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#cynical poems
quaranmine · 9 months
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i think the whole cringe is dead, radical sincerity, depth of genuine emotion, earnest effort, and unironic love thing that tumblr has going on the past few years has transformed my outlook on things and changed me for the better. but it does mean that now the people i know irl will give me strange looks for being too sappy or too poetic or too dedicated or too excited about about something because they're still stuck in their "well i only like this ironically" phase. guess that's their problem tho not mine <3
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poems for Grac(i)e - (for @imissthembutitwasntadisaster on her birthday)
Maggie Smith, Good Bones // Gerard Way, How It's Going To Be // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Griff, Vertigo // Elizabeth Bishop, One Art // Taylor Swift, You're On Your Own, Kid // Kim Stafford, At The Student Poetry Reading // Fall Out Boy, Baby Annihilation // @/daisies-on-a-cup // Stephen King, It
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thesorcererpoet · 6 days
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Hustle Culture
Stuck, transitioned out of reason
and bit the feeding hand
for a drop of feeble nourishment.
He said, “I’ve spent my head
on the world and there isn’t
much left that suits my
shrinking pallet.”
These paupers paused
in the action,
eyes glazed with anticipation
of another falling coin.
They dressed in famous names
but were naked in the midday sun.
They shrieked aimlessly
for the attention of the masses
hoping to influence the motion
of a tidal wave of cattle.
The cows shrieked back,
“Just another click and it
can all be yours”.
I scrolled by aimlessly,
not even registering their plight.
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cynicism-and-idealism · 10 months
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We love hungrily consuming poetry.
Someone said the quiet part out loud.
What we're devouring is vicarious vulnerability.
We're starving to express ourselves safely.
I love
I desire
I need
I hurt
I grieve
I feel...
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agnesmontague · 1 year
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this is the most amazing """critique""" of a poem i have ever read in my entire life. i literally cannot even be angry. this is the cinemasins sensibility taken to its logical endpoint. the crystalized essence of anti-metaphor anti-imagery brainpoisoning. the walking embodiment of the reddit persona. please, GoodIntroduction6344, lend me your brain. i too would like to see the world sometime as a rock does
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thecynical-idealist · 5 months
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Winter is coming and
I'm counting all the chances that I let go.
There are dead stars on the kitchen table.
All of them are mine.
- "Disenchanted", The Cynical Idealist.
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lionofchaeronea · 1 year
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Diogenes the Cynic Speaks His Piece
Anthologia Palatina 7.66=Honestus A staff, a wallet, a two-ply cloak: While wise Diogenes lived These were his burden so very light. To the ferryman I bring all, For I’ve left nothing up on Earth; But, Cerberus dog, fawn on me, Mr. Dog. βάκτρον καὶ πήρη καὶ διπλόον εἷμα σοφοῖο Διογένευς βιότου φόρτος ὁ κουφότατος. πάντα φέρω πορθμῆι: λέλοιπα γὰρ οὐδὲν ὑπὲρ γῆς: ἀλλὰ κύον σαίνοις Κέρβερε τόν με κύνα.
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Diogenes, Jules Bastien-Lepage, 1873
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thisismydomian · 27 days
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I don’t blame the cynic, the same way I don’t blame Medusa for turning men to stone, an addict for using coke, a dog for biting someone they don’t know. When the world gives you hope and in fear that turns caution, you turn mad at the bars you set by a positive assumption. Only knowing exhaustion.
The brave endure, while the hurt weep.
The hopeful ones prevail, the cautious ones want to sleep.
I don’t blame the cynic.
When it gets dark out almost all creatures want to fall asleep.
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imaginemirage · 1 year
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Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.
George Carlin
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i-want-to-be-a-poet · 4 months
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thebooknurse · 1 month
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I fear that my job is ruining me
I can see my compassion falling
Slike grains of sand slipping through my fingers
I cannot hold onto it much longer
When you watch someone die
Or break your own back to keep them alive
You start to crumble
So when your friend calls you upset
Because the boy that she likes
Does not like her back
Your world does not feel like it is ending
Even though hers stops spinning
You do not wrap her in your arms like you once did
Telling her it will all be okay
You tell her it is not a big deal
Forgetting to her that it is
-TB Nurse
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oddish-prose · 2 months
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I think I'd rather fall on my very own sword than be a cynic.
That blade edge is near and my sadness feels so deep. God, I'm so tired.
- a haiku, duh
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there is something off.
my eyes are teary and i look at my shattered reflection, confused.
i don’t recognise the girl staring back at me.
what is wrong with me? i don’t understand myself anymore.
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writingandmybrain · 5 months
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11.26.2023
1/100 days of productivity
- Clear off desk ✅
- Tidy room ✅
- Work on u6a1 ✅
Body/Self care
-Exercise 20 minutes ✅
-Shower ✅
🎧: Cynic by Noah Kahan
📖: Home by Whitney Hanson
Today I started the 100 days of productivity. I worked in short bursts on an essay I have been putting off for over a week. I did a quick house reset - I can finally see the laundry room floors, dishes are done, my bedroom is organized. Made sure to practice self care with my body - exercised for about 25 minutes and made sure to eat three meals. Though, I probably drank too much soda. Little things, little things. I have to go back to work tomorrow, but I will definitely be doing more of these little study sessions. The first two went so well, no distractions. I used the forest app to lock out my phone. Will need to move to a private space when family members are home, but that’s the cost of living at home.
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nameless-poet · 6 months
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I AM
I am a far gone optimist A hopeless hoping optimist Blistering bruised bloody fingers optimist A dirt under her fingernails And blue-black in his face Kind of optimist An unholy holy child A heretic and a blasphemer against the doctrines that hurt A broken and golden kind of optimist I am a god damned fucking optimist And damn me And damn this world If we can't be better And live live live Blistering and dirty and bloody and bruised Broken and haunted and holy and whole
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mimimurmurs · 1 year
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my father has earned his cynicism, he wears it proudly. i don't know much about the way he furnishes his thoughts. only that i wish he would open the curtains. i wish he would let some light in.
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