#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....... 🫶🏻

[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.

[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

^_^

[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!

[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

[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

[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.

[hana-bobo-finch]

Reading a bunch of poetry/songwriting books has really awoken me to not any great deal of creativity or knowledge, but to the fact that I am really sick of caring what other people think

[chashmenaaz]

Us aangan ka chand

Sham samay ek unchi sidhiyon wale ghar ke aangan mein chand ko utre dekha hum ne, chand bhi kaisa? pura chand insha ji in chahne wali dekhne wali ankhon ne mulkon mulkon, shahron shahron, kaisa kaisa dekha chand har ek chand ki apni dhaj thi har ek chand ka apna roop lekin aisa raushan raushan, hansta batein karta chand? dard ke tees tu uth’ti thi, par itni bhi bharpur kabhi? aaj se pehle kab utra tha dil mein itna gahra chand! hum ne to kismat ke dar se jab paye andhyare paye ye bhi chand ka sapna hoga, kaisa chand, kahan ka chand?

🌙

insha ji duniya walon mein be sathi, be dost rahe jaise taron ke jhurmut mein tanha chand, akela chand Unka daman is daulat se khali ka khali hi raha warna the dunya mein kitne chandi chand aur sona chand jag ke charon koot mein ghuma, sailani hairan hua is basti ke is kuche ke is aangan mein aisa chand? ankhon mein bhi chitwan mein bhi chand hi chand chamakte hain chand hi tika, chand hi jhumar, chehra chand aur matha chand Ek ye chand nagar ka basi jis se dur raha sanjog warna is duniya mein sab ne chaha chand aur paya chand

🌚

ambar ne dharti par phenki nur ke chheent udas udas aaj ki shab to andhi shab thi, aaj kidhar se nikla chand! insha ji ye aur nagar hai, is basti ki reet yahi sab ki apni apni ankhein, sab ka apna apna chand! apne sapne ke matle par jo chamka wo chand hua jis ne mann ke andhyare mein aan kiya uj’yari chand chanchal muskati-muskati gori ka mukhda mahtab Pathjhad ke peDon mein at’ka pila sa ek patta chand dukh ka dariya sukh ka sagar uske dam se dekh liye hum ko apne sath hi lekar Duba aur ubhra chand

🌔

jhuki jhuki palkon ke niche namnaki ka naam na tha ye kanta jo hamein chubha hai kash tujhe bhi chubhta chand raushnion ki pili kirchein, purab pacchhim phail gain tune kis shay ke dhoke mein patthar pe de patka chand hum ne to donon ko dekha, donon hi bedard kaThor dharti wala, ambar wala, pahla chand aur duja chand chand kisi ka ho nahi sakta, chand kisi ka hota hai? chand ke khatir zid nahi karte ae mere achchhe insha chand

Ibn e Insha

[abnormalpsychology]

thrilling sequel to my poll from back in January

[graciethespeyeral]

Looking at my friends, with the same adoration one would gaze up at a starry sky

Hoping I could admire their shine for a long long time.

[emophia]

i pine, not for her embrace

but to feel her breath leave my mouth 

to recieve words spoken to her

feel her digits as i rub my hands

my lust is not entagled with another

i lust for a life i was not given

is this unnatural?

is this a noxious want?

what more could i think when my lungs fill with heavy ceramic

contagious porcelain skin with rugged decals

reflection no longer recognizable

is my need for the realness of another selfish?

[lo-fag]

lesbian sex poem on my mothers workplace fridge by me