#shit poem

[maihonhassan]

"Par tere aage kuch bhi nahi sab khaak barabar" said no one ever :')

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Sea Salt

“Welcome to the hall of the seafoam king”

The voices rang out in an eternal symphony

“Where the fish are friends and all the people are green”

Arian woke in a small room

Alone and defenseless, armed only with his courage

He ventured deeper into this strange place, hoping it wouldn’t be his tomb

He arrived in a long hall

And at the end there was a golden throne

On it sat the seafoam king, proclaiming,

“Who are you to have the gall to come before me uninvited”

Arian fell to his knees

And told his story

When he was done the king pulled the boy to his knees

And said

“Hero, I will build you a new boat, the best in the world

But you must first complete me a quest”

[harleeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

pt 4(??) of introducing my shit poetry like i’m on npr tiny desk

so uh this is a part of an unreleased poem, sonuh teaser i guess. i haven’t decided on a title, but i’ve been thinking “what it means to be queer” or “what it means to be me.” i’ve been going through some religious guilt about being gay, and a bunch of other things have been going on. at least it breaks me out of writer’s block i guess.

here we go.

“it’s so hard to be queer.

i can’t find words to ever come near

to the experience, i fear.

have i ever not been queer?

before i was me, i was queer.

my identity is soft and salty, a fallen tear.

to me, love is intimate and dear.

but what is it to be queer?”

yeah! just a snippet, but i actually have a little photo of the original thought process.

[op0ssumlord]

TW: SELF H@RM, BLOOD, @BUSE, PERIODS, TRAUMA, SA I would bleed I bled for both of you one from a blade one from nature

Both red Both hurt Both dripped down my legs

One for your amusement One for your kids I bled for you

But you left me Left on my own Left covered in blood Are you happy

[softknightt]

I'm so envious of her and the way she goes

swimming, but not hitting the rocks stuck

along the river as life's waves move foward

until the sea, until the horizon without losing

herself in the waters, without becoming invisible

without becoming one of them, common

and unimportant. She pays the price,

whatever it is. I don't. I keep the change

in my pocket and I play with the coins

instead of asking for a drink with an umbrella

because I'm a lion in the yellow road

waiting for someone to lead the way

so I won't have to take the first step

and risk everything that's left. Funny

there's nothing beside my phone

and one dollar coins. But, as I said,

I won't pay the bill and I won't send

the message and I won't tell the truth.

I hide behind pillars, and smiles and

people and the rocks in the river.

I stay the same and I hate it and I am

too afraid of changing it, and catching

the eyes of fish men and sharks alike.

I created roots, and I rot on the rocks

and the change in my pocket rust.

[aidsyouinthinking]

The “Metaphysics” of poems.

Where do our wounds go when they heal? Do shadows linger in the dark? Some must question are they real? Can one have a neutral ark? Does agony befall, if empathy-less trees surround? Does it exist at all, if within themselves it’s not found? Do souls shed or must it be picked? What part are we, what’s me truly? Nothing real, our mind just tricked? Singular; brain unruly?! Selfishness blinds us of consequences, If they’re never faced, were they ever there? Cooking the book of other’s expenses, does bliss waive debt from each type of affair?

[ontologiclown]

Árido silencio que me envuelve

Sepia que se siente en mis pestañas

Densas, pesadas, las noches inconscientes de tu ausencia.

Calma sin bruma, nitidez cálida

Todo es lento, vacío, no hay tristeza

Si te siento es onírico

Como ciclo, oasis oculto, un pequeño disturbio que liviana mi cuerpo

Como arena en el viento

Sin peso, cristalina, sal marina.

-Aquetzali del Pilar M.M.

[yung-gxd]

I’m so alone

In this world of billions

I feel like a ghost haunting the halls of the Chernobyl power plant

I’m radioactive please stay away I’ll poison you

My voice is weak from the silence I soak in

I haven’t been touched in such a long time I fear I may crumble into a million pieces if anyone tried

Let me float away to be buried under the rubble

I was made by accident I don’t belong here

- (yung-gxd.tumblr) 2024

[trashpoetwithaids]

The man I used to love

“I miss the way I would jump into my fathers arms after he came home from work the way he held me with so much care and affection.. the love I could feel radiating from his arms.. now.. I’m twelve. I cry myself to sleep at night hugging a stuffed animal to try and mimic that same warmth I felt oh so many years ago.. seeking the same comfort I used to get from his embrace.. yet his hugs don’t feel the same anymore.. they feel suffocating…

  I remember the way he would tuck me into my bed and give my forehead a soft kiss. humming soft lullabies to help me sleep.. he doesn’t do that anymore.. 

I miss the man he once was.. the man I looked up to and could proudly call him my father..  the same man I used to call daddy and say I loved him to the moon and back has now become an angry man who smokes and drinks his worries away.. I miss my father.. the man I used to look up too.. the man I used to love”

Note: Another old poem from when i was an emo little shit of a 12yr so enjoy my fellow poem readers

[sadthotminusthoutmorethought]

I’m in love with my best friend so I wrote a shitty poem

we lay there 

my head on her chest

her arms around me 

and mine around hers.

we lay there

the tv flickers in the dim lighting 

I think the movie protagonist is stupid 

she agrees.

we lay there 

her hand traces my back 

she draws patterns I can’t see

I trace hearts on hers.

we lay there

I can hear her heartbeat 

it’s so fast

so’s mine. 

we lay there 

I raise my gaze up to her face

god she’s so perfect 

I hope she knows.

we lay there 

just as friends 

nothing more 

just best friends.

[barelylivingooze]

Feeling less depressed

Creativity’s suppressed

Crawling deep into the darkest shadow

Paint turns into an amazing shitshow.

absurd.

[gay-faerie-circles]

i am absolutely head over heels for this man

he takes care of me when i need it

and handles my heart like it’s made of glass

he is my muse and i am his

i want to paint his body, his heart, and his soul

i want to hold him close and to think him my rose

i just want to spend our days together and a big old house in the middle of a flower field

i just wanna leave this place and runaway

maybe to a place where the stars meet the sky

or a land where the sea drops off

i just want to be with him for eternity

[imkesrealylngusrnamsanalsowrts]

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

Mentions of depressoin/forever sleep/dr*gs

I want to preface that I'm completely okay. I'm just venting through poetry. It's a better way I've learned to cope. Instead of my old coping mechanisms. Please know that it's worth it to say alive, ok? It may not seem like it now, but it's ok. You will be able to do it. So please stay alive.

I know I've become depressed.

It happens.

I get high highs and low lows.

I don't actually want to sleep and not wake.

I'm exhausted of my routine,

Yet have no energy to change it.

I'm undesirable,

I know.

Messy hair,

Heavy eyebags,

Tiered eyes,

Always high,

Trying to escape my will to die.

It's surreal,

My birthday is coming.

Never thought that I'd make it to 20.

I have a lover,

I have friends.

Yet why do I want it to end?

So I try to get high,

So I don't die.

I think I just want to be wanted.

I feel unwanted.

I've lost my way again.

I'm tired of having to find my way,

Again.

I just want to sleep for a while.

It sounds nice.

[yesnoactually]

In the end its all about love isnt it?

platonic

romantic

the wanting to be buried close to a dear one

the holding of the hands of a stranger

the helping those who probably cant be healed no matter what you try

in the end

love is all there is

all there ever will be

love will always be there

if you look very, very closely

-Frances

[thoughts-of-a-tired-teen]

every goddamn day

is an uphill climb

and every little action

is a losing fight

and there’s no light at the end of the tunnel

because i’m drowning in my own mind

[meanslackofart]