#poembyme

[poembyme]

Sírok. Nem vagy mellettem,

Itt lenne a helyed szerelmem.

Sírok. Nem fogod a kezemet,

Könnyekbe temetem fejemet,

Sírok. Nem kapom ölelésed,

Minden nap, a pokolban égek,

Sírok. Nem mondhatom többet,

Csillogó szemedbe, szeretlek,

Sírok. Mi vetett véget ennek?

Az élet, vagy a sors? Elvégeztetett.

#magyar #poem #gondolataim #magyar vers #sajat #magyar gondolat #poembyme #sírok #szenvedés #hiányzol #magyar tumblr #magya

[rickyboirocking]

Inktober day 1: “Open Wound” by Uttering

#poetry #short poem #original poem #poem writing #poembyme #poems and poetry #uttering #utteringpoetry #poemsbyuttering #my poems #original poems #sad poetry #poetsandwriters #inktober

[nightmareofmylife]

Dream of Death.

I dream of death every night. Letting my mask of innocence and artlessness slip. It crumbles into fine shards, revealing a vicious person, who thinks of destroying herself. The desire to tear myself apart, inch by inch. To rip and shred everything until the voidness is filled with something akin to contentment while laying on the cold floor of the bedroom with a smile so pure and heavenly, eyes glimmering with glee, over the moon as I wait for the death to walk home to me.

However, it never did. The death was so cruel, for leaving me with my misery, sorrow and woe.

.

.

.

.

——P.P

#spilled words #wordsnquotes #poembyme #poetry #poets on tumblr #words typed #death is beautiful #its cruel too

[angelspoets]

i want to do nothing but kiss you over and over again until im out of air, until my lips are numb, and until my cheeks hurt from smiling.

#poemsbyme #my poem #poem #poetry #love poem #love poetry #writblr #writers and poets #poembyme

[aly-key15]

7 Years

For seven years, we were at each other’s throats.

Now, your eyes seem to see through me; never quite focused on my face. 

We pass each other like ghosts. My eyes can’t help but drift toward you. You’re always looking the other way. 

It’s like I don’t exist in your world. As if you didn’t hold all of my secrets all those years ago. 

I’m left to wonder, do you even remember my name? My birthday? My favorite song? My dreams? My fears? Do you remember what it felt like when you brushed the tears off of my face and told me it was going to be okay?

Because I remember all those things about you. I remember what you wanted to achieve and why you wanted to leave your home and all you knew. I remember the songs that you played when you wanted to escape.

I remember your birthday. I think about it every year. It hits me that I won’t be with you when you celebrate. 

I remember your name. It’s on the tip of my tongue every time you pass. 

Seven years, we were always by each other’s side; constantly revolving in each other’s orbit. 

I guess year eight is when we finally drift apart. 

#you'll never see this but #happy birthday #poem #poembyme #freeverse #kinda #idk how poetry works #vent #vent post #i miss you #writing #another year older

[subwaybruises]

my heart is a vase

my heart is comparable to a vase

hold it so it will not break

put lovely flowers to fill it up

pour water so it will not dry up

my heart so delicate like a snake

when i’m in love it sheds

my heart so fragile and frail

must be held with care

a broken one i cannot bare

-f

#poetry #poembyme

[all-these-tomorrows]

#poem #poembyme #poetry #wlw #sapphicpoem #wlwpoem #your honour if you needed any more proof that I’m gay #here it is #would you still love me #if I was a snail

[serenityscribes]

SUBTEXT (2023)

There’s no controlling Who walks uncalled for in my dreams And lord do I wish I could

What is the message That the harbinger of finished Is trying to convey By making me feel What’s already over Dead and gone

Does the subconscious Know more than it ever Lets on?

And why bring it up When you’ve already done anything And everything to Move on

- E. Ecker, January 2023

#dreams #subconscious #keeper #subtext #poems #poem #poetry #poembyme #original poetry #original writing #writers of tumblr #poets of tumblr #dsw

[existing-peacefully]

Yesterday once more

 Like a breeze in the wind another day will come

 just like the day before.

 Today is a gift

 yesterday once more;

 spilling tomorrow's mysteries all over the floor.

- Kenzie

#poembyme #freeverse #freeversepoetry #poetry #shortpoem #mypoem #spirituality #spiritualpoem #freeversepoem #untitledcurrently

[oldiesandmusic]

i guess

so i guess you wanted me to know What you want And while i smiled through the pain last night at the dinner table I told all my sins just later on a piece of paper

So i guess i wanted you to be What i see what i think And i keep saying that you’ll understand my made-up stories About you and me i wrote each night to fill the empty

And as i write each line it just pushed me deeper into all the lies i told I couldn’t find a way to keep on holding on 

to all the pain i made Choosing me over what you will never be

And so i guess there isn’t room to be What I thought we could be But i smiled with no pain last night at the dinner table All the sins i wrote just turned into a piece of paper

a piece of paper

#poetry #poembyme #expectations #words #song #songwriting

[conjcosby]

👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆

The King and AI by me (Con J Cosby) ▫ Enjoy this cyberpunk-themed poem I wrote. (link above) 😊🙏 #TheKingAndAI #Cyberpunk #CyberpunkThemed #CyberpunkPoetry #CyberpunkPoem #MyPoetry #MyPoem #PoetryByMe #PoemByMe #Poet #Poets #Poetry #Poem #PoetryReading #PoemReading #ReadingPoetry #ReadingPoems #PoetOfTheWeek #PoetsOfTheWeek #PoetryOfTheWeek #PoemOfTheWeek

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[poembyme]

Szeretném az időt végtelenségig szántani,

Elbújva a világ elől, szemeiddel játszani,

Réteken, erdőkön át veled bolondozni,

Esőben mit sem törődve táncolni,

Télen a kanapén karjaim közt kuckózni,

Lustán egymás mellett feküdni,

Erotikától fűtve, ezerszer is szeretkezni,

Kezed a mellkhasomra tenni.

Kutatni a szerelem miben létét,

Imádattal harapdálni ajkaid szélét,

Szorítani tested magamhoz,

Ritmikus szívünkkel írni egy dallamot,

Órákig bámulni egymás lelkét,

Közösen kergetni egy színes lepkét,

Ábécé sorrendben szerelmünk firtatni,

Millió szívsobbanásod, szüntelen hallgatni.

#magyar #poem #sajat #gondolataim #magyar vers #magyar gondolat #szerelem #poembyme #magyar tumblr #örökké szeretni foglak #szerelmes #szeretet #szeretem

[rickyboirocking]

Inktober day 7: “Deeply Rooted” by Uttering

#poetry #short poem #original poem #poem writing #poembyme #poems and poetry #writing #sad poetry #uttering #utteringpoetry

[angelspoets]

because the lowest parts are the honest parts. the lowest parts can't lie to you. they can't be faked, they can't be bent and ruined like the good parts can. the lowest parts are the things that stay the same, and they can't be ruined. they're the strongest parts, and they're the most beautiful in my opinion. the lowest parts are the way of truly knowing just how human we are. remember, we're all experiencing life for the first time. we don't know what to do, what to expect. everyday is a new experience.

#poem #poetry #poembyme #my poem #writblr #writer

[teardrops-on-a-page]

the brooke

The brooke whispered in my ear

It promised a life of peace

It promised love and happiness

All I had to do was leave

~~~

Leave this world

Full of hurt

Full of strife

And fall to the curse

~~~

The brooke whispered in my ear

It promised a world free of worry

And I trusted it

And I trusted it

#the brooke #poetry #my poetry #poem #my poem #poems #my poems #spilled ink #poems and quotes #original content #original poem #short poetry #poembyme

[mikey-die-kleine-poetin]

Sag, werde ich dich wiedersehen?

Und wenn ja, wie viel Zeit wird zwischendrin vergehen?

Oder wirst du nur eine Erinnerung sein,

wenn ich auf die alten Fotos starre?

Heute nehme ich Abschied von dir,

diesem Land und meinem Leben hier.

Und kehre zurück in meinen Alltagstrott,

wo die Verpflichtungen warten.

Es war uns von Anfang an klar,

dass das zwischen uns nicht auf Dauer war,

Und doch haben wir es gewagt,

hat unser Glück auch versagt -

ich bereue es nicht.

In einem anderen Leben, ich wäre geblieben,

aber wir wissen beide, dass es nicht geht.

Und es schmerzt umso mehr,

weil du es verstehst.

Sag, werde ich dich wiedersehen?

Und wenn ja, wie viel Zeit wird zwischendrin vergehen?

Oder wirst du nur eine Erinnerung sein,

wenn ich auf die alten Fotos starre?

#Abschied #Ungewissheit #Wiedersehen #Abenteuer #nichts bereuen #Songtext #oder Gedicht #original poem #Poembyme #melancholisch #nachdenklich #Ende eines Abenteuers #alte Erinnerungen #Fernliebe #Urlaubsliebe #Ausland #alte Fotos