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adaolilies · 2 years

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i felt each super moon, each fullness throwing light on dips once forgotten but not lost.

#mystical #poems i wrote #self care #polaroid #advanced selfies #poetsofinstagram #moon water #supermoon child #aquarius reflections

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angelmorningstar1111 · 2 months

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This is something I wrote about my best friend, well one of my best friends. I have three. But yeah, I wrote this when we had stopped talking to her, not for any reason, it's just that we both were very busy with our exams and studies. And as always my emotions find a way to express themselves like this.

Summer before

It seems that I have nowhere to go

You have gone somewhere I can't follow

I have lost my courage along the road

And all I have now are deleted texts

That I wasn't brave enough to let you read

Somehow I had stopped being who I was

And the space you occupied was empty

And this isn't unfamiliar territory

But it's something I felt after a long time

And I don't know how to act

Because I need you here but I can't say it

So perhaps a leap of faith is necessary

Perhaps you will catch me when I fall

Just tell me this, we are the same we were

Just how we were the summer before

#writers and poets #poets on tumblr #original poem #poemsbyme #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #poem #poetry #poems i wrote #summer before #leap of faith #catch me when i fall #best friends #poems and quotes #life poetry #life poems #life happened and we grew up #life happens #student life

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sorrcha · 2 months

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benthic angel

was writing about lake sturgeon for a class assignment and showed one of my friends what i'd written.. he then sent part of it back to me with line breaks to turn it into a poem! i just had to draw something for it :]

poem text under the readmore:

lake sturgeon don't know that they're endangered. They don't know anything - other than the muck at the bottom of the water column and the occasional passing touch of another.

really touched by how my friend turned my technical writing into poetry. i haven't tried to write creatively in months, so it's nice to see i've still got it- and nicer still that i could get so inspired by my friend, since i haven't made nature art in a little while, either :>!!

#art #digital art #ms paint #clip studio paint #(<- drew it in ms paint and then slapped on some effects + the text using csp)#animal #fish #sturgeon #lake sturgeon #fishblr #poem #poetry #i want to do this for another poem as well.. my crush wrote a poem about fireflies and i want to make art based on it so badly <3 #hall of fame #1k #5k

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ieatpoemz · 10 months

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I wrote these during my senior year of high school.

My poems are usually short and sweet. When I attempt to write poems that are longer, they usually end up horribly bad.

On another note, I'm not a professional writer, so these might not be the best.

Either way I hope you enjoy these.

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Smaller note: these poems were taken from a poem story I wrote for a school project.

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At school

The classroom is loud and bright.

A cluster of sounds holds me tight.

The grip is suffocating me dead,

as I hold the hair on my head.

Thinking is to much for me,

It almost throws me on my knees.

So throwing myself in my work,

I will try to keep myself afloat.

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What I do when I get home

When I go home,

The first thing I do is go on my phone.

Mindlessly i scroll,

Through stories that aren't my own.

Escaping the reality

known as my home.

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lonesome-dreamsss · 3 months

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his handprint may be burned into your skin but it's still the gentlest touch you've ever received.

#smth smth destiel #cas was always so gentle with dean #he knew of dean's pain and wanted to ease it!!#he wanted to be a good thing in dean's life!!#when he pulled him from hell it wasn't truly pulling #he cradled dean like he was the most precious thing in the world #and honestly he probably WAS the most precious thing in the world to cas #even as early as then #to quote 'when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost'#god they make me insane #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #supernatural #does this count as fanfic even if it's one sentence #a poem perhaps #idk it's something that i wrote so i'll take it

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sylvies-chen · 1 year

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I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.

joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.

and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.

#i wrote a poem about this #idk if i should post it bc i dont want to risk someone stealing it #but yeah… this concept has me really thinking #the last of us #the last of us hbo #hbo the last of us #tlou hbo #hbo tlou #tlou #the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie

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itsthislake · 1 month

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“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

Support me on Ko-fi maybe?

#lake's art #happy birthday sabo!#this time actually on time wow #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #asl brothers #asl trio #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace #watch me tag ace even though he barely shows up #one piece comic #one piece #one piece fanart #oh i'll confess. i traced that ship from a screencap #there's no force on earth that can make me draw a whole ass ship sorry #as always I am stupidly proud of exactly 1 (one) page and this time it's the third #but i also just love that part of the poem so i was already biased towards it before i drew it lmao #i had a whole ass explanation for the reasoning behind this comic that i wrote at like. 3 am. but fuck knows what i did with it #i contemplated colors and immediately gave up. hell nah i'm not doing that again

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always-coffee · 3 months

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An Invitation

What I want to say is

I like your face,

I think about

your hands on me,

but I don’t say this

aloud,

and yet everything

about me is an invitation,

an open door,

a conjuring of clothes

on a bedroom floor,

and I’m not sure who

will make the first move,

only that one of us will,

and it feels like a song

I once knew

but forgot, you feel like a song

I once knew,

come closer,

let me sing it back to you.

#poem #poetry #I should be writing other things #but instead I wrote this

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tubbytarchia · 3 months

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The bloodied moon cried for you, but you only heard the stars The weeping moon then bled for you, but you only saw her scars

#I was too motivated to draw this to not outright finish it. More Pearl art upon ye god. oops! All Pearl!#pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #trafficblr #tilly #double life fanart #the blood seeping from the moon is turning her fit scarlet <3 #cw blood #wolf + moon + Pearl imagery... too good to pass up on #god so ill #SO ILL #I LOVE DRAWING ANIMALS SO MUCH #GUYS I LOVE IT SO MUCH #WOLVES. WOLVES!!!!#Wolves are overrated and I like most animals more than that but THEYRE STILL FUN TO DRAW #sorry I wrote the. little poem thing wrong so I privated this for a bit teehee Im a failure #tubby art

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orangesideirrational · 1 year

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come in from the snow

hot choco

painful fingers

winter is good

#poems #poems i wrote

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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month

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The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

#It's a line from a poem I wrote I love poetry fun fact #oh the poems I could write about arthur but I shall not #<- fears the cringe #but I also just love taking pictures of arthur and the sun #he's perfect #I'm like a sponge for all kinds of imagery I soak that shit up it keeps me going #I'm a real yapper #but alas #I have my silly little blog to yap on #and lovely followers <3 #mwah #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #weetabix my horse #red dead redemption community #liveblogging

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femmeconomics · 6 months

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i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"

#her epitaph actually has a much longer poem which contains this line #and it’s not like. stylistically high quality poetry either #which indicates this was not a poem someone was hired to write for the grave (as was a relatively common practice)#but instead written out of love by one of her family members #it’s twenty three lines of mostly correct dactylic hexameter #and it makes me bawl when i read it #we translated it in a latin class i took a few years ago and then wrote our own latin poems about our friends

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naturecalls111 · 11 months

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