#five minute poem

[insomnia-poet]

Wishes

Chemicals glow as

A meteor disintegrates.

A white hot streak through the sky,

World changing, then silent.

Somewhere a firefly makes a wish

To shine as bright and beautiful

As a rock in the atmosphere.

Little does he know,

The silence never stops.

#poem #poetry #writers of tumblr #thoughts #poetryportal #writers #five minute poem #insominac #insomnia poetry #firefly #astronomy #shooting star #wishes #dreams #aspirations #random thoughts #spilled ink #inspiration #writerscreed

[kafk-a]

#the thing about poem-a-day is that some days you Will wake up and turn to check your emails and not knowing — #— you will go INSANE in the first five minutes of your new life / new day / wakeful hour

[padawansuggest]

Mace: *dragging Kenobi and Vos out of the slam poetry night by their tunic collars and stops Tholme and Jinn from leaving them behind* No, you heard our rules after last week’s incident, they’ve been banned!

Qui-Gon: *ready to argue* What in the galaxy could my sweet baby padawan have done to get kicked out?

Tholme: I must admit, despite Jinn’s willful ignorance, I understand that mine could get banned, but he never mentioned it so I would like to know what he did.

Mace: Obi-Wan wrote a poem about a galaxy wide war that gave seventeen people True Visions and I had a shatterpoint migraine till last night. So for him it’s either me or him in that room and I’m the host so it’s me.

Qui-Gon: *taking a sheepish Obi-Wan into his arms for a pity cuddle cause that poem had led to like four straight days of council sessions and an enslaved Dathomiri child being found in a senator’s house on Naboo* To be fair. Obi-Wan had some good points.

Tholme: I’m scared to ask. What did mine do?

Mace: He didn’t write a poem so he went up to the mic and started licking it. It was the most disgusting noise I ever heard. If he gets near a mic I might have to drop kick him. Safer for him out here.

Tholme: *deep sigh of sadness* Yeah that sounds like something he’d do.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #master tholme #qui gon jinn #quinlan vos #Obi’s cursed poem was about a spider that made his master take a nap :) #yes he also had a five minute seizure after the poem was done

[lyrker]

Do you ever like. Think about that moment in ep 20 where they have to kill Lilly and John asks Arthur to repeat what he says so Lilly can hear it ? and he’s crying, and Johns crying, and in the end instead of saying “Goodbye, Lilly” he says “Goodbye, Faroe” and John never does being it up ?

You ever think of that and then remember that with John and Arthur’s melded mind there’s a bleed-through effect and some of what Arthur knows John will know as well ?

Do you ever wonder if those are the words that Arthur said to Faroes grave and John repeated them years later, thinking they were his own ?

Do you ever wonder that ?

#i’ve been thinking abt this a lot again. #this part is the part that genuinely got me crying #and literally like not even five fucking minutes later Arthur recites his poem abt his parents #like man how was i supposed to keep it together #malevolent podcast #malevolent #lyrker unlurks: malevolent

[lonelystarlet]

been longing for sweet lemonade in sunshine

flowers blooming in spring and warm weather

dancing around my room to your songs

waiting for hot summer nights again in winter

because they remind me of you and i

haven’t missed you this hard in a while

my heart has been weeping since the leaves fell in october

- written by me

#starlet’s poetry #my poem #lonelystarlet #poetry #wrote this in like five minutes #this is kinda bad tbh #missing him so much unfortunately #coquette #coquette community

[jtownraindancer]

not me getting overly emotional about the ending of a poem I once wrote about my cat

#ahahaha fuck #my writing #poem #cat #posting this in my five minutes of consciousness to remind myself later to edit this yeh

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

Ducks out on the lake; prayer unanswered

another 13x01 poem. i was rewatching the episode and couldn't get over the beauty of the surroundings; the movement of the water and the family of ducks in the background of a shot of the pyre. the sunlight and saturation of this episode haunts its grief and i can't stop writing about it

transcript under cut!

Ducks out on the lake; prayer unasnwered

There are ducks out on the lake.

Behind the pyre,

behind the smell of gasoline on wood

they are a family silhouetted on the water.

Everything is still:

there is no wind to fake breath

in your stiff lungs under the cream sheet

but the water is always moving;

in the sun it is shimmering, tipsy,

blue and glistening into the sky

as the sun sends long shadows

over the purpleing hills on the horizon.

I want you to say sorry for leaving.

I closed my eyes shut praying for you to come back

and the sun pressed in,

lit the skin of my eyelids golden.

I strike the match to burn your body

and there are ducks out on the lake,

everything living.

#i got one tag about the incongrous brightness of my grief poetry and i haven't stopped thinking about how important that motif #currently is to me #in fact i am making a zine about it. #so have some more thought on the matter #another five minute poem i hope it holds up #dean pov of course #dean winchester #widower arc #13x01 #spn poetry #destiel #ola writes

[honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns]

Bought myself some bar soap that smells like honeysuckle and jasmine.

(someone took my small childhood, in a neighborhood built out of sidewalk cracks and dry breezes that smell of cigars, and plucked the tiny, crawling greenery out of it, those tiny white petals blazed so long ago into my mind that they’re as familiar as my mother’s heartbeat.)

(someone took my uncoordinated legs and soil blanketed tongue, those dusty scabs that rubbed away to new white skin, and lovingly gathered the soft orange blooms that made their way along the old chainlink fence that embraced us.)

(they ground it into a memory into a dream into a lifetime, and wrapped it in a gentle eggshell, tiny flowers printed along the edges.)

(i walked into the little corner shop with a friend, admiring the pretty soaps and salts.)

(every smell was so distinct.)

(i couldn’t choose one i liked best.)

(i kneeled down to reach at the lower cabinets, grabbing the first bar i saw.)

(without bothering to read the label, i smelled the chalky thing.)

(and i knew it was for me.)

I really like it.

#enjoy this silly little poem i thought up in five minutes lol #no but seriously it smells so good💖 #poetry #amateur poetry #this might also have to do with why my username is what it is lolz

[arthur-r]

these are all piled together in the same part of my brain and i’m so obsessed with it

#IM SORRY FOR POSTING JUKEBOX THE GHOST UNDER MY SKIN LIKE ITS FINE ART #BUT MAYBE IT IS. MAYBE IT IS #actually. im sorry for posting POOLBOY KING OF COOL as if it were fine art HELLO #a minute earlier: when you go leave me my baseball glove…. some cigarettes…. and a playboy…. that’s all i really want…. #five seconds later: cause i will.. give you asthma…. every time you try to run…. so don’t run….. #BUT have you ever been trapped for the next nine months with your dick in your hand EATING ARTERIES FOR LUNCH. no i dont think so #anywayyyy #these are um. ok so in order it’s: #i.b. vyache — a poem called victim complex. from the book conversations over sanguinnaccio dolce #minimall — static!! one of the coolest best songs ever in the world and i love it very much #poolboy — king of cool it’s such a strange and bad song but it’s also so visceral and i love it so much #and last but not least jukebox the ghost under my skin #when i was really into that song like four years ago my mom thought that he was singing about PICKLES #i can fit two pickles under my skin!! i will prove it if you will listen!!!! #shdhdf anyway something something consumption devotion something something being a home being a hearth being an ORGAN being a VESSEL #not to run a dead joke into the ground but it keeps being so TRUE: i am a HOUSE FUCKER i swear #anyway there are definitely more of these like on my pinterest probably but these are the ones i had off the top of my head shdhdf #could somebody climb around in here and join me ‼️ #anyway. i hope everybody is doing well. i have ANOTHER advisor appointment today (information science this time!!) and i’m also so tired #OH and i have a ten page paper to write by sunday…. but it’s chill and normal i got this 👍 #anyway i hope everybody is doing well lmk if you need anything!!!! #with best wishes and kind regards sincerely yours!!!! #me. my post. mine. #delete later

[bloody-viscera]

hold me while i bleed:

a beautiful supernova of crimson surrounding us

until i can feel is you

and the beating of your heart

echoing every drop of blood on the clean, white tile.

oh, i've soiled your hoodie--it's spreading;

and i can feel my heart begin to slow-

won't you wait here with me, darling?

hold me together while my wounds weep?

it will be alright if i go like this;

in your arms with your starry eyes staring down at me.

i don't need my breath anymore-

just the warmth in your smile and

your hands in my hair and

your lips at my cheek,

those tears coating my face

until all my brain can register is you.

if i die tonight, i'll do so happily;

you know i wasn't meant to last long anyways.

but i'll hold you in my heart as i cross that threshold;

drink in the sight of you

and the sound of your voice urging me to stay awake

as the warmth slips away from me

and your hands dig into my arms,

begging me to hold on

until the ambulance sirens pierce the night.

it will be too late for me, love-

my soul will have already left-

but, i know you'll plead with me

to hold on just a bit longer

and smile up at you like i did before.

if it will help, i am only sleeping,

dreaming of us swaying together,

like sunflowers in the wind.

you needn't know what greets me on the other side-

my fears and flaws and the demons i've been chased by for far too long.

know i am thankful;

know i love you more than anything, and even this can't take that from me.

i would rather no one else holding me now,

cradling my face as my heart comes to a stop.

#original poetry #poetry #poetscommunity #writers and poets #vent poem #vent poetry #poet #poetsofinstagram #vent tag #tw death #3am poetry #unedited #halfassed #i did this in five minutes and thought haha post #free verse #freeverse poetry #writers on tumblr #suicide #suicidal

[phantomdecibel]

Somewhere

Deep in the poison air

And far within

The frozen wastes

You will find

A mountain

And somewhere

Near its base

Buried deep beneath

What once was grass

And stone

And dirt

There is a statue

Not unlike

The one that weeps

High on the mountain peak

Whose tears heal

And drown

In equal measure.

And

Around it

Curls a skeleton

In a dying lover’s embrace

#wwwooooow poem #in tired #I snoumd be asleerp bit P O E M I F RE A #autivoerct #autocieevt #AUTOCORRECT #dnt fail me npw autocyrct #you were doing so giid fpr loke five minutes #oh tgis us lore buw

[purrfectlycontent]

you breathe into me,

sculpting a body of space dust.

complementary binary stars locked in a gravitational embrace.

we push and pull until both cease to exist,

two halves of a soul reunited.

you pull me closer, caress my cheek,

and claim you’re trying to keep us afloat;

i close my eyes and let your deceit wash away the decay.

but oh, darling, i can’t shake the feeling

that maybe we’re drowning.

#gon writes poems #i watched another melodysheep video and it got me thinking about space #do i know what’s going on here? definitely not #i wrote this in like… five minutes so. yeah #posting this right before i go to sleep so i can wake up tomorrow morning and forget about it

[1dragon-mustard1]

In the early morning

My tongues tied

So I say

Blushing

Instead of gushing

To describe, the way

Waters felled

#poetry #Literally happened five minutes ago #poem #original poem

[bookwyrminspiration]

I've been told I should try poetry because of the way I write and how it sounds poetic, but just know the past two poems I've been assigned to write in english class I wrote a poem about how I didn't want to write a poem and a sonnet about edward cullen. so.

#quil's unholy underworld #shitpost #the poem about not wanting to write a poem was written at 10pm the night it was due because I'd only remembered it five minutes prior #so I very much did not want to write it #and then the edward cullen one was also written the night it was due #and isn't in perfect iambic pentameter. but like. I sure did do it

[bittersweetsoxxx]

“just one more kiss”

“Five more minutes”

It does not matter if it is five hundred of these remarks or one million.

Eternity would not be long enough. I would still want more time with you.

#original writing #spilled poetry #word vomit #spilled thoughts #wannabe poet #words are my love language #writers and poets #eternity #love poem #sappy i know #sappy on main #who am i #i'm so fucking tired #come back to bed #tight hugs #five more minutes #one more kiss #seriously though do people actually read this shit #come back here and kiss me I didn’t get enough to last until I see your stupid face again

[dobaara]

HIII WHO'S HERE?!?!

#new poem coming up in five minutes!!! <33 #the last one tanked so i'm kinda apprehensive should i post it?!