#i love !!! poetry !!!

[ghostellie]

poisoned chalice

9.6k words. daniel ricciardo-centric, ft max verstappen, lando norris, sebastian vettel, checo perez. part 2 ->

Formula One is not kind. Daniel Ricciardo isn’t new to F1 and it’s flaws, it’s atmospheric highs and cavernous lows. He knows what happens to drivers who cannot endure; he knows what happens to the drivers who triumph. In the end, his knowledge proves useless. It does not save him from drinking from the poisoned chalice in 2020 when he puts pen to paper and signs McLaren’s contract.

[badtzr0m1]

To love like a dog

I’m like a dog, no matter how much you hurt me I always stay in hopes of seeing change, I don’t try to bite nor bark, I don’t growl or run.

I’m like a dog, an obedient well trained puppy who just wants nothing but to please you, not caring for my well being, love you even when you despise me.

I’m like a dog not caring about the world, not caring about myself, whose sole purpose is to love and protect you.

[moonlightloverrr]

Hey beautiful people.👋🏼 It’s been a while since I posted a selfie. I hope everyone is doing okay.🫶🏼

[moonluvr-444]

shoutout to orange and pomegranate poetry. gotta be my fav poetry genres frfr.

(lmk if you want any or have any recs for poems like this. i love them most ardently.)

[failureandpoet]

Another silly poem ~

[louisoffline]

Lenae is so amazing. I'm very normal about them I promise

An Edgar Allen Poe poem I quite enjoy, To F--s S. O--d. You guys are giving me like free chances to give you little fun facts with these silly ask drawings oh my oh my

They're such a nerd who even likes poetry how cringe...

[lovedpoetical-ly]

It’s been a while … but I’m back 😛

[vigilanteashit]

Questions For A Coward

That kiss on the forehead,

what did it mean?

All of those confessions,

were they an avoidance of this one?

You say you made a mistake,

was it me or just the timing?

Maybe we were always something,

why didn’t you consider it was different in my head?

I’m not capable of those feelings,

if you knew me so well how couldn’t you see?

You heartbreak soaking my chest,

so who the hell are you to apologize?

I really thought it was you and I till the end,

how don’t you miss this friendship?

You saw me as potential, since you have none,

when did I start looking past it?

I saw your photos with your new friends,

where were they when you called for me?

You block me but I was “always the problem,”

can you explain that to me?

Keep telling me how to improve my writing,

do you really think that poem was romantic?

[fluffyydumplings]

QUEEN

I’m the queen of this castle,

A heinous figure,

And yet they call me, your highness

This power within the grasp of my hands is the greatest feat of my life,

Yet as they bow at my feet,

I may be above,

But the crown on my head keeps me grounded

It does not humble me down,

But it reminds me of the feelings of the common,

But it reminds me to be prudent of whatever I do

Whether it be trepidation that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be veneration that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be obligation that lands them at my feet,

I am the bearer of this land,

But I too can be the harbinger of its doom

They compare me to Venus,

But my veins run cold,

They say I am akin to water,

But this is a slaughterhouse

And my kingdom is a well,

I’ll drain out one day,

And they’ll scoop fresh water over my remains

I’m the queen of this kingdom,

A courteous figure,

And yet my court is filled with traitors

I’m the queen of this land,

A lender of ascendancy,

And yet they believe I am a leader of competency,

One day my hand slips,

My crown crushes my skull,

And I can’t handle it all,

So I fall

I’m the queen of this facade,

An arcade full of flies,

And yet they believe I am a blooming flower,

But I’m wilted,

So I crumble,

And that is all

[pav-anne]

"to the roaring wind" by wallace stevens

[gothicluver]

𝔦 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔦 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶...

𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔱 ಥ_ಥ

[autistic-disabled-poet]

Invisible Pain

My cane clicks against the floor, families turn to stare. Head down, eyes ahead, I make my way through the room with Invisible Pain.

I gain a laugh from my sister, an "ew!" from my therapist, a "me too" from my brother. I show off my party tricks, contorting my joints and pulling my skin. I avoid grimacing and laugh through the Invisible Pain.

Physical therapists say "You have no structural issues!" Parents show concern that eventually fades. Doctors say it's all in my head. I should lose weight, change my habits. How can I exercise enough for them? When I’m overtaken by Invisible Pain?

Don't you think it's a bit insensitive to not believe my aches and pains? To say it's normal to have your hips shift, to have your arms swell,to lose feeling in your legs? I guess I will try to ignore the Invisible Pain.

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

i called you home because i knew the angels were looking for your love in the towers of god

the realms of the dead have forgotten their spark

you are after the enlightening storm

remember the visions you were gifted 4 years ago

dont be quiet now

you werent quiet then

why you are leaving us with your song

without your body singing the praises

have you forgotten yourself

have you forgotten the love inside of your veins

i prayed it away

i left out the strings

that my body was carrying from the wounds i had saved

i cut off the blockages and i headed home

when the mother is calling i go and give offerings

my voice was all i had when there was nothing

she kept me clothed and warmth was the potion

there are more guides that need hearing out

youre too stubborn to try it for yourself

youre just too fearful

try to get out for once

let the thunderstorms hear your lightening sounds because you are

the empress in disguise; and there is nothing one can say

that could take away from your light.

[necropawmicon]

prose poetry is so damn cool. the dam in my brain gets to break and leak out onto paper for a little bit . and the flood is so beautiful and cleansing

[feardot-com]

An unreal soul

The moon casts its watchful gaze upon the night,

Whispering softly to restless minds seeking solace.

Desolate words fall from my lips as I long for sleep,

But each flutter of my eyes leads to a spiraling abyss.

I try to find comfort in imagined company,

But the chaos of my mind leaves me stranded.

Then he appears, an unreal soul offering calmness,

Our fingers graze, and warmth spreads through my hand.

But like a fleeting dream, he’s gone, leaving me searching,

For the comfort of his presence in the storm.

It’s all imaginary, lost in a never-ending loop,

And the ashes of my daydreams scatter with each new dawn.

Yet when the moon’s gaze returns, I’ll seek solace once more,

In the warmth of his touch, in the comfort of his unreal soul.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

here is the long awaited lost boys poem <3

small reminder: it says he instead of them and their because it was a lot easier to base the words around that rather than the other!!

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@solobagginses @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @gothamslostboy (thought you might enjoy this)

[kombi-amarela]

i love poetry and well written songs and all i wanted was the TALENT to write 😭😭😭

i know there's no right way and as long as my feelings are there it's good etc etc but i'm never satisfied with anything i write 😭😭😭😭😭