#i wrote a poem

[i-am-not-a-twinkie]

Child of the sun

Who was shining and bright

and child of the moon

Who lived by his light

The sun who shone for all to see

And was deemed a radiant bloom

Who only saw his brilliant light

Reflected in the eyes of the moon

The moon with power other's feared

As strong as the will of the sea

Brought to his knees by the warmth of the sun

By his side was where he longed to be

People said the moon was cold

With no light of his own

The sun saw only beauty

In his soft and eerie glow

People feared the sun would burn

Or his light would blind them

The moon found joy in his bite

And vowed to stand behind him

Their endless dance through the sky

Was plain for all to see

The beauty and grace of a love

That was never meant to be

And yet in the rare twilight

The time they shared together

On mingling breath hushed whispers said

A promise made, to be forever

But the day came the sun shone too bright

And was snuffed out too soon

And without the sun's radiant light

The moon was gone too

#i wrote a poem #I'm not really proud of it #but i finished it #bonus points if you can guess who it's about before checking the tags #art #tumblr #my poem #poem #original poem #poetry #sun and moon #cod #cod ghost #cod mw2 #cod soap #cod ghoap #ghoap #ghost x soap #ghost #john soap mactavish #soapghost #soap cod #soap mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #mcd

[parsleysparlor]

Lester is a lesser man

The power of a god high in demand

Once so cool and macho

Shoot- I dropped my nacho

#digital art #art #lester papadopoulos #trials of apollo #apollo #bisexual gods #percy jackson #cabin 7 #i wrote a poem

[lunarsluttymoon]

The water laps and pulses. Growling, stroking, choking.

Same place same rhyme.

Sickly blues and black eat at the metal, as it has eaten before.

History repeats. Same rhyme.

The ocean feeds, as it was force-fed your oils and skins. The sweat on your back like those back in your sweatshops like the sweat in your blood money. Blood to a shark, you followed to the depths.

Pulsing, stroking, choking.

Air is pulsing and beating, the rhythm in your chest a weak drum. Deus ex machina’s abandoned lover. How many days? How many hours? How many minutes?

Unsinkable, indestructible, immortal.

Choking and choking and choking and waiting.

Waiting

Waiting

The sun is gone

Waiting

Stroking, choking, dying

Repeat.

#i wrote a poem #cause im not sure how to feel about what’s happening #my poems #poetry #oceangate #thallasophobia #titanic #tw thalassophobia #ocean #suffocating #freeform poem #short poem #submarine #submarine situation #billionaires #2023 #logitech #oceangate submersible #missing submersible #submersible #lost submersible

[niseag-arts]

The Canticle of the Grand Machine

we are the seekers of our knowledge we are the bearers of the true pledge surrounded by the whistling steam cogs within the grand machine We follow thus our fascinations The Omnissiah’s machinations sound the canticle serene cogs within the grand machine

we are protectors of mankind we’re with the will of Mars aligned we’re no guardsman nor marine but cogs within the grand machine

We have build for the empire cities, hives, shrines and spires Watch our iron glint and sheen cogs within the grand machine

We explore the galaxy In name of Humanity Go to places never seen as cogs within the grand machine

The flesh it has been left behind The Omnissiah’s path was signed We are tireless and keen cogs within the grand machine

#i wrote a poem #warhammer 40k #fan poem #admech #adeptus mechanicus #fanwork #poetry #idk hope you like it

[lynx-kin]

When you get told to post the poetry you wrote in high-school be like:🧍‍♂️

ANYWAYS. May I present:

Clasped Hands, By Lynx-Kin(me)

There is a Hand reaching out for me

Soft and Warm

Gentle as the Breeze

It Crushes mine in its Grip

There is a Hand reaching out for me

Calloused and Rough

Utterly Humane

It Slaps away Mine when I Reach Back

There is a Hand reaching out for me

Large and Smooth

Patient and Serene

It Yanks away as I Reach for it

There is a Hand reaching out for me

Bright and Excitable

As Brilliant as the Sun

It Burns mine when I Grasp it

There is a Hand reaching out for me

Humble and Scarred

Calm as Still Waters

I Hesitate

There is a Hand reaching out for me

Never Pushing

Never Leaving

Never Hurting

There is a Hand reaching out for me

Soothing the Hurt

Softening the Pain

…There is a Hand Clasped in Mine.

#poetry #original poem #poem #poets on tumblr #i wrote this #i wrote a poem #in high school #i don’t know what to tag this #I got a c for this #but I was told to post it #lol

[motherarts]

Rocking steady, above the shore,

didn't think I could hold anymore.

He appeared and took a seat beside me,

never thought that he would guide me.

After all, who would trust a liar?

He told me tales about the stars,

he told me that they were a light from the heart.

Now as the ceiling falls I wonder,

was it all a lie? Did I blunder?

My arm aches, my back is sore.

I think I'm going to win this war,

The astronaut doesn't agree.

After all. . .

What is life without me?

#OKAY I DUNNO WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT #THIS IS #oumota #BECAUSE #YES #I WROTE A POEM #MOM ARE YOU PROUD? #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #WUHAHAHAHA!!! #lol anyway #this is angst #if you couldn't tell #i think this would count as #dv3 spoilers

[rileylastname]

ode to cat: based on a true story

there’s a cat on my lap

he is taking a nap

which means that I’m trapped—

I have places to be.

so I give him a pat

just a brush on his cap,

the most gentle of taps

where he rests on my knee.

not a bop nor a rap,

not a shove nor a slap.

his eyes open a crack

and he looks up at me.

I decide to adapt,

wishing I’d had more tact.

there’s a cat on my lap

and I let that cat sleep.

#I wrote a poem #poetry #poems #cats #my art #shut up riley #ode to cat #based on a true story

[stupidstrawberrystars]

Your version of better

This is lil poem I wrote about conversion “therapy” (ie. abuse)

Don’t you understand me?

They do. They do.

You sent me away to change my future.

To break me down and make me new.

You didn’t like what you got so you tried to fix it.

And you’ll hear me one day, and you’ll regret it.

But by the time i’m screaming, they’ll have locked the vault

Don’t you get it now, it’s too late to help.

Don’t you hear me? Don’t you see me? I’m your daughter, can’t you tell?

It’ll rip me to shreds ‘til I bleed out.

This was the one thing i couldn’t foretell.

I cannot stay there.

You called it therapy.

You lied to me.

Conversion isn’t therapy.

But they get me.

The kids there.

They’re trapped and they’re scared.

And they get me.

But I’ll say whatever you need me to say,

if it means I get to leave.

Those kids will rot in their room for eternity.

I’ll say whatever you need me to say,

Again and again and again.

Until the jail cell is in their head,

wrapping up their thoughts and cutting of the air to their brain.

I’ll say;

“Can’t you read me? Can’t you see me? Can’t you trust i’m doing better?

You’re always right. Never wrong. I’ll be mad all the same.

You don’t get me like they do and you’re all i have to blame.

But you’re right. I needed fixing. I’m here on a platter.

I’m your daughter, I’m your daughter. And i’m your version of better.”

It was the only way out.

And if you ever wondered.

That is why i’m such a good liar.

And I hate you for it and always will.

i won’t pay your medical bill.

You’ll rot in that house and it’ll never be a home.

I won’t go to either funeral,

i won’t obey your metaphorical throne.

I don’t have to outlive the world to survive.

i don’t have to always hide.

i just have to outlive you.

And that… that i will make myself do.

#there are a million things that make being queer difficult #and I heard a story that was a bit too close to home recently #and yet it’s still hard to believe it’s even real #i’ve encountered it before but never like this #i’m lucky that despite my trouble I never had this to fear #i wrote a thing #i wrote a poem #conversion “therapy” #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #queer #queer community #transgender #trans pride

[crabs-but-better]

sometimes i’m struck with strokes of genius at 10:30 and i have to resist the urge to email my english teacher

#i wrote a poem

[alexandrarosa]

a woman can be pretty to others

never herself

if she knows her own worth

she’s suddenly vain

#beauty is terror #beauty is a concept #beauty is in the eye of the beholder #and it looks like in his eye only #art #i wrote a poem #i wrote a poem it does not have to be good #short poem #poem #art academia #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #classic academia #light acadamia aesthetic

[and-loth-cat]

Obi-Wan Kenobi, a poem

O is for outstanding, of which he is such B is for beautiful, which he is much I is for intellectual, because he is smart W is for wonderful, and I know this in my heart A is for awesome, which is so true N is for nice, which I know he is too K is for kind, just like a good friend E is for everything, because he is my man N is for nifty, which he is so O is for obliterating, the droid ships would know B is for brave, a true quality, and I is for iconic, which he is to me

-Obi-Wan Kenobi, a poem by Phoebe which was written as she went

#obi wan #obi wan kenobi #star wars kenobi #star wars #kenobi #general kenobi #the phantom menace #the clone wars #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #obi #general #star wars prequels #poem #star wars poem #i wrote a poem #my name is phoebe #i am a poet #i wrote this poem just to show it #obi wan obi wan obi wan #kenobi obi wan #obi wan star wars #sw #in love with obi wan kenobi

[lighthouseshepard]

#i wrote a poem #been a while #this was partly malevolent inspired #poems #poetry #caspost #tbd maybe

[emlovesstates]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/54702034"><strong>My State Sims</strong></a> (233 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Emiliylovestsates"><strong>Emiliylovestsates</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Welcome%20To%20The%20Table%20-%20Ben%20Brainard%20(Web%20Series)">Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series)</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Florida/Louisiana (Welcome To The Table), A bunch of other relationships that I don't really remember<br />Characters: Florida (Welcome To The Table), Rhode Island (Welcome To The Table), Louisiana (Welcome To The Table), Oregon (Welcome To The Table), Washington (Welcome To The Table), Alaska (Welcome To The Table), Hawaii (Welcome To The Table)<br />Additional Tags: it's a poem<br />Series: Part 2 of <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/series/3835918">Stories based off of the Sims</a><br />Summary: <p>So this was an assignment I had to do and I also lot a while back at least in January. I think I made a poll asking which couple should I write about from like From my Sims world and you guys voted for Florida and Louis so I did write so this is that</p>

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #I wrote a poem

[child-of-the-nighttime-stars]

Footsteps

No one knows how I lay in bed and listened for the footsteps,

I'd lie in bed and listen,

Past the muffled noise of late-night TV ads,

For any kind of noise,

Whether that be his voice, talking to himself or the arguments in his head,

Or how the floorboards creak beneath the rug,

There's a difference, it's louder when he wears shoes, but still deafening to hear him approach,

Steps become thunder as they lurch up the stairs,

Despite my trembling body, rigor mortis sets in

Stiff, unnatural, a sure way to be caught,

It wasn't just his, but all of their footsteps,

Their patterns at night, even in broad daylight,

I was a child then,

With time and age, the skill began to fade,

For I didn't need it, not as much, as I once did

Normalcy set in,

Happy home, quiet steps,

Startling yet not unwelcome,

Is this what I should feel?

Is this what I deserve?

I am now 22,

But my skill still persists,

Now I lie in bed, with a door that can close,

One threat may be gone, but the need is far from over,

So I listen,

Past the muffled noise of late-night TV ads,

For any kind of noise,

Now it's screaming from cyber fights or talking to strangers that may not exist,

For the way the sheets rustle as his weight shifts,

Or the way the chair creaks, depending on where he sleeps,

I can discern when he stands, even as carpet covers the floor,

Is it to go get a cigarette,

Or is he going to come to me for something more,

Steps become thunder as they lurch up the stairs,

Even now rigor mortis sets in, my body twitches and spasms,

Stiff, unnatural, a sure way to be caught,

But begging for release

For freedom,

For safety,

They say they aren't the same,

Far from it,

Yet being met with them,

Why I am encompassed with the same fear?

The same dread.

Though you may not share the appearance of the monster I knew,

You share the same actions,

The same footsteps too...

#poetry #poem #i wrote a thing #i wrote a poem #small stories #prompt #prompts #prose poem

[linnea-bowiesversion]

Haiku poems I’ve written over the years

(I know some of them aren’t 5/7/5 but oh well)

The dark took over

Once again I lost the war

It’s too much for me

Crying my eyes out

Are you even listening

I miss you too much

I want to cry out

But I can never do it

Why is it so hard?

She left me alone

I told her everything

And she still left me

(Maybe that why)

Quiet is nice

It’s like the nothingness inside

Becomes freedom.

I don’t want to sleep

Because the day comes quickly

And the night is short

#:( #these were always my 3am thoughts #poem #poets on tumblr #i wrote a poem #haiku poetry #haiku poem #shitty haiku #old poetry

[anerdindenver]

roses are red tits are the best now why don't you show me the ones on your chest

(chicks dig dudes who write them poems)

#photon2323 #i wrote a poem