#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

[oatmealdaydreams]

Oh, Poor Dragon Darling - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

No one defends you

Dragon

Besides a lonesome glare

Dragon

Wings so grand

The colour of Autumn red

Of Mars and fire not so burning hot

The kind of fire which passion is

But not the kind that burns those close to it

Joy blooms through your eyes, breath and lungs

But then Serpent speaks

And it dies 

Not even a brother

To protect you

They say ‘ego’

When in truth, it’s Ego 

Is it dishonesty or ignorance?

What’s the difference?

No Corvid to speak wisdom

To guard your mind

No Preacher to speak guidance

Because they themself are lost 

Flower speaks praise to a bird

But ignores you

And when Serpent gets a consequence 

Delivered through you

The one you protect screeches surprise

and disapproval at you 

Oh

You realize

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. 

Those guarded by others

Supported by friends

Will never be

You 

You make effort with serpents

And one makes effort with you

But those who you need effort from

Laugh heartily in your face

Dragon 

Darling dragon

Poor darling dragon

Hurt awaits

[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

[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.

[eliotqueliot]

Mosaic Haiku, Ch. 13 on AO3

(Photos in place in the AO3 chapter through Sat., Sept. 28, 2024. Then I'll do the usual format with links to the images and holding places for the art to come.)

Links below to the new chapter, as well as the Tumblr Table of Contents for all the chapters!

Mosaic Haiku (with Art) - Chapter 13 - EliotQueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Mosaic Haiku (with Art) (1761 words) by EliotQueliot Chapters: 13/14 Fandom: The Magicians (TV) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh Additional Tags: Haiku, Poetry, Mosaic, Beauty Of All Life, Episode: s03e05 A Life in the Day, Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day) Summary: Mosaic Haiku is my Happy Place. I feel very Zen, contemplating these beautiful pieces for long stretches that feel timeless, while making the poetry and art. It's an amazing experience, and I'm so grateful you're along for the journey. "A Life in the Day" is one of my favorite things on Earth. So much beauty even in the hardest moments (theirs and mine).

Tumblr Table of Contents for Mosaic Haiku

(Includes links to all the Tumblr chapters AND AO3 chapters, with notes on how much art is completed per chapter)

Full AO3 Mosaic Haiku with art in place

(As much as I have finished and am ready to share!)

[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.

[patroiocus]

his folly was never falling

we all know icarus laughed

he soared and swooped

he let wax slough off his wings

and when he fell 

he felt free

-

icarus fell and called it freedom

felt the wind whipping about him

and called that liberation

called that control

but the thing is?

-

the thing is that he was wrong

he was not flying

he was not free

icarus laughed as he fell

and never seemed to realize

he was falling

-

there is no freedom in inevitability

and icarus did not laugh 

when he crashed into the sea

[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.

[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.

[elf-luthiel]

i wish so dearly Dragon Age developers would get with a linguist and really Put On Paper the grammar, writing system, and lexicon of Ancient Elvhenan Language

let us write authentic elvhen fanpoetry 💐🥺

[nopenototdaysatan]

I didn’t see a pinned post so I’m curious, do you write? Draw? If so, is it on ao3?

I have been thinking about making a pinned post so people can find my posts in the middle of reblogs but unfortunately haven't started that.

I do both.

I've got my drawings here under the tag "Satan draws again" and I plan on keeping those here. Stuff I write is on here and on my ao3 here. Probably easier to find the ravioli poem series there than here as I haven't figured out a tag for them.

I've got non fanpoetry pieces here though under the tag "EAP's apprentice writes" because I am that weeb for Edgar Allen Poe. Those pieces might go on AO3 as well just depends.

Not writing or drawing related but I do have a tiktok where for years I've done cosplay related stuff as well if anyone is interested in my ocs which is here.

And then maybe one day I'll dip my feet back into prose. But I have nothing at this time for that. I think that's everything. If it's not, oh well That's what reblogs are for.mm

[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