#tag poem

[grimfox]

the piano

i was here when you bought the place,

kinda tucked away in a back room corner.

the last homeowner had me previously

kind of left me here in squalor.

i had dust and cracks and splinters

after winters in a home fit just for ghosts.

you glowed when you came in...

i saw you knew some notes.

you chose a better place,

displaying me in your front living room

so i could soak up all the sunshine

while you got me into tune.

i grew to fill the house with music...

you delighted in me, truly.

all the nights we spent

just vibing, it's been

life again.

we groovin'.

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thanks for the tag @the-hollow-quiet

what furniture are you?

[forestgirlpoems]

filled to the brim

strawberry syrup

made with saccharin

clogging my lungs

I can hardly breathe

drowning in the

sweet smell of

anticipation and

unrestricted hope

.

filled to the brim

there sits a

cluster of sugar

heavy on my chest

I can hardly breathe

bleeding from the

much too sharp

disappointment and

uncontrollable fear

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[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.

[lavena]

🎵 Song Poem Challenge! 🎵 Put your entire song collection on shuffle, then write down the first line from each of the first ten songs that pop up to create a poem. 🎵 You must then dedicate the poem to the blorbo or OTP that it most reminds you of! 🎵 If you like, tag or send asks to three others people that you think might enjoy the challenge! 🎵

Think I might try to try to sail off the end of the world

Tomorrow I am leaving for Baltimore

Oh my god are you seriously going to do this right now

Just another day gone by

Don't take this the wrong way

Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah

Who the hell said any of you get a taste (this is stupid!)

Hear that?

Oh dear Oh dear I'm sorry

Moonlight comes in filter through smoke rings

Um well, I don't quite know what this is trying to say but no better person to dedicate to than Michelangelo tmnt, likely my dear 07 boy

Tourniquet by Leanna Firestone

Baltimore by Mal Blum

Sober by Fidlar

Fallen down by CG5, VGR

Someome new by Hozier

Angel with a shotgun by the cab

Lights out by mindless self indulgence

Utican by novo amor

Young blood -acoustic by noah khan

Tall black trees by pigeon pit

[louvaints]

Sylvia Plath, from Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices [ID in alt text]

[qrowscant]

wire tutorial for a friend

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

Beautiful from Ordinary Days

[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!)

[grendel-menz]

A navigation of some adult relationships

[fandom-trash-goblin]

this is what english teachers mean by poetry appreciation right?

[iedistis]

"You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing."

Rainer Maria Rilke

[teddys-draft]

A love language ✨

[itsthatlake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

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[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [PART 2] [Part 3]

The unexpected return of a face Xisuma never thought he'd see again.

[bakedbeanchan]

Sokka and Yue reuniting in the spirit world