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felicejules · 2 days

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Little Serenade of a Dreamer

I know you only exist in my dreams

Chocolate brown eyes and a smile that beams

Your fingertips rough, you tickle my skin

As you catch me off-guard and pull me in-

-to the best of shenanigans one could think of

With you, I'm in trouble and maybe in love

You are my comfort, safe haven, and friend

Even though you leave me at every night's end

When morning comes, I wake up alone

Yet still I smile, you are never truly gone

Then I believe it's your laughter I'm hearing

“Sebastian…” I whisper, my heart full and yearning.

The ghost of a touch, then a trick of the light

And I cannot wait to see you again tonight…

#my peom #sebastian sallow #dream #love #longing

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nervousloveheart · 10 months

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I was never meant to fly like the rest of you

I was never meant to fly like the rest of you. I was never meant to see the world from a birds eye view, above the clouds with the sun glistening on my feathers. I was never meant to feel life like that, to feel the world like that.

Instead, I was meant to spend my days crawling, sometimes stumbling over the endless miles on our earth, putting one foot in front of the other.

But I don’t mind. They can’t see the beauty that I do. They can’t see the tiny blades of dewed grass in the morning, they can’t see the grains of sand on a beach rolling out with the waves. They can’t see the footprints on commonly traveled paths that connect people from all walks of life, they can’t see the ripple of water on the surface of a lake.

They will never know what they’re missing.

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In this poem, I described things high off the ground and in the air to represent neurotypical people’s way of thinking and the way the world was built to accommodate them. I described things close to the ground to represent the way neurodivergent people are often focused on one thing and how they can see the beauty in some things a lot easier than others can, and because the way they see things is different to the way neurotypical people do. Flying does not equal success, you can’t find diamonds if you’re not digging in the dirt.

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dddistracted · 7 months

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Lemons

Going back to the one you had before

Leaving me behind it all

Unclothed of all my trauma

Like pouring lemon on a wound

It hurts

Your ignorance like salt

Hurting me with every noun, every verb

You feel like a lemon to a wound.

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lonesomeviceroy · 8 months

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TW: ANGRY POET

I know you’ve craved for something sweeter

I wished you could’ve see that I’m your coffees sweetener

Little did I know I was a limerence dealer

So you didn’t go for the sugar packets

Was there something wrong? Where they covered in maggots?

(Or are you scared that your a faggot)

You traded my sugar for stevia

now I watch your live life through the media

And I pray to god you get leukemia or a pussy disease like bulimia

#creative #poemas #poem #poetry #writers and poets #original poem #lgbtqiia+#lgbtq #eating disoder trigger warning #trigger warning ed #angry #made by me #sad poem #my peom #love peoms

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brokenstar-s · 1 year

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The Pegasus and The Wolf

I remember when I found you,

on the forest floor,

Wings bent and head low

My teeth bared in a hunger for you

Wanting to tear your neck

And planed for your feathers to drip crimson

But yours eyes looked up to me

And said in words only I could understand-

There would be no other reason

A being of flight

Would come so close to the ground

And be caged in the trees that held hidden life

If, it too, was not entranced with it

Like I had been before

And I closed my jaw,

Molders grinding as I backed away

Knowing too well

That the forest had called you

A being that wasn't it’s own

But dwelled within it

And made sure to protect it too

So I let you stay,

Walked away as you healed and flew away

Watched as you came

Bending near the trees

Talking with the birds

And living with the forest itself

And I came close

And you let me

Even though I was one with teeth,

And claws meant to tear your wings,

Your saw me too, and saw the truth

You weren’t scared

And we strayed in the sun

Let my scent meshed with yours

Watched as you would always come back;

And I found myself missing your presence

When out temples meant,

With out heads pressed close

Your antlers like a crown on top of your head

And wings spread out to embrace me

I couldn’t feel safer

And more at peace with anyone else

And the others knew to stay away,

Never came to us

For the forest claimed us,

Like we had claimed each other

So every time you left,

Wings that caught the air

And spread far out in a freedom I hadn’t ever had

I watched from the ground,

Waiting for your return,

Morning your absent as I watched the sky

In anticipation for you to come into my sight

I stayed like I promised,

Always waiting for you to come back

Into the forest we called out home.

#my writing #poems on tumblr #original peoms #gay poem #lgbtq #gay #lol #my peom

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goth-oat-milk · 4 months

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#aestheitcs #grungy aesthetic #indie aesthetic #nonbinary #y2k aesthetic #aesthetic #spotify #goth #queer #lana del rey #my peom #myart #made by myself #my poetry #my post #my artwork #sad post #sad aesthetic #2014core

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stair-case-the-wise · 11 months

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l am not human.

Or, at least, I don't think I am because humans are treated kindly. They are respected for who they are and where they sit or stand in this world. Human mothers are supposed to care for their human children, yet my human mother treats me with anguish and condemns me to a fate where i will never be happy, not fully, not truly Human fathers are supposed to be gentle yet a sturdy role model, but I only see a shell of a man inside my human father. He who only cares about one thing and one thing only, himself. I only see a selfish human. A human that I will never be. The type of human I can not be. Will never be.

Humans are meant to have desires like good fortune and good wealth, but my only wish is to be human.

Because being human means being free, it means being respected, and it means being loved unconditionally. It means I can live freely. Live while being authentic to myself not chaining myself inside a small box and forced to live a life unconnected to humanity. I want to live a life where I can be humanly happy. I want to be human. A good human. I wish to be human. A respected human

But what does it mean to be human?

Am I human? Are we human?

But maybe this is what makes me human. My suffering, my sorrow. My unhappiness. It all makes me human.

The human experience may be filled with disrespect and loathing. This human experience is meant to make me feel separated. But why must I be separated?

Aren't we all the same? The same species all with a heart, lungs, and gut. All with a brain that creates our stories, our memories, our personalities, our person.

What does it mean to be human? Are we human? Am i human?

#what does it mean to be human #original poem #my peom #peotry #just staircase being staircase ah #angsty #yippee

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franoqc · 1 year

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please open me (TW: GORE)

please open me, open my brain so that you can see what i’m thinking, open my chest so you know how fast my heart beats, open me so that i can freely tell you everything

please open me, open my heart so you know how i feel, open my leg so you know how i move, open my mind so you know what i want

please understand me, understand me like you are me, understand me like you predicted everything, understand me like you knew it would happen

please understand me, open me like you can understand me

open me like you want to open me.

understand me like you want to understand me.

#original poem #twgore #cw: gore #poetry #short poem #poem #sadpoem #depressing poem #sad poem #my peom #youngpoet #poet #poems on life #deep poems #poems and poetry #relatablepoem #relatable

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thisispiperspeaking · 1 year

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My breath circles my head. The silence of my mind soothes me.

I pluck at the strains of thought that pass by my eyes. I trace my fingers over each of their outline and let them lead me where they please.

You can find the most beautiful spaces when you’re not in a rush.

I’ll sit here for a while and enjoy gentle sound of solitude.

Peace falls on my head, runs over my shoulders and trails down my spine.

The sweet presence of oneself, here I am alone but not lonely.

#short poem #my poetey #poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #original peoms #my peom #poemsbyme #short peoms #self love #solitude

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nervousloveheart · 1 year

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The air we breathe is in the water that trickles down our legs after a swim, it’s in our lungs, it’s in our blood. In a way, air is everywhere, if you look hard enough. We can feel it, we can smell it, and sometimes we can taste it. Inhale, exhale, it’s how we know that we’re still physically alive, even if our souls are long lost and forgotten. Our bodies remain in this world like a breathing anchor, harboring or waiting for souls. Inhale exhale, you’re alive, wind is kissing your skin and air is going in and out of your lungs. Inhale exhale, you smell your favorite home cooked meal, teasing you with memories and laughter.

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quinnick · 1 year

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Sometimes the right words are trapped in my mouth

The ones that could describe all my love All my wishes for you And the smiles no one could see

Sometimes I wish to say them

They could fall all out Drifting in the wind like light snowfall Until the ground was layered in them

Sometimes I forget I am a small sticky note to you

Stuck to a page in the last page of a journal you will never finish writing You bought a better one with golden lining and a hard cover Now you write the thoughts there The ones I wasn’t good enough to hold

Sometimes I wonder

If I will ever recover

#my peom #sad peoms #The last of my cloudy day thoughts and than I will go back to be a goofy guy #(and will answer my asks)#Hahahahhaa my life is Will B*yers coded #Okay love you all mwah #tw vent #<- kinda a vent peom #All my poetry is a vent #is it peom or poem?? I guess poem #poem #orginal poem #sad poetry #Jesus these tags are a mess

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longlostlisbon114 · 1 year

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#female hysteria #girlblogger #lana del rey #manic pixie dream girl #bpd problems #coquette #girlblogging #girlboss #lizzie grant #lily rose depp #poetscommunity #poetry #my peom

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koritsi-chaos · 1 year

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Why did I fall in love with a person like you? Even though your eyes are mesmerizing and I appreciate those smiles but...

does it have to be ended up as love?

You make me regret my love even when I don't want to,you make me forget you even when I told myself I want you, you make me the saddest person even when I am with you I found myself happy but...

Does it have to ended up as love ?

You told me you don't believe in a thing called love

I'll hate you if only my hate could lead me to you.

I'll be loving you in a silent whisper but hating with swears.

I'll be loving you at your lowest but hate you at your high.

I'll be loving you for yourself but hating you to be mine.

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sickman114514 · 1 year

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魔幻时代宴会

组诗“在北京”之一

被朋友绑架，被父亲绑架，被你的

女朋友绑架，被认不出的人绑架，

被世界绑架

人生就是被绑架。

2023年的第二次宴会，

我仍旧无法放弃写诗

我等待着战争

和末日的到来

在北京，在国家的酒吧里

可你无法在日记本里写下脏东西

然后我们跳进什刹海而河面上冰块在冻结

而你拿起艺术，将它在地上摔得粉碎

可他们还在故作镇定地

举着平克·弗洛伊德和威士忌

但是“蓝月亮，你看见我我孤独地伫立在黑夜中

万念俱灰，无人关心”

像间谍的气球，闪光灯在我身边亮着

唯一的问题是，你要拿着嬉笑的杯子，

用它装满有毒的鸡尾酒——

顽皮与乖巧，科学皇后……

酒是你灰��的朋友

你得以乘着它暂时逃跑

可是我黑色的朋友啊，我所关心的人类，

你去哪里了？

我找不到你，在黄骅，在白色半弧形的高楼里，

在你被逼死前的地方

我又一次开始喝酒，又一次

开始疯狂，像你一样

可他们的计划究竟如何？

他们是要你的跪拜，要你被砍掉的脊柱

当胡鑫宇、林嘉文和刘学州们在夜里倒下

他们要将你的头颅和欢乐

扔在英勇的懦夫们流血的地方

他们要砸毁城市的路牌，爬回乡村的草堆

他们要喷涂你的画，用封建时代的牛粪

和伦理纲常

可我仍想着浇灌自己，在王府井、三里屯

在一只脚踏进现在的安定门外

我有罪啊我黑色的朋友，我有罪

无数次我龟缩在城市，

这幻梦的宴会和刚刷完漆的壳

现在我再也不能安稳地走在路上了，

因为这世界长了刺，而我的靴子已被丢掉，在决定生活的那一刻

我不安因为工业的塑料袋冲我笑着，

我不安因为诗人啊他还没有自杀

2023.2.6

#中文 #诗歌 #my peom #原创 #中文诗歌 #peots on tumblr

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goth-oat-milk · 6 months

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