#a retrospective poem

[slut4poets]

Maybe I should watch it all again

From the beginning to the end

The rise and the fall of it all

#retrospect #retrospection #begginings #maybe #again #cycles #end #ending #the end #rise #rise and fall #fall #poem #maybe your life is a movie #thinking #thoughts #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #3 verse poetry

[pasdetrois]

Rebecca (1940, dir Alfred Hitchcock) // Vievee Francis, "Apologia" (Excerpt) // Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

#THIS WAS THE POEM BTW. that no one asked for but I am offering regardless <3 <3 #''SHE LOOKED ALMOST TRIUMPHANT'' ! #rebecca #just gonna tag this under #web weaving #for organizational purpose #has anyone else been ruminating over this scene for years or has it just been me #she is constantly reminded of how different she is from rebecca (wrt beauty wit boldness etc etc) #but in retrospect with this confession rebecca's negatively perceived traits such as selfishness #are intended to be the unspoken additional differences maxim et al see between them #but then she hears maxim's confession and as the shock wears away-- she feels something akin to giddiness #selfishness one could say! #a triumph at last--right there in the chamber. it does feel like she's echoing rebecca a bit #(even if it is a hollow triumph imo) #and do I even need to go into fontaine's acting here. just so good #rebecca is really one of the most interesting iterations of the bluebeard tale #the last wife does still die in a sense. but it is alongside her bluebeard as a pair of unmoored ghosts #while the story remains forever enclosed in the first dead wife's fist #I'm now thinking about that rebecca fanfiction I wrote as a teenager where the first and second wife meet #and maxim just wasn't there lmao. shows my priorities #anyway i'm forever fascinated by both ladies in this story goodnight and thank you

[lena-oleanderson]

Still Looking or on knowing there's a way out because you've been here before. you've been in bigger and scarier places before, and even they had a way out, and a friend on the other side waiting. and if the journey is too much for you, get up and eat. even if the bread needs to be baked for you, even if you need to be told, even if you need to be fed, just let someone tell you to get up and eat, let someone feed you, and get up and eat, and find a way out. (and like the mary ellen carter, rise again)

#poetry #poem #lena's bad poetry archives #grief #writerblr #on friendship #actually mentally ill #mental health #on love #on promises #there are so many reasons to stay alive. but on my shittest of days that promise alone is enough #i've written about what it's like to experience grief with someone before - losing the same person #and this is one facet of that for me #by the time that loss happened i'd already shaken the major urge. the big I Intent. but i was still pulling that #'i'm in a mood. i'm not going to wear my seatbelt.' thing a lot #which in retrospect is insane. a lot of that recklessness actually could've gotten me killed #since then - i've felt more awful than ever before because that's grief. but the only way i'll leave this world is kicking and screaming #because i wouldn't do that to my best friend. i wouldn't do that to any of them. not even half-willingly. #i'd rather do the most mortifying thing to me and ask for help #lena's poetry archives

[sparkcrafted]

My unwillingness to quit appears to be greater than my desire to cease, and I guess you can call that keeping the shiny side up.

#writing #preview #sparkcrafted #excerpt #poems and quotes #quotes #words #dear diary #digital diary #tumblr diary #my diary #diary #diary entry #poetry #poems #fragments #reflection #retrospective #navel gazing

[brinemcallister]

Without Instruction

Pop the eyelids every morning. The day unfolds as another choose your own adventure minus the guides and the set plotline. I get lost by mid-morning within a tangle of art projects, chores, and lunch. Find myself with painted plates and last week’s laundry as a quilt by early afternoon. I keep checking my email and the mailbox for the instruction manual on How to be a Grown…

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#definition #freestyle #growing up #life #lost #NaPoWriMo #poem #poetry #retrospective #without instruction

[alatar-and-pallando]

My voice progression on T

I've been recording myself reading the same poem -- "The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats -- on a weekly-ish basis ever since starting testosterone. It's been two years now, and I'm amazed by how much my voice has dropped. I really was a rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem to be born...

Key to which lines I read which week/month below the cut...

Week 1

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Week 11

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst   

Are full of passionate intensity.

Week 22

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight:

Year 1

Somewhere in sands of the desert   

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.  

Year 2

The darkness drops again; but now I know   

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

#testosterone #ftm #trans tag #queer tag #trans #my posts #poetry #honestly i picked this poem at random bc it seemed suitably dramatic and was relatively short #but in retrospect i really like the choice #also: i haven't done any formal voice training or anything #but for the most part i like how my voice has turned out anyway #though it does get a little rough/hoarse toward the end of the day sometimes #i def sound best in the morning

[sanddollarpoems]

Line them up on a rock

All these past mistakes

And just one shot in the barrel

But I'm not taking it

I have cried in utter despair

Holding my chest in pain

I have lain at the bottom

Unable to lift my eyes

But I wouldn't change a thing

I wouldn't go back again

Because every fall has molded

Every tear has eroded me

And I wouldn't be the person I am

If not for the twists in the trail

I may not be pretty for the pain

But on the other side now

And I wouldn't change a thing

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #poetry #quick write #wouldn't change a thing #in retrospect

[hathaway-hayes]

Abigail and the Ending

She cried at the concept Of her Perfect age – An era shining early, At twenty with “Ticks,” and, “tocks,” Whispering a path to Eighty or so; Ninety should the bombs never fall.

She cried when she Imagined that one, “The,” One, hand in hand, Together And just before the step unto Eternity post decades, accolades, Facades, failures and Decadence born others – Smiles opposed to the innards by The only, lonely human named, “Envy.”

To this day, I still don’t know whether to commend her Or condemn her? Certain in only her conviction To that one thing I’d hadn’t anymore, As my birdy’d long departed And the clothes still hang from that day.

Yeah, the wind’d kept its whisper and I’d whelp a time or twenty, But from a concept so very cold; A calling, the other, “her,” A harlot christened, “Road,” As far as distant could ever be; But yes, tears of joy I believe and for the Love Of a different kind – Away, under grave and With not one visitor above;

Sure,

As my father dies, as friends come, As friends go, after birdy’d flew And only the covers could stay, I witnessed hands in prayer, Tears in tomorrow, an organism blessed And the hair on the back of my neck Reminding me that Reckonings happen, should you desire Or not; And like a pock atop perfect skin, I grow slightly, silently envious of This girl with a tear for only him.

     - H.H. (2013)

#writerscreed #poetryportal #poeticstories #twcpoetry #inkstay #writtenconsiderations #poetselixir #writingthestorm #warriorpoet #poem #poetry #featured #envy #wanderlust #melancholy #retrospect #wellwish

[thearcher1003]

What if? I think about that a lot on nights when I can't dream for my life is turning into a living nightmare I wake up and wander around for I can't breathe I wake up and wonder about all the things that could've been had I known what I know now What if you had never let me down? Would this grief and anger still persist? I think about this a lot on days when I lay listless for I have nothing better to do than to regret being around you I get up and write it all down for I can't bear this on my chest and risk getting drowned over and over again it needs to end now

venom

#poetsandwriters #original poem #poets corner #spilled poetry #poems on tumblr #spilled ink #late night thoughts #poetry #midnight thoughts #wistful thinking #retrospection

[an-absolute-nightmare]

reading the road not taken for the first time in like four or five years and jesus h christ how has that poem been interpreted so badly in popular culture

#lmfao #i know why it's because people took the last two lines and plastered them out of context everywhere #but it's not a poem about making the harder choice!!! #it's about turning points in life #those two lines is particular are about how we justify our choices to ourselves in retrospect!!! #the road taken was NOT the one less travelled by. i mean that's a very significant event in the poem #like he specifies it Twice that they're both equally good choices #i mean if the poem was about taking the road less traveled by why tf would it be called the road NOT taken #it's about wondering if you'll regret doing something! #it's about the things we tell ourselves when we have done that thing so as to not regret having made those choices!!!! #lmfao this is absolutely hilarious to me #i mean it's a fairly straightforward poem too!

[themojaveexpress]

you wrote a poem abt lonesome road? 👀👀

I did! It's not good, but I was young and lonesome road really moved me in a way no other game had. So when the teacher told us we could do a poem about anything I couldn't help myself

here's the link to the post if you want to read it!

#mojave express announcement #replies #anon #(in retrospect it's more a poem about the Divide specifically but 🤷‍♂️) #I definitely had no idea what I was doing and was going off vibes alone 😖🤡

[venusdevotea]

2023

Hey Ronan-

So I did it yet again. Introspecting on all that's come to pass this year, going into 2024, I can see so clearly what I hadn't before.

Another tall lanky boy with a sad puppy face and a broken heart an experience closer to mine than I could fathom, and pain that felt like friendship, as easy as breathing.

Because I faced the mirror of my past self and pleaded with her that I loved her so, so, dearly. Felt all the things she deserved to feel, all the things that she deserved to have reciprocated,

And still she shuts me out, closes the door, and greets me with no less than a scowl. What a mistake I've made.

But not a mistake at all because when I see her in the mirror, the image cracks to reveal an entirely new being altogether that is not my own.

Choices made that I cannot change, thoughts to be had that I cannot influence or know, histories that will cycle and repeat outside of my control.

It all has nothing to do with me. Even if I see the image of that girl, crying to be loved in the corner with every glance in my peripheries.

I love her. and I will love her outside of him. I love her with every breath I take inside my own lungs in every piece of food I nourish myself with, every bead of sweat well earned in earnest, in every tear I cry, every thought I have, every poem I write, every song I sing, every prayer I make,

Every day and every night, I will endeavor to love her.

This is the best lesson knowing you has taught me, and the best lesson I have been continuing to learn on my own, with and without you.

-- carebear

#poetry #love #poem #original poem #poetblr #original poems #original poetry #love poetry #love poem #poems on tumblr #for the one in manchester #for the unconsummated heart #2023 #new year retrospection/introspection #introspection

[st4rfallen]

shitposting about my mental health at half past 1 in the night:

When writing this I imagined the sentence “you are a pathetic excuse of a human being” blaring into my tired eyes through a screeching glowing screen, tearing and ripping and causing me tears. But I won’t write this cause it is neither true nor something needing to be said. Instead I write: you being aware of making wrong choices does not make said wrong choices okay. You making wrong choices about yourself doesn’t make said wrong choices okay. You are a human like every other. You are harming a human willingly, a human who is innocent of all things. Thought and selflessness are not enough nor are they helping anyone but your consciousness.

#Okay this feels kinda harsh in retrospect #For reference I was only talking to myself #And trying to get my dramatic ass to take things seriously #i love yall #you’re enough #*kenough ;) #And I‘m proud if you’re thoughtful and selfless lol #Semi deep poetry #poetry #poems #ig #i mean I tried #i wrote this at like 1 am #expected quality #goodnight

[foraging-beast]

help i committed to too much spaghetti and now there’s no going back

#in retrospect i don’t know why i thought half a jar of spaghetti sauce was small #i am desperately trying to get through this spaghetti #i was so hungry i thought i’d make nachos for dessert #i’ve really lost it huh #i’m like halfway through my spaghetti #i’m gonna write a poem about this experience

[brinemcallister]

Old School Spirit

I catch myself tucked in yearbook photos with classmates’ goodbyes swirling over our smiles. My body cracks like the old leather sleeves of my letterman’s jacket, but if I am quiet I can hear laughter and cheers echoing in my skeletons. Faded newspaper articles piece together my youth in snippets and photos. I remember myself in the old polaroid photos and wedged in the cracks of…

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#freestyle #high school #memories #poem #poetry #retrospective #youth

[audaciousinretrospect]

A charcoal drawing I did tonight, inspired by Francis Thompson’s poem “The Hound of Heaven”

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;

I fled Him, down the arches of the years;

I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways

Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears

I hid from Him, and under running laughter.

Up vistaed hopes I sped;

And shot, precipitated,

Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,

From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.

But with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

They beat—and a Voice beat

More instant than the Feet—

‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.’

#the hound of heaven #francis thompson #poetry #Art #poem #charcoal #drawing #retrospect rambles #catholic #roman catholicism #roman catholic #Christianity