#fan poetry

[cringeworms]

A short lil Clannibal poem

#posting poetry is so incredibly nerve wracking idk why #so I’m starting small #clannibal #clannibal fanart #clannibal fanfic #clarice x hannibal #hannibal x clarice #clarice starling fanart #clarice starling #sotl #sotl fanart #hannibal 2001 #hannibal book #hannibal books #the silence of the lambs #thomas harris tetralogy #thomas harris #thomas harris books #poetry #fan poetry

[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

[finnpo3try]

Oscar Isaac, John Boyega, Kelly Marie Tran and Daisy Ridley were all out here yelling FinnPoe rights with their whole chests since day one and straight men still have the audacity to say no one except the rainbow mafia wanted this ship to happen.

#finnpoe #finn x poe #finn dameron #finn star wars #poe x finn #fan poetry #stormpilot #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #oscar isaac #john boyega #kelly marie tran #daisy ridley

[specialagentartemis]

I promise this has lore but it’s equally silly, so:

Young Daniel Fenton, only four-and-ten Years on this turning Earth had he yet seen, When the most peculiar machine His parents built, to view beyond their ken. Their disappointment overcame them when It failed; but Daniel, with his interest keen, Made the fateful choice to look again.

A flash! and then his whole world came undone. His atoms ripp'd asunder, in a glow Of green. His hair was bleach'd as white as snow. But he was not alone. A fearful squall Of spirits enter'd Earth under the sun. Phantasmic Daniel, he would catch them all!

#Danny Phantom #fan poetry #Posting from the hospital with garbage internet connection #I’m fine they just need to look at my bones and my Cyborg Parts (titanium pin in my bones) #Anyway. Is it ‘yo’ or ‘young’? Eternal debate it seems! #Also pls don’t @ me about the sonnet form I realized too late

[teaandtoastandthyme]

Apparently I write fan poetry now? Who even knew that was a thing?

Anyway, here's a little poem about Lucy in the Portland Row attic in the rain, as requested by @impossible-improbable

she slips up the staircase

heavy footed 

a cup of tea cooling in her callused hands

pressed by memories 

that don’t belong to her

There is 

Too Much Noise

downstairs 

the attic steps lay softened by shadow

and she breathes

up here, at the top of the house,

everything is clearer

and gentler 

all at once

the rain taps at the roof—

a sound like pebbles

washing against the riverbank 

the wind shudders with her breath

and then sighs

as she spreads across her quilt

distance tempers the blaring kitchen

into warmth,

and the tireless clink of cutlery 

against the ceramic sink 

fades into a comforting background—

a welcome counterpoint to the drip-drop rain

distant thunder rolls in

and blankets the room, 

rumbles of laughter

join from the hallway,

laughter that has walked with her to the end of the world 

and back

it is not quiet—

clipping raindrops

and clanking dishes

and echoing thunder 

and laughter laughter laughter, 

holding the house together at its seams—

but the sounds are hers again

she turns on the light

and smiles

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #save lockwood and co #save lockwood & co #lucy carlyle #original poetry #fan poetry #cozy vibes #poetry #lockwood and co poetry

[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

[heytherecentaurs]

Her Love (Fia & Irina)

At the end of my incessant night she was the dawn, suffusing a sufferer in her lustrous golden mercy; her face aglow in the aureole of my devotion, her eyes illumined mirrors reflected my affection. In the stark interposed lonesome dark, memory of her flickered, a refuge candle burning, and I endured by the warmth of yesteryears’ embers in exile from her ever-light and the glory of her love.

I grew from barren soil in the Reaper’s graceless kingdom, a hopeless waifish wight in his army of the Not-Yet-Dead, a living death, unloving and cruel, for a soul of earnest yearning; I found hopeful sanctuary in her with childish optimism, though misery’s emissary wrenched her from my grasp and condemned my flesh for the virtue of my soul divine. (A soul forever locked to hers like binary stars.) I endured three thousand nights sans the aurora of her love.

At the conclusion of my untamed juvenescence I strode into the unfurled dark well-equipped with the breadth of my tutelage, a blade and a bared heart, searching for starlight in the overcast climate of our age. My companions in stride, I raced into the unknown, delved into the mysteries of god-abandoned Eldermourne, through undead peril persevered and the ethereal veil slipped, to a desolate realm where once more I dreamed of her love.

In the garden of our ecstatic reunion slithered a serpent bearing a crown of untempered knowledge, its divinity a powerful narcotic adulterating her mind, giving impulse and fury dominion over her better nature. Forced to dim the long-sought light of my Dream, as the fires of coronal Cerenysus possessed sweet Irina her supernova snuffed another treasured flame, and in its extinguishment, I wept, despairing her love.

Miracles glorious and divine: resurrection and forgiveness, second chances and fulfilling the promises of our past, we sailed a current of triumphant daybreak towards the undiscovered horizon of buoyant possibility. We learned of each other anew with intimate fervour, supplanting my ache for her with a quenchable thirst; we found home in one another, built it in the peaceful valley and grew a Grove for two, nourished by our love.

—heytherecentaurs

#naddpod #not another dnd podcast #not another d&d podcast #eldermourne #fia boginya #irina avenov #cerenysus #fan fic #fan poetry #emily axford #brian murphy #henry hogfish #hank hogfish #zirk vervain #eldermourne spoilers #I wrote this a while back #but I hesitated to post it because poetry isn’t really my thing #and posting poetry makes me feel self-conscious #hey there centaurs

[vermin-disciple]

With Apologies to Shakespeare

No one's given me a prompt on my shower notepad for awhile, alas, so this morning I scribbled out a Garashir pastiche of my favorite Shakespearean sonnet instead. As you do.

(Transcribed with light editing below the photo. The original poem is Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth, which I memorized on a whim in high school and has thus been rattling around in my brain for the last 20 years or so.)

When my love swears that he is made of truth I do believe him, though I know he lies For his culture finds honesty uncouth (Or so he says, with mischief in his eyes) Whene’er I question him about his aims In response to my many wearied sighs He sits across our table and proclaims That all is true, especially the lies! But when I think on secrets that I keep Not just from him, but all those I love best This seeming lack of trust cuts not so deep For on both sides is simple truth suppressed And I have learned a new truth of my own: That love lies not in trust of words alone.

(Also on AO3)

#I feel like I have achieved new heights (or alternatively sunk to new depths) of nerdism here #aqua love notes waterproof notepad #my fanfic #my poetry #garashir #star trek #ds9 #fanfic #fan poetry #sonnets #poetry #shakespeare #vermin rites

[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

[v2askblog]

(ooc post i just wanted to share this art + thing)

CHILD OF MAN

MADE BY THE HANDS

OF THOSE IT KILLS

SO UNHOLY

SO DEPRAVED

BEYOND DIVINE

ANGEL OF DEATH

TO BRING THE END

TO CARRY THE WORLD

TO CONSUME

FOREVERMORE.

#ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #ultrakill fanart #drawn blood #blood tw #tw blood #fan poetry

[almostmolly]

MY FATHER’S DEAD AND I FEEL OLD

- Succession, “Connor’s Wedding”

Con me into solemnity: send iambs,

call in those steady old soldiering feet

for the 21-gun salute.

Give it to me, the news. Give me

good evening and welcome, give me we’ll be right back

(and there you are).

Gimme thanks for joining us on holidays, maybe.

I’d take it. Take that holly-hollow-holy day pandering

in our small rectangles of light. Children, we watched the day

slide slowly across the floor

tell its whole story on the hardwood

(on the rugs, the mats, the tile).

Tell us dawn is breaking, get up, ask us what do you want,

recount in its unstoppable way its dreams of dust motes and houseplants,

of the dog it rested on an hour.

We watched the day and the door

and backs (our own, hard, a hand, wing)

didn’t touch, don’t. That denial

its own kind of devotion, riverbed-dry and relentless.

And look, I’ve fucked it up: the metre’s gone, the signal’s out,

there’s no more oratory on offer.

No matter (call that my middle name). We’re live again soon anyway.

Good night, and good luck. Inside me a boy rattles, withered,

empty as a gourd. I think your hell will be the desert

they crash the satellites into.

#poetry #poetry on tumblr #succession #parental loss #connor roy #logan roy #fan poetry

[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

[finnpo3try]

I’ve survived FinnPoe not

being canon once before I

think I can do it again

in 2025

(I haven’t lost hope

I realise I have

too much of it)

- rupi kaur (finnpoe snippets version)

#finn star wars #finnpoe #star wars #finn dameron #star wars sequel trilogy #stormpilot #finn x poe #poe x finn #poe dameron #rebel finn #poetry #fan poetry

[estherwordnerd]

So... it's been a whole year since Eve of the Daleks...

This episode means a lot to me, so I wrote something to celebrate a year of thasmin being canon, and to thank everyone who made that happen (including fans).

Happy New Year's Day (aka thasmin day). May our love for 13 never die.

#doctor who #thasmin #thirteen x yaz #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #eve of the daleks #new year's day #eotd #original poetry #my poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #my poem #queer poets on tumblr #queer poetry #poetry #fan poetry #sapphic #sapphic poetry #sapphic ships #queer #lgbtq+ #queer women #sonnet #iambic pentameter #wlw #wlw ship #if anyone wants to share at all just lmk but please give me credit

[potatoobsessed999]

I’ve been wanting to post this somewhere, and I don’t think I want to stick it on Ao3 without the associated fic, which isn’t yet ready. But I still want to share it. So here you go - see what you make of it:

Song composed by a thrall of Morgoth, free in body but still chained in mind and soul

I looked in the mirror, and what did I see

But my glassy twin sister there looking at me?

“Come through!” she said to me. “O, come through and see

All the world topsy-turvy and happy and free!

Come through, my twin sister! Come, come mirror-side

Where the world is all backwards and happy and wide!

Here the Moon shines all day and the Sun shines all night

And the mines are aboveground and darkness is light

And the Sea is the land and the land is the Sea

All the orcs are locked up and the elves all run free

And the wolves are all mousers, the cats chase their tails

The Lieutenant he forges our horseshoes and nails

We sleep all the night long, and we dance through the day

And we get lots of orders we never obey

And the ravens are sweet-voiced, and joyful they sing

For the King is a thrall, and the thralls are all kings.”

#angband #silm fanfic #silm #tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion fanfic #tolkien fanfic #tolkien fanfiction #fan poetry #my writing #my fic #i have a lot of feelings about the oc who composes this in-universe #her fic isn't ready for posting yet #but. just. hope that can only be expressed behind a shield of absurdity #defiance that is already making excuses and apologies for itself - already flinching back in expectation of a blow #(i think she always whispers the last line of the song) #like. this is her going #''i'm not saying this could ever really happen. it's ridiculous. it's nonsense. #but think how *bright* the world would be if it were true'' #and even saying - even conceptualizing - ''if it were true'' #is itself a courageous stand against the forces that are holding her in despair #this is something that can be *thought of* #and that is a very small morsel of hope indeed to try and live on #but it is not nothing #...told you i had a lot of feelings about this oc lol #idk how comprehensible any of this is without context but! oh well!

[chloe-caulfield94]

A Punk's Late Rebellion - a Pricefield fan poem

All human beings

contain contradictions

Mine was, for the longest time

that I combined

a rebellious shell

with a meek mind

No more

Today I stand tall

Defying the universe

and its barbaric laws

I hereby declare these radical

but self-evident

truths

I deserve to live

I deserve love and friendship

I deserve to be chosen

I don't deserve to suffer

I don't deserve to be abused

I don't deserve to be left behind

And if I ever was

broken

then that was a reason to

make me whole again

not to discard me

My life is not a currency

with which to pay

a price

for others

My life has value

in its own right

I am not someone's

coming-of-age adventure

I am her

life journey

I am not a memory

of something I never even

got to experience

locked away under key

in someone's brain

I am her dream

and she is mine

I am not a toy

to be thrown away

after you've had your fun with me

In her eyes, I am priceless

I am not someone's highschool fling

I am her wife

Eleven years it took her

to teach me all of that

I guess despite

my once straight-As student record

I'm a slow learner

My heart had been torn asunder

by neglect and a bullet

She sewed it back together

and jolted me to life

using her awesome power

one which few possess

Love

With her kiss she shared

the breath of life with me

So today, thanks to her

I stand tall

So tall, in fact

that she has to

stand on her toes

to share her breath with me again

#chloe price #max caulfield #pricefield #life is strange #lis #fan poem #fan poetry