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ablackdog3 · 2 months

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Hope is like roots, growing everlasting beneath our feet, holding us upright when we struggle.

Hope is like roots , breaking the concrete of our sorrows and bringing our despair to crumble.

Hope is the foundation we thrive on as humans.

#crappy poetry #hope #poetry

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scorink · 23 days

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It took five poems

seven years

six holidays (one made up)

four playlists

two matching necklaces

nine empty chocolate wrappers

eight characters (plus an emoji)

and a stupid song

to finally learn what I have known all along:

With you is where I belong

- the countdown to three (words)

#i love you #dedicated to past me who thought writing romantic poetry about my friend was average platonic behavior #she’s my gf now :)#original poem #poetry #poem #words #original writing #love poem #romantic #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #female writers #poetess #writeblr #queer poets on tumblr #queer poetry #crappy poetry

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perplorkaj · 7 months

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something men will never understand about being a girl is that it constantly feels like wanting to stand in the bathroom rearranging your organs because they aren’t sitting perfectly in your flesh, tearing out burnt and damaged brown hair because it doesn’t fall on your shoulders so effortlessly like the girl you saw in the shops today, cutting your skin with a blade until its stained with the blood your mother birthed you with because you weren’t born small, timid, pretty and perfect like the blond girl sitting next to you, she is your best friend but you aren’t hers, looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing your mother looking back at you, feeling physically sick because of it and praying to a god you stopped believing in that you would never turn out like her, feeling pure anger and realising no matter how hard you try, no matter what happens, you are your fathers daughter, all your anger is inherited from him, that’s all he left you in his will by the way.

#girlblogger #girlhood #crappy poetry #poetry #daddy issues #mommy issues #literally everything issues #self h@rm #yes i listen to lana del rey that’s fucking irrelevant

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wandering-poet-wannabe · 4 days

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#free verse #love poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #poetry tumblr #prose #crappy poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #crappy poems

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sadgirlmia · 2 months

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Does anyone else get these random nights where you feel extra poetic and depressed so you write a deep ass poem in your notes app whilst listening to classical music…or is it just me

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wentzethan · 5 months

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she was artificial sweetener, nothing close to honey. chemicals packed together to taste just like a strawberry. a minefield of glucose and gelatin and things beyond my own understanding.

if it wasnt obvious, I'm bad with chemistry. finding the right components to my own love song has always been less my strength and more often my enemy. nevertheless the girl found her own company in the shape of dark chocolate, a quiet and sullen personality.

find some flavour for once in your life and look to my side of way too sweet mango shake and just watch me quake when lips of yours hits his and suddenly what else is there to equate but the shattering shards of my heart as it hurls in its hate.

- E

#channeling my inner pete wentz #im joking #pete wentz #crappy poetry #poetry #original poem #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #im pining #pining

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matilyn1177 · 3 months

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Hello! I’m back with more original poetry! This piece I wrote after a personal experience I had. Trigger warning gun violence is discussed and heavily presented.

Goodnight Kiss

A 12 year old girl texts her mom

I love you

Not because she is about to go to bed

But because she thinks she might fucking die

Everyone thinks there a gunman in her school and she doesn’t know why

She should be safe

Not fearing for her own damn life

The loud speaker began to scream

“We will be going into an active lockdown”

She shouldn’t feel surprised

It should just be a dream

But it’s a 2023 reality

But her heart began to beat so fast

Her stomach felt like she was about to hurl

Her hand gripped her best friends with all her might

Her other arm on another girl

Told her that she won’t let anyone hurt her

Their both 12 year old kids

She’s only in the sixth grade

She shouldn’t have to think about what she will do

If a gunman comes through the door

How she will shield her classmates from gun fire

She thinks about how her life may expire

She worries about her older sister

And fears of the safety of he𝗋

Little did she know the danger was in her classroom

If a few things had gone differently my life could have been gone this day

Like the countless others also taken in this way

Twelve students and a teacher at Columbine in 1999

Twenty young children and six teachers at Sandy Hook in 2012

Fourteen students and three teachers at Parkland in 2018

Nineteen young children and three teachers at Robb Elementary in 2023

This is not to mention the other people involved in these cases

Or the victims of other shootings mentioned on CNN

I sat here counting the victims while these children were counting to ten

I’m afraid of one day my life becoming a statistic

That my life will amount to a number

On a list of hundreds of others

Just my first and last name

While others read and feel shame

But nothing is being done

The same news reports flair on a screen

Seven dead, fourteen wounded by a shotgun

Nothing is going to change

And no battle will be won

When the same adults give their thoughts and prayers to the kids

But never fight for them

Why does the news always say the shooters name in glory

But a child’s name is said once in a list

Why do I never know the children’s story

But I know the shooters entire life

I don’t want to know evil

I want to know about the children who no longer exist

Because they were taken out to soon

They will never see another moon

Or their mother will never kiss them goodnight again

Fuck the government

For all the children’s lives they have let become numbers

Because I have to cherish every good night kiss

For the hundreds of kids who’s goodnight kiss they had to miss

-Matilyn

Thank you so much for supporting me as I am new to poetry! Please know that this is my original poem and not to share it without my consent. Also, please give me any recommendations for poems to write!

#original poem #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #my poem #gun violence #original writing #writers on tumblr #poetry #crappy poetry

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coldbreathwarmheart · 3 months

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i'm a little wine drunk and it's been a long week and i don't really believe i'm worth loving-- because people keep leaving me even when i try so hard not to make bad choices. every time i'm happy it falls apart. and the reason i drink sparingly isn't because i don't want to be drunk, but because i so badly do. i want to be dead to the world. not responsible for my actions. muddled thoughts. i want to stand on the table and raise a glass to all the people who have broken my damn heart. once i start drinking i don't want to stop and so i'm careful not to drink unless i know i'm with people who will keep me safe. i'm drunk now. i took a shot of tequila and my throat burned and my eyes teared up and i wish i wasn't sad.

#personal #annie's thoughts #wine drunk #broken hearted #it's been a long week #i found out he's not here #it hurts like hell #this isn't fair #poetry????#poetry #crappy poetry #PLEASE LIKE THIS SO I FEEL VALIDATED

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readyfornothing · 4 months

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