#potato poetry

[fixing-bad-posts]

spam in hash so fun. this is wild btw

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[anxiouspotatorants]

Rory liked Dean but she didn’t love him. She liked going on dates with him. She liked that he’d spend time with her and watch movies with her and get along with her mother. But there was no fire, no matter how much she wanted there to be one. She couldn’t burn like she did for exploring the world and the written word. She couldn’t burn for him.

Rory loved Logan but she didn’t like him. She loved his freedom, his adventurous spirit, his lust for life. She loved how she could let herself go with him, put faith in something dangerous and not shatter. But she didn’t like how cruel he could be to others. She didn’t like how dismissive he was, of responsibilities, of consequences, of people’s hurt. She didn’t really like him.

Rory liked Jess and she loved him. She liked that he liked the same stuff as her, liked that he’d help out his uncle without bragging, and talk with her friends, and throw literary challenges at her because he genuinely wanted her opinion. She loved his honesty, his integrity, how he’d leave her speechless with his gaze and breathless with his kisses. How he looked at her, all of her, and never made her feel like she was lacking. She liked and she loved him. And it scared her shitless.

#REMINDER: THIS IS MY INTEPRETATION OF THINGS AND NOT OBJECTIVE WHAT SO EVER #AND I AM AWARE OF THAT AND MY SHIPPING BIAS #really I do think it’s more complicated than this and that she liked and loved a little of all of them #I ​just like the sad poetry of this take ya know how the one she felt it all with was the one she couldn’t handle being with #gilmore girls #jess mariano #rory gilmore #literati #the potato rants #gilmore girls meta #my meta

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of april

daniel nyikos potato soup

mary oliver when death comes

walt whitman leaves of grass: “whoever you are holding me now in hand”

kazim ali refuge temple

d.a. powell republic

toi derricotte natural birth: “november”

cathy song the age of reptiles

dante émile sharing a cigarette with joan of arc

rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”

mary oliver new and selected poems: “the summer day”

d.a. powell chronic: “continental divide”

kahlil gibran the seven selves

franz wright night walk

mary oliver the black snake

martha collins day unto day: “over time”

ada limón the bird knows he is going to die and wishes not to (recommended to me by @craigslistening <33)

aish (@sapientes) rubin’s vase

tom pickard nectarine

alicia ostriker song

d.a. powell the expiration date on the world is not quite the same as the expiration date on my prophylactic

james dickey the whole motion: collected poems 1945-1992: “the strength of fields”

everett owens strength from a mountain

denise levertov o taste and see: new poems: “the secret”

david st. john the place that inhabits us: “peach fires”

robinson jeffers their beauty has more meaning

thomas centolella almost human: “the hope i know”

elizabeth willis address: “in strength sweetness

amiri baraka s o s: poems 1961-2013: “tender arrivals”

mary oliver the black walnut tree

stephen spender new collected poems: “song”

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#tbr #tbr list #poems #poetry #daniel nyikos #potato soup #walt whitman #leaves of grass #whoever you are holding me now in hand #toi derricotte #natural birth #november #dante emile #dante émile #sharing a cigarette with joan of arc #rigoberto gonzalez #other fugitives and other strangers #the strangers who find me in the woods #da powell #d.a. powell #chronic #continental divide #kahlil gibran #martha collins #day unto day #over time #ada limón #the bird knows he is going to die and wishes not to #aish #sapientes

[big-low-t]

I see the beauty in a bee

I see the beauty in the moon

I see the beauty in a tree

I see the beauty of a view

I see the beauty in the sea

And I see the beauty in you

.

I see the beauty in so many things

That is plain to see

So why can't I see the beauty

That resides inside of me?

.

#big low t #poetry #poem #my writing #late night writing #should be sleeping #beauty #no potatoes

[pages-and-potatoes]

Most times when I want to write a poem, my brain just starts thinking in iambic pentameter until I have a good opening line. Poetry brain has been fast asleep for a few weeks now and I am pretty sure it's the stress.

Plot twist: Writing poems helps me de-stress.

#lifeofjulsta #writing #poems and potatoes #poetry #writer's block #just so busy #I just wanna nap and be smol

[herenya-writes]

Forgive me for waiting too long

For letting your love twist and spoil

With my neglect

Forgive me for courting you

And leaving you to rot

Forgive me for insisting on your love

When I should have given you back

As you extract your filthy vengeance

I ask

Forgive me

#ramblings #Herenya writes poetry #this is a very funny joke #about the spoiled potatoes I ate #that are now trying to destroy my bowels

[creationsabyss]

Monstrous Devotion (It Will Devour You Whole)

Another piece for @m1d-45. It was meant to be short but as you can tell, got out of hand.

Desperation 

You remember it well

How it sparked your blood

And got it to run

How it tasted of bitter and tang

Much like the sting of blood

You remember how it kept you alive

Made your nerves so sensitive 

It prickled with every breeze

Every slight disturbance

How it kept your sleep light

And your dreams even lighter

Even now as you watch

The archons who adorn your body

With the most precious of gems

And the rarest of treasures 

They who once tried to shed your blood

To water their blade

You see the warriors of each nation

Who tried to rend your soul from your body

Attend your every need 

Degrading themselves as objects

As lesser than human

To try and exalt you higher

You feel more than you hear

As you watch once beloved characters

Stain themselves with sin

Desperation of their own

Rising to the surface

Their desperation is monstrous 

Predator to prey

Your own desperation has not waned

It has only grown

Writhing under your skin

Fueled by fine jewelry 

Silken clothes

And bloodstained manic smiles

Your forgiveness is not sincere

It is learned

Through a lifetime of pain

Of a death so vivid

You're desperate to stay alive

You are willing to do anything

But what once kept you safe

Will now be the one to deal a fatal blow

You already know this

Alarm bells ringing

With every minute move

But it's far too late

You're stuck in puppet motions

That are to never cease

Until the life drains from your eyes

Desperation made you learn to survive

And now that very same lesson shall be the one to end you

#poetry #the ramblings of a mad god #imposter sagau #sagau cult au #referenced death #genshin impact inspired #yandere #kind of #it has some elements that allude to it #I made this like a week ago but got sick again #I'm playing hot potato with my friend with the same sickness I had in December #long titles are my thing now I guess #the ending is meant to be jarring #it's not meant to flow easy #I have many thoughts on my writing #someone please let me ramble at you #I know it's repetitive #it's still supposed to be #most of my writing is intentional #except the length

[naggingjae]

"night sky with exit wounds"

constellations traced out in crimson / stars on your cheeks / the night sky - scarlet / a gradient painted in red / even my moon has imperfections / and i adore every bit of her / she wears makeup to bed / just to stay up all night / hoping for light to find her / i paint her poems in red / waiting for the light to find me / i can't word out a map / with all the might of my pen / stay with me / no, you don't need to run / stay with me / my blood / at least for the night / at least till the light finds us / it never does / it'll never do / and i'll stay with you / my blood / for all through the night / our hands were the daylight.

you ask me if god is real / if there's a way to heaven / and i offer you my small glass world / with tiny humans of hope / gigantic trenches of love / everything i ever wished - for you / but you'd still be disappointed / for my world had no god / and no trace of heaven / you are a lot like my mother / she ties a knot in her scarf for every promise she makes / you tie a knot in the past so that you can selectively move on / you both speak a language of inclusive love / can't deny ice cream / you are a lot like me too / but we've already made those comparisons / my miniature world has come crashing down / and tonight / i feel like walking on the glass shards / barefoot / bleeding onto humans of hope / drowning them / untying all the knots / wiping the scarlet blush off the night sky / not waiting for the light to find me / diving head first into the ground / to know / if god is real / if there's a way to heaven.

#books #dark academia #literature #my writing #poem #sad potato #sad poetry #sadcore #writing #love prose #escapril 2023 #escapril #napowrimo #twenty one pilots #ocean vuong #myblood

[bbygirlsunite]

I'm going to do a project on Ireland, it's either gonna be about Ireland being colonized or about the potato famine. I'm going to be writing in English(the subject) so i'm mostly going to be analyzing different literary works. I am interested in works from people living through the time so like poetry and such.

I was thinking of doing "a modest proposal" by Dr. Jonathan swift but i found out that the time period is in fact not during the potato famine so i don't think i can use that.

if anyone has any suggestions please share them:)

#ireland #irish history #the potato famine #irish colonization #irish literature #irish poetry

[lacystar]

I missed amongus server drama? 🥲

Qwerty no amount of update accounts could describe what happened

#don’t stop the party #his ass did not get hired NDA loving wife potato farm swag priest I’ll use him later the interview cyrus copper house Cyrus farm underside #the village armor spells out chef well he underwater mines tools named after master chef winners red light district what amendment is the ri #ght ti remain silent THEYRE fuckinng at the red light district all the time clings reciting poetry maybe if I finish his gift he’ll like me #when is the divorce is clings socks son because he’s mixed who is the father church so trinkets the pope then is it priest or pastor I’m not #calling him father cyrus how are you doing Cyrus I’m feeling swaggy bedrock minecraft isn’t on mac Nintendo online is $20 a year you did #lore and you’re not even on our server can I get the family tree when will my husband return from the war cyrus has the nda why are you at #the red light district trinket crying laughing #I’m gonna listen to YCGMA is your husband faithful oh well he works csn cyrus deafen the king solomon baby story recited from a techno quote #in a Cyrus fic please areus don’t tell you know clings I just want my family to be okay you don’t know what this would do to him please #he doesn’t even have a priest outfit you are not allowed to build in swag nation afyer some debate the council has considered you for the #job of pastor so how are Andy and clings related #cyrus gets tagged 5 times consecutively on a burger post. clings is in the backrooms. it’s jover. #amogus server #asks #qwerty

[nekkowafer]

our fathers fuck us up

and we still want to be men

if only to be a better man than him

#poetry #im just a gay potato #enby #queer little gremlin boi #lgbtq #queer #masculinity #transmasc

[olskuvallanpoe]

me with poetry is like that old potato in the back of your cupboard looking for soil

#writing #nonbinary writer #poetry #reading #poems and poetry #literature #potatoes #soil #text #oddly specific

[fallscars]

Poem about Potatos

The ground dark, ruff

Gives so much more than it takes

Apples of plenty from the darkness

No famine, not here

A land of savory peace in its cuff

Abundance it makes

Oh joy its night to caress

Just into its ripe bosom to peer

Even a god of blood fertiles this land

His life and love to bring to pass

The rich yellow offerings

Bring forth, bring forth!

Hold this gift precious in your hand

Alas the riches come alas

With this feat the god is now king

He wears his crown henceforth

-Connie

#technoblade #poetry on tumblr #poetry #potato war #writing on tumblr #dsmp #minecraft

[possibly-pasta]

me and @ceo-of-lesbians praying to Sappho to fly us and all the other girlies to The Island of Lesbos for their big gay parties and so we can oogle the pretty ladies

#this made me laugh way harder than it should have #the image appeared to me so viscerally #so i scrambled to make it while my potato’s boil #LETS START PACKIN UP NOVA #IM SURE SHELL BE HERE ANY MINUTE FOR THE ONE WAY TRIP #maybe we can get some poetry signed as well #it has spoken #lesbian #sapphic #sappho

[pages-and-potatoes]

The Burden – Golden Shovel

Haiku Credit: @victoria-at-last

Context: Victor Valentine feels responsible for the death of Helyglys’s mother and makes a decision.

#poems and potatoes #lifeofjulsta #writing #poetry #writers on tumblr #poems #poems on tumblr #amateur poetry #fate rpg #ttrpg #ttrpg poetry #FATE poetry #bramble poems #golden shovel #collaboration

[gamchawizzy]

Study of a kiss between two boys at Withers Bay

Poem in text form under the cut

A kiss can make you forget

you both stood behind

your grandfather's workshop

Of painted wood, weathered by the bay's

wind and salt-flecked air.

The summer frogs sang with lustful intent

and

The crickets with desperation to find

mates,

None of which mattered to a teenage boy

who simply wanted to hold his

best friend's hand;

White, tender, and soft—

too soft for labour

That required hardened hearts

and steady hands,

Decapitated groupers and silenced whales

He bore of papercuts and ink stains,

bearing delicate knowledge

of the universe whilst yours

Knew of work,

money,

and of mouths to feed.

You taste hints of the sweet potato

he loathes so much,

how he tried to drown it

in dollops of golden honey

Suddenly conscious of how your breath is

Of the rum you pilfered from

a dozing sailor

The waves are quiet here.

You both look up in supplication

To the stars.

#oc doodles #queer poetry #free verse #gay poetry #fishing village #fishleaves #original characters #have i ever told yall how nev Dislikes sweet potato? #well now u know