#fan poem

[icepopstar5105us]

The Grimwalker Children’s Rhyme

(Headcanons + a handclapping song for fan works)

Thinking of the Boiling Isles and how Grimwalkers are clearly semi-common knowledge. Except, they seem to be more old legends or folk tales. Then, my baby cousin wanted to play ring around the rosie and ‘london bridge’. They both are dark if you look at the historical context, but without it they just sound like nonsensical silliness.

So, I decided to write my own version of what I think a Grimwalker children’s rhyme/song would look like. Specifically as a hand-clapping game or a jumpeope/hopscotch game. Feel free to use it in any works of your own. Just be sure to credit me — My username on every other site is Icey5105

I’m picturing this as the kids don’t know what a Grimwalker is and no one actually knows the whole process to make a Grimwalker anymore. As for the history, I’m following a head canon I’ve seen before that Grimwalkers used to be primarily to give grieving mothers a way to still have their dead or stillborn babies. Possibly even without the understanding that this isn’t their actual child that’s been revived, but a clone. It used to be a much more common practice before Palistrom started becoming harder to find or maybe they realized that Grimwalkers weren’t actually the same people anymore so they got a bad rep. There were likely some discrimination/judgment over them, because they aren’t witches and if the lack of magic isn’t just a Hunter thing… yeah. They would not be treated fairly.

Anyway, here we are! The Grimwalker Children’s Rhyme:

Grimwalker, Grimwalker,

One two three.

My baby is lost to me.

Grimwalker, Grimwalker,

Four, five, six,

Toss him in with palistrom sticks.

Grimwalker, Grimwalker,

Seven, eight, nine.

Bury him and he’ll be fine.

Grimwalker, Grimwalker,

Clock strikes ten.

Now my baby’s back again.

#hunter the owl house #grimwalker #emperor belos #the owl house #lore #owl house #toh #toh lore #hunter toh #golden guard #head canon #grimwalker lore #caleb wittebane #boiling isles #poem #fanfic #fan poem #children #children rhymes #children songs #children games #childhood #fantasy #worldbuilding

[soupthatistohot]

I wrote a poem from chuuya's pov!!

(I suck at titling so don't judge this)

O grantors of dark disgrace I feel like I’ve spent my life licking my wounds, ripping open stitches before they get to heal.

Destruction runs through my veins, lifeblood, I unleash it. Maybe one day it’ll kill me. Maybe I don’t care.

You always bring me back from the brink, breathe life back into this body. This trust we have, it’s fickle yet firm, it continues to pulse despite everything.

And you say “humans are hypocrites,” well, then we must be the most humanlike monsters to have ever lived.

#chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #skk #soukoku #fanfiction #sort of?? does this count as fanfic? #fan poetry #fan poem #soup writes

[misted-buttercup-enjoyer]

Haikus for the Fallen Humans

Hope stopped believing

That humanity’s core was

Good, despite it all

Patience was tired

Of waiting for their life to

Improve on its own

Bravery was scared

They had messed up too badly

To just return home.

Integrity was

Living a lie and saw no

Attention was paid.

Perseverance just

Could not find a way to go

On another day

Kindness withheld it

From themself and fell to hell

Cruelty to themself

Justice was offered

To an unjust cause and

The cycle goes on

Determination

Gave up.

#Frisk is determination and Chara is hope just to clarify #frisk undertale #frisk dreemurr #frisk #chara undertale #chara dreemurr #chara #the six fallen humans #the fallen humans #ut #cyan soul #orange soul #blue soul #purple soul #green soul #yellow soul #red soul #fan poem #haiku #haiku poem #my poem #saturday fanwork

[nopenototdaysatan]

RavioliShipWeek

Day 1: Love (Platonic/Romantic/Friend) or Favorite Au

Like a Shooting Star

The chill of a spring night blows through them.

Scarves swaying, skirts rustling

Hands clasped together for heat and

A blanket pulled close around two shoulders 

side by side.

There’s a darkness all around

But a lightness in their hearts.

The quiet of the night

Battling against their soft voices.

Sitting down, leaning back

Looking up; there they are.

A million stars to stare at

A thousand to name,

And one night to enjoy them all.

“That star is called the lion in Labrynna”

Says one pointing out a constellation. 

“Really? It’s so different in Lorule.”

Says the other smiling.

Hundreds of names for stars

But only one for this: Love. 

Heads tilted towards each other

And smiles only for one another.

A small moment in the world

But an important moment in life.

Just laughter and fun

Romance and companionship.

#raviolishipweek #ravioli ship #satan does a fan event #satan screams at a word doc #linked universe #lu legend #loz #legend of zelda #lu ravio #albw link #albw ravio #fluff #fan poetry #fan poem #my poetry

[verilyproductions]

Sweet Song

Just a little Wolfstar poem I wrote. Watching Teen Wolf I learned that wolves go for the throat when they kill, adding to my headcannon that Remus is quite protective of his neck, but he trusts Sirius.

The strings of my heart lay in the veins of my neck,

You are so close, I feel your breath

You who could cut, rip, and kill

Choose to play a sweet song instead

#wolfstar #happy birthday to mr lupin #march 10th #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #fan poem

[lovelyunknown]

N’s Lament (One Moment More)

I know sacrifice. It’s worth the full price, To hold one moment more within my hands. I won't take your life. She can’t make me decide That the world is worth more without you. So hold my hand in yours, And spend one moment more With me, before the end of the world. Lets run under the dark With nothing but our spark And the ticking of the clock within our hearts.

#Nuzi angst go brr in my head so I made an N poem thats sad #Yes its supposed to feel like a response to eternal dream #murder drones #murder drones n #n murder drones #n md #serial designation n #nuzi #murder drones nuzi #biscuit bites #fan poem #poetry #fanworks by me

[crypticpawpoems]

Joker Acronym

Just the greatest and most

Outrageous psychotic

Killer! He is

Everything you could ever want,

Right down to his ruby red smile.

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Follow on TikTok @crypticpaw.official

#poem #poetry #crypticpaw #poets of tumblr #authors of tumblr #writers of tumblr #fan poem #dark #fan fiction #acronym #dark poetry #joker #dc joker #dc comics #dc universe #dc villains #villains #supervillains #insanity #madness #crazy #psychopath #quick #short #batman #gotham #gotham city #arkham #arkham asylum

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Hello?

I call,

No one hears.

Hello?

I scream,

Call out my fears.

They don’t listen.

They never do.

Just wait another day,

You won’t see any blue.

I’m tired,

I’m done.

I’m sick,

I’ve won.

You’ll all be sorry,

For how you’ve ignored me,

Because I’m done being calm,

I’m going to be free.

#sanders sides #sanders sides poem #my poems #my poem #poem #poetry #logan sanders #ts Logan #fan poem #I just think he should be upset !

[chloe-caulfield94]

A Miracle I Chose Not to Perform - a LiS fan poem

On a surprisingly sunny and warm day in October

a genuine miracle was about to happen

In spite of the consequences of their actions

(and fitting conclusions to their character arcs)

emerging from the ocean and coming their way

the following wonderful people would be spared:

A promising young artist would be allowed

to keep making his haunting works

after just a brief three year stay

in an institution run by those

who clearly fail to comprehend

that in pursuit of real art

sacrifices must be made

Some shallow graves simply need to be filled

with whores

I mean sluts

I mean models

if truth and beauty are to be discovered

An ambitious businessman would be allowed to keep

the spirit of entrepreneurship alive

by selling his intoxicatingly enticing wares

to the most challenging customers of all – schoolchildren

And I’m sure that such a nice, hard-working man

would soon find a new, suitably young match

to replace the one he killed with his product

One that would understand

that after a hard day’s work

(and tasting his own stash)

a “man” has the right to explode into a blind rage

A devoted school principal and brave boys in blue

would be allowed to keep supplementing their incomes

(which are absolutely inadequate, when you factor in how much they care about the people they teach, protect and serve)

with envelopes coming from

a pillar of local community

for keeping the young artist’s career

under wraps

A valued member of the student body

would be allowed to teach

many a more stuck-up prudes

a lesson using her phone camera

having never been made aware

that other people have feelings too

All those wonderfully revolting things

would be allowed to happen

for a low tall Price

of just one murdered girl

What is the murder of a single girl

if it allows the putrid entrails

of a scenic Oregon town

to keep on churning

An irrationally angry girl

who had the audacity to confront

the boy who'd merely roofied her

Big deal!

He only wanted to

do something beautiful to her

and he would have

had she not unceremoniously fled

while she was still alive

How rude!

But you can’t expect class

from a scholarship kid in tattered clothes

Forgive my sarcasm dripping from the page

I will now speak plainly

The miracle described above I chose not to perform

I decided that just this once

friendship

should carry more weight

than the cruelty of evildoers

One ghoul pierced her heart

with a bullet-tipped spear

Another placed a red crown of thorns

on her forehead

Conquering her fear she didn’t cry

„Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani”

No, instead she handed me

the final nail

and begged me to hammer it

so that others might live while she would die

But despite her bravery

in the face of oblivion

(or perhaps because of it)

a blue-winged seraph was sent down

to defend her life

Nobody would miss her

the promising artist said

and if I had let her cross be raised

I would’ve proven him right

Nothing ever is worth someone

being murdered

Nothing ever is worth someone

dying alone, abandoned, hopeless and afraid

And for that reason

unlike two millennia ago in Palestine

expiation was denied

to those who required it the most

but deserved it not

I made sure of that

by pulling the would-be Christ of Arcadia Bay

down from her cross

Even though two nails

had already been driven

her hands, feet, heart and brow

bear no holes

My supposed crime is digging out of her heart

a bullet fired by

the promising artist

Shouldn’t the fault lie with the one

who aimed the gun and pulled the trigger?

I never claimed to be a hero

and if saving a friend's life is a sin

then I’m the greatest sinner

(and unrepentant one at that)

Once you cut out all hope

from your own friend’s heart

and you nail their body to a cross

once you’re smiling over their coffin

bloody knife and hammer in your hands

once you selfishly reduce

the light of their life

to a memory locked away

in your brain

then you can judge me

But know that

I don’t care about the verdicts

of ghouls

Isn’t it written

that whoever saves a life

is considered to have saved

the whole world?

So by digging the bullet out of her heart

I saved her world

my world

our world

the world

She was the Price to be paid

for sparing Arcadia Bay

from its fate

I refused that bargain

because who in their right mind

would pay with the world

for a town?

All the fine people described at the begininng

casual in their cruelty

banal in their evil

learnt an important lesson

(and for some of them it was their last):

sometimes hatred and disdain sown

become a Storm reaped

So on an unsurprisingly cold and stormy day in October

the miracle turned out to be

how such a tiny town could've fit

so much cruelty

before it burst at the seams

and that the seeds of the Storm

sown by its dwellers every day

took that long to yield crop

#life is strange #lis #fan poem #fan poetry #chloe price #max caulfield #pricefield #victoria chase #frank bowers #principal wells #arcadia bay #nathan prescott

[england-would-fall]

request for poetry . . .

I particularly love ee cummings

"since feeling is first "might work for your fic?

******

since feeling is first who pays any attention  to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world

my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate  than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

good god, this is perfect! thank you SO MUCH! Would you be comfortable being tagged in a thank you note when my next chapter goes up?

#e e cummings #this is brilliant #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #rwrb movie #fanfiction #henry fox #ylhc #poetry #fan poem #wip

[noose-lion]

Bang

When we first met my insides howled with rage at the black brand around your shoulders

At the too-big coat that marked you as the enemy

When I attacked, you folded easily, like grass underfoot

Your body weaker then mine

But you were not afraid.

No. You smiled up at me.

For as pinned as you were beneath my boot, you had no fear of the monster I could become

Your soul as black and absent as it may seem, matched mine stide by stride

Bang

When my world crumbled around me

You were there

You pulled me from the brink as many times as was needed

Your touch washing away the anger and the fear that drove me to the edge of inhumanity

You were cruel in the way only children could be

But still you knew when to be gentle

For every near-broken step I made forward, you matched with one of your own

Bang

You left

Burning leather and heat warped metal, your only goodbye

Your steps had left my side

Bang

Our reunion was like a pair of birds promised to eachother meeting after a long winter season

Meaner, and sharper we were

But still, we knew eachother

And what seemed cruel to those outside our orbit, was a familiar and well practiced dance

Our steps once more in sync

Bang

You sit broken before me

I've found you in sterile, white halls, the trail of your blood proof of how you drug yourself there like a wounded animal

Like a old creature isolating itself to die

I am not the same

Some other force puppeting my actions

I think you are afraid, close to it

I am not the man you know

My hand raises, weapon in hand

Your voice holds and edge that never reaches me

My fingers squeeze

Bang

Bang

Bang

#poetry #fan poem #bsd #my stuff #bsd chapter 109 #bsd season 5 #bsd spoilers #screaming into the void #and the void screams back #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bungou gay dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #jester's scripture #bsd fic

[marchtooctober]

#spy x family #sxf #loid forger #loiyor #yor forger #fan poem #upper image is my recent loiyor fanart on my art blog

[miladyh]

Adult

Summary: What does an Adult think of Living Dolls? A poem. First in a collection.

Rating: PG (T in Ao3 ratings) for thematic material. No content warnings.

#poetry #shadows house #slant rhyme #traditional rhyme #screen reader compatible #screen reader friendly #fanfiction #milady’s fanfiction #fan poetry #fan poem #milady's fan poetry #shadow house #シャドーハウス

[nopenototdaysatan]

It. Is. Time. To start my next series. Welcome back! This time Vidow is on the chopping blocks and oh man is it gonna be good.... And long. Like excruciating levels of long. I promise we'll get through this together.

Good news for everyone this time I have the first three poems complete so I'll be posting those three once a week for the next couple of weeks. Huzzah! Let's start with some Vio this week.

Our Dreams are Reality...Or are they?

Chapter 1: Staring Out a Window

I miss you.

I see you in the shadows of my room,

I feel you in the cold breath of a winter’s morning.

I hear you in the chatter of happy friends.

I wish you weren’t gone,

Because I can no longer feel

Your hands on my shoulders.

Nor the taste of the drinks

We once shared together.

Staring out of a window

As the clouds roll on in

Wondering desperately

If you would have enjoyed it.

Seeing so many words

On a page of my favorite

Wondering desperately

If you would have laughed with me at it.

Tasting a new kind of dish

Filled with herbs and numerous spices

Wondering desperately

If you would have cried with me while eating it

Hearing a favorite melody

A song with so much percussion

Wondering desperately

Would you have played it with me?

Meeting old and new friends

Touch freely given among acquaintances

Wondering desperately

Would you have wanted to meet them as well?

...

And yet as much as I dream;

As much as I hope and I wish

With all my might to change that.

You never will.

#satan screams at a word doc #hurting and healing the fan poem #vidow #vio x shadow #vio link #shadow link #fan poetry #fan poem #poem #legend of zelda four swords #four swords manga #legend of zelda #zelda can do no wrong agenda #vidow trying to pretend they don't have problems #giving all of my sanity to the blorbos in exchange for serotonin #act 1 begins now! #you may curse me at any time to feed my angst loving soul and therefore get more chapters

[verilyproductions]

River

A Lams inspired poem

To speak to you is to the understand the flow of a river

It does not overthink, it does not hesitate, it simply flows

Others may grow jealous but I will never cease to crave the wonders of wandering in the waters

Swept along by the currents

All else seems sickening slow compared to you

Even now

To write this

I long for the river

#lams #amrev #hamilton x laurens #poetry #fan poem

[niseag-arts]

The Canticle of the Grand Machine

we are the seekers of our knowledge we are the bearers of the true pledge surrounded by the whistling steam cogs within the grand machine We follow thus our fascinations The Omnissiah’s machinations sound the canticle serene cogs within the grand machine

we are protectors of mankind we’re with the will of Mars aligned we’re no guardsman nor marine but cogs within the grand machine

We have build for the empire cities, hives, shrines and spires Watch our iron glint and sheen cogs within the grand machine

We explore the galaxy In name of Humanity Go to places never seen as cogs within the grand machine

The flesh it has been left behind The Omnissiah’s path was signed We are tireless and keen cogs within the grand machine

#i wrote a poem #warhammer 40k #fan poem #admech #adeptus mechanicus #fanwork #poetry #idk hope you like it