#writing poems? awesome!

[vulpinesaint]

what they don't tell you is that writing poems can be so. difficult. when you're doing it for a purpose and not just to write a poem.

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

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[officialkendallroy]

if i posted something on here in regards towards the research of my master's thesis would you guys help me out pls....... 🫶🏻

[soggy-fishsticks]

guys ive been drawing so much lately I've been starting to actually hate it 🙁

[ginadope]

neverenders/*******

Closer and braver Ungrateful there lingers A shadow in the dark - can we still find each other In the light?

I will not put the pen down - there is blood on his cheek - I will cover my eyes Try and call me, journey Road never to be understood I caught a drop of that timeless paint It can not stay blinded to the art

It is love - mine and yours - that is a Neverender That creatures of the moment fear

[koszmarnybudyn]

There are two wolves inside but one of them is just a little boy who wants to love and be loved.

[queenmelinoe]

@seolihexagon

The smell of old books forever cherished

Crisp pages carefully laden with cursive ink

Specs of sunlight creeping in from the dawn

Bronze honey

Dripping from this world to the next

Darkening embers spit from a campfire

Burning the impenetrable earth with ferocity

Chipping away bit by bit

Until the heart can be acquired

The beating slows as you sink into the soil

Coming out different than you once were

Looking up at the stars

As you bathe in shadow

Meant to take flight but chained to the ground

This world was made for people like you

To recreate life as good as you

And whisper your wisdom into the cracks

So we can see what the world could be

If you were given the life you deserve

Reminiscent

Of the way a midnight stroll makes you smile

And chills you to the bone all the same

Is what makes you special

For in your soul there’s a gnawing

Waiting for the right moment to burst

And bask us all in your glory

The world forever changed

By your love and light

My dew-drop, black rose

[devilsadvcate]

I don't want to hope that I'll be understood anymore. I want to be so potent that knowing me is unavoidable.

an original by me

^_^

[trickstersaint]

hey hi hello! first of all i'd like to say i took your patron saint uquiz and it. Changed my life unironically it's so good. i follow you now because every line in that quiz was a gut punch and i loved it. top tier hurt honestly

my question is this - i am a fanauthor. on the side i also write my own original fiction but i specialize in fanfic. Am I allowed to use your poetry for a reference folder? I wouldn't use your poetry in a fic without explicit permission and without linking back here of course, and I'd never use it for commercial work outside of maybe taking inspiration without copying, but I wanna have a ref folder of Things That Made Me Feel Things about a character. It's not planned to be public as of yet, it's just supposed to be a bunch of screenshots in my drafts, but I'd like to maybe one day make it public once the fic was complete. (I already have your blog linked in my drafts actually, so if it goes public I'm not gonna forget.) I just want to make sure you're comfortable with me using your poetry for fanfic of all things

It's cool if not and have a great day! I still think your poetry is great and evocative and all

hi, anon! you're all good, i prommy. so glad you like the quiz + the poetry, and i would always prefer people come and ask questions if they're uncertain! no trouble at all.

my general stance is that as long as it's clearly credited, i am totally cool with my work being used in personal projects. like you said, i've got a tag for the things that people make! i love to see what people create. if it's for a noncommercial creative project then i would say there's no need to ask beforehand (unless it would make you more comfortable to ask, in which case go ahead and i'll almost certainly say yes <3). my only thing is that if you post it, please tag me in it/send it to me so that i can reblog it here for people to see!

if there are any questions about using my work that anyone has, feel free to ask. i don't think i've got anything particular going on outside of common practice! same way you'd treat, like, a richard siken poem or smth: you wanna credit it so that people can find the source material, and make sure you're not using it for profit unless you have an understanding with that author. i trust you all to be decent about it <3 kiss kiss go out and make your cool little things so that i can be delighted and amazed with them

[rustbeltjessie]

Listen/purchase: Jessie Lynn McMains - Ode to Awesome by Various Artists

The kind of kiss that melts your kneecaps is awesome! Opening a new box of paints is awesome! James Williamson’s guitar riff in The Stooges’ “Search and Destroy” is awesome! Red lipstick, green tea with honey on a rainy day, the secret glow of nightjars—awesome!

[magpiemayday]

Hey, hey, I wrote a poem! I've been in a real Duck mood. It's a bit of a vent piece, but hey, you all are probably gonna see a bit of those since I've been processing some heavy grief and trauma. At least this piece isn't too bad. Wanna see? :3

"A Duck Keeps Swimming"

A duck keeps swimming

Moving on without care

Just gliding on the lake

Like it's floating on air

We don't see them persist

As they tread in the stream

We don't see them kick

Struggle to look so serene

Yet the duck keeps going

We don't ask them why

Because swimming is easy

I have to learn how to fly.

[lookninjas]

2369.

twelve hours later to finally do what I'd wanted all along and lounge on the bed with the cat with the breeze of the fan and the soothing piano music and the purr sounds there in the distance

[towriteabutch]

femme, 12/28/24

from my poem a day project

[sunflowersunite]

Tell me Atlas, what weighs more

the sky or the people's dreams sewn onto it, star shaped patches against stark black?

Tell me Atlas

do you ever worry about being perceived while you're lifting your eternal burden?

Do you live in the fear of someone looking up and finally seeing you, questioning you for what you've done, what sins led you to this labour

or has exhaustion far surpassed your fears?

Tell me

How long will you endure this for? When will you be allowed to seek your rest?

When will you allow yourself to find it?

[divination1330]

What Makes a Monster

I wander full halls and open rooms stacked with people who care.

Who say they care,

Who do not know the difference between those two things,

And I lie.

I say I’m okay, I act like I’m okay, I bite my tongue and forget my younger years and forget some more all along with my name,

I wonder how long until they notice-

Untold secrets that are etched and beholden in my skin,

Lies that feel like the truth from both sides of the line,

Marking my skin into something awesome.

Sometimes sublime.

A monster, this time,

Every time,

All the time, for some.

They can’t see with my eyes-

Why can’t you see with my eyes?

The divine has been described as blinding for some.

But I try to see, I thought I could see, why am I blind?

Why do I believe you when you say I am blind?

Why do I believe you when you say I am a monster?

Why do I believe

Most importantly…why do I believe in you.

When you make me blind,

Take away what is divine,

Leave me broken on the floor in the white death of the night, devoid of color and bathed in it twice,

A baptism at the end of the denial of time, stripped of what has always been mine,

You made a monster.

Most importantly…I feared it

When this time, all this time, I should have woken up,

And screamed what is mine,

And called the monster what it was.

You…this time.

Every time.

All the time, for some.

[timeflieslikeabanana]

Eulogy of a Laptop

The career of my laptop has been a long one.

Through thick and thin,

From two week minecraft binges to elden ring playthroughs,

Extremely modded lethal company and hundreds of hours of Baldur's Gate (which i still haven't finished),

It has done its best.

It did its best for years, and through replacements of parts and a RAM upgrade.

But every hero must fall, for nothing is permanent, and entropy shall have its way.

Oh beloved laptop, bearer of memories, you have passed away in a most grievous fashion:

The fabled bluescreen.

Every time I boot you.

Though I fought for weeks, scouring the depths of Reddit for a solution,

Your bios utility held no prize,

And your safe mode no solution.

As a last resort, a reset. To no avail.

Your time has come, to pass on from this mortal coil,

But your legacy shall be that of memories shared with friends and of slaving over homework.

Of creation of art, music, and games and videos,

And of hours spent writing dumb things on the internet.

Farewell.