#improvised poem
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Beware she who lies in silt and sorrow,
if you wish to see tomorrow.
Her song is saccharine and her blade is keen.
Halfborn daughter of the violet queen.
Dark wings flutter, like tar and slick oil.
All who are clever, shall bare her toil.
She whittles and waits, watching over the ember.
The last cinder of a lover, the world no longer remembers.
First to war, first to die.
Now forevermore alone she will lie.
For now cries a mother, without her hearth.
Beware my children, The Widow.
She will tear you apart.
#shit post#shitpost#dnd#god dnd#dnd god#deity dnd#dnd deity#dnd goddess#gothic#worldbuilding#world building#improvised poem
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rain, night, silence
That's all I need...
That's not true,
I'm missing you
I never thought I'd say this
but lately it has been you
Everything I do, everywhere I go
I keep wishing to be there with you
Holding your hand
hugging you tight...
I never want to let go
Because I am tired of all
the "see you tomorrow"s
when you are the one I want
to see when I get back home
Even when I want to be alone
I would rather be with you
Staying in silence no words
but still together whatsoever
Being with you makes everything
much better, much brighter
you make me shine like the sun
and I wont ever stop the light
Rain, night, silence
That's all I ever wanted
but now I want you more
than all I have ever desired
#crappy poem from the other nigh#i wasnt going to post it#but it has been too long since my last poe#academia aesthetic#dark academia#classic academia#dark academia aesthetic#academia#chaotic academic aesthetic#poetic#chaotic academia#poems#romantic academia#poemsofthedragon#improvised poem#own poem#poems on tumblr#poems and quotes#science academia
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
i feel sick to my stomach
physically ill
for the way that you’re not there
but i feel you still
#high notes#poetry#improvised poem#it’s actually apart of a song#urges#is the title of it#i just pressed record and sung over a track#boom this masterpiece#oh wait#tw#sry guys
1 note
·
View note
Text
quetiapine, pristiq.
latuda, allegra.
kickin' it-
kickin' it at the pharmacy.
takin' it back.
all- all- all- all-
all right.
feeling like I'm on campus
little, little girl
growin' up, takin' pills,
feelin' chills.
what, what?
don't ever go down,
always twist around.
never stop blowing up.
#nsbu#d20#d20 spoilers#this is a twice-exploded 16 of a slam poem#jack manhattan#izzy roland#poetry#words#yeah#paula donvalson#god's best slam poem. entirely perfectly improvised
51 notes
·
View notes
Text
empty
all that i do feels empty, shallow, without any meaning; that is, when i do something, since recently i've been feeling like nothing. i don't know how to explain this, how to describe this using only words, but if you've been there, or are there now, you know exactly what i'm talking about. i write this having sort of given up; i say "sort of" because i still believe, but my beliefs are fading. and they will either recover, and i'll be able to be something, or they'll end up completely gone, 6 feet deep on the ground. it kind of feels weird, I have this story i'd like to complete, but no matter what, whatever i do just feels wrong, bad, horrible, not enough. yet, when writing here, it all flows down like a river on the countryside. wonder why it's like that. but coming back to the main subject, i feel empty. i am empty, without any meaning in my life, with hopes and dreams, but without achieving them. i'm empty, my mind is empty, my will is empty, and soon, all i'll be is nothing, like i've always been.
#poem#poetry#writing#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#poems#modern poetry#creative writing#improvised texts
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
History
you haunt every memory
you haunt all of my thoughts
you tear each and every page of our story
and leave me in the dark
-s's.
#free verse#creative writing#improvised#spilled ink#poem#writers and poets#spilled poetry#original poem#poetry#poet#poets on tumblr#surreal#poems on tumblr#writers on tumblr#original song#original post#spilled thoughts#my thougts#thoughts#life is strange#dark poetry#fiction#history of love
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
Margaret of Anjou’s visit to Coventry [in 1456], which was part of her dower and that of her son, Edward of Lancaster, was much more elaborate. It essentially reasserted Lancastrian power. The presence of Henry and the infant Edward was recognised in the pageantry. The ceremonial route between the Bablake gate and the commercial centre was short, skirting the area controlled by the cathedral priory, but it made up for its brevity with no fewer than fourteen pageants. Since Coventry had an established cycle of mystery plays, there were presumably enough local resources and experience to mount an impressive display; but one John Wetherby was summoned from Leicester to compose verses and stage the scenes. As at Margaret’s coronation the iconography was elaborate, though it built upon earlier developments.
Starting at Bablake gate, next to the Trinity Guild church of St. Michael, Bablake, the party was welcomed with a Tree of Jesse, set up on the gate itself, with the prophets Isaiah and Jeremiah explaining the symbolism. Outside St. Michael’s church the party was greeted by Edward the Confessor and St. John the Evangelist; and proceeding to Smithford Street, they found on the conduit the four Cardinal Virtues—Righteousness (Justice?), Prudence, Temperance, and Fortitude. In Cross Cheaping wine flowed freely, as in London, and angels stood on the cross, censing Margaret as she passed. Beyond the cross was pitched a series of pageants, each displaying one of the Nine Worthies, who offered to serve Margaret. Finally, the queen was shown a pageant of her patron saint, Margaret, slaying the dragon [which 'turned out to be strictly an intercessor on the queen's behalf', as Helen Maurer points out].
The meanings here are complex and have been variously interpreted. An initial reading of the programme found a message of messianic kingship: the Jesse tree equating royal genealogy with that of Christ had been used at the welcome for Henry VI on his return from Paris in 1432. A more recent, feminist view is that the symbolism is essentially Marian, and to be associated with Margaret both as queen and mother of the heir rather than Henry himself. The theme is shared sovereignty, with Margaret equal to her husband and son. Ideal kingship was symbolised by the presence of Edward the Confessor, but Margaret was the person to whom the speeches were specifically addressed and she, not Henry, was seen as the saviour of the house of Lancaster. This reading tips the balance too far the other way: the tableau of Edward the Confessor and St. John was a direct reference to the legend of the Ring and the Pilgrim, one of Henry III’s favourite stories, which was illustrated in Westminster Abbey, several of his houses, and in manuscript. It symbolised royal largesse, and its message at Coventry would certainly have encompassed the reigning king. Again, the presence of allegorical figures, first used for Henry, seems to acknowledge his presence. Yet, while the message of the Coventry pageants was directed at contemporary events it emphasised Margaret’s motherhood and duties as queen; and it was expressed as a traditional spiritual journey from the Old Testament, via the incarnation represented by the cross, to the final triumph over evil, with the help of the Virgin, allegory, and the Worthies. The only true thematic innovation was the commentary by the prophets.
[...] The messages of the pageants firmly reminded the royal women of their place as mothers and mediators, honoured but subordinate. Yet, if passive, these young women were not without significance. It is clear from the pageantry of 1392 and 1426 in London and 1456 in Coventry that when a crisis needed to be resolved, the queen (or regent’s wife) was accorded extra recognition. Her duty as mediator—or the good aspect of a misdirected man—suddenly became more than a pious wish. At Coventry, Margaret of Anjou was even presented as the rock upon which the monarchy rested. [However,] a crisis had to be sensed in order to provoke such emphasis [...]."
-Nicola Coldstream, "Roles of Women in Late Medieval Civic Pageantry", Reassessing the Roles of Women as 'Makers' of Medieval Art and Culture
#historicwomendaily#margaret of anjou#my post#henry vi#yeah I don't necessarily agree with Laynesmith's interpretation (that it was essentially Marian with an emphasis on shared sovereignty)#which she herself says is 'admittedly very speculative'#as this book points out that interpretation tips the balance too far on the other side and has a somewhat selective reading#It's also important to remember that this interpretation was not really reflected across wider Lancastrian propaganda at the time#which isn't really talked about - let alone emphasized - as much by historians but remained focused on the King#For example: look at the pro-Lancastrian poem 'The Ship of State' which hails Henry VI as a 'noble shyp made of good tree'#and emphasizes how he was widely supported and defended by many great Lancastrian lords and the crown prince#but not Margaret who was entirely absent#also look at the book 'Knyghthode and Bataile' (presented to Henry) and Fortescue's various pro-Lancastrian texts in the 1460s#even the recording of that Yorkist trial which was iirc reported in the 1459 attainder#all of these were entirely conventional and highlighted the presence and importance of the King. Margaret was not emphasized.#so either the Lancastrians were impossibly inconsistent about what message they actually wanted to convey about the role of their own queen#or the Coventry pageants were not actually meant to emphasize Margaret in the lieu of Laynesmith's interpretation#and would not have been viewed in such a manner by contemporaries#I think we should also keep in mind that we don't really know what Henry VI's condition was like at the time of MoA's entry to Coventry#we know he had been injured in St. Albans and had only just recovered from his second illness#this is especially important to consider since we know he had also arrived at Coventry before Margaret but much more discreetly#and was not welcomed by any pageants that we know of. This is VERY unusual and can be best explained if we consider the fact that he#may have simply not been in the right state (be it physical or state of mind) for it at the time#in which case the pageants for Margaret should be viewed as more of a improvisation/cover-up/temporary measure to bolster prestige#or Henry may have deliberately taken a more discreet role to emphasize the position of his heir - especially important after the long wait#imo I think Kipling's interpretation (ie: that they addressed Margaret but really referenced the prince & heir) makes a lot more sense:#'Coventry [...] regarded Margaret's entry as a kind of triumph-by-proxy: the Queen entered the city but Coventry received its Prince'#though I think he tends to view Margaret as more of a cipher (and has a very questionable view of Henry VI) which I also don't agree with.#The pageants very much DID focus on and reference her but they most prominently emphasized her 'motherhood and duties as queen'#ie: I think Kipling and Laynesmith tip too far on opposite sides and I think this interpretation takes the most realistic middle ground
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
A unicorn walks among a waters Bank, her coat is pure white and her mane is curled like clouds have fallen upon her head. Her tail long with tufts of the same cloudy hair on its End.
Her body shimmers in the moonlight, her eyes capture the stars perfectly and her eyelashes flutter as junebugs rest. Dispite this lovely scene she feels empty for this moon light and fog upon clear water is not what she wants.
She waits till day, she wonders among a rainy morning though old pine trees. Sun's rays glareing though ever so slightly. Till she finds her favorite spot.
A clearing where the trees circle, and the rain pours down on the ground. Creating mud.
She runs toward it with no hesitation in her body. She rolls and prances though the dirt and mud. As the sun reflects of her sapphire eyes.
Many would say she ruined her coat.
That a unicorn shouldn't have done such a wild thing.
But to her it was Pure Bliss.
#a writeing thingy i made up on the spot.#i wanna get back into writeing stuff. and good advice i have!?#simply listen to music and write stuff on the spot.#youll make a wierd lil short story.#poems and poetry#writeing#improvisation#random shit#♡
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
bunnycomix #11: pilgrimage
SOMETIMES YOU SLIP OUT OF YOUR SKIN SOMETIMES THIS LETS SOMETHING IN AN OLD GOD DRENCHED IN SIN WAITS FOR A NEW LIFE TO BEGIN
IT STEPS BETWEEN YOUR DREAMS GENTLY UNRAVELLING AT THE SEAMS ITS VOICE ECHOES UNSUNG SCREAMS YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
THERE IS A PLACE WITHIN AND WITHOUT STANDING ON THE EDGE OF DOUBT WHERE YOU CANNOT SPEAK CANNOT SHOUT AS SOMETHING TURNS YOU INSIDE-OUT
#bunnycomix#BL6CHE#text is original poem i improvised in 5 minutes lol#just wrote it straight on there with the paint pencil tool directly from my brain lmao. first draft
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
I feel alien. Foreign.
Going through metamorphosis.
Ripping through skin
And tearing through emotions
Shedding all that was new
Now old; shedding all that once was
Now nothing; rather, it’s uncomfortable.
Like wearing your mother’s lipstick
And wearing shoes that don’t quite fit
Fulfilling expectations- hollow.
I have become strange.
I’m becoming something new.
All this time, I thought I was perfect.
Who can call the butterfly beautiful?
Not the caterpillar. He only knows
Slugging and slithering. Emerald green
Plants, chewed and eaten.
His life is perfect. Yet change still comes.
Who says the butterfly is what the caterpillar looks forward to? The caterpillar is he;
The butterfly is she.
When one becomes the other
Do they stay the same?
Damn. I’m changing.
#just girly things#identity#existential crisis#childhood#poetry#mental problems#sadnnes#mental illness#mentally tired#im not okay#this is what makes us girls#lgbtq#lgbtqia#poems on tumblr#original art#original poem#improvisation
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
I have a single yearning,
that keeps me ever forth.
That when I am finished learning,
I will venture onward north.
Hop upon the rails,
and venture to the woods.
To travel onward all my own.
to prove to me I could.
To be free from my aching binds,
of plans and kin and known.
So a journey I will take.
to see sights all my own.
Mayhaps I will return,
to the golden land of birth.
Or I will stay among,
the misty western earth.
#trans girl#transfem#shit post#shitpost#lesbian#sapphic#trans lesbian#autistic#autistic girl#trains#travel#self discovery#post college plan#post college#queer#trans#I love trains#poem#improvised poem#future plans#my future plans#future#pacific northwest
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
My handsome boy
Sometimes I just sit, and stare
because there's nothing else
but to be amazed by his gaze
and let my mind wander till the end
His eyes, brown as a tree's trunk
by them i could get drunk,
as they are the prettiest ones i've seen
and will never be forgotten
His messy hair, black and straight
soft touch, in my hands tangled
bounce around when he runs
like he was one of those fauns
His smile, hidden by his shyness
hides stories that have never been told
but also stories that have never been
wanted to be heard, truly and sadly
The way his face lits up at my sight
is a feeling i will never disregard,
its one of those acts that might
but will never be ignored
His face... his whole damn look
that i wont keep my eyes off
he is the most gorgeous angel
that has ever fallen from heaven
He is stunning like the night sky,
pretty like the sunset in summer,
handsome like a field if flowers,
beautiful like a secret waterfall.
He is that and so much more
as in my eyes there's no boy alike.
since the moment i met him
he stood out from the crowd
and now hes mine,
so please, shine
#improvised poem#sorry for this shit#its late#my brain isnt braining#he is just so pretty#i love him#academia aesthetic#dark academia#classic academia#dark academia aesthetic#academia#chaotic academic aesthetic#chaotic academia#poetic#romantic academia#poems#poemsofthedragon#poems and quotes#self poem
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
No Luck Duck
There was a duck
His name was Puck
He has no luck
But he didn’t give a…crap
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stranger Conversations
I have conversations with strangers. I make small talk about daily life after shaking hands and learning their names. I ask about significant dates in their lives, And I hear about the funerals of loved ones and first dates, Plane crash tragedies and birthdays, Fond memories and fragile requiems.
Oh, how we are willing to share so much. How we confess when given a chance to connect. How we search for understanding and absolution, And find it in the company of strangers.
#2453#I'm done with my show#which was semi-improvisational and a great conversation#just a lovely time#but also now I get to est#I am so tired#writing#original poem#poetry#spoken word#poem#spoken word poetry#daily poem#poems
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
living
living is quite a funny experience, isn't it? we can't even choose if we'd like to or not, and when it crumbles down, all we'd like to do is rot. living has been quite hard for me, i have no idea what i'm gonna be. i have plans i wish would come true, yet i always fail to get them through. mornings are usually the worst, but the rest of the day isn't that great either, as i wonder what is it i'm supposed to do, but i always stay with none or neither. i live with no future ahead of me, but only the agonizing present i shall be stuck in, and if there isn't anything i can do about that, then that's an issue i'll only try to fix, yet fail again. i don't think i'll ever find a way of turning my life around, i have no idea what to talk about, but somehow, i know, that maybe, just maybe, i can work this out.
#poem#poetry#writing#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#modern poetry#poems#creative writing#improvised texts#writerscommunity#writers and readers
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
Emotional clarity
I would love to feel.
Hold to my sanity,
While, slowly, I heal...
- 16032023
#emotionalclarity#poetry#sad#tears#cryingeye#mental health#short poem#short poetry#digital art#digital sketch#coloured sketch#drawing#coloured drawing#march 2023#artistic improvisation#rhymes#my art#original art#emotions#emotioneyes#sketch#eye#insight#creation#graphic tablet sketch
9 notes
·
View notes