#young poet

[miakate-writes]

moth

moth in the wind,

drawn to the light,

the secrets,

the knowledge that could kill her,

her deepest desire,

her downfall,

don’t let her fly too close,

to that warmth,

but oh what that warmth could feel like,

the best thing becoming the last thing,

wings burnt and lessons learnt,

all comes crashing down,

the only sound being the whispers of what once was known.

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[thatcreepydoll]

chat i’m now writing a cryptic sonnet for my crush for valentine’s day wish me luck

#thatcreepydoll #buttons talks #buttons writes #poet #small poet #author #young poet #sonnet #crush #valentines day #poem #romance #romantic poem #im literally shakespeare

[giulianafavello]

Breaking Bread Together

by Giuliana Favello

Bread, the scent of life,

Rushing through the air!

Beyond the bakery's warmth,

Empty bellies ache,

And souls yearn for reprieve.

The aroma of bread,

So rich,

Fills our senses with delight.

Yet,

To those who starve,

It becomes a taunting reminder.

The world carries on,

As the scent of bread lingers,

Mocking the empty plates.

Oh!

To awaken the slumbering hearts,

In a world that does not care.

Fight the famine,

Break the mold,

Sow the seeds of compassion,

Until the scent of bread no longer signifies

The divide between abundance and despair.

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[candlesandquills]

he was half my souls, as the poets say

he was setting suns, he was the morning rays

and songbirds taken and shown in flight

he radiated iridescent light

and soon released to go on his way

the boy with golden hair and sun kissed skin

fighting wars he could not win

among his people, respected, revered

his love a terror to be feared

and souls together, bound as twins

we’re often said to be just friends

but bound together in their ends

a sacrifice, a love so true

buried together near oceans blue

a love so powerful, time cannot mend

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[islaluvsbones]

come kiss me - MY WORK (bandkidalex on wattpad)

go follow me yall i need more interaction😭

#poetry #poemsbyme #poems #poem #poets on tumblr #young poet #young artist #my poetry

[ericmoonly]

i wanna write poems so bad but im not really good at writing and im dyslexic (my dyslexia is just bad af..) so i dont think its a really good idea.. i mean i wrote like two kinda short poems, but i needed to check everything on internet if i wrote it right and its kinda idk not very poet style?😧

also connor holding plushie connor is so adorable fr.

#young poet #help #new #yippe #connor #firstpost #dyslexic #!!!

[jessicamccamley]

Peach Toast

I have a new favourite breakfast, now.

It's not the savoury toast

you used to make me,

that garlic-salt simplicity

I would beg you for.

It's syrupy-sweet.

Grilled peaches and cinnamon spice,

and I make it myself.

-

You didn't want me to learn your recipe,

just in case

I did it better,

because then I would know

that I didn't need you.

And then, maybe, I would see that you

weren't worth the heartache.

You were right.

-

Now I don't have to listen to your stories,

how that toast was born from a gap year,

from privilege, and money,

as you looked on my empty plate, with a pitiful look

that explains

that you are wiser and more interesting

than me.

This one was born from a joke

between friends,

on an idle, rainy day.

-

I can bathe my breakfast in syrup,

make it sweet for mysef.

Take my time, pour over the stove

and listen only to that scrape

of knife against toast,

knowing I'm a better boyfriend

to me

than you ever were.

-

And, day by day, I will watch

as I drop leaves and grow

blossoms

that you never touched.

Then, when Summer comes,

I'll pluck peaches from my

free-standing branches

and make toast,

for myself.

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[opheliapenning]

Symptoms of the Intangible Kind, pt. 2

Ophelia Penning

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[thecrowleyeditor]

When did I change? When did I realise that Santa wasn't real? When did I realise that I wouldn't be the same innocent little girl forever? What happened to me?

#Christmas time is ring ring jingling #musician #cornet is NOT A TRUMPET #or an ice cream cone #poet #poetry #young poet #absolutely slaying the house down (with me inside)

[inthepoemsandthesands]

oh

still not friends

still haven't talked

but he celebrated my 250 day duolingo streak

its the little things

that hurt the most

#it still hurts so bad #im trying to come up with better poem ideas i swear #follow up to unexpected expected #some part of me wishes he just stopped completely #maybe then it would be easier for me to stop caring about him #poem #original poetry #friendship poetry #original poem #original poet #poetry #freestyle poetry #freestyle poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poets of tumblr #young poet

[poetryofwhichidontknowwheretoput]

𝐼𝐿𝐿

“You’re not thinking rationally.” “We love you too much to leave you alone in this state.”

Just admit that you think I’m ill. Sick in the head.

Needing constant fucking monitoring.

When have I ever done that? Ever given a single indication that I’m that high goddamn risk.

I just don’t want to disappoint you. But it seems like I failed from the start.

You’re scared to leave me alone.

It seems that in an attempt to not bother you,

I’ve just made it worse.

I don’t know what to do now.

My entire goal was to go unnoticed.

But it seems I’ve just drawn more attention to myself.

If you’re that scared. Fucking give me to the hellscape which claims it wants to help.

By isolating me from my family and friends. Some even take your phone.

Box you off entirely from the world.

Until they deem you ‘normal’

Do we even know their standard for normality.

How long would I be there.

Alone. Guilt ridden. Panicked and depressed.

I’ve never been. But the possibility grows ever more likely each breakdown and panic attack I have.

Please. Don’t send me away. Please.

#poetry #my poetry #original poem #long ish post #had a panic attack and my parents had to do something #Said the quotes lines and I freaked the fuck out #I know it’s not what they meant #But I wrote what it felt like #writing #vent writing #vent poetry #vent poem #vent #poems #poems on tumblr #poetsandwriters #young poets #young poet #Is this blank verse? #I don’t know lmao #I just go ‘ooooo poetry occasional rhyme here and there but mostly my emotions ooo’ and post it #feel free to rb #Or give feedback I dunno

[miakate-writes]

cry

the average woman cries fifty times a year,

however i must cry at least one hundred,

my tears range from happy to sad,

from angry to confused,

sometimes there is no reason for them,

they just flow like a river in an eternal look,

they sit behind my eyes waiting for the slightest thing to go wrong,

until the flood gates open and all hell breaks loose.

#poetry #poetry prompts #poet #young poets #young poet #dead poets society #female poets #poetry quotes #calling all poets

[thatcreepydoll]

i made a poetry collection!

introducing the in-progress “*B R A I N* *S O U P*” by me, buttons! or thatcreepydoll as i’m more well known as ;) this is not finished and will be updated probably more frequently! feel free to comment and (politely) critique it!

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[giulianafavello]

DDD

by Giuliana Favello

It is mourning.

I rise, but my body remains crippled,

Weighed down by invisible chains,

The ghostly grip of degenerative decay.

So many pills,

Swallowed with hopeful desperation,

A gift from the gods of temporary relief.

Ever so fleeting.

Each step- agony.

My mind- distracted by the relentless ache.

This body- a haven of destruction.

I wear a smile like a painted mask,

Hiding the tears that threaten

To spill.

The world demands strength,

Who am I to deny?

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[candlesandquills]

the world is on fire but nothing shines brighter than your eyes. october is the month of sorrows, so we’ll drink tears out of wine glasses and toast to your lies. lit candles around my room, every clock is set to an hour before in hopes we could turn back time. ravens call outside my door, is this what you wanted? do you still want more? in the abscesses of your heart, you hold something that I once called home, but it’s in ashes you leave me here. tired and alone. what is god to a man, that i wished that i could be, your love containing multitudes leaves me swallowed in the sea, what’s this season, what’s the reason, why my bed lies cold at night, when the world all around us is still’s engulfed in your light

#dark academia #poem #poetry #poet #writer #original poem #poems #young poet #teen poet

[cbrookinswriting]

Hide me within your walls

so I won’t be seen

stuff my mouth with

spare fabric

and bind me so I can’t

        move prove your Goddamn point.

Take away my sight

        carve out my eyes

        until all you can 

see is the space behind them

and replace them with glass shards

        that sparkle and pop and gleam

and never hear me scream.

Reach your hand down my throat

        and push the scraps down with it

        until you’ve clogged the cavity

        within my ribcage stage me

        stuffed in the front yard.

And when little girls walk

past make me your

warning

        (tell them that this is what they

        have to be and will never be andwillseeinthemirrorinthedark—)

your goal my soul not in sight

        while I rage against the dying

        of my own fucking light.

--Charlotte Brookins, "Carving the Madonna"

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