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heller-castiel · 14 days ago
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What do you know?
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ss-prose-poetry · 3 months ago
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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. 🫶
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papercutplanes-cute · 3 months ago
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"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
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bbitterssweet · 1 year ago
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Needy
10/25/23
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0n1-m0nst3r · 7 months ago
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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.
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yashkasm · 7 months ago
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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)
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po3try-and-anarchy · 8 months ago
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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.
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vjstudiosnumber2 · 1 year ago
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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
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harrison-abbott · 2 years ago
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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.
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lonelypoetssociety · 2 years ago
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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
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aesethewitch · 6 months ago
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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.
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heller-castiel · 5 months ago
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Yard Sale - Everything Must Go!
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reallybadblackoutpoems · 8 months ago
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secrets of farming (1863) - john w. large
"yeowch augh taking damage ough eurgh"
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papercutplanes-cute · 6 months ago
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"Tell me how I'm supposed to show myself kindness, because all anyone else can see in me is weakness."
- 9:00 AM thoughts
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Personal Poems. Some in English, some in German
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yssabela · 1 year ago
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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.
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