#poetry of tumblr

[pembebirkrizantem]

Yüzünü unuttuğun insanların acısını hala kalbinde taşımak kadar gariptir hayat.

[sbblake]

— “Redecorate” , Twenty One Pilots

[andileighwrites]

Our Ghosts

...

We'll watch each other's ghosts

And knit cocoons around them

Made of memories we share;

We'll stay warm in the winter

That won't tell us what's impending

And our ghosts will go from there.

...

Andi Leigh 10/25/2024

[frommydiary]

"Aesa lagta hai ke jesey mere ander do log hain, ek wo jo poori duniya dekhna chahta hai, aur dusra wo jo apna kamra tak chodhna nhi chahta. "

[inkedwingss]

[dsweave]

Poem:

I am ocean foam

treading vast currents,

gripped by depth,

blurred by waves,

always longing to

flow but never to

blend.

🌊

[senlair]

All This Time.

I was going through random, unknown songs, Tunes I don’t know, tunes a computer thinks I would like... Does the computer know me better than I know myself? Does the computer write my poetry, not me? A song named "All This Time," an old, emotional, teenage one a song I would have liked when I was rebellious. But not anymore, because I'm tired. The title hit me in the face: All this time. All this time... I listened to the song, wishing the lyrics matched the ones I had printed in my head, but they didn't. Maybe it was a song I was meant to write and publish, Something that was meant to be a sign. Sometimes I wonder: would it be public humiliation if I self publish my writings? Should someone do it for me so I don't feel it? Should I go anonymous?

But I like the attention, positive or negative. All this time. All those nights. All those words. All those songs, all of you, and... none of me. It's a lot of time really, it is but I didn't realize it until now.

All this time, my heart crying for the unknown, Wanting something to want it, not knowing whether it would be good or not. Maybe that's life: we want things. Maybe all the things I ever wanted were as cruel as you, and maybe I'm a true masochist and should accept it. I do accept it; it's bittersweet anyway. All this time, all this time. Does the song have to be this bad? Is my destiny cursed and doomed? All this time, thinking about you, caring about you. All this time, it feels like a decade... A month or two summed up by me just thinking about you

All this time. Maybe I should've done what I always do: let you go far with everything you want.

That's the only way I keep the men I ever want. All this time. All this time.

- S.D

[purinna]

“My favorite time of day is when both the sun & moon are present. There is something so poetic about them looking at each-other from across the earth. I only imagine them waiting for an eclipse to occur to be together even if for some mere minute.”

-tav û hîv

[antepaths]

ig: antepaths

[just-looking-for-stars]

a bit of advice:

order dessert before dinner whenever you can. get the really rich option, the oreo cheesecake or chocolate mouse. lick warm, melty whipped cream off the backside of your spoon, scoop the chocolate clean off the plate, sit back and sigh and lament that you might have not saved enough room for dinner, without an ounce of regret, and then go on to finish the bread and oil and your entire bowl of pasta too. look utterly confused anytime anyone brings up their new diet, or how they need to work out before dinner, or that they are just soooo bloated, or how they just need to lose that last 5 pounds. act as if it is the most absurd thing you have heard that someone would even consider cutting calories or passing on warm cookies fresh out of the oven or ignoring the pleasure of eating a whole bag of pink starbursts in one sitting. picture yourself at age three, often. think about a time before dance classes or diet culture or tiny runway models or tumblr of 2012 got it’s hands on you. remember the way your belly rolls looked extra cute in your purple butterfly swimsuit with watermelon juice covering your sticky salt water fingers, braids wildly unkempt from summertime play (and then remember that nothing has changed with age except that now you have a blue butterfly swimsuit instead of purple). and when you can’t show up for yourself to feed this adult body that has to face the world, feed yourself at three years old, giggly and chubby, sweet talking in hopes for a second popsicle. let them know that they can have three popsicles if they want, and that tonight, we will even order our dessert before dinner.

[pembebirkrizantem]

Ömür Ağacının Körpe Tohumu

Yuvarlandı,

Yuvarlandı,

Ve düştü...

Toprağa,

Suya,

Havaya,

Ateşe

Ve kalbe

Ömür ağacının körpe tohumu...

Böylece başladı,

Mevsimler.

Henüz icat olunmamışken

saatler...

Akıp durdu zaman

Doğumdan,

Ölüme doğru...

Önce filizlendi hayat,

Sonra boy verdi,

Düştüğü yerden.

Topraktan semaya doğru...

Uzadı da uzadı,

Nihayetinde

Tohumun kaderiydi büyümek...

Koca bir ağaç olmak!

Ve gölgesinde tüm insanlık.

Henüz yaprakları bile

Kendine yeterli gelmezken

Üstelik...

Fakat ne zamanı kabil gelirdi buna...

Ne de henüz tanışmadığı

Sert ve soluksuz mevsimleri,

Zira büyüdükçe

Anlayacaktı;

Çiceklenmek için

Ağır kışlar geçirmek

Gerektiğini...

Anlamıştı da!

Öncelerde zavallı bir tohum,

Şimdilerde heybetli dalları ile

Göğü kucaklayacak bir ihtişama

Erişmişken,

Anlamıştı...

Toprağa gömülen acıları,

Suya dökülen gözyaşlarını,

Havanın zehrini,

Ateşin yakıcı vehmini

Ve kalbin yıkamakla çıkmayan

İnatçı kirlerini...

Nefret gibi, riya gibi, zul gibi

Yaşadıkça anlıyordu artık

Bazı şeyleri,

Ömür ağacı olmak!

Ne de zor işti değil mi?

Geçiyordu zaman,

Tıpkı daha öncekiler gibi,

Döndükçe mevsimler,

Gücü azalıyodu

Ağacın...

Kalın dallarını,

Derinlere sarılmış güçlü köklerini

Bir bir kemiriyordu hayat,

Hele bir de yaz geldi mi?

Vay haline,

Kuruyan dallarına mı dert yansın?

Yoksa gün be gün eksilen

Vakt-i saatine mi?

Biliyordu artık ömür ağacı,

Ya bir densizin kıvılcımına

Kurban gidecekti!

Ya da çürüyecekti,

Toprağında can bulduğu

Bu tenha köşede,

Biliyordu artık...

Gidiciydi.

Ölümü beş geçeye kurulmuştu,

Tüm saatler...

Belki dönmek de,

Gelmek kadar önemli bir işti...

Ama şu hiç ölmeyecek gibi

Yaşamalar yok muydu?

Ömür ağacı da olsan

En çok o koyuyordu

Bu dünyadan

Bir rüzgar gibi esip gittiğine...

-PembeBirKrizantem

(Şiirle ilgili görüş ve düşüncelerinizi belirtmeyi unutmayın lütfen🌸🙏)

[sbblake]

— Forever, Noah Kahan

[andileighwrites]

Without Stirring

...

I slept through The hours of night Without stirring—

What a rare feat.

I know I dreamed But it's lost to the Waking rhythm

Of the mute room That welcomed me.

Existence settled In my breath

While the unknown Woke early Beyond the window,

Quicker than I.

But I was not Interrupted; I was given time.

...

Andi Leigh 08/29/2024

[lamentofspring]

— haley nichole green, excerpt from when in the moors

[inkedwingss]

does love exist without sacrifice? and does sacrifice exist, with no pain? painless life, I see no gains! just another robot in the rain unable to feel the drops chilling their veins cold these are ages of veinless love but the soul is in the blood we have no artery, no bump, no heart no ups and downs as God intended we are lifeless! if it doesn't move it's dead, they told me but on that calm Sunday no suffering, no thunder and I realized I would rip my chest apart just for you, for a smile to smell your breath or anything like it no big problems required the sacrifice was already done inwards me, lying down at the altar while love aches, in invisible pure and beautiful slaughter