#list poem

[fuckingwhateverdude]

2.27.24

#does anyone understand this at all #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #spilled ink #vent writing #fathers and daughters #nostalgic #toxic nostalgia #memory #on memory #lists #list poem #blackout poem #blackout poetry #childhood nostalgia

[kings-speaks]

LIST OF REASONS TO LIVE SAVED TO MY NOTES APP AT 3 A.M.

phone calls with friends

the sky when it rains 

pumpkins

thunderstorms

crisp autumn days

patches of sunlight

patches of fur

gardening

mint tea

cats when they purr

trees in the summer

waking up from a dream

strangers

the lakeside

coffee with cream

cracks in the sidewalk

birds when they sing

everything

everything

everything 

everything 

#list poem #my poetry #kings speaks #hopepunk

[poetryorchard]

Join @nashira in her first writing workshop of the year on LIST POEMS! (this is my first time facilitating in 4 months 🥹💚 come write list poems with me?)

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[laceypaigepoetry]

grief can be so much larger than we realize 🖤

#sad poetry #poetry #grief #griefandloss #heartache #relationship #friends #sad quotes #life quotes #poemsdaily #poems on tumblr #list poem #love #healingjourney #growth

[the-stars-sing]

bad poetry hehee :3

#writblr #writers of tumblr #creative writing #my writing #spilled ink #poetry #original poem #blackout poem #blackout poetry #list poem #writing

[little-miss-tragedy]

i. I miss you.

ii. I saw a dog on the street today – she looked just like yours.

iii. In the middle of the night, I can still hear your laughter. If I close my eyes, I can pretend that you’re next to me. If I close my eyes, I don’t have to see the truth.

iv. Do you ever think of me? Do you ever regret walking away? Do you? Do you? Do you?

v. How are you? I miss you.

vi. The sky was so pretty today – here’s a picture of it. It made me think of you. You’re the prettiest person.

vii. I don’t think you realize how wonderful you are. I hope you are learning how to see just how amazing you are.

viii. I hate you. I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for being so amazing and wonderful and giving me a sense of safety. I hate that you got to walk away from this – from us, from me – unscathed while I am still putting my pieces back together all this time later. I hate that I don’t hate you. All I have ever wanted was to see you happy – even if that happiness doesn’t include me.

ix. Don’t forget about me, okay? Please.

x. I hope you never regret me. I hope you look back on what we shared and smile. I hope that I gave you just enough of myself. If you ever find yourself wondering what could have been, come back. I will always have a space for you in my heart – in my life. That will never change.

xi. I miss you.

xii. I am so proud of you.

xiii. I miss you.

unsent messages 2.0 (4/?) - (ds)

#personal #spilled ink #quote #poetry #list poem #poetry quote #breakup #sadness #unrequited poem #unrequited love #heartache #the unsent project #unsent messages #poetry writing #new poets society

[ashtrayfloors]

Places with Terrible Wi-Fi

The Garden of Eden. My ancestors' graves. A watermelon field in Central Texas where my father once slept. Miles of rivers. The waiting room of a hospital in which a doctor, thin-looking in his coat, shared mixed results. A den of worms beneath frozen grass. Jesus's tomb. The stretches of highway on the long drive home after the burial. The figurative abyss. The literal heavens. The cheap motel room in which I thought about praying despite my disbelief. What I thought was a voice was simply a recording playing from another room. The cluttered attic. Most of the past. The very distant future, where man is just another stratum in the ground. The tell of Megiddo. The flooded house and the scorched one. My favorite cemetery, where I can touch the white noise distorting memory. What is static if not the sound of the universe's grief? Anywhere static reigns.

—J. Estanislao Lopez, from The Best American Poetry 2023 (Simon & Schuster, 2023)

#poetry #j. estanislao lopez #list poem #grief #the best american poetry 2023 #recently read #typography #this fucking poem

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Reasons to Live:

--based on the "crémé brulée" prompt from @writeblrcafe

Two days more of sunshine or three days of sleep. Four days of lobster and five days of more salmon, maybe enough for a week.

There's a glimpse of azure sky, along with whisps of gentle clouds to puncture it. Mountains with a dusting of snow, colored coral with tinges of peach, and a minty breeze passing by.

The bustle of home, with pathways towards an oblivious wharf. Seagulls finding their place amongst skyscrapers, cats stalking across the pavement, bits of candy found in the cracks.

A rose growing out of the concrete, getting a natural 20 on a die. Dying a little death to find a new body, stripped of its scars and reverted back to warmth, before the chaos, before the arson.

Confetti falling from the sky, people singing songs, and butterflies coming out of their mouths. Knowledge conquering all, letters returning to the source, all settling on a garden of purple clovers. --Elda Mengisto

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #writeblrcafe #wcprompt #prompt: crème brulée #list poem #survival #near death experience #the new virgins #hope

[drunk-on-writing]

womanhood is your favorite pair of shoes being the ones that hurt the most to wear. womanhood is a whole conversation exchanged in a single look. womanhood is connection. womanhood is pomegranate seeds and apples. womanhood is wanting someone to take care of you while needing to take care of everyone. womanhood is vowing to be nothing like your mother as you stare at her in the mirror. womanhood is a cautionary tale. womanhood is always looking for the exit.

(cc, 2022)

#my writing #womanhood #how i love being a woman #inspired by that tiktok trend #poets on tumblr #words #writers on tumblr #writing #writers of tumblr #poets of tumblr #poetry #prose #spilled ink #list poem

[gross-pink]

Things I've Burned

I burned the entire palm of my hand

After I took a pot out of the oven.

I forgot that metal gets hot 

The same way a newly soldered ring

Gets hot.

I burned bridges with many people

After what happened.

I think I should be able to not feel like a piece of meat

Poked and prodded and completely still. 

Years later I wonder if things could ever be normal.

Or if that doesn't make sense for any of us.

We burned books 

That were left in the house.

A steamer trunk full of romance novels

Ripped in half

Like we wouldn't wish we could have read them

In ten years.

I burned eyeliner once.

Who knew it was flammable?

It broke so I tried to fix it

But instead, it all burned.

There's a metaphor there somewhere.

#poetry #list poem #poems #burned bridges

[livingof-love]

Been working through Rupi Kaur's 'Healing through Words' book (at my own pace of course). The activity I'm on challenged to pick from some emotions to write a list poem about. Here is what may be the most raw poem I've written to date.

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Grief is

Unexpected

It creeps in from nowhere, quietly

Be gentle with me, please

Such sadness

Overwhelming

The gravity of it all is so heavy

Grief is that inevitable feeling

I don't escape it, it seems

It comes and goes

Now my heart is a ghost town

Grief is consuming

Dense

It covers me

Flows precisely over every wound

Drowning now

Does it ever go away?

Grief

Pain

Guilt

Does it ever go away?

Grief

I'm left here in its wake

Empty

Alone again

Love is knocking

But grief...

Grief is always the one to answer

I just need to get there first.

#personal #writing #rupi kaur #healing through words #list poem #deepest shit ive written to date #grief #dealing with grief

[fuckingwhateverdude]

1.7.24

#blah blah blah #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #dreams #dream writing #recurring dream #vent writing #mental illness #list #list poem #poetryblr #spilled ink

[heart-songs]

the scent of snow homemade jam a bouquet of baby’s breath coffee panna cotta the other half of a broken heart medicinal moonbeams unlimited curses the amount of patience I have left for the week this poem

things you can fit in a mason jar

by Cora Finch

#poetry #list poem #life #love #memory #emotion #senses #good things #not so good things #bits of life #my writing #cora finch #heartsongs #poem #249 #things you can fit in a mason jar

[losspeaks06]

BLOG POST #7 (List Poems)

In this blog, I was charged to talk about list poems and more specifically, the process that I used when creating my list poem. The list poem collects content about a specific topic in a list form.

It was imperative for me to think about a topic that I was interested in. I decided to go with hip-hop music as my subject. I wanted to be clever in the words that I used in my list poem. My goal was to make the poem fun and informative.

The list poem does not necessarily need to include rhythm or rhyme, but each word should be carefully chosen and memorable. That was a good thing to know. I did, however, try to make the last word of each line rhyme. I realize that I have to get out of that habit, as all poetry does not have to rhyme. I have included a few lines from my list poem below:

“…. Graffiti on walls, a vibrant display,

Street art that tells stories in a unique way.

Boomboxes blasting, music in the air,

The sound of hip-hop, people everywhere.

Turntables spinning, scratching the track,

Creating new sounds, there's no looking back.”

I wanted to include memorable words that relate to the hip-hop culture. This is why I used words, such as graffiti , boomboxes, cyphers and turntables. I hope that my poem met the requirements of a proper list poem. We’ll see…..

✌🏾🖤⚡️

#list poem #poetry #process #hip hop #culture

[laceypaigepoetry]

you are worthy of love 🖤

#love #poetry #poems on tumblr #heartache #poetsandwriters #healingjourney #poemsdaily #love quotes #growth #list poem #relationships #self care #self love #worthy of love #you are worthy #poets on tumblr

[devinsturk]

Some things I am, (mostly) in the order they occur to me, just for fun.

Autistic. Trans. Nonbinary. Cat lover. Mail artist. Film photographer. Ice cream soda enjoyer. Whale admirer. Probably nauseous. Cargo shorts wearer. Audiobook and podcast listener. Ponderer of Disability and Mad studies. Slowly and sporadically trying to learn to play the piano. Fidgeter. Hater of Bad textures. Documentary film watcher. Tetris player. College student. Poet. List maker. Mid-Atlantic USA dweller. On TikTok a lot. Zine maker. Abstract painter. Queer. Quite fond of my friends, but lonely sometimes. Freaked out by bugs. Former Softball player. Oddly skilled at memorizing digits of Pi despite despising math. Likely Dyscalculic. Tiny art collector. Hand flapper. Nervous about applying to graduate school. That person who takes their cat on walks in a stroller. Not entirely sure if I am compatible with life, but glad to be here anyway. Hoping for hope.

Devin S. Turk

#devin s turk #actually autistic #transgender #pride #nonbinary #lgbtq #queer #poet #poetry #poem #list poem #lists #prose poem #prose poetry #writing #am writing #identity #artist #zines #Dyscalculia #neurodivergent #disability #disabled #chronic illness #chronically ill