#ameteur poetry

[littcaffeine]

This is the sun that I swallow every time I take a breath, hoping it sits on my lungs.

This is the love that I crave and wish stayed with me forever.

This is everything sweet, pure, and real.

#nostalgia #nostaligiacore #nostalgicpoetry #poetry #poet #writer #writingamateur #writing #ameteur poetry

[cosmoechi]

early-morning walk for the waking.

#this one's a little rough but i haven't written anything in a while #💖.txt #actually disabled #chronic illness #cripple punk #potsie #disabled poetry #late night chats with the oak bride #poetry #ameteur poetry

[ghostampede]

(may 29, 2023)

won’t you sail across the morphogenetic field with me as we connect along the stream of lost memories and ibuprofen dreams. // there’s a hole in the earth where we can escape from time and space and merge to one outside of the burdens of past present and future.

#dorian writes #yes this inspired by #zero escape #how did you know #wrote this very fast last night #but i kind of like it #but then again i don’t really have to like it to post it here #this is a mental mixing pot #spilled ink #poetry #kind of #ameteur poetry #zero escape 999 #zero escape vlr #zero escape ztd #does this qualify as #fanfiction #idk #writing

[rystiv]

I've never been in love.

I do not know if I have loved.

I don't feel any different when I look at a friend

Or a sibling

Or a parent.

They ask me for help;

I reach out my hand.

I do not grieve their absence.

I know their faces, their names,

Unlike the rest.

Do you miss me?

Do you think of me?

Do you ever conjure up my image?

I can't say I have.

Is this, too, a form of love?

#poetry #poem #my work #my poetry #ameteur poetry #oc #writing in character

[uncl3tend3rtouch]

Every time I form words to

Express my love,

I find myself wishing I was

Instead

Wrapping my lips

Around

The curves of yours,

Swallowing your passion in response

~Tend3rTouch

#original poem #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #poem #love #love poem #love poetry #ameteur #writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets #female writers

[cevans-is-classic]

Little known fact

I've been trying to put a poetry book together and yesterday I finally got all I felt needed to be in it.

Maybe some love to get my stuff out there?

#poetry book #poetry writer #poetry #ameteur poet

[gray-is-neutral]

Verbal Asphyxiation

My lips are sealed, 

But words still form.

Beautifully empty.

Kindly meaningless.

My truth is my poison.

It flows through my veins.

My heart beat is weakening.

But the world is spared.

My mind is caged by words unsaid.

Twisted and ugly.

They form barbs and chains.

My personal prison.

My throat is swollen shut.

From the venom in my veins.

My fangs deep in my tongue.

Choking on the rising bile.

Lay me in my silent grave.

Bury me with my truth.

Paint me fair with my lies.

Dress up my calculated nothingness.

My lungs have collapsed.

Drowning in words unsaid.

Poisoned by their meaning.

Verbal asphyxiation.

#poetry #still trying #ameteur #original writing #original poetry #spilled thoughts #word vomit #im trying #i kinda like it #words #poem

[smells-just-as-sweet]

favorite

my favorite time of the day is when the stoplights blink yellow and it feels like I can go as fast as I want. i want you to come back and before it’s time for me to leave i’ll bring you through the blinking yellows. theres not enough good in this world at least not for me. theres philanthropists and firefighters and all those nice folks but i want the good for me and there’s not enough of that. i wish I could trust the world the way you do but i like how you trust the world for me. that you trust me enough to love you and to come back. maybe i make you up in my mind but i hope you are real when your back for me to see.

my second favorite place is the parking lot at 11 pm. the music on my radio is picked out specifically and it makes it feel like maybe the world is bad but i can make it go away if I just lay back and look at the sky. the sky can never be bad. the stars can never do me wrong. and perhaps silence is good for me.

#my stuff #poetry #writing #poem #poems #ameteur #female poets #writers and poets #poetic #poets on tumblr

[blank-bread]

I Want to be Loved by a Dog

a/n: hi!!!!! I'll make a proper introduction post later but I wanted to post a set of poems I made during the drive back from Christmas dinner with family. I'll post them separately for archive(?)-purposes. I'm aware they're not the best but like yeah.

Anyways, I hope you like them <3 Tips and comments are appreciated, thank you, happy New Year's Eve!

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I want to be loved by a dog.

And be able to lie down,

Accept the slobber.

But I was raised to crouch,

And think of the bacteria in the saliva.

I extend my hand anyways,

Allow them to trust it

And gently pet their neck.

But I can’t do that.

Avid longing, I let them.

#poetry #poems #ameteur writer #tips appreciated #wrote these at one in the morning #mmm dog metaphors #expect so many of them actually #ive had abbey by mitski stuck in my head the past week #dog metaphor #first post #cant rhyme to save my life #structure my beloved #blank-bread #alliteration #i love you #I'll figure posts out eventually

[littcaffeine]

Don’t worry sun

You’d be loved as much

If only you appeared

Once or twice a month

Like the rain

We would glorify

Awe in your presence

We would say

The sun has arrived

Bright and encompassing

Her beaming light a golden

The way we say

Its raining tonight

What a bizarre form the sky has taken

All around us

She falls as if though she has a mission

In beautiful unison

The rain, she is so moody

Pathos

Like melancholy poetry

Powerful

Extreme she is, and thunderous

Rare

Beauteous

So unlike you, sun

But even then, sun

she comforts us

In the way she

Swallows the earth

While you kiss the plants

The way she

Nurtures

While you lighten

She glistens

The way you burn

While she embraces

She is a mother

You are an absent father

The earth drinks her

And in you,

Passively receives your overbearing affection

In her absence

The earth smells of aromatic love

Lingering

The scent of her touch

- something I wrote when I was sixteen and pretentious, on the kitchen table, the morning after a storm.

#ameteur poetry #poetry #writing #ameteurwriting #writers #poets on tumblr #writingamateur #writer

[quantaspark]

i hope i live long enough for us to meet aliens

not for the goal of dissecting them

no

but for the goal of falling in love with life once more

the miracle of the cold void

the lovechild of starstuff and chemistry

i want to fall in love with you, i want to be there when our probes catch sight of each other

“hello?” “hello?” “please” “hello?”

they say the way to tell if a signal comes from a civilization is by if it repeats

it almost reminds me of that two year old girl who would scream for mommy over and over no matter how badly it hurt her little vocal cords

the relief when we’re answered

“hello. i love you. i’ve been waiting for you. don’t hurt me. you’re beautiful. you’re everything i’d hoped you’d be.”

cold titanium reaches out to cold titanium, would they hold each other on instinct? collide and become the first child born of both societies

maybe we’ll laugh about it under the stars

“we were so far away. how could we have been so far away? i’ve known you my whole life.”

#poetry #writers and poets #writing #ameteur #ouchie #yikes #aliens #tumblr poetry #prose #romanticism #romantic #romanticizing life #biology #chemistry #history #science #scifi

[ghostampede]

(may 7th 2023)

shame wraps around my neck like a snake and sinks it’s teeth into the roots of my neck. and i let it. because sometimes the poison reminds me that i am here. sometimes the burning of my blood is what reminds me i am alive.

#dorian writes #poetry #ameteur poetry #shame

[eapoes-prodigey]

You Scratch My Back, I Scratch Yours

As close as we are

It really can’t last 

The days I could trust you

Have come to pass

You say you’ve done nothing

But I know the truth

I know that you’ve lied 

All throughout your youth

I know you’re lying now

Uttering things like that

I know what you did 

And justice will be had

The lies in your eyes

I know it was you

Who else could it be?

No one else knew

The things you did were horrible

And you claim no one knows

If you’re right, then it’ll stay that way

As the longest winter grows

The hands you used to love

The hands that held you with such care

Shall be the hands that shall leave you

Begging and gasping for air

I know what you did

You can’t deny it anymore

I know what you did

You filthy lying whore

#edgar allan poe is my main inspiration for writing so get ready for more like this #ameteur poet #poetry #poems on tumblr #poem

[ktheqw]

Morning Photography

Empty beer bottles lay lonely and over-cuddled on the kitchen table, the lounge room floor, and near the recycle bin.

Semi-naked and numb from the cold, you wake up next to the love of your life, snoring deeply and looking deathly pale.

Unaware that your lover is waking up, you dash for the toilet, have a quick wash, and start walking on the crunchy grass.

Waking up, you realise the robe chord is a bit loose and there is more on display from the rear than you first thought.

The snapping sound seems distant, yet after thirty or so seconds, you turn around to see your lover snapping your buns.

Initially pissed off, several semi-dark thoughts races through your head until you let it all go, take your robe off, and pose.

#frost #winter morning #candkwords #gippsland poets #ameteur photography #beerlover #you and me #thoughts in words #poetry on tumblr #australianpoetry #original poetry #lovers #pose #very short story #poets and poetry #short story

[goldendunite]

The page is covered in sketched concepts and little snippets of ameteur but still pretty poetry. He’s currently doodling a sleepy bunnie.

*Dunite tries to stifle her smile as she watches him doodle.... he's so cute.*

#thecosmosask #glitteringspells

[cevans-is-classic]

Maladaptive daydreaming

I dream of touching your hand

Feeling your lips,

Listening to your laugh.

I dream of long nights,

coffee mornings

And movies at noon.

I dream of the smell of you on my clothes

To know your secrets

Of your favorites

And your dislikes

I dream with my eyes wide open

Begging to be normal

To get over the dreams

But they bring comfort

Not much else will bring

I dream of a life

Where you know me

And say my name

With a whisper

I dream of calling you

Messages back and forth

Wondering when I'll see you again

I dream of you

Far more than I should

I dream one day you'll think of me

And all my maladaptive daydreams

#this was definitely about pedro pascal #maybe a little abour chris evans #chris evans #pedro pascal #poetry writer #ameteur poet