#my first poem

[pyaariposting]

yaaroñ ki yaar bnke kya paaya maine, azeeyatoñ mein khudko tanha paaya maine,

jo mehfile aabaad thi awaaz se meri, unhi mehfiloñ ko veeran paya maine,

mere labo'ñ pe jinka naam tha jama, ab unko sirf apni duaoñ mein paaya maine,

jinke naam ke dave kiya krti thi maiñ, unki seerat ko anjaan paaya maine,

jaha khud ko awwal smjha maine, wahi khud ko aakhiri paaya maine,

ab milkar bhi wo baat nahi, purani dosti ko gum paaya maine,

kya kuch socha tha, aur kya kuch paaya maine!

~ me (this was my first ever self written poetry)

[itdreamygirl]

I wish

I wish I were popular I wish I had many friends like you do I wish I were every boy's crush I wish I were every teacher's favorite I wish I had the beauty you have I wish I were good at everything But I never wish to have your fake personality

[ainomirainikki]

I wrote a poem inspired by something I posted.

I'll never forget everything my mother did to me...

[callmefe]

Lol, my friend is looking trough my posts and is corecting all my spelling mistakes. IN MY DEFENCE, english isn't my first language, but it’s still funny hdidhdid

ANYWAY! Out of boredom, I made a silly little poem about love! I'm aroace (or better said demi-romantic and asexual) and I wrote a poem about my view on love!

"Love is a word I never understood

From since I was so very young.

Everyone told me it's like "magic",

But yet, by Cupid I was never stung.

Throughout the time I felt so weird...

Why was it only me,

Who just could not feel the romance

When others were flooded by it like a sea?

Now I grew and understood,

that love is so much more than that!

It comes in all shapes and forms,

Everywhere you look at!

I love my friends and family,

that I can not hide.

I love my cat, I love my home,

And I can say it with lots of pride!

So even though Cupid missed me,

He's ignoring me at the time,

I learned that love is more than romance!

And after all, I wasn't left aside."

I'm actulay kinda proud of it, considering I don't really write poems! My friend actulay inspired me a lot hdhdje. I hope anyone that sees this can enjoy it too! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT HDHSHSHHD :3

P.s: My friend just told me that "Time" and "Aside" don't rhyme, BUT idc, cause I don't wana change it lol

[glitter-mouse]

A Nandermo poem (by me)

La Rose Macabre

A rose bush sprouted in the garden, Its soil fertile from the deceased. Pulsing hands just slain the flowers, Killing and dying to please.

The thorns dug deep and drew warm blood From the mindless gardener, whose Sole concern forever long had Tended to his pardoner.

As gore clung to the wounded stems, the Dutch picked out an Iznik vase, Arranging the scarlet flowers Blood and water interlaced.

The scent of life alarmed the beast, Submitting to a shy caress. Drops of tincture on his tongue prayed, For him to taste but not possess.

Circles of hell, undivided Watched them both summon the end. Water hides the death of flowers, Like blood helps the undead pretend.

[pcpoetry]

Δοτική

Θα έπρεπε το ρήμα αγαπώ

να είναι ελλειπτικό

να μην έχει χρόνο ιστορικό

δεν είναι παροντικό μα διαχρονικό

έχει όμως ενεστώτα

Σε αγαπώ γιατί είσαι το ομορφότερο από όλα τα όντα

έχει και μέλλοντα

θα σε αγαπώ μέχρι να ταξιδέψω στον Αχέροντα

δεν θα έπρεπε να έχει προστακτική

πως να το απαιτήσεις αυτό;

είναι ανάγκη επιτακτική

να χρησιμοποιείς το α ενικό

εγώ είμαι επίσης ελλειπτικός μα δοτικος

με την πάροδο του χρόνου με διώχνουν

εγώ είμαι δοτικος

με διώχνουν όπως την δοτική απο την νέα ελληνική

Υπήρξα δοτικος και με εξαφάνισαν

μα ακόμα και εκεί υπάρχουν εξαιρέσεις

η πτώση έχει παραμείνει ακόμη σε μερικές λέξεις

τι είπαμε θα έπρεπε να είναι το ρήμα «αγαπώ»;

[bornwithhornss]

27.4.23

my first poem, photograph combo 🗒️ 🖊️ 📸

if i am being completely honest, i am so pleased with the end result, it’s better than i could have imagined..

this is not the original poem i was going to share i had a sudden urge to write last night; and the outcome.. i believe is one of my best so far.

personally this is my emotional outlet

i was so nervous to post it purely because my poems are a piece of me.. I am never as vulnerable as i am when writing. i find it so intimate.. sharing my inner thoughts and feelings with complete strangers was such a foreign thing for me. some nights i sit in a constant battle over how open to be.. how much to share.. I’m aware this is a process and i am no longer entertaining the thought of toning back my writing or who i am.

I am so proud of the writing i produce; it’s raw, from the heart, but most importantly.. IT IS ME ✨

I will no longer tone back who i am for another, i am more than happy with the person I am, the love i give and stay true to myself.. i encourage every one else to do the same.

BE YOURSELF 🦋 there is no other like you, you are the perfect you.. and i feel that is something to be not only proud of.. but worth celebrating 🤍

i honestly never dreamed i would share anything, i never even planned to tell anyone about it in the beginning..

I have finally found my feet on this silly planet and am learning more each and every day about myself.. and the world around me. it is beautiful. I have worked so hard, day and night to find myself.

i am so proud

my first official poem, this being my first draft submission for the art show

©️ poem

[bfmva7x]

Lost in my own head;

Imagination running wild;

Begging to dread;

The feeling taking over...

Stuck in this place;

Stuck in this skin;

Putting on a brave face;

Preparing for the punishments of my eternal sin...

With the smell of death in the air;

I rise;

I draw my sword;

I rise;

Preparing for the battle to commence;

I fight.

Looking up to the sky, crimson;

Blood has been spilt tonight;

Time stands still;

As I stare toward the eternal light.

[aegnel]

She was so warm, and she had the most wonderful smile. Her satin white nightgown now stained as she inches her soft fingertips to my cold body, we meet. Her fingers turn into a palm as she caresses my slate skin. My eyes fall downwards to her other hand, the one that was holding the gun.

[by--e-j-c-g]

There was someone at the door

Eye for an eye.

A kiss for a rose.

The wish on a midnight sky,

Hold me close.

The soft sent of your clothes,

The sound of the silent moth.

The heavenly feeling of a cold death anaunced in the morning sky.

I don't remember what I wished to say,

But I've got deadly, sweet jazmines

Swimming in my favourite vase.

E.J.C.G. 20/9/21

[a-mans-expolartion]

For love is an illusion that blinds even the most insightful of men, yet it is a beautiful pain that we willingly endure. And in that pain, we find the true meaning of life, for it is through love that we learn to connect, to grow, and to become more than we ever thought possible. And so it shall be for all of the existence of humanity, that love will remain the one constant, the one thing that makes life worth living.

[thatgirlrupi]

I’ve taken all of my mirrors down

They have collected dust and are hidden under sheet that I have had since I was young..

Because I cannot bare took look at the reflection that I see..

I do not look like them..

My face..

My hair..

My teeth…

My WAIST…..

..And I have tried…

An tried…

And TRIED…………….

But I think it’s time…

…..It’s time to pull off my sheets and clean my glass..

It’s time to hang back up my mirrors…

And be free from the past..

-mirrors tikkamasala

[salaciousme]

He is a sky full of stars

But i am the sun.

He shines on dark nights

I shine brighter in the day

Both beautiful

Both in our own universe

Separately, never together

Because together

We drown each other out

And if i had to chose

you may be a sky full of stars

But i am the sun.

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[odeioemail]

Johnny is a tired boy.

His room is dirty, if he cleans it, will he find his happiness?

If he searches, will he find his dreams inside the dirty glasses scattered around his room?

Jhonny is sure he saw his will to live in the clothes he forgot to fold.

But unfortunately he couldn't get out of bed.

He will look for it in another tomorrow.

[lavender-roots]

bean bheag (little woman)

you never learned to take firm hold of the nettle,

arguments all solved by the whistle of the kettle.

voice, and steps, and movements kept as soft and light as lace;

living hours in advance, for fear of running late.