep into our quest, I have everything I need In the maze of my life, how did I find my way here? Magic square marked home.

Eliot Simply joyous love: My darling son, you make me Belong, know I’m home.

Quentin We’re on vacation from technology: like Brakebills, without the stress. Magic land, promise and hope. Surely two smart guys can solve a puzzle. Simple life’s not bad: worries? I focus on tiles. Best part: I have you.

Clock. We got so old. Spellbound with you, I failed to hear the ticking * * * Solve the tiles, go “home.” Lose it all: Teddy, grandkids, lives built together. Our great purpose haunts us now. Our lives before: dread. Don’t make us leave home. * * * Clock. We got so old. Spellbound with you, I failed to hear the ticking

Quentin Don’t sleep without me I’ll never drift off alone Hold me one more time * * * [Upon giving Eliot his flask] Wait for me. Don’t move on. To brave the Underworld tedium—take this. * * * What’s home without you? Our love’s the key. Bitter trade: this tile is fool’s gold.

Eliot It didn’t work. It’s not whisking me home. Unless… These tiles are comfy. Quentin You stretch out on tiles, arms spread wide, craving comfort giving me ideas

Quentin More frustrating than endless Rubik’s Cube tile game: will El make a move? Eliot Best view in the house. Sure, Q. I’ll draw the picture, stash it in my heart.

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First and last year? Home’s a distant memory. You’re my priority now.

(About Eliot)

El’s soft, wondering— Doors opening: could he be mine? Let this be the night

(About Quentin)

See it in his eyes: Q smiles with purpose: Drink up, Be brave, kiss your man. * * * (Both) Tried so hard. Our art’s No good? Beauty’s here. We decide: Choose a love that lasts. * * * “Art’s long. Life is short.” Ours, reversed: daily patterns, Long, beautiful lives.

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No one’s leaving. Let’s Make this home for all: love Settling in—not settling.

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To read all the chapters of Mosaic Haiku on Tumblr or check on which AO3 chapters have paintings or sketches posted:

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Mosaic Haiku (with Art) - Chapter 16 - EliotQueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[coolunspokenforname]

So, I may or may not be working on a FrankenStan poem... I'm not sure if I should post it though, since I'm not the best at poetry, and my AO3 is all prose. Also it probably makes Stan OOC. Anyway, here's the start, to see if anyone's interested:

When I woke up you were there Standing at my bedside Your hands were bloodied And held the scalpel Eyes wide, breathing hard

[revenantpoet]

Hallowboned: Chapter Seventeen

An angel AU narrative poetry fic

Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:

It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke

Excerpt:

Vash steps in front of Wolfwood So quick Wolfwood can’t even see him move (So much for being wasted) “What are you doing here?” Vash’s tone is ice Wolfwood’s never heard anything like it Not from his angel’s mouth “Well, that’s no way to treat your older brother, Is it?” Older brother? Angels are born and all that mortal crap? There's an order and different ages to them all? Not a dawn of the universe kinda thing? Wolfwood glances over Vash’s shoulder The man doesn't look unlike Vash He's about the same height And his hair is pale But that’s about all Wolfwood can make out in the dim light Except  Maybe A dim glimmer Where wings might be

[voldiebuns]

Constellations by reeby10 Word Count: 158 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek Hale, Poetry, Pining Summary:

There are constellations on your skin and I want to trace their paths and taste each star.

[niseag-arts]

anyone here want to read my MTG or WH40K themed poetry?

[sandwich2451]

jess mariano s2e16 inspired this (i was on the verge of writing a whole ass story but it's late) and yes this is peak x reader poetry i dont know what got into me to stoop this low but the self insert is evident i think

poets

the candlelight flickers in the silent

night (o holy night). it is quiet.

two souls reach out to one another.

- I've never understood poetry.

his voice is rough, uneven, corroded.

hers is sweeter, but evenly eroded.

- i write. you only need patience for it.

theirs wears thinner by the second.

his laugh is hard like the plates

they threw at snowed in gates

he steals her eyes, her mouth, her heart.

- maybe your poetry I'll understand.

her laugh is honey. on the money.

used at the right time on the right mind.

- you wouldnt get through the first stanza.

the candle dies and he relights it.

she settles into the couch and he joins her.

the night is silent (o holy night) and yet

the moon shines bright on the souls.

- write something for me.

- my notebooks are full of you already.

two souls find each other

with careful hands, feeling for words.

she gives him hers.

[nonvaleantredeo]

Hello!

I’ve been registered here for many years, but started using this blog only recently, since before my main platform was twitter.

My name is Anne, l'm 22. English isn’t my native language so I can make mistakes but will be grateful for your advice! Also, I studied and have some experience in French, Italian, Latin.

I write poetry (in Russian) and fanfiction, make historical inspired cosplays. Currently on my last year of philosophy, write articles and research in fields of vampires, philosophical anthropology, thanatopoetics and philosophical aspects of art history.

Main fandoms are Vampire Chronicles (only books), Tanz der Vampire, Three musketeers, Versailles tv series and Neil Jordan’ Borgias. Also, I love 70’ shoujo and shonen-ai (like Window of Orpheus, Song of the wind and the trees, Patalliro).

Disclaimer! I love Marius/Armand and will protect them so if you don’t like you can ban me.

I really want to participate in this year’s Marius week by deromanuscoven (I missed the start of last one…) and find new friends in VC books fandom🙏🏻

PS: maybe I’ll upload my previous cosplays (besides this variation of Amadeo from 2021 and 2024), fanpoetry and fanfiction on Vampire Chronicles, but I’m not sure if I could properly translate them on English.

[jahaliel]

even a goddess can bleed

sometimes though wisdom

plants her feet and says

no

i will not back down though

it may break me look at me

see my conviction to help

recklessness for a friend

a counter to ruthlessness

see me fight see me crawl

see me bleed for my desire

i am a goddess

bleeding but i

will not

give

in