#poerty

[scribblersobia]

You are to me what stars are for the night. You are to me what colors are for a painter. You are to me what rain is for the clouds. You are to me what tea is to biscuits. You are to me what waiting is for a lover. You are to me what words are for a writer. You are to me what a cool breeze is for birds. You are to me what flowers are for butterflies. You are to me what love is for a heartbroken. You are to me what the universe is for the soul.

@scribblersobia

#add more guys #Love Poetry #poerty #poeticstories #female writers #poetryportal #poetry in translation #writerscraft #writescreed #scribblersobia #Sobia writers

[mslanna]

Mephistopheles Devouring His Son

Prompt by: @karneo Topic: Cannibalsim as a form of love. Form of poetry: not specified On AO3

Did you think it would be construed as love dangling your son over your mouth ready to indulge in one last act of solemn familial duty. Nobody is left behind. Did you blink and wonder why your followers fell silent, gawking up at their leader, with their eyes and mouths open a mirror of greed and want and service rendered. Did all those devils watching think that in the end love did prevail over rivalry etched in granite? Was the act of taking back, of claiming flesh and blood you helped create and raise in the only way that you knew how, one of true love? Can your heart envision what that means? Can you feel emotions that are unlike hate Rage, anger, and terror?- Is it not to late to align the inside world you carry to soft and gentle paths? You hold your son. His eye are dead, his limbs limp in your grasp. Doesn't this display of complete surrender soften the aspects of him that you know? If his existence was so loath to you that always you did scheme for his demise, a word from the wise, he still holds your heart in iron grasp. And if you cannot call it love, call it commitment, call it fate the hair-thin thread by which you did create his life. For that you can't deny. He is yours truly. And you take him back into yourself – your body, and your soul. Is that not true love consummate? You claim, you hold you merge what once was separate. You love the only way you know how to maybe, But you love. In the eyes of all the world, of those you have assembled in your hall. Did you not know or hope that in their eyes a truer devil ne'er but what is more a father stands, and in his hands he holds his son. And yes, although he may be gone you claim him still.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #mephistopheles #poerty #heroic verse #mel writes fanfic #love as consumption #sleazy second-hand car dealer

[writtennottold]

Talk

You see, thinking is the problem I have no issue dealing with arguments It’s the sensation How can such be true? I long for distraction A disturbance in my thoughts That way I don’t think I write I talk I speak so my thoughts shut up Tumbling deeper than Amenti herself That way I don’t think I don’t want to think I don’t want to be alone with my voices The voices of a time past The voice of a little child asking if mommy is ever gonna love him The voice of a teen wondering if it is worth it I don’t want to hear my voice The voices I had killed years ago And the voices that killed mine A man I used to call father A woman who I used to call mother While to both I was called a mistake I don’t want to think So I talk

(poem is mine but this amazing artwork isn't)

#original poem #long poem #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poerty #overthinking

[sherrylephotography]

@sherrylephotography

May 19, 2022

Vancouver, BC Canada

Reflections all round me

Towering in my mind

Til the end of my time

#photographers on tumblr #original photographer on tumblr #landscape photogaphy #Vancouver #BC #road trip #vacation #travel #poerty

[the-mighty-nappa]

A broken home can never be a home

A new coat of paint Nor a new set of parts can fix a worn down machine

A decaying park bench with only two half slabs of wood and paint barely holding on as the seasons change will always be a home to someone even on the coldest of nights

Sitting there, watching the leaves fall and the stars move in the night. Full of love and warmth In the feeling of knowing where you belong

Not buried in the sand As the sun scorches your presence

Nor in a place full of others who seem nothing more like jubilant shadows. Dancing in the eminence of life, as to convince others that this is where they should be

In a place of isolation And filled stagnation Of hate and sorrow With broken plates And stripped floorboards

But here I stand, looking over a broken home; When all I want is a decaying park bench in a mid-winter's night.

A broken home will never be a home…

#I haven't done poetry since I left chicago #it's an interesting way to vent all those painful emotions that are impossible to lay bare towards the world #magic artistically rambles #poerty #I guess

[aikrus]

what a wonder that we live

billions of souls all glowing together

each experiencing every breath for the first time

and still we let a few reign supreme over the many

we are all just creatures,

flesh and bones with blood between and yet we surrender ourselves to society;

so willingly we sacrifice the essence to play a game in which only the creators are winning

what a wonder that we live and yet never feel alive

#poerty #sad girl poetry #i’m so tired #austistic women #my words #quotes

[iamdusttoo]

Bones my

Insides squishy

Very warm

Many sounds of

Being alive

Such as

Mysterious gurgling

#poerty #dustlikes

[chxrrypukx360]

I believe in nothing really,

I think when we die its just nothing at all.

Or at least, there are days I really hope its like that.

And some days, I hate the idea of reincarnation and having to live again.

I wish that I’ll close my eyes and be nothing.

I wont miss the people who lose me or that I’ve lost.

I wish that I’ll feel nothing, nothing bad or good.

Be like the end of a film,

just a character and only stories can be told about me now.

But I will not be there.

I wont think

Think so hard my wires burst and melt.

No more tears over passed seasons.

And I will breath nothing

See nothing

Be no one

Be nobody

No body to starve and tailor

This flesh will be wilting into soft earth

It will all at once stop, like sleeping without dreaming, the tape halting at its end.

Still, sometimes I hope I’ll see you again and again

I just don’t wanna do this anymore

#bpd #poetry slam #poerty #my poetry #borderline personality disorder #pearl film

[luna-the-moons-blog]

lo lo loveeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#blackgurlsrock #blacklove #poerty

[kokkiibla]

We look at stars and see gas giants with wars at it’s core, they looked at stars and saw gods, lovers, enemies

They saw stories

#love #poems #poem #poetry #happy #poerty #writerscommunity #stars

[cozyinmycornerr]

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

˚ · • . ° .⋆ ★

but, her trust is earned,

not given freely

it lurks in the darkest of

shadows, only to linger

for one hopeful

moment,

before disappearing

safe and secure is

a fantasy that runs wild in her

dark mind

like a horse that

cannot

be tamed

a desire so strong

because

in reality,

her reality,

that’s all it is

and all it ever will

be;

a fantasy

her trust is

something to be handled

with care

it is

only to

be given in small doses

the thought is

dangerous but beautiful

deadly but necessary

even so, rarely does she

share,

because not one

of them

ever deserved her

unconditional love;

her kindness

her trust

the few who got a

glimpse inside have

barley

touched the surface

and everything is so cold

and far away

but then,

suddenly,

a dim

light glows softly

in the distance

brighter and brighter,

just out of reach

she has come close

a few times

before,

and

maybe, just maybe, this time

she thinks

the light begins to

expand;

the feeling is so close

she can taste it,

and it feels so

good

she could revel in

it forever

gently brushing at the tips of

her fingers, is the ghost of the sensation

she wishes she could capture,

like a firefly on a warm summer’s

evening

to touch

to hold

to give

she inches closer,

and the foreign

feeling of hopefullness

warms her belly like soup;

the light radiates like a

fiery star

almost there

she thinks

but slowly, the light begins to dim,

until there is nothing

but grey

and, again, she is back in the

darkness, cold and

alone

the ghost of the

trust that

she could

almost

give

lingers momentarily

before

being carried away into

nothingness, like it has

so

many

times

before

maybe next time

she whispers,

and her

fantasy disappears

into the darkest

corner of her head,

safely

tucked away

until next time comes

again.

-cozyinmycornerr

#poerty #poem #trust isses #trust issues quotes #depressionquotes #depression #anxiety #ptsd #actually cptsd #borderline personality disorder #bpd #trust problems #trust #sad #sadquotes

[writtennottold]

Is it?

Is it too much to ask for a break? God knows I need one, just one A momentary silence A fleeting moment of peace Briefer than a willow feeding off her mother Mother. That’s a word I haven’t said in years. A creature that slithered away from my life A child no more, forced to try. As I was forced out the snake’s womb, I am forced to live. To lay my roots deep within the ground Never to be felled Unmoving, always there waiting for her The snake needed to satisfy her thirst Kin was poison in my veins All I needed was a break. I will break..

I was 16 when I ran I ran far far away I didn’t have a destination Lost in a sea of people Drowning on air I had long been the adult Forced to grow and learn I found my destination A place far far away Where the light doesn’t reach Where my mind lies still Where the flower beds paint the skies Free of the weeds of my brain

I reached the place Where my journey ends Is this the break?

#original poem #long poem #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poerty #books

[salliland]

Patrizia Valduga - Poesie erotiche #patriziavalduga #salliand . . . . #poesiaitaliana #poesiedamore #francanuti #poerty #frasitumblr #citazioni #frasiitaliane #poesiacontemporanea #librichepassione #libridaleggere #lettura #letturatime #mariangelagualtieri #instalike #italia #followme #francoarminio #libreria #followforfollowback #internopoesia #citazioni #letterario #chandraliviacandiani #movimentoperlemancipazionedellapoesia #charlesbukowski #eugeniomontale https://www.instagram.com/p/CqTCkJsow2P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#patriziavalduga #salliand #poesiaitaliana #poesiedamore #francanuti #poerty #frasitumblr #citazioni #frasiitaliane #poesiacontemporanea #librichepassione #libridaleggere #lettura #letturatime #mariangelagualtieri #instalike #italia #followme #francoarminio #libreria #followforfollowback #internopoesia #letterario #chandraliviacandiani #movimentoperlemancipazionedellapoesia #charlesbukowski #eugeniomontale

[damladanummana]

Fıtrat

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[thedevilandhisgrandmother]

Hello, in honor of world poetry day( I am a few hours to late but nevermind that) here is one of my many shitty poems

I wish I could belive in a power so great

I wish there was someone out there

In the endless void of stars and darkness

I could look up to for guidance

I could blame

I could talk to

At any time I crave ideas

Other than the Angel's in my mind

Or the empty, steel buckets once filled to the brim

With true, raw human emotion

Now drained by expectation

I wish I could belive in an almighty spirit of hope

But I'm afraid that this time

I cant extend my disbelief

#my poetry #poerty #shitty poetry