#free poem titles!

[goatsmell]

More from the Lost Titles File

Duodenum Bone is Connected to the Brain Bone Efficiently Chunky Yogurt Slapnuts and the Seven Horn Orchestra Ripped but not So Swole Farting Blood on the Train The Good Bikkhu Peckersnot Toast Breakfast at the Monte Carlo Fondling the Adjectives

[thenothlng]

death comes to me again, a girl

death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip. barefoot, giggling. it’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. there are wind chimes and the smell of lemons. some days it rains. but more often the air is dry and sweet. i sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. i like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.

[hurdy-girly]

[nitetime]

a poem i wrote for title magazine

[lesbian-hannibal]

little bit of ekphrastic poetry based on the art piece 'Woman with Dead Child' by Käthe Kollwitz.

[solis-angelus]

a poem I wrote after seeing this post and many others on here.

Her name was Sidra Hassouna, and she was killed among the thousands of other people in Palestine. Never forgive never forget.

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

POV

I don't think that you tried to see it from my point of view The hellish sort of pain that only you could put me through. I don't think you can see that underneath I have accepted the plea a non-verbal sort of surrendering me There are no words that could be said no apology that could mend this fence yet I have silence myself to hold on the last piece of peace and not make a monster out of me The anger that spoke The words that intended to hurt That hard rock shell was never a shelter it was only a pretence those cracks are too deep to repair. I don't think you have tried to ask the other side only a straight long road with blinkers on the sides, it is in those hidden paths that I reside in hidden in and hoped so deeply, that I could make it one day without fighting to not be afraid, still you have hurt me once again. Though perhaps it was me this time feeling the lost feeling of being left outside and those voices fighting in my mind, But only one that's too loud and too proud stubborn with on emotions resting inside It laughs every time. Setting what I knew from those dark days And this feeling doesn't seem to go away. I don't think you have ever tried to see it from my point of view You have always loved taking sides that only suited you left me on the outskirts trying to find myself anew and God knows I have tried to but this voice inside It doesn't want me to let go any time too soon.

[scamera-writes]

the world looks better through your eyes

I’ve started staring out windows more often. Do you notice the casual biker? Do you notice the walker with their earbuds in? Do you notice the couple holding hands and pressing up to each other?

Sometimes I don’t, you can’t see everything. But when I do I am reminded of all the lives we lead Most of us will never interact with each other I will never know their names.

But I will see them. I will think about them. I will wonder what they plan on eating for dinner tonight I will wonder if they go home and call their mom Or maybe they open the door to a lovers arms

I am reminded that we live. I am reminded that we breathe. I am forever reminded that every day- We are surrounded by the mundane beautiful.

The world is beautiful in the smallest ways

I will enjoy myself until the end of time I will smile with my last breath The light in my eyes won’t leave If I have something to say about it

I don’t know what drives me to this passion Maybe it's the way I can see the stars at night Maybe it's the headlights on the freeway Maybe it’s the foliage around me as I walk Maybe it’s just how it’s supposed to be.

I can see that you see it too And when I hold your hand, When I press against your side, When we laugh like no one is watching, I’m aware of the fact that we are living:

In a world of stars, In a world of beauty, In a world of love.

And I’ve found it with you.

-the world looks better through your eyes (By me)

[creatediana]

"Wow, bitch. Who tf are you?" - a free verse poem written 12/22/2023

[chimerawrites]

Go Ahead and Cry, Little Girl

I see him in everyone. Maybe that's why I can't seem to fall in love. A fear that I'll just end up with someone like him. Maybe it's the fear that I will never be enough.

Because I was never enough for him anyway. The person that was supposed to love me unconditionally, irrevocably. If I wasn't enough for him then how can I even expect to be enough for someone else? I wasn't enough to make him stay.

I wasn't enough then and I’m not enough now.

Every time he gets the chance he leaves. He seems to love strangers more than his blood… but it's not him. It can't be.

He never chose me.

I surely must be the problem then. Leaving me twice isn't enough when he is still looking for the opportunity to leave again. Leave me again.

So how can I fall in love with someone when I'm always expecting them to leave? It’s always “when” not “if”. He left, and they will too. Because I will never be enough to make them stay.

[lanzhans]

went thru my inbox and found this ask that an anon sent me like almost 2 yrs ago at this point and it was a poem they thought i'd like but the blog deactivated before i answered the ask so i have no idea what the poem is. anon i hope u know u haunt me forever i have gone to the ends of the earth to find that poem i am so sorry

[forgetmenot-mymoon]

My Eyes Hear Your Screams

The sounds of tales has left his eyes

As he smiles his devil smile,

As the apple tree is stuck with smite,

But the sounds of music still fill the eyes of the young.

We pack them up to send them down,

Done to the trenches, done to the streets, done with the pieces of paper while they drink ale, wondering if it was worth it.

We raise them, we suck the sound of song birds out of the earth, so the boys will harden, so they will hunt.

Their eyes are dead by morning.

We raise them, we suck the sound of clouds out to their skulls, forcing our children to do whatever we want them too.

Their eyes are dead by morning.

My sound is falling like an angel, who had its wings ripped into sheds by the tiger of life.

I can’t hear it anymore with a devil smile

As I write this I hear nothing but my own-

[popcorn-plots]

I wanted to write a poem

To my class, my teacher, my world

but the words wouldn't come.

I wanted to write a poem

telling them that AI is not a god.

But I couldn't find the words, hidden behind my screen

If AI is not a god, why do people worship it?

If it turns evil, like those shitty sci-fi movies, do we crucify it?

Cut it's sides, lash it, force it on a cross with a crown of thorns

saying that we knew all along, jeering until it turns on us, benevolent in its anger?

I wanted to write a poem

but I couldn't find the lines

I wanted to write a poem

to show what I thought

but how do I compare what AI has become to human ideology?

AI is not a god, but it has a halo of binary code and a server of believers

I wanted to write a poem

but the words aren't forming

and I'm drowning in my thoughts

people tells me to "ask chatgpt",

to talk to a robot

and find my answers in plagiarized words

but they say it in the same way they tell me to turn to god

AI is not a god.

so why do people want it to be

@salidqueen

[anarchist-title-thoughts]

Free to Use Titles Part 41

These can be used for anything! If you’d like me to come up with titles specific to your story, please send an ask! Just give me some details and/or an excerpt and I’ll give you 4-8 potential titles. My titles are free to use with or without credit (though credit is greatly appreciated), all I ask is that you show me what you create with it.

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Key:  (either one)  [might not include]  //random note//

-over

-forever

-eternity

-morality

-asunder

-[your] choice[s]

-it isn’t

-say it

-(new inevitable) ending[s]

-this is it

-torn (apart / to (pieces / shreds))

-reach the end

-(let / make) it end

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Master list for titles 1-20

Master list for titles 21-40

Previous List

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[adhd-merlin]

She looks at Merlin from under heavy eyelids, drinking in the sight of him before he has to slip away and back to the quarters he shares with Gaius. He’s quiet, as if lost in thought — his cheek pillowed on his hand, while with the other he plays with a stray tendril of her hair, twirling it between his fingers. Gwen is looking right at him, and he is touching her, and yet it still feels so unreal to have him there, in bed with them, half-naked. She thinks of the night that started it all — an innocent conversation, a playful remark, Arthur’s shock at hearing about her kiss with Merlin turning into mortified arousal. “Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” she asks, out of the blue. Merlin’s hand stops and he glances worriedly at Arthur. It makes Gwen laugh because it’s unexpected, and ridiculous — that he should worry about this, after all they’ve done. As if they hadn’t coaxed him into it. “Oh, he knows,” Gwen reassures him. Arthur snorts softly into her neck. “You were just about conscious,” he drawls. “If anything, Guinevere is the one who should apologise to you.” Gwen pokes him in the side with her elbow. “I thought he had died!” “I didn’t mind,” Merlin interjects, and there’s a grin hidden in the curve of his mouth. “Clearly,” Arthur says, dryly.

from Call It Anything We Want on AO3