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scaredycat6501 · 4 months
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The Poem Dedicated to Hullangking/Hulleng and their art...
This is the poem by itself made for Hullangking and their art... I've never really made poems, but this exists, and now it is visible. [The original is a reblog of Hullangking's art, but here it is without a bunch of stuff before it 😅 Enjoy the crapiness of the poem.]
A Lullaby By Hand Not Maw
To be the root of inspiration The product of fruit so pure, so ripe It seems like the prize of exploration Simply the sight takes one into flight Like a sweet treat Oh how magnificent, For the soul and mind How is one so omnificent A reflection of reality to which one must ponder I feel that sight Into vection it brings me, to which I must ponder I see that thrill Beauty only emanating from diligence Just of scrambling will the seekers go Leaving one’s maw agape at such sonance Just for the rambling one must extol It doesn’t merely wash ashore A treasure to behold It’s quite something much more It's worth more than gold Anxiety and stress makes my voice hoarse Be it now the only cure If only I could just endorse Be it only that is so pure An achievement in which you hath bind Something shining through the dull An appeasement in which to the mind Something that has learned to lull Be it of all things that contains such beauty and mesmerization!!! It has given one something to not like, but love -SCAREDYCAT6501 🐾
{Deciphering some of the words may be hard, so here is it deciphered so you don't have to spend time doing it yourself!}
Omnificent - creating all things; having unlimited powers of creation. Vection - illusory self-motion in the absence of physical self-motion through space and thus, is inherently an experience that occurs under sensory conflict conditions. (The illusion of self-motion when there is no physical self-motion.)  Maw - the jaws or throat of a voracious animal. [Voracious - wanting or devouring great quantities of food.] (Maw was chosen due to the fact I feel like I must consume your gorgeous art every day... it the source of my peace now...) Extol - praise enthusiastically. Endorse - declare one's public approval or support of.  Lull - calm or send to sleep, typically with soothing sounds or movements. (Lull was chosen because although your art is not sound, it is something that can calm the mind and cure the anxiety, like how a mother sings to her child at night..)
Sonance - the condition or quality of being sonant. a sound; a tune. [The word dissonance means lack of harmony among musical notes, therefore I would assume in this case to use sonance as though meaning a harmony, or beautiful sound, due to the fact your art is like pleasing music by the ear instead by sight] Diligence - careful and persistent work or effort.
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cheekything · 2 years
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He often refers to me as his lighthouse; his strength and guidance.
I find it very uncanny.
Before I let him call me his own I thought the same of him. He was my lighthouse, ever steady and strong headed. But I was worried I would sink on the rocks of his shore if I came too close.
Now all I can do is bail the water from my deck and galley as I admire the glow.
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POETRY/RIDDLE THING GO‼️
The sun, stars and moon all as one
What are their names and what have they done?
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dragons-for-the-win · 3 months
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Rain, night, silence
That's all I need...
That's not true,
I'm missing you
I never thought I'd say this
but lately it has been you
Everything I do, everywhere I go
I keep wishing to be there with you
Holding your hand
hugging you tight...
I never want to let go
Because I am tired of all
the "see you tomorrow"s
when you are the one I want
to see when I get back home
Even when I want to be alone
I would rather be with you
Staying in silence no words
but still together whatsoever
Being with you makes everything
much better, much brighter
you make me shine like the sun
and I wont ever stop the light
Rain, night, silence
That's all I ever wanted
but now I want you more
than all I have ever desired
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lexiklecksi · 4 months
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The friends that got away
To all the friends that got away
I can see your happy faces on social media
But I remember you crying in my bathroom
While I was caressing your hair
Your book still sits on my shelf
I didn’t have a chance to give it back
It’s been 10 years and I haven’t read a single page
When I listen to our songs I can still hear your voice singing along
Every little thing makes me think of you
Chocolate ice cream we shared
The mall we used to hang out in
The pond where we fed the ducks
I know you inside out
Like you can’t walk past a cat without petting it
And that you hate your birthday
How hyacinths make you smile and heights make you cry
I know everything about you
You act like you don’t know me at all
And I miss you, but in my broken heart I know
You don’t miss me at all
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simmyfrobby · 10 months
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Feeling horrible so can I get a Flower poem please, heavy on the emotional damage ?
oh buddy.. 🌸
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— Magdalene: The Addict, Marie Howe
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Untitled- poem by meee besties
Of brittle bones and blistering meat,
Cleave my muscles and slice them neat,
Feast and dine upon mine flesh,
Serve my body up upon a dish,
My corpse is for you to consume,
Don't let my precious innards go up in fumes,
Drink my blood drop by drop,
Squeeze the juice from my organs, let them pop,
Eat me; drink me; go on, have a taste,
Just please don't let my death go to waste.
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scorink · 2 months
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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)
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some-randomhumanbeing · 3 months
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A Cats Sound, By Cryptic Cryptid
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I sit on an old red creaky chair by the window,
The rain pitter pattering against the window.
A white ball of fur sits in my lap,
Looking at me with big blue eyes.
Making an odd sound, familiar and calming.
A rolling of an R,
Rrr, Rrr, Rrr.
A calming sound,
from the within the throat.
What's the sound called again?
A murr, perhaps a churr?
No.
It's a purr.
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cats-rhetoric · 19 days
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Wolves in April-
The ones with the fucked up families,
Has their brains like mush, 
Scattered across spilled words, 
In households full of bluff, 
Red rugs separate us, 
In the gulf of the wood floors, 
You wish the ashes left outside, 
Would freshly burn on my cheek, 
I asked for logic, 
You asked for acceptance, 
"You resent me, 
and if you have room for resent, 
You have no room for love"
Is what the family wolves, 
Told me. 
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paigemakepeacewrites · 5 months
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You can’t predict a person. No matter how well you think you know them, Or how hard you try to predict Their next moves, They will always find a way to surprise you.
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mightbesmall · 8 months
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This Is Self Indulgent-
The month of April is that of many things,
From bees to showers,
It’s a season where many a bird sings,
And bees and butterflies that flock to the flowers.
Climb onto your broom and fly with me,
It’s your special day so don’t delay,
Pick up that bouquet and into the air you’ll be,
Watching the setting sun and not full of disarray.
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“A Whole Garden Of Flowers.”
Please excuse my crappy art, I was trying out a new art style, might try and polish up in this one or just drop it. And the shit poem, I just suffer from skill issues.
Anyways, there’s pink Azalea, Red carnation, A blue and purple stock flowers aaand buttercups :>
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ilovelotsofthings · 2 months
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krazys-ass-emporium · 2 months
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Hold it in.
You don't need to express every little thought that crosses your broken mind.
Better to just stay silent.
All your life you've just buried all your feelings.
But...but you can't.
You can't hold it in.
Or you'll explode.
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xmoonlapse--vertigox · 3 months
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The Highway Supreme
It is less than ideal
Dreams ran over
Ghosts in the rearview
Dread up ahead
You cannot rest
Breathing turns difficult
The road is intricate
There's no end in sight
Even though
The sky is falling
Right in front of your eyes
You think, who cares?
You're a bastard anyway
And we're all waiting to become roadkill
In this highway supreme
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sadgirlmia · 3 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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