#personal poems

[heller-castiel]

the god poems - parts 1-5

[ss-prose-poetry]

SUPER EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT

I have finally published about 24 poems, available through Kindle/Amazon right now as an ebook. Depending on interest, I may add a paperback version later with a better index.

I AM SO STOKED! Thank you for those who helped me reread poems a hundred or more times. Thank you for anyone who read any of my original poems or prose pieces on this blog. Please keep reading poetry always. 🫶

[papercutplanes-cute]

"If you ever decide to leave, I swear to not cry as you break my heart. I want you to remember me as the kind-hearted and sensitive girl who bawled at every ending in every story. Happy or sad, tired or mad--yet she couldn't be bothered to shed a single tear over you."

- thoughts 1:37 PM

[bbitterssweet]

Needy

10/25/23

[0n1-m0nst3r]

Since it's Poem in Your Pocket day I figure I'll show some personal poems I've made in creative writing class...

Haiku:

In this bright morning

The birds' chirps fill me with glee

Don't you hear them too?

Cherry blossoms bloom

Down they fall slowly for us

Bringing us great peace

Clerihew (best one):

People pass by and I say I'm fine

But really I think I broke my spine

I fell out of and am under this tree

Hey, does this yard even belong to me?

Palindrome:

You know that it's true

I have a fixation

Taiko's all that I do

When I'm on the Playstation

When I'm on the Playstation

Taiko's all that I do

I have a fixation

You know that it's true

Golden Shovel (also gonna show this one to my boyfriend):

I never guessed when I met you

It would influence all that I do

I don't believe all the ways you help

Cherish, love and care for me.

I know soon I'll have to leave your

Warm embrace, but I'll always love

You, and everything you do for me is

Everything to me, provides my heart's key.

[yashkasm]

Ode to Gliese

To the one who resides

16 light years away from here

Let me ask you to travel

Through Speed

In Light

The Memories

You live in an absurd space

A place moving slower in time

You pace slower than me

And although I'm swifter

I wish I was slow, probably slower than you.

You're seeing something different, a different me in a different time

A girl with an intact life

A complete heart

And an unharmed body

A dream in the mind

O Gliese, I wish I could leave earth

Intergalactic travel

Speed light memories

A flash, a bang, an explosion

Journey through the limits of time.

Time is all we need

Time turns, bends, kills,mends

Time's pace determines my life

Times has been harsher here.

To GJ 1002

If you could read this, I hope you do

To you who sees the me 16 years ago

To you who sees me with an unfractured heart

To you who sees me riding the bike with my grandfather

I hope you see that I've never faltered

I was not always like this

I was whole once

I was a child once

An adult thrice and over

But 21 years of life has it's perks

And more and more

Gliese who resides 16 years

Away from me

I hope you understand

You understand that I was once too full of life like you

I too was full of life and more

But now I'm a dying star

I wish you'd grant me your vision

So I can see what life is again

I am sorry for the failures you're about to see

But Gliese

Oh what if

What if Gliese you see me happy again?

- Yasha (self penned)

[po3try-and-anarchy]

Poem 13 || 03/01/24

People look at you differently

When there's not a cigarette between your lips.

They will avoid your gaze as you pass,

If you have one in hand.

You can observe the world without interruption,

Though the smoke will obscure some things,

To both you and others.

They will know you don't care for yourself as they do,

They will know you carry yourself differently.

You will leave behind still-burning cigarette butts in the yards of the lives of people you used to know,

Some will burn out.

Some will catch the grass alight.

Either way, the cigarette butt will still remain,

As will you.

[vjstudiosnumber2]

Let Kitty Outside...

 Outside is very warm and free

 And even if it makes me angry

 The black and white kitty likes to play

 So let kitty outside

 Despite the cold weather

 Even when the clouds are gloomy with my own same despair

 The friendly, soft, but ferocious wants to catch mice

 So let Kitty outside 

 He also took four others with him, one black, one silver, and two gray

 After a year, they're never seen again

[harrison-abbott]

You wish you had

A time machine

So that you might

Go back to the past

And be more assertive

With the bully

And ask him/her why

She said such a thing and

Got them to stop,

Somehow …

But you can’t really

Do that because it’s

Not possible

And so you end up

Writing stories about

Such incidents instead

And sometimes it helps –

The writing – and

Sometimes it doesn’t.

But at least you try.

Some folks don’t give

A damn about your

Little stories, but,

Other people do.

Maybe your life is in

Total tatters and you

Have no clue

How to solve it.

But there’s something

Medicinal and important

Within literature that

Helps you resurrect

For the next day.

And it seems to work

Because, for now,

You keep waking up.

[lonelypoetssociety]

in the depths of my despair I can see myself living there, as not a temporary state of being, as if all else has lost it’s meaning

and maybe I’d let you find me there If I was someone else, but I won’t let you see me suffer at your expense

— Maja

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[heller-castiel]

What do you know?

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

secrets of farming (1863) - john w. large

"yeowch augh taking damage ough eurgh"

[papercutplanes-cute]

"Tell me how I'm supposed to show myself kindness, because all anyone else can see in me is weakness."

- 9:00 AM thoughts

[tumbleringismycopingmechanism]

Personal Poems. Some in English, some in German

[yssabela]

I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, may I remain soft, may I still be compassionate, full of love, and see hope in everything, and may I never become something that once broke me.