#poems about aromanticism

[trickstersaint]

i want to introduce you all to a project that is very close to my heart... or lack of one. anyway. for anyone who has ever wanted to play a poem. i'd like you to meet aromanticism

(link opens itch.io - she'll run on html in your browser! please be nice to her!)

[bittersweetresilience]

how do you think aromanticism can be expressed visually? im not talking flags or anything else as an ID, i mean the experience through art // an aro asking an aro

like.. can you think of the symbol or trope or metaphor of how aromanticism can be expressed? im an artist who has the opposite of artblock rn so i think of such questions a lot sometimes :D i can think of anatomically gorey correct heart or the lack of attraction/"pull" like an anchor

its interesting to hear a writer's pov of the same question :]

before i say anything else i would like to say the idea of aromanticism as an anatomically correct heart is so fucking sick and i love this.

to me the first thing i thought of was... aromanticism as seeing the world through a slightly different color palette? almost like looking at things from behind a pane of vaguely tinted glass. you can see things happening, but they don't appeal to you the same way they do to everyone else. you can imitate it but it sort of feels like you're miming.

other images that came to mind (depressing)...

the center of mass in a binary system. the two stars are doomed to orbit closer and closer until they collide and go supernova, and despite being in the middle you are sort of just there, invisibly.

a black hole.

a knife.

a train where each passenger keeps getting off until you are the only one left sitting.

snow. a wintry landscape.

a dream.

other images that came to mind (less depressing)...

a plant!! maybe a tree. maybe a full canopy.

a notebook.

a rope used for rappelling.

pandas. i don't know why but they seem so aromantic to me.

a long drive at night on the way to pick up a friend.

the beach in the evening. if you listen to a seashell you can hear the ocean of your identity inside, just as sure as the waves that wash over your feet.

[knifearo]

really funny to me how all the aromantic people on tumblr pass around the same like. twenty posts. and not even because we're all mutuals we will just get a post to the Entire community through various causeways in the span of a couple weeks. sitting around watching the aro mutuals reblog from this sideblog of mine wondering if they know it's me...

[thedashproject]

[desilane]

Cryptic Affection

ㅤin summary, this is a digital "book" of poems ㅤinvolving about the experiences of a teenager ㅤ( the person with facial hair that is us ) with ㅤㅤbeing queer, mostly about aromanticism and ㅤasexuality, tertiary attractions and types of ㅤㅤrelationships.

ㅤ1st chapter ㅤ2st chapter ㅤ3rd chapter

[runarelle]

Lately been feeling the weight of amatonormativity.

[irritablepoe]

What is this thing called love?

If nobody had told you, would you still be able to feel it?

~by me

[fridayyy-13th]

Flowers for Me

Every day, year-round, roses bloom. Vibrant red buds—always red—burst in full display, tended to by doting gardeners, their sweet aroma permeating the air. Every day, year-round, roses bloom, bushes brightening up the streets, rose care tips everywhere you look, like the whole world revolves around these little clusters of crimson petals. Every day, year-round, roses bloom— and I hate each and every one.

From a distance, they aren’t so offensive, I might even call them pretty— even if, I say, they’re not my thing. But at that, the gardeners always shove their bouquets right into my face, that cloying, acrid scent burning itself into my lungs. They insist that I must be mistaken, that surely theirs are to my liking, that I can’t hate roses, because everyone likes roses! Regardless of their words, the flowers repulse me. I sputter, stumbling away, sick to my stomach.

I travel through streets lined with scarlet, not stopping ‘til my front door closes behind me, and a new scent replaces the tang in my lungs. The orchids in the kitchen window bloom lush, their golden petals a balm on red-sore eyes, and I know I’m somewhere I belong— somewhere I’m understood. Kind arms wrap around me, a familiar voice settling over my shoulder. “Hey,” it greets. “Long day?” February’s always full of them. I nod, returning the embrace, fatigue melting away, safe and known, settled and warm. Across the room, the orchids grow.

Every day, year-round, roses bloom, but orchids do too, and they’re the flowers for me.

[variousqueerthings]

today has been one of those odd little days that felt like i was in my own slice-of-life movie, probably french. everything tiny happening was being perceived at the scale of a massive event, and then it was nighttime. also i was watching cleo from 5 to 7.

[vulpinesaint]

knocked out three poems for the night. not caught up entirely but getting to where i need to be! and where i need to be is. asleep in my bed. got work tomorrow haha

[crazyboyonthebus]

unfortunately i think im a little in love with you

ive always been someone who loves obsessively

like a fish out of water

gasping for air

i was so grateful for my fishbowl

but i could not turn around in it

at least i could breathe, i suppose

but now!

now i swim in an ocean.

over 200 million fish are killed per day

you must cry awfully often.

im sorry i will be added to a neverending list of names that dont exist

i really didnt mean to fall in love

i guess i just tripped and hit the ground

when you get down to it,

earth and water arent really so different.

i find myself awfully desperate

its shameful, in some ways

ive always been a freak

and i dont want you to see that in me

i worry my love is stupid

and that you will laugh when i tell you

but i dont know how to take it back.

ive started watching the sunset and thinking of you

there is no turning back.

[trickstersaint]

an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

I am proud (heh) to announce for Pride Month I will be writing a LGBTQIA+ Themed Poem per day

Here is the schedule for those interested:

Week One Themes:

- 1st: Lesbian

- 2nd: Gay

- 3rd: Bisexuality

- 4th: Transgender

- 5th: Queerness in general

- 6th: Intersex

- 7th: Asexuality / Aromanticism (two poems in a day aren’t you guys lucky)

Week 2 Themes:

- 8th: My personal experience with my Gender

- 9th: Non-Binary as it means to me

- 10th: Genderfluidity as it means to me

- 11th: Nex Benedict memorial poem (also just in memory of lost trans lives in general)

- 12th: A poem about Closets

- 13th: Rainbows!!! And other queer symbols!

- 14th: My transition goals

Week 3 Themes:

- 15th: I’ll be seeing my therapist, and they’ll tell me to write something to build my self-esteem, so something about being proud of oneself

- 16th-21st: I will be hosting polls with what identities you want me to write poems about

Week 4 Themes:

- 22nd: A poem about closets and leaving them

- 23rd: I will have gone to my first Pride Parade, so It’ll be about that

- 24th: Homophobia (and why it pisses me off)

- 25th: Transphobia (and why it pisses me off)

- 26th: Repression of myself

- 27th: Transfem Blues

- 28th: Transmasc Blues

- 29th: Transneutral Blues

- 30th: I will have gone to a concert from my favorite queer artist so it’ll be about that

[knifearo]

🛏️🧍<— aromanticism

[lesbiankordian]

aromantic thoughts

in one book about transness i read, the author said that even if you go through transition, even if you accomplish everything trans related you wanted, the feeling, the years, of sadness and alienation just don't go away and are always somewhere deep inside you. you may still compare yourself to cis people and still not feel enough. even if transphobia magically evaporated, your transness wouldn't - even if you had a perfect life with no transphobic incidents.

and it's exactly the same with aromanticism. i generally feel good. but there are days where i just can't understand why i can't feel the same way as other people do. why i can't understand that one (supposed to be universal) beautiful poem about love. why most people's values are a bit different than mine. why i can't be truly happy in a queer club, because there are people in love everywhere and my friend's talking to me about her love problem with a guy and the people next to me are all flirting with each other and a girl's hitting on me but i'm afraid bc she'll probably stop when i say "hey, i don't wanna go on a date. ever. but we can kiss if you want". (don't even know if i actually like doing that).

many times i feel like that while talking about friends. life. attitude, not necessarily towards relationship things. it doesn't have to be anything romantic. bc romance as a norm goes so deep you're reminded everyday you're different, and that your difference - if you show it to others - is a rather bad thing in their morality spectrum. everytime i think about that i wonder if i'm not confusing aromanticism with sth different, but i do think aromanticism falls under that category too.

the author of the book i mentioned said that when she first realized she was trans, she was terrified of the thought that was how her life was gonna look like - after all those awful years, it'd only go downhill (realization, transition process etc), this time bc of her own actions. similarly, i know the way i live now is the best for me (probably). but i do that deliberately. i could stop anytime and try to go against myself, caring for someone the way my friends seem to be able to. i long for that, simultaneously knowing i wouldn't last a minute.

[spirit-phone-daily]

@poemsofanentomologist is doing poems everyday for the month of june and I decided I'd do that too, but only one day- being the aromantic day. I wrote lyrics for a song I plan on making, about Aromanticism. I've had this idea for a while but now that I'm actually getting better at writing and music making, I made the lyrics for the song. It's called: A Love You Feel

A Love You Feel

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A love seated beyond the edge of time

A rose of endless love and regret shines

A feeling so deep in humans you feel.

A love you feel….

Romance you feel from the start of your life.

The demure creator filled it with strife.

A soft calling to the engine of how life goes.

Oh but who knows?

Cuz’ Shining crystal balls illuminate the room.

As ephemeral dates go by and ensue

This social norm that’s all the rage

A Love you feel that I just don’t gauge.

Cuz I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m just aromantic.

Pretty cool instrumental ensues

Cuz’ Shining crystal balls illuminate the room.

As ephemeral dates go by and ensue

This social norm that’s all the rage

Extravagant, Euphoric, Ethereal thangs’

You describe like a pain in your heart

But a good pain?

A good pain?

NO!

I’m perfectly happy where I am

My romantic status is always damned 

But that's alright.

That's alright.

Cuz I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m not a romantic.

I’m just aromantic.