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argrtagrhrgrggrgrgr · 5 months

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UHH I sort of picked up a bit of writing again after a super long break and !!! I wrote a poem of sorts that I'm kinda proud of and feel the need to share

Interpret it however you want but I wrote it about my QPP

Any advice or criticism is appreciated and even encouraged !!! thanks :3

#uhhh #poetry #sort of #I'm not a poet #queerplatonic relationship #!!!!!#queer poetry #I'm very queer if you couldn't tell

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82letters · 4 months

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27/12/2023

22:50

We used to read each others minds

Different faces on the same penny

When everybody let me down

You were always right around

Now I zoom in on Facebook photos

Since you got your fancy new clothes

What you’re up to, I never do know

And when we talk, it’s all just for show

We could once see each others hearts

Now we have never been further apart

The cracks have gone so deep

That I no longer lose sleep

I’m sure it’s right, I’m sure you’re happy

In that fight, you lost me

As you sweep it all under the rug

Do the memories of us ever eat you up?

You once said nobody knows you like I do

But now I don’t have a single clue

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upmala · 8 months

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autumnal offerings at the local graveyard

#graveyard chronicles #ancestral veneration #i brought you an apple from the tree you planted #so long ago #or something #i'm not a poet #my photos #fujifilm #baltic autumn #enchanted forest

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bee-the-whovian · 21 days

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The boy I loved broke my heart...

It isn't anyone's responsibility to care, and he didn't mean to, but I can't not say it.

Those words don't do it justice.

Love.

Broken hearted.

Whatever.

I need more words.

#heartbreak #love #heart #loss #words #lost for words #sad #poetry #I'm not a poet

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jedibinx · 2 months

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I don't know, I feel like this poem is the precursor to a story I'm writing.

"I fell for your soul when it was at its most broken,

swam in the shards, finding all those words unspoken,

bled from the wounds as I picked up the pieces,

holding them close until those acid tears ceases,

and when you stop crying, I glue the shards with my blood,

sip up your tears and water life's rosebud,

give you my entire self, drown and burn in your pain,

leaving me nothing but ashes and a blackened scorch stain,

And when you've emerged like a phoenix of fire,

with bare hands I'll protect you from the world's cruel barbed wire,

Finally, you're whole, complete, healed and new,

Glued together with my remains, just because I love you."

#käärijä #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #precursor poem #poetry #words words words #I'm not a poet #but I had a moment #and now this is something

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kudos-si-do · 1 year

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letters into the void: dad

Dad,

When you were just barely thirteen and it was your future or the nicotine, why did you choose the latter?

#poetry #or at least #trying to be poetry #i'm not a poet #i have never understood poetry #but there are things i want to get off my chest and can't #and maybe in some way #this might help #my dad died when i was eleven #he started smoking when he was thirteen #his parents let him #he tried so hard to live #but there was no saving him #my dad was a good person #i need that to be clear

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dont-read-this-im-dead · 18 hours

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It's not that I don't miss you,

It's just that now I'm free.

#poetry #bad poetry #writing #writing is my therapy #i'm not a poet #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #poems and quotes #original poem #heartbreak

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thatuselesshuman · 3 months

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To the outcasts

To the people who look to the stars and smile

To the ones who see a problem as a challenge

To those who have been told they aren't enough

To the dreamers

To the ones who see the good despite the bad

To the ones who believe enough for everyone

To those who have fallen down 7 and gotten up 8

To the trapped

To the ones who aren't who they say out of fear

To the ones who are beautifully broken

To those who have been trapped by themselves

To the outcasts

To the dreamers

To the trapped

To the people who look to the stars and promise better

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #poetry #poem #poetic #I'm not a poet #Just a guy who likes to write #This is probably terrible tbh

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samuel-the-blonde22 · 3 months

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The Long and Crowded Hallway.

Walking through the long and crowded hallway

With muddy people marching in the opposite way

I stare at my destination.

Still far away, but each step bringing me closer.

The people warn me that’s nothing there

They try to drag me Back

Tell me that it’s wrong

But I know that there,

There is peace

Finally.

Then I hesitate, looking at myself.

Dirty with mud, grime, and with chains

Wrapped around me.

I feel unclean,

Unclean and not worthy of my peace

Feeling my sadness, They pounce, wrapping

more chains around me,

splattering me with mud,

and dragging me away.

I look backwards to see where they are going

And I see a large, cold, dark room

I can see loneliness and suffering there.

By contrast, the peaceful room

is small and less grand.

There are people who, when they see where they are going,

They cry out and try to run back to the peaceful room

But are swallowed by the crowd.

There are people who just march in,

Never questioning, never stopping,

Just marching on because

everyone else is marching on, too.

Then there are those who are bitter, and angry

They bring everyone to the dark room

Because they have been there

Too.

Panicked, I cry for help.

No sooner than I have done that

A hand takes mine.

And hauls me to my feet.

I look up to see my Savior.

He brushes off the Mud and Dirt

Cuts off the chains that bind me

And takes my hand and says

“Come, follow me.”

He moves against the current,

Clearing the way.

He holds out His hand

Begging the people to

“Come, Follow Me.”

The marchers march on,

Not knowing Him.

The bitter ones

Spit and curse Him

Leading the marchers

to doom.

But there are a few who turn around and follow.

Them he takes in,

Them He cleans.

We arrive.

We see happiness.

We look at the Savior and see

That He turned back with tears in his eyes.

“Come, please follow me!”

He begs the crowd.

They do not listen.

Finally, He bows his head, and,

Crying, He walks through the door.

And the people march on

To the cold and dark space,

Forever muddy,

Forever torn,

Forever

Imprisoned.

By,The Holy Spirit

And me.

#Christianity #I still have some misgivings about sharing this #But I still want to #So I will #All I can say is #I'm not a poet #Personal thoughts

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attimodicalma · 8 months

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Have you ever thought how things would have been?

If you had looked back?

If you hadn't opened that door?

No?

Me neither

#bad poetry #i'm not a poet #attempt poetry #eniglish is not my first language #sorry #i don't know how to write poetry

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theyarechemuu · 10 months

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This weed is beginning to taste like the pond I nearly drowned in as a child.

#i'm not a poet #what do i know

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drbased · 11 months

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How do I make things normal?

Do I have to:

Cry harder, up the emotional intensity;

Explain things with even more granularity;

Yell and scream till I run out of energy;

Beg and plead till there's nothing left of me;

Laugh in your face from all the absurdity;

Destroy your things out of pure animosity;

Slap and punch you and lose credibility;

Pull words from your mouth like machinery;

Kickstart your brain with a bolt of electricity;

Give one or both of us a lobotomy;

Turn back time with impossibility;

Kill you so I can be fucking free.

#I'm not a poet #but here's some poetry anyway #gpoy

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4s1na · 2 years

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"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

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robotpussy · 5 months

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RIP Benjamin Zephaniah (15th April 1958 – 7th December 2023)

Dub poet, novelist, lyricist and playwright, Dr. Benjamin Zephaniah paved the way for so many black british writers with his pen. His work focussed on racism within the UK and colonialism.

It is so cliche to start talking about somebody's work once they pass away but I would like to do so anyway:

"Too Black Too Strong" (2001) - Poems that address the struggles of black Britain that, compared to his works before, are much more forceful. Some of the poems featured in this were written when he was working with Michael Mansfield QC and other Tooks barristers on the Stephen Lawrence case. (Available on The Anarchist Library)

"Propa Propaganda" (1996) - His second collection of poetry that continues to surround around the themes of anti-colonialism, racism and anti-establishment features some of his most famous works such as "I Have a Scheme", "The Angry Black Poet" and "White Comedy"

"Rasta Time in Palestine" (1990) - a travelogue and a collection of poetry he wrote while visiting occupied Palestinian territories. (Available on Internet Archive). Zephaniah was an avid supporter of the Palestinian Solidarity Campaign and attended demonstrations calling for an end to the Israeli occupation of Palestinian land. The photo above is of Zephaniah at a London Protest in 2010.

#benjamin zephaniah #poetry #rest in power #free palestine #black britain #he has always been one of the my favourite poets I'm still heartbroken over this

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mysoftlouis · 10 days

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ttpd really is the anti-reputation

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linking a lil post with some parallels between reputation & the tortured poets department

#there are so many references i'm in unspeakable pain #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift ttpd #reputation

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theghostwrites · 8 days

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#I'm going insane #my edits #ttpd #the tortured poets department #the prophecy #taylor swift

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