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tellherium · 2 years

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exit wounds

#mine #tellherium #twcpoety #writerscreed #spilled words #spilled ink #excerpt from a book i'll never write #exit wounds #heartbreak #heartbreak poetry #heartbreak poem #love poem #short poem #poetry #j break

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sonreyes · 2 years

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//photo courtesy of: Angela Deane on Instagram//

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rockzy · 4 months

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Summer seeps through my curtains

fresh fruit and cold water

but nothing can beat their

brown eyes

and their smile,

it lights up rooms like the sun

their laugh, like birdsong

their soft hands, and pink lips

it’s always warm with them.

-august gordon; 2023

#twcpoety #poem #summer #fruit #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #writers and poets #poetic

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goneahead · 2 years

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Rules:

Each poet tagged writes the next two lines of the poem using one of these prompts:

unfurl, nature, wayward, ardor, shrine, whisper, lyrics, mystery, shadow, fate, floats, faith, silence, distance, outside

then tags another poet. (If you’re too busy, just repost with ‘pass’ and tag another poet) Poem is done when all the words are used!

Earthen bound. Small, green, tender,

my hands and mind unfurl slowly

tagging @distilled-prose !!!

#friday fun round robin #round robin poem #twcpoety #collab #buys everyone a round at the twc pub #keep it going

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pseudomenudo · 3 years

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Drained

I think I’m done trying.

I don’t think I should feel this way

I’m done trying to please people

Who don’t care about my

Own well being

I think I’m done with turning

A blind eye

And feeling like I’m

Walking on eggshells

Every time

I’m done with the

Land mines

And hours spent

Waiting to hear back

Extended arguments

That take hours or days

To resolve

I’m done with not knowing

What to expect

Day after day

And overthinking my

Own actions

Just so I don’t

Hit a nerve

I’m done with the sleepless nights

Hating myself for things I didn’t even

Know about, consumed by my own

Insecurities and self-doubt

Without reassurance, without consideration

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around

To hear it, does it make a sound?

I’m done feeling tired

And hurting my feet by stepping around

Constant spikes

I’m sick of treading lightly

And feeling like I’ll never

Be good enough

I’m fed up with never knowing

What type of mood they're going to be in

So I’m always tiptoeing around to find out

And that feeling of dread or hesitation to

Interact with someone

Just to be met with hostility

Or deadpan expressions.

The tension, the anxiety

The excessive self-monitoring

It’s draining

I think I’m done.

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trans-writes · 3 years

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i fell for you like Icarus-- bright, burning, and helpless to stop (and loving every minute of it) the water in my lungs tastes like longing --r.a.b.

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ellenya · 4 years

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One day, one rhyme- Day 2285

Asked Siri to find a bookmark

But she misunderstood,

She searched instead for a book ark

But the mistake was good.

Now in my mind I’ve built an ark

With two of every book,

We’ll sail on it when the world ends

And in a cosy nook

We’ll sit and read each one of them-

Away will flow the stress,

We’ll spend what’s left of all our time

In utter happiness.

#poetry #rhyme #poetrycommunity #poets corner #poets of tumblr #writers corner #onedayonerhyme #twcpoety

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roadtripwarrior · 4 years

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Turned out I wasn't ugly because I was overweight or because my hair wasn't styled correctly, but because the muscles in my face had contorted with such worry of apperance, I became disfigured and appealed to none and so my heart rotted.

Only when opened and let go did I see I was the rose and the thorns, Fear transformed into Curiosity.

The pain remained still I loved myself anyway.

#prose #poetry #writerscreed #twcpoety #poeticstories #healing

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heartofmuse · 5 years

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Want to talk about self-doubt? Yeah, most of the time I wonder what I am even doing here. Can I even truly call myself a “writer” or “poet” or am I just a very good mimic, an imitator, as my ex once called me, not the real deal. Do I have any real talent? I don’t know. I just know the need to pour out my soul. Are my words any good? Do they mean anything at all? The same words used by so many, so many times! What makes them special? What makes them mine? Do they even belong to me? Can I claim ownership? They were here before I came and will be here after I leave. I mold them in my mind like clay and they take shape in the most exquisite, the most bizarre and the most unexpected of ways but always they hold a bit of me in them so in a way yes, I think I can claim ownership. Do I need validation? I think I do. I think everyone does in some shape or form for we are social creatures at our core. I think every writer writes in some degree because we long for immortality so we leave pictures, and stories that we shape and mold in our mind with words. They will endure long after we are gone for man is always more finite than the written word.

e.v.e. (Self-doubt)

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mouththorn · 6 years

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#poetryriot #writers creed #poeticstories #recognizingthevoiceless #twcpoety #poem #poetry #verse #mouththorn

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tellherium · 2 years

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I broke my own heart trying to love you

#mine #tellherium #spilled ink #twcpoety #twcwriting #twcwriters #writerscreed #writerscorner #poetry corner #prose poetry #heartbreak #love poem #heartbreak poetry #j break

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emptysocks · 7 years

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8/12/17

Would you have stayed If I had listened to you When you begged me not to leave When you begged me not to Been a year since last June Echoes of twilight Float through the window every night They sound like loved ones Long passed, Long gone Long passed, long gone Still the walls stand Built on a foundation of sand Nobody gets in Nobody gets out I’m one man in a love seat Staring at the indent you left My anchor is gone I’m wandering without you I’m always wondering about you

#writerscreed #illustrans #inkstay #prose #poetryportal #twcpoety #poeticstories #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled poetry #heartbreak #unfinished song lyrics

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rockzy · 4 months

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the palm of my hand.

a knight.

he promises he will help me

he begs me to let him

The leaves outside are dead,

my heart follows suit

rotting in the cold hard earth

soon i shall be to.

My knight in shining armor

he sits in the palm of my hand

he prays for me to let him in

he says he understands

The snow outside is pilling,

As winter creeps through the shadows

and yet i feel quite somber

like a cold, lonely pillow.

white space.

a quite place.

no gold, or color at all,

simply a room

where autumn leaves don’t fall.

my knight in shining armor

he holds my body close

he’s cold, and made of metal

he swears he keeps me warm.

he does not see the blood.

#twcpoety #alternative #poem #personal #poetic #writers and poets #original poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #poems and quotes

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goneahead · 3 years

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Rules:

Each poet tagged writes the next two lines of the poem using one of these prompts:

sigh, cold, stretch, darken, ivory, shiver, knock, marble, key, shadow, moon, gate, winding, life, dreams

then tags another poet. (If you’re too busy, just repost with ‘pass’ and tag another poet) Poem is done when all the words are used!

I'm tattered, torn, and oh so weary, but the road

goes on and on, like the endless sigh of the wind

tagging @wordrummager !!

#friday fun round robin #round robin poem #twcpoety #poetry #buys everyone a round at the twc pub #keep it going

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pseudomenudo · 3 years

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Stagnant

Every day is the same

I feel stuck, performing

Monotonous routines

Unchanging schedules

My life is on pause

On autopilot with

No destination

Making a sudden turn

I’ve driven off course

Where do I go from here?

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hyphen-ish-blog · 7 years

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A bitter lament.

I wake up every morning

disappointed every day,

so pardon my bitter grimace,

I’ve thoughts from which to stray.

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A disappointing high-school career

ending in a disappointing way,

disappointing friends who

never thought to stay,

a disappointing first love

with a disappointing end

and disappointing people with

no real thoughts to send.

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I was born to a bitter family,

living every cursed day,

the parish priest and wife so meek

I’m disappointed just to say it.

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I’m disappointed with my life

and my choices are mine to claim;

in disappointment for this wreck

there’s only myself to blame.

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I’ll probably live a bitter life

and die in a hospital bed

surrounded by my loved ones

- oh wait, they wouldn’t bother

anyway.

~

And I’m disappointed with this poem,

it hasn’t much to say.

#writerscreed #abstractcommunity #poetpardy #twcpoety #poetryriot #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #24/08/17 #poetry #pessimisticpoetry

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