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Tortured Poets Era
where are all my book gurlies at?I write poems and read books-A LOT of books.I'm an honourable swiftie- yes I am.in my tortured poets eraPure F1 gurlie and not just for the men but for the races tooVampires have my heart.Not as much as Keefe Sencen but yes.
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NaPoWriMo Day 7
(........write a poem titled “Wish You Were Here” that takes its inspiration from the idea of a postcard. Consistent with the abbreviated format of a postcard, your poem should be short, and should play with the idea of travel, distance, or sightseeing........)
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Wish You Were Here
Azure waves kiss golden shores,
Wish you were here to hear their roars.
Swaying palms under the sun's warm glow,
A world of beauty, as if in a show.
Mountains reach for the endless sky,
Oh, what a sight for the wandering eye!
Each peak whispers tales of heights untamed,
In this vast landscape where dreams are framed.
Streets alive with a symphony of tongues,
Lost in this city where old meets young.
Postcards can't capture this lively scene,
Yet my thoughts paint you in every gleam.
Miles apart, but the view's the same,
As if these sights could call out your name.
Here, amidst wonders both far and near,
Every step I take, I wish you were here.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
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NaPoWriMo Day 6
(.......write a poem rooted in “weird wisdom,” by which we mean something objectively odd that someone told you once, and that has stuck with you ever since. Need an example? Check out Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “Making a Fist.”)
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In the dim corners of the town's old square,
Lived a man with unkempt silver hair.
His eyes like stars in a tempestuous sea,
Whispered tales of the world's mystery.
They called him "Crazy Carl," a common jest,
For the oddities he shared, put to the test.
Of reason and logic, they seemed askew,
Yet held a strange allure, a truth shining through.
One day, as I passed by his weathered door,
He beckoned with a gesture, saying, "Listen, explore.
The moon's grin hides secrets untold,
Of whispers in shadows, of stories bold."
I hesitated, then leaned in close,
To catch his words, strange as a ghost's.
"Each night," he murmured, his voice a croon,
"The stars twinkle like fireflies on a lagoon"
"And the moon, oh the moon," he continued to say,
"Is a mirror of dreams where lost souls sway.
In the velvet embrace of the midnight air,
Seeking solace, finding answers that are rare."
I blinked, bewildered, at his peculiar view,
Yet a spark of understanding within me grew.
For in his ramblings, though eccentric and wild,
Lurked a wisdom deeper than I reconciled.
Another time, on a mist-laden eve,
He shared another insight, hard to believe.
"Listen close," he whispered, eyes intense,
"A spider's web holds the universe's sense.
"Each strand a pathway, delicate and fine,
Mapping the cosmos, a design so divine.
The stars are but dewdrops, glistening bright,
In the threads of existence, weaving through the night."
I nodded slowly, though my mind did reel,
At the visions he spun with mysterious zeal.
For Crazy Carl, in his ramblings strange,
Unveiled truths that are beautifully deranged.
Now, as I wander through life's shifting maze,
I recall his words in a curious daze.
I find solace in the wisdom so peculiar,
That blends the mundane with a mystical allure.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
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NaPoWriMo Day 5
(…..Now, let’s get to our optional prompt! Today we’d like you to start by taking a look at Alicia Ostriker’s poem, “The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog.” Now try your hand at writing your own poem about how a pair or trio very different things would perceive of a blessing or, alternatively, how these very different things would think of something else (luck, grief, happiness, etc).)
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In the realm of shadows, where echoes sigh,
I dwell, seeking justice 'neath the sky.
To you, the one who caused my pain,
I haunt your steps, my vengeance plain.
The first, a whisper in the dead of night,
To you, a blessing, a moment of respite.
But to me, it's a voice that cries for retribution,
A spectral plea, a haunting resolution.
The second, a flicker in the candle's flame,
To you, a blessing, a warmth to claim.
But to me, it's a spark of righteous fury,
A flame that burns, relentless and fiery.
The third, a chill that crawls upon your skin,
To you, a blessing, a cool breeze within.
But to me, it's a shiver of anticipation,
For the reckoning that awaits, without cessation.
In this shadowed realm, where I abide,
Blessings turn to curses, by my side.
Through the veil of darkness, I shall roam,
Until justice is served, in your haunted home.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
#writers society#original poem#poets on tumblr#poets society#napowrimo#day 5#dark poetry#spooky vibes#scary#creepy#haunting#revenge era
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NaPoWriMo Day 4
(......Our (optional) prompt for the day challenges you to write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. First published in 1958, the book gives shortish descriptions of odd natural phenomena, and is notable for both its author’s turn of phrase and intermittently dubious facts. Perhaps you will be inspired by the “The Self-Perpetuating Sponge” or “The World’s Biggest Sneeze.” Or maybe the quirky descriptions of luminous plants, monstrous bears, or the language of ravens will give you inspiration.)
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In nature's vast and wondrous scheme,
Where oddities roam, like in a dream,
Discover marvels strange and rare,
In our world that is beyond compare.
A sponge that perpetually thrives,
In hidden pools where mystery thrives,
Evolution is a fascinating dance,
In unseen realms, it takes its stance.
Amidst the forest's ancient trees,
A giant bear, if you please,
With thunderous sneeze and mighty blow,
Shaking mountains in its wintry show.
Plants that glow in twilight's hue,
A magical sight to behold and view,
Painting darkness with gentle light,
A fairy's dance in the peaceful night.
And wise ravens in the shadow's hold,
Speaking secrets, tales untold,
In a language known to their kin,
That echoes of the wild within.
The strangest things in the world, you should explore,
Where nature wonders, that they implore,
A tapestry of marvels told to me and you,
As each enchanting tale unfolds into something new.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
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NaPoWriMo Day 3
(....here’s our prompt for the day – optional, as always. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a surreal prose poem....)
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In the twilight of an unfamiliar dream, where shadows danced with whispers and the air shimmered like liquid moonlight, I found myself wandering through a labyrinth of forgotten hallways. Each corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, its walls pulsating with a strange luminescence that cast shifting patterns upon the floor.
Time was elusive here, a concept dissolved into the ether like sugar in hot tea. I encountered figures made of starlight and mist, ephemeral beings who spoke in riddles and melodies. Their voices hummed in harmonies that resonated with the pulse of the universe.
I stumbled upon a room adorned with mirrors, but instead of reflecting my image, they showed glimpses of distant realms—a cosmic menagerie of swirling galaxies and nebulous landscapes. I reached out to touch the glass, and my fingertips tingled with the sensation of touching stardust.
As I ventured deeper, the boundaries of reality blurred further. I found myself in a garden unlike any other, where flowers bloomed in shades unseen by mortal eyes, emitting fragrances that tasted like laughter and tears. The trees whispered secrets of ancient origins, their roots intertwining with the veins of the earth.
Amidst this surreal tapestry, I encountered a solitary figure—a woman with eyes like opals and hair woven from moonbeams. She beckoned me with a smile that held the wisdom of forgotten ages. Together, we soared through a sky painted with constellations of impossible geometries, riding on currents of shimmering auroras.
In this realm of wonder and strangeness, I lost all sense of self and time. I became one with the ebb and flow of the cosmos, a mere speck in the vastness of existence. Yet, in that insignificance, I discovered a profound connection—a thread linking me to everything that ever was and ever will be.
And as the dream began to fade, leaving traces of stardust in my waking mind, I carried with me the echo of that surreal journey—a reminder that reality is but a thin veil, easily pierced by the curious and the brave, revealing the boundless wonders that lie beyond.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
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NaPoWriMo Day 2
(... here’s today’s optional prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing.)
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Oh, shining star, so bright up in the sky,
Do you hear the whispers of my heart, as I wonder why?
I talk to you, my dear friend, believing you're above,
In the heavens where you now reside, surrounded by endless love.
Remember when we planned to live in Paris, just us two?
And the fun we had go-karting, with cider and laughter too?
Our friendship rings meant everything, a promise pure and true,
But then illness came and stole you away, leaving me so blue.
I remember the hospital nights, holding onto hope so tight,
Praying you'd pull through, through every dark and fright.
The struggles you endured, coughing blood and surgeries so vast,
I often wished for relief for you, knowing the pain would not last.
But fate had other plans, it seemed, taking you far too soon,
Leaving me here on Earth to mourn beneath the moon's soft tune.
I was angry, so angry, at all the secrets you held.
I cried and cried, till I felt like I died with you, this, I have not withheld.
The day of your funeral, heavy with sorrow and goodbye,
I wished so many things for you, my dear friend in the sky.
Hating that you were taken, yet relieved your pain was done,
I buried your promise ring with love, under the setting sun.
Now you're like that bright star, shining from afar,
I hold onto memories of you, like wishes on a falling star.
Though my heart is heavy with the ache of missing you,
I find solace knowing you're up there, in the sky so deep and blue.
So, dear star of mine, keep shining in that vast unknown,
I'll carry our memories forever, feeling not quite alone.
For you, my friend, are part of every starry night,
A beacon of light and love, forever burning bright.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
#writers society#original poem#poets on tumblr#poets society#platonic love#platonic relationships#friendship#dead friend forever#death#best friends#loss
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NaPoWriMo Day 1
(cos im late by 12 days-)
(hi guys, its been awhile! So as you know National Poetry Writing Month has started - 12 days ago but still- so this is my attempt at all the prompts that are given on - https://www.napowrimo.net/ - there are some really fun challenges that make your creative juiced flowing. If you like writing poems and are looking for a challenge, this is for you. Also the next few posts after this are scheduled as i'm busy for the next few weeks- but still i want to take part in these challenges somewhat on time, so im scheduling them. i've done enough talking let's move to the prompt. -P.V.)
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[...........for our daily (and totally optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time. Happy writing! -taken from the above website]
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In shadows deep, I hide from fame's bright glare,
Once an F1 driver, now broken beyond repair,
A bad accident shattered my racing flair,
From most eligible to a recluse, in despair.
Then Chloe appears, breaking into my solitude,
Her presence a storm in my quietude,
A game of pretence, a temporary interlude,
Yet my heart stirs, against all fortitude.
Lost in Italy, chasing ancestry's threads,
A birthday wish, vodka, and fateful spreads,
I stumble upon truths that once lay dead,
Finding my father, where destiny treads.
But a fake boyfriend, a role I didn't choose,
In our charade, emotions begin to diffuse,
Torn between lies and the love I can't refuse,
Chasing shadows of a heart I thought I'd lose.
Now here we stand, hand in hand, a family grown,
In your eyes, our stories, forever shown,
Lessons learned, love's seeds we've sown,
In destiny's embrace, our hearts have flown.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
(Do you which book i'm talking about my book gurlies? I'l' give you a clue. It's a book by Lauren Asher. Author of the Dreamland Billionaire series. any guesses..... That's right, I'm talking about our redeemed hero Santiago from Lauren Asher's "Redeemed" from the Dirty Air series and god is this book dirty- and girls, i'm talking about a hot spanish F1 racer who plays guitar in his free time and will support his girl regardless of the situation. like come on! Those are the standards boys! STANDARDS! sighhhhh i'm swooning just thinking about it- anyway that my Day 1 attempt. how'd i do?)
#napowrimo#original poem#poets on tumblr#poets society#writers society#lauren asher#dirty air series#redeemed#f1
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World Poetry Day
(i know im late by.... 2 days but basically for world poetry day i wrote a poem by asking my friends and english teacher in school for words. so the worlds i got are, vengeance, curtains, book, fellow, massacre and lastly, my teacher's word - metamorphosis. So, i hope you like it)
In the shadows cast by a vengeful night,
Where whispered promises take flight,
A metamorphosis unfolds unseen,
Within the depths of a soul unclean.
Beneath the curtains of darkest lore,
Lies a tale of vengeance, raw and sore.
Pages torn from a book of woe,
Ink stained with the tears that flow.
A fellow betrayed, a trust defiled,
In the heart's chamber, anguish compiled.
A massacre of innocence, laid bare,
Fueling the flames of righteous despair.
But from the ashes, a spirit rises,
Through pain and sorrow, it crystallizes.
A phoenix born from the ashes of pain,
Finding strength in its newfound reign.
No longer shackled by chains of hate,
Forging ahead, to a brighter fate.
For in the depths of darkness ever so grim,
Lies the power to heal and to ultimately redeem.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
(This is a challenge which you can try if you're into writing poetry or if you have friends who like writing poetry. Ask 6 people for a word and write a poem using and around those 6 words - note: those 6 words must be present in this poem. Have fun sweeties!)
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update
hey yall, im going through a torturous month of exams and assessments so i wont be able to post for awhile. i will occasionally but not everyday like the few starting posts-
pls pray for me--- :'(
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what i want for my birthday:
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pretty clear if i do say so myself.
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I put a background to my original, 'Satan's Affair'. What do you think? Hope this makes up for yesterday <3
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Echoes of Resilience
In the realm of risk where fate is spun,
Jeopardy reigns, a war to be won.
A dance with danger, a daring leap,
Where battles rage and secrets keep.
In the labyrinth of uncertainty's hold,
Jeopardy whispers tales of the bold.
A gamble taken on the battlefield,
Courage tested, as fates are sealed.
With each step forward, the stakes rise high,
In the theater of war, beneath the sky.
A test of wits, a trial of might,
In the face of jeopardy, soldiers unite.
Yet amidst the peril, there lies a spark,
A chance for peace in the war-torn dark.
For in the midst of jeopardy's sway,
Heroes emerge, leading the way.
In the crucible of risk and strife,
A soldier's resolve defines their life.
Jeopardy's grip, a relentless chain,
Yet resilience echoes, through bullets and rain.
So let us face the unknown with grace,
In the realm of jeopardy, find our place.
For in the crucible of risk's decree,
We forge our path to destiny.
~ A poem by Me - P.V.
(hihi, sorry for not posting yesterday, was...handling some issues... but im back! Also... turning 15 soon- specifically 12 am IST on 11 March- I'm waiting to turn 22- 15 is not fun- anyway, ill be posting something else now so see you there!)
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TOES HSSSSSS
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uhm- sweetie, i cant write a poem with this-
uhhhh, maybe try another word?
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sudden urge to write a poem about F1 and cars- is that normal? like you cannot tell me that cars are not hot- like look at beauty- Hamilton be a lucky man-
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WHERE MY F1 GURLIES ATTT?!?!?
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Echoes of Valor: A Tribute to Women
In the dawn's soft glow, a story untold,
Of women's strength, as history unfolds.
With courage rare, they stride with grace,
Triumphing in life's challenging race.
In science's realm, they boldly explore,
Unlocking mysteries, seeking more.
Their minds ignite the spark of change,
Across horizons, they rearrange.
In art's embrace, they paint with fire,
Colors swirling, dreams inspire.
A symphony on canvases free,
A testament to creativity.
In politics, they claim their space,
Guiding nations with a steady pace.
Their voices rise, their visions bright,
Injustice battled, they bring to light.
Within their homes, a nurturing flame,
Love enduring, a constant claim.
Their hands, architects of care,
Building futures, strong and fair.
So let's unite in voices strong,
In celebration of women's song.
Pillars they are, guiding stars,
In the tapestry of who we are.
~ a poem by me - P.V.
(Happy Women's Day!!! Thought this poem was fitting for today. Let's show some appreciation to the women before us who fought for the women of the present, like you and me, showing the world that that me and you can do more than just taking care of the house.)
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A Star-Crossed Farewell
In shadows cast by fading light,
Two hearts entwined, a somber sight.
Across the universe, they weep,
Star-crossed, a love too deep.
Their passion flickers, dimming fast,
A cosmic love that couldn't last.
In the void, they drift apart,
Torn asunder, a shattered heart.
Astronomy weeps for love's demise,
As distant tears fall from the skies.
Star-crossed souls, forever apart,
A tragic end to a cosmic heart.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
[To make up for the lack of my post yesterday here is a drafted poem. The topic given to me by my writer's programme was Love and who doesn't LOVE a tragically ending poem, hm? Again, it's a draft so isn't very good but I think we should take a break from the dark poems, no? So love poem it is!]
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Stellar Requiem: An Ode to Ancestral Spirits
In the canvas of the cosmic dome,
A tale of souls finding their celestial home.
Stars above, a timeless dance,
Ancestral spirits in a luminous trance.
Each twinkle, a story told,
Legends in constellations, manifold.
Passed ancestors, in the cosmic sea,
Becoming stars, eternally free.
Orion's belt, a warrior's embrace,
Guiding spirits through boundless space.
Majestic stories written in the night,
Ancient voices shimmering in starlight.
The Milky Way, a celestial river,
Flowing with memories that forever deliver.
In the cosmic quilt, a tapestry of grace,
Ancestors shine, a radiant embrace.
From the dusk of life to the dawn of the sky,
Their essence lingers, never saying goodbye.
As stars above, they continue to gleam,
A celestial echo of an eternal dream.
~ A poem by me - P.V.
(Didn't post yesterday, had a doctor's appointment. I'll make it up with something else today <3)
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