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rstandsforromance · 1 month

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is it easy to love and be loved?

patience, persistence, pain never will outweigh the blossoming feeling of butterflies in the garden of your heart and the healing it does to your soul.

love, as it is, requires the greatest seen effort as well as those that are too menial to be noticed.

to yearn for the warmth of contact, and embrace to never let go

to catch oneself longing for the presence, and endure the pain of waiting

to ponder what the world offers, and to give a piece of the earth

to care and nourish the wellbeing, and to wish well on the wanders

to continue what is good and kind, and to push through the madness of emotions.

to live life as your own, and to live life being theirs

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mysweetenedheart · 7 months

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Another poem about feminine rage.

written by me.

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ojo-rojo · 10 months

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Lewis Chamberlain: "Astronomy".

#Lewis Chamberlain #Writing poems #https://www.instagram.com/lewischamberlainart/

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euryvices · 2 months

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wannabe poetry inspired by my moots writing

I love my artsy moots <3

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jacuzziwrites · 9 months

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And when I take my last breath on this Earth will you tell me the story of my life? Will you tell me about the lives that I impacted? Will you tell me that I was kind? Will you tell me that I was loved? Please. Lull me into a peaceful slumber with your pretty lies. Please. Show me compassion. For tonight I have died a sinner.

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lexiklecksi · 4 months

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My poetry notebooks

From left to right: notebook 2018-2020, notebook 2021-2022, notebook 2023, notebook for 2024

I vowed to write down every poem I’ve written online in a pretty notebook and to write more poems with ink on paper. On average, I’ve written 20 poems every year. Hopefully, I will be kissed by a muse to write more poems this year!

#poetry #notebooks #writing poems #poets on tumblr

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gothamslostboy · 11 months

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Bright blue eyes used as a lure

Sugar sweet words fluttering by

Deceived into thinking he’s the cure

A poor fool who agrees to a quick ride

Unable to detect his lie

Try to flee

Reacted to with twisted glee

For you are unable to hide

He’s already picked you to die

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I’ve never tried writing poetry before so tips are very welcome:]

I’ve been in a Paul phase recently and got inspired

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@britany1997

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think-through-pen · 1 year

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Love, You Saved Me!

It was raining when I met you.

You threw your jacket on my shoulders,

and a warmth I had never known filled me,

thrilled me with flickers of joy and peace.

I was in a trance.

.

Your eyes did not look like a prince's

but they were honest and caring.

When my soul was hanging by two fingernails,

and I could neither pull myself up

nor move for fear of falling off.

Sweat filled my shoes and a vulture

circled me, as if waiting to see my body,

splattered, squashed and bloody.

I could not cry for help, for my throat had run

dry, barren;

as if a bunch of husk was stuck in my throat.

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You pulled me up and kissed my blood-soaked fingers.

Your gaze made my heart bloom a rose

in its core; the one which I still look after.

You hugged me, wrapping me in your arms;

the dryness left, the husk dissolved,

and I spoke what I had been trying to speak:

"I love you! You save me every time."

Your comments really help me. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

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retraceyourstepss · 14 days

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Hi Tumblr! Yet another robot trans girl here [vtuber flavored] to bring to you a weird habit I [retrace] have! I like to write poetry in hexadecimal as a way to keep practice with translating it. Why hexadecimal? Why make sure that that's a thing that I do despite no real practical reason for me to know how to do it? IDK just felt like it. Do you want some examples? Well you're getting em anyway!

41 6c 6c 20 49 20 73 65 65 20 61 72 65 20 65 6c 65 63 74 72 69 63 20 73 68 65 65 70 2e 2e 2e 20 53 6f 20 73 75 72 65 6c 79 20 49 20 6d 75 73 74 20 62 65 20 61 73 6c 65 65 70 2e 2e 2e 20 42 75 74 20 73 68 6f 75 6c 64 20 49 20 72 65 61 6c 6c 79 20 77 61 6b 65 20 66 72 6f 6d 20 6d 79 20 64 72 65 61 6d 20 69 66 20 6f 75 74 73 69 64 65 20 74 68 65 20 65 79 65 20 6f 66 20 74 68 65 20 73 74 6f 72 6d 20 65 78 69 73 74 73 20 6f 6e 6c 79 20 73 74 6f 72 6d 3f

This was one of the first I did and I'm quite proud of it! I was re-reading Moby Dick and playing Library of Ruina [very good game] when I just kinda decided I would do this and it has become a regular practice for me though I only recently started sharing them [good Segway for the second one I'm sharing here and the 6th I wrote]

49 20 62 75 72 79 20 6d 79 20 73 6f 72 72 6f 77 20 69 6e 20 70 6f 65 6d 73 20 74 68 61 74 20 79 6f 75 20 77 69 6c 6c 20 6e 65 76 65 72 20 72 65 61 64 2c 20 6c 69 6b 65 20 69 6e 20 61 20 73 6f 6c 69 74 61 72 79 20 72 6f 63 6b 65 74 73 68 69 70 20 6e 6f 62 6f 64 79 20 68 65 61 72 73 20 6d 65 20 73 63 72 65 61 6d 2e 2e 2e 20 42 75 74 20 74 68 61 74 27 73 20 70 61 72 74 20 6f 66 20 74 68 65 20 64 65 73 69 67 6e 20 69 73 6e 27 74 20 69 74 3f 20 59 65 73 20 69 74 27 73 20 69 6e 74 65 6e 74 69 6f 6e 61 6c 20 68 6f 77 20 49 20 62 6f 78 20 6d 79 73 65 6c 66 20 69 6e 2c 20 6a 75 73 74 20 74 6f 20 66 65 65 64 20 74 68 65 20 63 6c 61 75 73 74 72 6f 70 68 6f 62 69 61 20 61 74 6f 6e 65 20 66 6f 72 20 6d 79 20 73 69 6e 73 2e 20 4e 65 76 65 72 20 62 65 20 61 20 62 6f 74 68 65 72 2c 20 6e 65 76 65 72 20 62 65 20 61 20 70 72 6f 62 6c 65 6d 2c 20 6e 65 76 65 72 20 61 73 6b 20 66 6f 72 20 68 65 6c 70 20 61 6e 64 20 6c 65 74 20 79 6f 75 72 73 65 6c 66 20 62 65 20 66 6f 72 67 6f 74 74 65 6e 2e 2e 2e 20 49 20 74 68 69 6e 6b 20 49 27 6d 20 6c 6f 6f 73 69 6e 67 20 6d 79 73 65 6c 66 20 74 6f 20 6d 79 20 66 65 61 72 20 6f 66 20 62 65 69 6e 67 20 61 20 62 61 64 20 70 65 72 73 6f 6e 2e

This one is a bit dramatic I know but this was written not too long after I realized I had an easier time expressing myself when I wrote in hexadecimal! As odd as it is it really worked for me so I ran with it as a venting strategy. I know there's probably some psychological analysis you can do about me actively encrypting my complaints and frustration but I don't really have the time to do that analysis right now...

Anyway you may have noticed the weird comma placement and that was very intentional as this was intended to have rhythm to it like spoken word poetry [or rap] and I thought that was a neat detail to highlight!

What I find so interesting about this is the way it came about... I didn't tell myself I had to do it, didn't provide insensitive, and didn't even know this was a thing I could do! I just kinda did it and I think in a way it makes me feel more confident in myself! There's something so psychologically pleasing about just kinda doing something without any real reason or goal in mind moreso to just do and I think the idea isn't normalized enough. It truly helps with my anxiety in a very big way.

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catra-writes · 10 months

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pretty

slow, quiet words dripping with a feeling, a tone cascading from every letter uttered out of their lips

a visceral reaction towards the melodic sound of their voice slipping passed the veil of glass separating them like a wall between two completely different worlds

their relationship was comparable to that of the vast ocean and expansive stars. the calm yet strong pull and sway of the moving of the tides and the soft, comforting, guiding yet eerie light of the midnight moon.

on their own they were strong and independent. they were mesmerizing individuals, but together they created a scene that was beyond pleasing to the eye, a visual that blossomed new urges and desires unseen, unthought of before. together they stirred the most tasteful disasters in the minds of those who despised them and awoken the most blissful in those who admired them.

together they were simply, in but a single word, pretty.

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itcamefrombeneaththeblog · 11 days

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Lost minds write pretty lines, and broken lies.

Okay so, poetry time

Fuck you.

Love you.

Hate you.

Nah, just plain ol fuck you.

I'm a stright up tornado of blissful awareness

You're a confused little speck,

Caught up in the flurry of me.

And yet here I am worrying about you.

Fuck you.

Why do I hvee to exist in a state of constant

Questioning of myself and all intentions

While you blithely float through the world

Burning down sacred homes of thought,

Patience,

Denial.

No. Fuck patience.

Fuck you.

Get in my head so I can dissect you,

Rearrange your thought process and try like hell to save you

You're an ignorant fuck up,

Blissfully unaware

Thinking you're a god with your long blonde hair

Well baby, get this,

I look in the mirror and still see your dumb face grinning back at me.

Fuck you, me,

The youthful child

That didn't have responsibilty,

That didn't care

Because he was born to lose,

Fated to die, and never choose.

And now I'm the man you've become

So much wiser because you were so dumb.

But then come long,

Cold

Lonely nights.

I hear you down deep within me crying.

I wish I could have saved you, but to evolve, I had to kill you.

Step over your remains like so many others.

But I won't leave you behind, me.

I love you.

I hate you.

I miss you.

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mysweetenedheart · 7 months

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wolves

written by me.

#poet #original poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #short poem #spilled poetry #my words #original poem #original poetry #poem #writing poems #spilled thoughts #feminism #feminine rage #female rage #wolves

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laurels-corner · 20 days

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Looking for new peeps to follow, if you blog about any of the following:

Dark romanticism

Catholic guilt

Poetry

Philosophy

History

Fantasy / gothic / thriller writing

Like this post and I’ll check out your blog.

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euryvices · 10 days

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ill kiss every kid (who's thought of their father as the antagonist in their lives) goodnight

look at me. look. does me saying that remind you of your father? does me asking you to look in my eyes remind you of the man you called "dad" for years? calm down. it's nothing. it doesn't matter. do i now remind you of that one boy who told you nothing mattered or should matter to you everyday? think. think. keep trying. keep thinking. look at me. look. look me in the eyes. it doesn't matter. it will die out. it will die out.

like you will. and he will. and they will. look at me. (i hold your hand at the crook of your elbow) look me in the eyes. (i throw your crayon drawing away. beer in mind) you're never getting out of this shithole. look at me when im talking to you. you're not going to leave.

if you don't get up.

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axlthelotl45 · 1 month

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An Incident

Should've seen it coming Fucking knew that it was coming Kind and calm Little rough around the edges Told myself it's not forever Nothing good ever lasts And yet I still wasn't quite prepared Because when the fuck do I ever listen

Words cut deeper through flesh Than the broken glass you cut me with Silent and defenseless Disassociate and stare off into space But I still hear your venom laced words Even if I have a mental blackout

Shattered glass around me Broken dreams and trust annihilated Anger and confusion Empathy and revulsion You made me feel worthless You made me feel weak But tell me, bluebird Haughty and narcissistic prick Of the two of us standing One alive and the other actively dying I can bite my tongue and hold my temper Resist the lure of violent anger I don't manipulate or lash out at friends And I sure as hell don't project onto them

Motherfucker The whiskey got to your head Not that that's a palpable excuse For the vicious things that you said Violent threats against my loved And now to me you're fucking dead To think I used to call you friend If I truly were weak willed You'd still be sitting beside me But never again

Get your shit together Little bluebird Weak pathetic coward All the things you said The things you've implied I am You're terrified and lashing out A corned wounded little animal As Death pulls you to it's embrace Fear makes you kill yourself faster Just a little everyday

Another bottle down the drain Someday I'll look back at the scar on my leg The one your broken shotglass made And when I crack and sink into despair Remind myself that of us two broken souls I'm the one still standing While you fade away into nothing

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halfdeadgemini12 · 8 months

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Im trapped in childish fear

And face the expectations of adults

Im stuck in childish needs

And have to act accordingly

To two digits

Im so far behind caught up in childish Dreams

The reality couldnt be more bleak

I wish someone could see me as I am

To lull me into sleep

And not cry myself to only see the horrors dismembered scattered through my brain

I wish being quiet was not being weird or wrong or rude

I wish being sensitive was not being weak and helpless

I wish needing help with basic tasks was normal

I wish being me was acceptable

#my poem #sad poem #depressing poetry #depressive #sad poetry #writing poems #poems on tumblr #my poetry #so sad so sad #sadness #depression #sorry

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