#a poem

[silentlyscreaminglyrics]

Song: a Poem by La Dispute

My picture and edit!

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[bucky-boychik-barnes]

Brain make words

Words make brain

Make words brain

Words brain make

Brain words make

Make brain words

#a poem #writeblr

[double-oy-7]

Lizards

Lizer big!

And Lizer little!

And sometimes lizer

Is in the middle!

#lizard #lizards #a poem

[thecurseofafirsttimewriter]

"Polite Sadness" - a poem

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[fluffyydumplings]

Like A Painting - 그림처럼

A/N: I wrote this a year ago.. the reason why there is a korean title attached here as well is because… well… the inspiration behind this poem was actually the saying 그림처럼.. a phrase used often when someone gazes upon something of beauty.. anyways.. anyhow.. happy women’s day.. I hope you enjoy

She refuses to accumulate deep within her a child

You’ll regret it, they start with

What are you without your womb, they end indirectly with

What am I without myself, she thinks

For as she buttons up her skin and rises above their heads

She realises

They’ll never see her as the woman with wings as her reflection speaks

On the ground, in their convoluted minds she’ll always be

But what can a few convulsions and conversations of the what-nots and what-ifs not fix

And even if stagnant on the ground she remains

Standing is a feat that she can always beat herself to

And in that way

She’ll never be below them

For, even if she has to crawl her way back up

She refuses to lay lifeless on the ground

She’s been doing it for quite too long

After a while, you get weary and tired of doing anything

So, imagine not doing anything,

So, imagine being nothing but a pretty caricature on the walls

Imagine

Imagine how paralysing it would be for a human to stay still and play pretend

As a painting

As a picture

As an ideal

Her whole life she was expected to play a role

The altruistic mother who cradles her child to sleep,

The elder sister who stands as still as a mountain for her family to reach the sky

The deligent coworker who gets pushed aside despite building empires with her bare hands

But seasons come and go

And change is good for the heart

Therefore, she refuses to stick to the ground

Therefore, she refuses

No..

Therefore, she clearly will not be sticking to the strange principles that have been injected into her head

It’s all she has known

That was what she thought

But the world is broad

And all she has known is not all that is to know

They say that is how life is supposed to be for people like her

But everyday a tadpole learns how to jump and a caterpillar learns how to fly

For as they say, pain is the mother of success

Change is the mother of survival

Better and bolder

Brighter and Wiser

People grow

People age

People learn

People crawl

People walk

People run

People find ways to fly

They are peasants with high hats pretending to be Confucius

But filial piety is not much of a pity compared to all the bruises on her heart that they cannot see

So she leaps away

Away from the beautiful painting she has been entrapped in

For even with perfect strokes you cannot overlook the mistakes of this stupid ideal that have been glossed over with paint

She stares at the world she has known

She walks away

For all that she has known

Is not all that is to know

For all that she has believed to be true

Is not all that is true

This painting isn’t warm

This painting isn’t cold

Her forehead is warm

Her hands are cold

But..

She’ll recover

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[angeygirl]

I love you FNaF 4. I love you Nightmare Animatronics. I love you massive claws. I love you uncountable numbers of teeth. I love you giant ragged monsters. I love you feeling of being awake at night as a small child. I love you fear of not being safe in your own bed. I love you feeling that your parents can't save you. I love you simple tragedy of a lonely little boy. I love you implications of abandonment that only make the story darker. I love you Crying Child. I love you Foxybro angst. I love you dream demons born from Agony. I love you distorted memoires as Crying Child fights for his life. I love you Foxybro's painful overwhelming guilt. I love you Crying Child using his powers as a restless spirit to send his Nightmares to haunt his brother. I love you Purple Guy hiding a walkie-talkie in his son's teddy bear. I love you Purple Guy seeing his son as his own reflection due to unhealthy levels of projection. I love you Purple Guy breaking down with grief-filled paranoia about his own fragile mortality. I love you the promise 'to put you back together'. I love you freedom to interpret this game as many ways as you like. I love you lore that's so confusing you can do whatever you want. I love you FNaF.

#a poem #/joking #i have a lot of thoughts #fnaf 4 #crying child #foxybro #purple guy #i love you characters with multiple names so i don't have to call then by human names #nightmare animatronics #fnaf #angst #sweet angst

[jlmahmud]

A poem written by me

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[nezvladatelna]

k osamocení

je třeba někoho,

kdo je

a někoho,

kdo není

#hezky česky #čeština #česky #báseň #a poem

[thesefevereddays]

April Rain Song

By Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

Let the rain sing you a lullaby

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in the gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night

And I love the rain.

#poetry #a poem #langston hughes

[mrsmess]

falafel

the way you were just there at that hole in the wall when you shouldn’t even have been there at all and neither should I, but there I was just because my kid got out early and it was a toss between going home or staying in town we rarely get out, we should hang around let’s go get a falafel it’s the only city in the country where you can get a decent one for reasonable money it’s easily done so we gotta get a falafel and sit outside in the setting sun it’s not a big city on a international scale and I’m bad at math it's the one class I failed but there are three hundred thousand people living here and that’s a lot or at least enough so the chance of running into someone you know is not that high or even there but you were there and so was I I was stunned even when you said my name before you told me chance is why you came

a motorcycle thundered by you said I hate that and I said why are you sitting by a heavily trafficked street in a city where you don’t even stay and told my kid of the place where you live it’s real pretty but real far away I went to visit you there when I was nineteen and in a relationship with a boy who was mean and who tagged along and sulked the whole time but your wife was really kind to me and you don’t appreciate that when you’re young and blind you spoke to my kid in that way of yours you’re really good with them which is of course obvious that you’d be when you work as much as you do with them we ate our falafel, spilled food everywhere and loud, obnoxious music filled up the air you told my kid about your girls who where in a big contest the other year my kid said I don’t remember them I always root for the old, bald men I smiled and told you you should enter the contest then but you already did back when I was a kid and you sang that cheesy song with your awful ex wife you were on television but out of my life

next thing I know we’re in your car, you say you have to drive me home and I let you because that’s what we are to each other even if it’s been years since I met you you say you’ve thought about me and I say I think about you all the time too but leave out all my mixed feelings because we’re in a car and driving fast and I already know the moment won’t last we won’t have time enough to discuss the important stuff when are we supposed to? you ask about mom and I say she’s good even if she’s waiting for surgery for some reason at sixty miles per hour I commit perjury I remember when you left and how she cried even if she said she didn’t love you right I talk about my dad, and you say who is your dad again? it’s a joke because my dad is no more a father to me than other men my grandpa for example tried to fill his shoes and you at one point though that was a game you could only lose but you don’t mention yourself in this equation even if you were part of the situation and maybe neither of you were to blame but in this one crucial way you’re all the same Grandpa was too old, you were too young and my daddy was simply too far gone all of you went away for too long

my kid talks in the backseat and I try to divide my attention and give you direction at one point you almost miss an exit and say something sarcastic about my instruction in an infuriatingly ironic tone of voice when neither then nor now gave me a choice I did not ask to be put in this seat and for a beat I’m convinced that you have some feelings to work through regarding me and my mom, some residue and also that I would be willing to do that with you if you would only ask me to but you won’t and I don’t expect you to come in when we’re parked and I invite you to come through as expected you say no and that it’s time to go and maybe you don’t care or you do but don’t think it’s fair to share because to you I’m still four and either way you stack the years you’ll always have seventeen more when we met we were really just two kids at different ages now we’re adults at different grieving stages

I get out of the car, say thanks for the ride and give my love to your spouse and I take my kid’s hand and head for our house I want to say I love you and hate you and why did you abandon me? instead I swallow the sting and cling to common sense laugh about the crazy coincidence like that and destiny isn’t the same thing

#a poem #poetry #stuff I’ll never tell my family and friends #if my life wasn’t rhyming it would simply be true and that is unacceptable

[divinebunni]

the moment i held heaven in my hands

i put it in my mouth

#a poem #about…. we know #lol #shut up bunni #bunni speaks #thoughts

[cringecompanionapologist]

A Very Bad Poem About Adric I Literally Wrote in Less Than Five Minutes

Alas, poor Adric

His life was short and Sadric

He was just a little Ladric

He never knew his Dadric

The audience was Madric

They all said he was Badric

I thought he was Radric

So I guess I’m Gladric

For the Adric that we Hadric

#adric of alzarius #adric doctor who #a poem #end me now #i think i'm just trying to create the worst tumblr post at this point

[fluffyydumplings]

QUEEN

I’m the queen of this castle,

A heinous figure,

And yet they call me, your highness

This power within the grasp of my hands is the greatest feat of my life,

Yet as they bow at my feet,

I may be above,

But the crown on my head keeps me grounded

It does not humble me down,

But it reminds me of the feelings of the common,

But it reminds me to be prudent of whatever I do

Whether it be trepidation that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be veneration that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be obligation that lands them at my feet,

I am the bearer of this land,

But I too can be the harbinger of its doom

They compare me to Venus,

But my veins run cold,

They say I am akin to water,

But this is a slaughterhouse

And my kingdom is a well,

I’ll drain out one day,

And they’ll scoop fresh water over my remains

I’m the queen of this kingdom,

A courteous figure,

And yet my court is filled with traitors

I’m the queen of this land,

A lender of ascendancy,

And yet they believe I am a leader of competency,

One day my hand slips,

My crown crushes my skull,

And I can’t handle it all,

So I fall

I’m the queen of this facade,

An arcade full of flies,

And yet they believe I am a blooming flower,

But I’m wilted,

So I crumble,

And that is all

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[revolorilution]

In the street he stands.

Someone come get their mans.

He is lost.

#tony revolori #pic of the day #a poem #the queue #your daily dose of tony

[poemaseletras]

Mary Meriam, from “A Poem”

#pl #citações #Mary Meriam #quotes #quotesbr #frases #textos #poemas #vida #A Poem

[thesefevereddays]

Dear March – Come in –

by Emily Dickinson

Dear March – Come in –

How glad I am –

I hoped for you before –

Put down your Hat –

You must have walked –

How out of Breath you are –

Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –

Did you leave Nature well –

Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –

I have so much to tell –

I got your Letter, and the Birds –

The Maples never knew that you were coming –

I declare – how Red their Faces grew –

But March, forgive me –

And all those Hills you left for me to Hue –

There was no Purple suitable –

You took it all with you –

Who knocks? That April –

Lock the Door –

I will not be pursued –

He stayed away a Year to call

When I am occupied –

But trifles look so trivial

As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise

And Praise as mere as Blame –

#emily dickinson #poetry #a poem