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charge-specific · 15 hours

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#cigarettes #beau mirchoff #johnlock #Sarah Hyland #adidas #taeil #asian lives matter #book aesthetic #matt healy #writers of tumblr #suit #rabbits #thomas shelby x reader #frank castle x reader #original poetry

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nation-deal-why-win · 3 days

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#Sarah Hyland #taeil #book aesthetic #jaime x brienne #klance #grian #armin arlert #ben barnes #frank castle x reader #Teen Top #bodybuilder #original poetry #exjock #funny meme

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serhatdoganpoetry · 5 hours

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#poetry #spilled ink #original poem #poets on tumblr #artists on tumblr #original poetry #love #original writing #my poem

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poppiesandpromises · 3 days

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This thin light languishes

Against my stoneware soul

I am splintered in desert soil

Cracking, cracked, quaking—

Someone make it stop, I am

Imprisoned in this spinning world

Long ago I lost my fear of death

These days I find

I am terrified of life

#poem #poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #original poem

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mkaugustpoetry · 2 days

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How many nights have I dreamt

Of holding you in my arms?

Keeping you safe and loved,

Comforting you.

How many nights have I dreamt

Of seeing your smile?

Your eyes a cloudy mystery to me

But the curve of your mouth

Real and true.

I thought maybe I had you for the briefest of days.

I thought I was learning the shape of your eyes

And the weight of your hand in mine.

But I'll go back to dreaming.

I'll keep dreaming of you each night.

#escapril #escapril 2024 #poetry #my poetry #writeblrcafe #poeticstories #spilled poetry #original poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #original poem #prompt poetry #prompt: a recurring dream

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arseholism · 3 days

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I’m not afraid of the dark, it’s comforting being blind..

I’m not worried about the nights.. it’s much darker in my mind..

I don’t hate being alone.. it’s too noisy inside my head..

I don’t need to feel your love.. I can love me instead..

I’m not scared of getting hurt.. I’m accustomed to the pain..

Call me crazy if you want, but I prefer the word “insane”

I’ve never craved affection or companionship, a lover or a friend..

Don’t worry about me my darlings, I know I’ll be alright in the end.

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poemsonmars · 3 days

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i don't want to

want her anymore.

i am tired of

breaking my own heart.

i spend all of my days

wishing she was mine

and all of my nights

hoping she never finds out.

i guess this is my curse;

unrequited love,

unreciprocated desire.

it consumes me whole.

it always has.

i am nothing if not a fool.

-mars

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n-ehpamoi · 2 days

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I might hang myself right side down and drip dry my self from swinging hooks, so that you might have room to make a home beneath my skin.

I want your hands against these bones which ache, too much, for your touch, and for your heart to beat in unison alongside the endless murmurs of mine.

I wouldn’t mind having you under this skin, so would it be too much to ask, to have you make your way in?

#poeticstories #writerscreed #writtenconsiderations #smittenbypoetry #recognizingthevoiceless #writingthestorm #poetryportal #inkstay #twcpoetry #poem #poetry #original poetry #original poem #m

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robertjw4688 · 2 days

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The specter of progress

churns in my guts.

I could have been

so much but

I'm reduced to

a breathless poet,

writing apocalypses

with line breaks and

hope between the letters.

Robert J. W.

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thechaoticpoetrysociety · 1 day

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Sometimes I leave a poem under your pillow,

Where else would they go?

And if I talk it's to an empty window,

Watching two kids making angels in snow.

At night the silence brings panic.

Because I won't hear you whispering prose.

You always insisted it's romantic,

I'd just say trust me I know.

Where did you go?

Where's the warmth always leaning into my space?

Where's the star meant for the 1960s stage?

You glowed but then came the rain,

A blood made cage.

Sometimes I leave a poem under your pillow,

Where else would they go?

And if I talk it's to an empty window,

Watching a dream fade into a ghost.

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seaglass-and-string · 1 day

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was looking back through 3am notes app poetry and found some stuff lmao i’m not sure if i like it but still

so i’m thinking- of blood red roses and molten suns champagne bottles and broken glass i’m seeing flashes i’m hearing drums books are ashes and wishes burnt once a ribbon donned your hair lacy skirts and artists flair now it’s ripped up canvas and raised voices all you want is one more chance

#spilled ink #original poem #poets on tumblr #original poetry #poetry on tumblr #poem #poetry #poets corner #poems and poetry

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kaytpoems · 1 day

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bitter without the sweet

you are the aftertaste of what

could've been a sweet memory,

and i think i’m the only one who

still savors every sweet moment

despite the acrid words you left me with.

~K.T.

#poetry #kaytpoems #poetry community #blackpoet #coralynnpoetry #poems #writingcommunity #original poetry #writer #writers on tumblr #poem of the day

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an-unlikely-poet · 2 days

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Just like little Buddha’s on a train

scribbling haikus on hot dog stand napkins that are never wasted

a child’s smile returned for a silly giggle and a stolen moment

the patter of rain on a steel shell as a sonata without a key

a rushing country side by dirty windows, but who was really moving anyway?

#original poetry #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #poetslife #poets community

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poppiesandpromises · 2 days

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I sometimes think our

World's greatest voices are those

That we'll never hear

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poetry #spilled ink #original poem #haikuish

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sunkissed-summerdaze · 2 days

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Hey,

Our souls keep missing each other. Soon, they'll meet up and synchronize.

-E.S. Tues, April. 23rd / 2024 5:36a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

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arseholism · 1 day

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I live for the moment those perfect lips curl into that perfect smile..

My heart skips a beat.. time stands still.. my world stops spinning..

I’m transfixed, you’re like a work of art, a masterpiece painted by angels in heavenly light..

Every minute detail etched into my memory, replayed over and over again..

The sound of your voice.. like an heavenly orchestra in a world filled with noise..

The laughter, brightens up my world like a thousand burning suns..

The sparkle in your eyes, like an aurora lit up by millions of dancing stars..

You are the very definition of beauty, the epitome of perfection..

The stars can crash into earth, the moon can disappear, the sun can burn out into oblivion..

I’m oblivious to the world, to life, my darling, when you are around!

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