#poems that give me life

[harbingersecho]

I won’t tell you how the mouth will never be honest as its teeth.

#rvb #felix #red vs blue #isaac gates #lolix #locus #mine #*23 #art #you ever start drawing something and it just kinda takes a life of its own? and u look at what you drew and its just like. huh. okay. #think its the wodtober giving me ideas #btw i dont think this poem (daily bread) is very relevant to felix and his ch. i just think this part rly fits him #he's more of a 'prayer for the newly damned' to me. but i can't decide on what line to take from it without making the caption way too long

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I am reviving the child I killed in church. I choked the holy rebellion out of that child in centuries-old pews and the cramped chairs of my old school's cafeteria when the first church wouldn't do. I worshipped false gods, Behavior and Belonging. I pretended at godly womanhood at 13 because I could not be that angry, bloody-knuckled, righteous child anymore. It hurt too much.

I failed my new gods miserably, but that didn't stop me for years. I was not palatable. I could not be delicious to those who would devour me whole, so I kept devouring myself and tried again. I was Prometheus and his eagles together in one flesh. I denied myself my fire with religious zeal. I would save the ending world and the world would let me--if I could only learn what sweater to buy and how to straighten my hair.

God, I never should have rejected my rage. Restore my heart.

#poem #poetry #spilled ink #religious trauma #rage #i need to give a huge thank you to two of my favorite singers #kate nyx who is xynetak on here #for inspiring the second two lines of the third stanza and for helping me grow back into my own heart #and #ethel cain who is mothercain on here #whose album preacher's daughter and particularly the song sun bleached flies made me remember a huge portion of my life #that i had almost entirely forgotten

[captain-lovelace]

#my poetry #Horuspoetry #This one’s never gonna get professionally published so here it is #I usually hate writing lowercase poetry but I thought the unfinished look it gives #poems worked with the subject matter #I also wanted to work in a space detailing the experience of growing up neurodivergent #where you are functionally gendered as a failure #A lot of the details (the burying or the hands-to-eyes) are based on my own life. As is like. The general feeling. Which was basically my #standard from ages 3-9. the description of things outside is based on the memories I have of my old backyard when I was really little #And of the park I used to go to #I have a lot of memories of thinking of myself as basically already dead but also not really *understanding* the difference between being #dead and alive? #Idk. I think the perspective I am writing from is that of the child #but also in some ways I’ve noticed the way I behave towards my memories of my past self resembles the ableist way adults treated me when I #was a kid #As if somehow #There was something just… wrong with me and me only and so I deserved it #So this was also an attempt to show compassion to that child and break from that belief. To say ‘this was fucked up’ #And that I don’t believe that there was something wrong with me after all and even if there HAD been I wouldn’t have deserved that treatmen #No one does

[euesworld]

"Sit with me.. let's inspire poetry with every glance. Give me a kiss, I'll make a wish, as your beautiful lips make my soul softly dance.."

I want to make art, to paint the roof of your heart with stars.. with kisses and wishes, I want a love that's ours - eUë

#sit with me #inspire poetry #inspire me #inspired #give me a kiss #kiss me #kisses #kissing you #kiss kiss #kiss #thoughts #quotes #life #life quotes #poem #poetry #poetic #poets on tumblr #you are poetry #soulmate #dance with me #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #love quotes #love #love quote life quotes #love quote for her #quoteoftheday #romance

[casimirt]

Cheers.

I'll drink from your overflowing cup

To ease your pain, make it my own

To share your burden, lighten your load

I will drown myself in your glass

To make life a little more bareable

To keep you by my side

Together we will toast the trails of life

.

#my poems #my poetry #my writing #writing #original poem #toast #wine #life #burden #thoughts #poets on tumblr #queer poetry #queer artist #queer #free form #this gives me good omens vibes #good omens fandom #good omens

[ragewrites]

Susannah Dances, Lianna Schreiber 18 / 07 / 2022

#spilled ink #inkstain #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #free verse #freeverse #freeform #free form #2022 #i'm not dead! but i kinda wish i was! #(i'm joking god just give me an easy lovely long life)

[fictionadventurer]

August: Day 25

Adventures

Spent way too long at the library

Checked out a book that was so old and hadn't been checked out for so long that it was no longer in the library's computer system

Enjoyed an hour of silence at home resting in the peace of the wind outside and the sunlight and shadows of trees flickering on the floor

Read poetry under a tree in the sunset

Writing

Read part of Ruta Sepetys' book on writing

Wrestled with the desire to write a personal, meaningful novel while having no idea what project could fill that need

#adventures in writing #the old book was a lovely old volume of james whitcomb riley's poetry #i loved 'when the frost is on the punkin' in middle school and paging through the book i thought it was perfect for august #i have no idea when the library obtained it #but the copyright page said nothing but 'copyright 1892 by james w riley' #the self-checkout didn't recognize it #and the librarian explained that books will fall out of the system if they're un-checked-out for long enough #which filled me with a secret delight #i was rescuing the poor lonely unloved old book #giving a senior citizen a new chance at life #reading it in the sunset makes me wonder if i could ask the library to sell it to me #they clearly don't need it #and it's such a lovely volume #there's something about reading such an old edition of the book that puts the poems in their proper environment #you can feel the world he was writing about because you're holding a piece of it in your hands #and i just like his poetry #it's sensible poetry if there can be such a thing #not making grand metaphors about nature and the deeper human condition #but just 'there was sunlight on the crick. and a tree. and some butterflies. it was nice.' #plus the country perspective and working-class characters #it's down to earth and homespun and simple and grounded and in love with all the common things of life #and so much of the landscape is so familiar so there's the extra sense of connection #sure some of it gets a bit trite but it's so unpretentious that you can't mind the occasional misstep #and occasionally there's one where the impeccable sense of rhythm he showed in the first poem i loved sneaks up on me and sweeps me away #anyway it was nice it was a good day god is good

[jacksintention]

Still unwell about Rilke and PH

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open

to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a gravesite

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots

embrace:

a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs.

#There's in Rilke and especially in this particular book a lot about the world‚ created in the beholding and loving it‚ #and one existing to love the world. There's so much about the world being created by that loving and knowing the world of one individual #person that loves and knows it. A kind of feedback loop of existing and being by love and knowledge that is all a participation #on the act of creation. The person coming to exist to love and know the world‚ and creating the world by loving and beholding it #This is also present on Juan Ramón Jiménez‚ among others‚ but 5 yo me was obsessed with those poems. ANYWAY #This topic made me think of Lacie a lot but in this particular poem that topic + the 'I'm sorry' scene + the figure of Lacie beyond Lacie‚ #a Lacie that's legend and real‚ a Lacie always sitting under a tree‚ life ending and life expanding so to speak‚... #That kind of knowing it all in a glimpse that is knowing in an instant and eternal (which again reminds me of Kierkegaard‚ #fitting I'd say with Rilke). I'm explaining myself terribly but I don't want to talk too much haha But yeah it all seemed very fitting #There was another poem about spiralling so to speak around god that I also thought was very Lacie but very PH in general #('I live my life in widening circles / that reach out across the world. / I may not complete this last one / but I give myself to it / #I circle around God‚ around the primordial tower. / I've been circling for thousands of years / and I still don't know: am I a falcon‚ / #a storm or a great song?'). The spiralling around god in what is still some sort of emanence or reflection of it while being also #different iterations of the self which all reflect it also reminded me a lot of Cantor's transfinite numbers #Which again is quite fitting and coherent with the other authors and PH imo‚ but I may be biased. Anyway yes. This reminded me of Lacie #I didn't plan on drawing anything at first and now I have to flinch to read the poem #I hope I'll recognise enough of what I've written when I eventually come back to this #I talk too much #I should probably delete this later #mine*

[doll-poetry]

You give me life & when I say that, I mean the beauty of it What it's supposed to feel & look like The genuine light Calmness The raw nature of it You gave me life... You Gave & Give Me Life ©️Doll2024

#You Gave & Give Me Life #Doll #DollsCreatives #dollpoetry #Tumblr #New poem #mypoetry #writer blog #poet #poems #poetry #like #comment #share #follow #writer stuff #writer on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writer community #Tumblr shit #Tumblog #Love Poem #Relationship #Couples

[esora247]

sometimes I think I've become normal about tgcf and then I listen to Hong Jue for the nth time and go insane all over again

#HHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHGHHGGYHGGGHGGH #ESPECIALLY THE SCENE IN THE LAST EP WITH THE WHOLE ASS HUALIAN COMPILATION AND THE SYMBOLISM AND THE MEANING OF THR SONG #AND THE FACT THAT ITS AN ACROSTIC POEM WHAT IF I JUST EXPLODED #hong jue you give me life #shut up esora #tgcf #heaven official's blessing

[dykeomania]

using chatgpt as a therapist is crazy and guess what so am i

#and i appreciate the advice that it’s giving me #i feel like i’m actually like going insane in this current moment #like it’s not giving crisis hotline but it’s giving like im either about to write the best poem of my life or cut everyone off cold #alternatively i will simply reflect and cry and go to bed

[miss-wizard]

you ever realise that there's no way your life is going to end that isn't horrible

#personal #kat-fleur curio #im overworked and overstressed working for a career that will never pay me #i can't quit because i'll lose everything. i can't even stop #there's no leave of absence no hospitalisation no psychiatric care no way to fix it #i simply don't get a happy ending #i know it's going to end in tears and blood and pain but i'm too stupid to stop myself #all i'm ever going to get is a hole in the ground #here lies the addict. the idiot. the lemming-girl who wasn't ever enough of a person to be considered a tragedy #the walking corpse. too stupid to live and too smart to die #she built herself a coffin and wrote poems under the grass #even her headstone won't know her name #so long‚ hollow girl #let death give you the relief you never found in life

[annabelle--cane]

if my professors are going to make it so that I have a major due date / exam / presentation every day for two weeks then they should at least have the decency to give me back a rubric at least every three days telling me I'm the most specialest bestest student ever in the world

#I give you all these essays and poems and exams and you leave me on academic read? rude #marina marvels at life

[britneyshakespeare]

You know what's a realization I've made just now at this moment. I've been thinking for the last couple of days about how lately my poetry feels like it has no significance to me anymore, and I don't know why or how. It certainly felt more significant to me when I was youngest, when my poetic offerings were least often worthy of much praise, when I was excited and felt catharsis. Before I was even twenty, poetry became more of a craft/hobby than a diary (to give myself credit, it was a craft/hobby when I was fourteen/fifteen too, but I built that craft/hobby out of my teenage sentiments and obsessions rather than a more concerted effort of skill or construction). And it's been many years since I wrote poetry that was about people; I can't tell you the last time I wrote a poem that was purely about my feelings for another person. More often I write poems about conflicts or problems or things I'm figuring out. Very often my poetry is just inspired by whatever book I'm reading. But I'm not interested in my poetry lately whatsoever; I write it coincidentally. I have no interest in elaborating through that medium anymore at this point in my life. I'm not sure why I continue. And my realization is that I actually have felt this before. My poetry feels like a dormant interest because very few things inspire or excite me right now. My poetry feels insignificant when I'm in a phase where my life feels insignificant.

#this past year of not taking classes and being ill and lonely has had some effect on me hasn't it!! #tales from diana #in some sense the fact that i still run my poetry blog (im writing this as im updating it now) is like #i dont know. it's some sort of hidden blessing for myself and myself only #it's something i consistently update despite all lack of interest and that gives me the motivation to write #is the motivation to post. on my silly little blog that frankly i dont even care about! let alone do i expect others to #no i do care about it. just not care like i get impassioned about it #it's of little import in my life but it's a consistent thing in the background and i'm thankful for it #i am not at the point in my life where i care so much about sharing my poetry #not so much in a self-promoting way but it hasn't been like that for a long time #i've never cared much if my writing got much attention. in fact i've often felt worried when it does #i'm comfortable just showing my mutuals and forgetting about it and moving onto the next thing #it is what it is. i'm sure the next big change that comes into my life will inspire some more interesting poems #but right now it's just going through the motions. and that's ok i've been there before

[prinprime]

I cut my hair again.

I've been waiting to tell someone

About the model I saw wearing it this way.

I've been waiting to tell someone

I'm not afraid anymore,

To be who I've wanted.

I'm not afraid

It's just hair, it'll grow

Time will pass,

I'll be older

And it will be okay.

But great big things are moving

Great big lives are changing

They take up all the oxygen.

There are more important things,

Than my hair.

I am waiting for the chance

To tell you all about it

But there are more important things

than me.

I am learning to accept it.

I am learning to accept it.

#I'm allowed to cry about dumb shit if I want to actually #sometimes little things feel important #and they got lost in the shuffle #and it activates my glass child syndrome because my parents didn't give me enough attention as a kid #and now I'm poorly adjusted #and then I write a poem to cope #but actually the hair is also a metaphor for other things in my life and i didn't realize it until jusy fucking now while writing the tags #boom suprised myself

[communication-break-down]

I'm courting more than death with this one

The end seems so unbearably close

My finite existence grates at my mind, pulling me down that familiar spiral.

I'm afraid of being forgotten.

Afraid that it won't matter

But life was never about the end. And I have quite a bit more journey to experience.

In its inevitable fragility the value of life skyrockets to ironically unending heights.

Every moment we spend matters more because at some point our moments will end.

Every single line of our story holds so much more weight when it's over.

Every moment good or bad terrible or great boring or interesting holds meaning exactly because of the stakes involved.

Sometimes the tension is almost unbearable.

And sometimes I never even get out of bed.

No life can be truly squandered for every life thought pointless brightens the world with context and consequences.

A bitter comfort, I know.

We stand on the shoulders of giants but those giants were only big because everyone else was small.

Without a competion to be beat your achievements mean nothing.

We only go down in history because of those who don't.

Background characters who did nothing except make the world feel more alive.

So maybe I won't be rembered for who I was or what I did.

Maybe I'll be content and happy at the end

Or maybe I'll have lived a dull and depressing life.

But either way I'll have brightened the world in my own way.

Appreciated because I was forgotten.

A bitter comfort, I know.

#poem #I think I huave autism #anne is gay #Hbomberguy is gonna fucking end me when he finds out I didn't invent whatever the fuck branch of philosophy I've scrungled my way into #It is 5 am and I'm being fucking menaced by my own nihilism #fuck you part of my brain that thinks life is meaningless and there is no point in doing anything you are wrong and stupid. #also fucke you part of my brain that has anxiety over not living my life as efficiently fulfilling as possible I dont give a fuck #Im gonna lay in bed all day and Im gonna fucking like it