#amateur poetry

[cassiopoet]

Beauty/Death

You smile at the deer eating grass by the underpass

you smile at the dead ones on the highway too

Beauty does not stop at death to you.

4/9/24 via @cassiopoet

art is mine :]

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[iridescentropy]

i scraped my knee

deep read coated the pavement

you tried to help

stuck your fingers under my skin

pulled, tore, scratched

it didn’t hurt

not when you got to the bone

not when you crawled inside

i like you better in here

there’s so little left of me

i’m so glad it belongs to you

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[tundraared]

i really like when i get marks on my body that tell a story of who i am.

the marker on my fingers shows that i’ve been letting myself experiment with my art more.

the bumps on the side of my middle and pinky fingers tell you stories about the stories i spend my time writing.

my beauty marks that my mom always told me were signifiers of those that fit their title.

my dark eye bags that prompt you to tell me what they cannot: that i should rest more.

the red shape on my nose bridge left by my glasses.

I am so excited to see the etchings of a life lived become even more ingrained in my vessel for experience.

when I develop smile lines, grey hairs, and a taste for caramel, I will know of my growth.

when my body becomes a naturally-occurring collage of days upon days, I will know of my dedication.

with stories of my own to tell, I will feel okay. I will feel glad.

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[sandygorange]

the inner child.

that small child you once were with bright eyes and a laugh that could heal the world. they’re not gone, even on the days when it feels like you haven’t seen them in an eternity. in your heart they live on the playground. that playground is filled with all the kids whose names you cannot remember anymore. their laughs are all that can be heard against the soft buzz of sunshine and eternal childlike joy.

- Sandygorange

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[crikey01]

my new roommate, grief

angsty poems that i wrote in the grips of hideous grief last year

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[nikkasqueaka]

Will you always simply sit and watch me weep?

Does my suffering not stir empathy in your heart?

Do you not wish to pick me up and keep me safe from the world?

How can you let me face it alone?

I would never let you face it alone.

-Nikola M. La Vallée

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[charlie-and-mushrooms]

So many feelings, twirling

So many words, disappearing

Ten thousand thoughts

Swirling in the void

Fading, disappearing

I reach and grasp

But it's no use

The words, the thoughts,

They're gone.

I catch a handful

But they're the wrong ones

I watch the ground as you ask

Over and over

Why can't you do it?

Is there something wrong?

And I just shrug

Because the words, the thoughts,

I'd had so many, only moments ago.

But now, they're gone.

Betrayed me

And I'm left here alone

Alone with the questions

That I have no answers for

Because the words,

They're gone.

But what can I do?

I open my mouth like a fish

And the only thing that comes out is

“Sorry”, or “I don't know”

Because they're the only words left

Still here

The rest have run,

They've gone so far away

And these are the only ones who stayed.

But they're not the words

You want to hear

I know

I see it in you face

I hear it in your voice

But there's nothing else

That I can say

-A poem by me, Charlie

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[thehapless-writer]

Echoes of the ways i loved you come back to haunt me at the most inopportune times—

Me, sitting in bed at night recalling the time I wrote you a story with a handicap.

Me, passing by a mirror and remembering all the times I unironically spent hours looking up things you wanted to know in passing.

Me, writing this poem. Writing all the other poems.

I’m in an empty room, professing, “this is the end of my love. I’ll never seek out affection from you, and if my hand ever starts to reach out again, I would rather it gets burned.”

The walls hear me; they soak in my words. They are my only witness, but I will remember.

The echoes of the way I loved you scream at me, urging a fresh influx of memories—

Me on the possibility of my deathbed, still choking on my words like the coward I’ve always been.

Me, waiting for you and your texts and your voice notes.

Me, chasing pipe dream after pipe dream, telling myself ‘this is the last time,’ every time.

But enough is enough.

There’s only so many ways I can be pathetic before the last shreds of common sense scrapes itself together and takes the reins from this silly heart of mine.

I’m shedding off the dead skin part of me that loved you, blocking out the echoes, retracting the desperate need that claws for you to love me .

I’m still begging for the feeling though, except now I’m pleading for anybody to love me.

‘It doesn’t have to be you anymore,’ I say.

It doesn’t have to be you.

th-w; untitled ix

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[opheliapenning]

 ‘Who am I to deny the rain its fitting prose? / I cannot simply idle while the world continues on.’

Ophelia Penning

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[starlosa]

Finale

I have a habit of loving people too much, by giving them parts of myself and seeking to fill the gaps with their being.

I’ll be haunted by the ghost of you for awhile, the way you appear in my dreams, when I smell rain, in the shadows of the water and snacks in the dark. I think I’ll have to accept that. I hope the pieces I gave you of me fade into the back of your mind, like how most gifts tend to do, becoming comfortable clutter until you forget where it came from.

There really was a time where the Stars twinkled and danced and the moon glowed ever brighter when I knew you saw it too.

I’ll (I) love (loved) you like a wolf loves the moon. Distant and empty and everywhere.

I could scream and cry, I could send you the pages and pages of things I wrote about what you did to me, I could pretend it’s okay and hope one day seeing your name (or username I guess?) won’t feel like a wound reopening.

Call me dramatic like I’m sure you do.

Call me vindictive and emotional.

Call me whatever you’d like so you don’t have to think about what you did.

I can’t change that part of you that looks for something to hide behind rather than face his actions, and no long winded hateful rant or thoughtful gentle late night talk can fix that.

I guess I’m tired.

I hope you know when I give up on you, how much it took. How I’m the type that gives endless chances and would always have your back, and would truly accept you for who you are. I hope you know, even when the rest of the world doesn’t love you, there always be a part of me that will.

I’m giving up, and I just really hope you understand, it takes every piece of me left to leave you alone.

(I really would’ve liked to be friends)

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[sparky-cryptidcrafts]

"There's no time to rest.

Always a work in progress,

Always a regress.

If she could just catch her breath,

She'd have time to save who's left."

A character poem in the form of a tanka. I wrote for Dr. Holiday.

I'm super new to poems but I had alot of fun writing it. I love her so much.

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[cassiopoet]

Chapped

We were never going to work

like chapped lips

I lick mine and kiss yours;

it only made things worse.

4/11/24 via @cassiopoet

art is mine :]

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[pages-and-potatoes]

The Burden – Golden Shovel

Haiku Credit: @victoria-at-last

Context: Victor Valentine feels responsible for the death of Helyglys’s mother and makes a decision.

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[rossartgallery]

As she mourned, so mourned the earth.

As her body withered, so withered the plants.

As her eyes stung, so stung the winds.

Winter comes when Persephone leaves.

Falling leaves from falling tears.

An earth lost to Hades.

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[deeplysincere]

“A Ghost in Agony”

In the quiet of night, when stars softly gleam,

Why do souls vanish like a fading dream?

When did it become the norm to depart,

Leaving behind an unanswered heart?

You speak of principles, of virtues held high,

Yet your absence speaks volumes, a silent goodbye.

You claim empathy, vow never to harm,

Yet here I am, left with lingering unease.

When did we come to embrace this painful cycle,

Where love is discarded with minimal pain?

What hidden anguish fuels this retreat,

Leaving kind hearts shattered at your feet?

Perhaps it’s time to embrace the unknown,

To let down your walls, to let love be shown.

Stop running from shadows that lurk in your mind,

For in facing them bravely, solace you’ll find.

Release the grip of the past, and let your heart expand.

In vulnerability lies the power to heal,

Embrace the journey, and let authenticity lead the way.

-NLee

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[leaves-of-dykes]

Pissin’ on Company Time

April 3rd, 2024

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Another long day at the factory Waiting to be put out of misery I cannot find a single task to do So then I go figure that “that’s my cue”

-Butch D

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