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thisispoetrybyamyy · 1 month

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My heart kinda aches when you're talking to someone else. Can't wait for our turn again

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sugarypeas · 6 months

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God(s)

I’ve never seen God in my living room

Or felt the Holy Spirit in the candlelight

Or tasted the flesh of Jesus in the bread

But I’ve known Dionysus at the rave

Gifting me a bracelet and a hug

I’ve met Artemis in the bathroom

A chaste kiss shared between two strangers

Hestia is known to me as a waitress

Warm smiles and warm food feeling like home

And Athena cradled me in her classroom

Soothing my fears of never being enough

Sweet Apollo teaches me how to sing

How to dance and be merry

And swift Hermes teaches me how to run

How to breathe and how to endure

I may never meet the father and his son

Or the holiest of ghosts

But I will hold those everyday gods and goddesses close to my hearth

And keep them in my home

~SugaryPeas

#hellenic polytheism #poetry #original poety #witchcraft #dionysus #artemis #hestia #athena #apollo #hermes

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unhingedfemmecontent · 4 months

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every single one of you fan fiction writers on here write better than Colleen Hoover.

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worldbuildingwanderlust · 3 months

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Burn

So you may

Shine

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lovelyccore · 2 months

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every time i see her, i cant help but wonder what color my lipstick would turn if we kissed

#aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #love poem #art #poem #poetry #love poems #lesbian #sapphic #im in love with my bestfriend #wlw love #lovecore #lovers #poems on tumblr #original poety #lesbian poetry #art poetry #sapphic poetry

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fullsuq · 4 months

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mark lee

#moodboard #random moodboard #dollete moodboard #nct moodboard #nct layouts #kpop moodboard #mark moodboard #haechan moodboard #original poety #poetry #markhyuck #markeu #mark lee

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decimal80 · 18 days

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do u think we r lovers in every universe?

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kissedbyghosts · 1 month

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The Open Mouth of Time

I don’t want the ugliness of the world today. Please, don't make me. I don't want to. But it drips from everything. Crimson rivulets that run into headline horrors to fall and splatter from the lips of liars. I grip the sharp end in self-defense and pull the darkness close. Please, I say, make it go away. And so I cleave until nothing is left. This is not what I wanted. I wanted softness and warmth, and held hands in a house of hearts. I wanted a kind place to grow, a place unknown to murder. But the walls here, they are red and the dead, they are with us, and tomorrow stands in the open mouth of time. The trees are on fire and more babies are lost in the rubble. I drink my coffee, shout at my cat, and spend the rest of the day with my eyes closed. © JM Tiffany 3/25/2024

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khandedoe · 1 month

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The way you spoke about the life you wanted for us was truly poetry

And never in my life have I begged time to be still until now

Just so I can hear the way you speak to me

I never wanted you to stop

While we were laid on the old floors

I didn’t want nothing more

I lived for your hard hands on me

And my breath on the linoleum floor

While your eyes stayed leveled to me

But I’ll die before I get to see that side of you again

Rare like the aroma that bleeds from fresh cut grass

Nothing last

Nothing was meant to

Like my ears you’d preach promises to

Now all your words are worth nothing more than my hand that ran through strands of your hair

The glances that we occasionally shared

And now gone with it was the life we were supposed to have

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seagroundfloors · 3 months

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Some poetry I did, sorry if this isn't good. I'm just trying to spread my voice via words

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sanddollarpoems · 1 month

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It's all in how you look at it,

dark or light,

night or day,

or varying hues of gray.

When I was a child

I was scared of the world

wrapped in blackness.

I was scared of what

I could not see.

But as the world crushed my youth,

I've learned to love the void,

the silence of the night sky,

the empty of the dark.

I've come to terms with my monsters.

I now know that the ones I see

are far worse

than the ones I don't.

It's all in how you look at it,

dark or light,

night or day,

fearful or safe.

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #poetry #quick write #writeblr #original poety

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yulia-inferis · 1 month

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This World Keeps Hurting Me

Although this world keeps hurting me I still breed escape through fantasies For when suffering begins my malaise to evolve It propells me to search for the meaning in it all