#fandom poetry

[between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place]

"Frozen": a Faux-Blackout Poem

a February fill for Build-a-Bucky Bingo @buckybarnesevents, Prompt: Frozen/Cryo

And just the poem, in an easier to read format:

Frozen he dreams? alone a man pulled out of time his future stolen, poor soldier erased.

Thanks to the lovely peeps making this event (and many others) happen 🥰 I told myself to just make a small little thing. I don't know if I'm super happy with the execution of this, but I still like the idea of it.

My previous bingo fill: half agony, half hope (a Stucky Regency AU)

My bingo card so far:

#babb2023 #build a bucky bingo 2023 #writing things #bucky barnes #or you could also argue: #steve rogers #poetry #fandom poetry

[animehellscape]

Scar worship vashwood.

Gentle kisses, grazing lips over the numb skin of deep, gouging scars.

Tongue dragging over the sensitive ripples of skin where any touch hurts like the weapon that scarred.

Pecks on bullet holes.

Nails tapping over metal.

Hand splayed over clear skin that should be ripped to shreds.

Stories told in hushed voices like the desert hears their history. Like the sand wasn't stained with their blood.

#ficlet #headcanon #how to tag #scars #scar worship #nonsexual intimacy #intamacy #love #vashwood #vash trigun #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #mine #poetry #i guess thats closest #fandom poetry #trigun stampede #most of mine are numb so im working off what i know

[puddingcatbeans]

a poem for the superhero's sidekick.

you want to save the world so bad

your shoulders grow broader every year, but never broad enough atlas, a nightmare; you, a half-hearted caricature

the plot twists never stop coming and you break your ankles to make up for it even as the skies fall beneath your pointed toes scared little boys weren't made to fly, but you made wings out of the cape and leapt off rooftops, because

you want to save the world so bad

your scars are proof you existed in the multiple multiverses real enough to ache, but never deep enough to make you look your age

and the villains keep coming back, but your loved ones only rise from the graves to haunt your sleep so you stop making your bed because little soldier boys rarely come home

you want to save the world so bad

your name is stolen artifact heavier than a crown and shattered thrice over, but you wear it with weary pride a single pillar of light in this war you find harder to believe in every day

it's not fair, life has never played fair— you in those legacy colours will only ever die a hero, never a boy that wanted to save the world so bad

he forgot to save himself.

#dc robin #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #dc comics #wrote this in a fever dream and left it in my drafts for a bit #anyway. have some feels #beanstalks #fandom poetry

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Retirement

Sometimes Aziraphale forgets

about the apocalypse that wasn’t

about angry demons

and self-righteous angels.

He forgets about the Arrangement

and secret meetings

and the deep,

hidden

fear

of

rejection.

…because here,

right now,

every day

is a new kind of

perfect.

Crowley leans out

the open window

to catch Aziraphale’s eye.

Tea’s on, angel.

There’s even a few biscuits

left in the tin.

Aziraphale smiles,

radiant,

and a warm glow

fills

his heart.

Perfect!

He claps

his hands together

twice

then makes his way

through the garden

to their cottage’s

blue door,

looking for tea

and biscuits

and his

love.

NaPoWriMo day 14.2 - ineffable husbands

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2024 #ineffable husbands #good omens #post canon #fandom poetry #fluff

[mareenavee]

Amaranthine

For Indoril Jinumon, for January's Prompt:

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

The Nerevarine answers Vivec's musings in Metempsychosis.

Amaranthine

I have had the misfortune of knowing you – the god whose power was borrowed from the Heart of this world. Half-golden light, half-darkness – all blight, awash with empty words which so few will ever understand. I asked for peace. You gave me lies. No matter how hard I tried, I could not escape my fate. You say you have seen a tear in the tapestry, the blank space which became my place in lore and legacy. You’ve killed for less. I’ve killed for more. The blood on my hands will not wash clean – not after all I have done. Not after all I have been. Or will be.

My illusion of freedom was sundered the second I set foot in Seyda Neen. I could not know it then, not as time bent and warped around me. Sunset staining the far horizon red, all that was left was to move forward. Through dust and uncertainty, I persisted. And still do. And will. Because I must – or else, what then? Yet you, in your great wisdom, and with great force, insisted I turn back – as if destiny was so simple to twist out of shape, or cut away with blades unseen.

You’d tried that once – ages ago, while ash and magma flowed. The Heart. The argument. The spear that pierced, cracking spine and sternum. Things I should not remember. Yet, in dreams – if they are to be trusted – I do. Though my skin no longer bears its scars, the mark of betrayal remains – a stain on my soul, reborn into new vessel time and time again. I did not want to believe, until I saw the grief in your eyes. You seek forgiveness. I offer only that which you deserve. Sorrow, the haunting of a hollow promise – shattered, shapeless – and the memory of murder most foul. -> Read the rest on AO3

#MareenaWrites #Spoken Word Poetry #Fandom Poetry #TES Poetry #Metempsychosis #Amaranthine #Nerevarine #Vivec #tes #tesblr #tes fic #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fic #morrowind #morrowind fic #fanfic #fic #fanficblr #ficblr #writblr #writeblr

[sparky-cryptidcrafts]

"There's no time to rest.

Always a work in progress,

Always a regress.

If she could just catch her breath,

She'd have time to save who's left."

A character poem in the form of a tanka. I wrote for Dr. Holiday.

I'm super new to poems but I had alot of fun writing it. I love her so much.

#generator rex #man of action #cartoon network #rebecca holiday #dr holiday #generator rex dr holiday #doc holliday #tanka poetry #fandom poetry #amateur poetry

[sparrowsworkshop]

"Tailgated" by OneWingedSparrow

Fic Summary: A mid-TFP exploration of Arcee's thoughts towards Tailgate, who died long ago, and her current status. Though the light of a spark may have long been extinguished, the embers of memory never truly turn cold.

Main Tags: Arcee & Tailgate, Arcee & Optimus Prime, Major Character Death, Grief, Loss, Rhyming Poetry Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! ~

Tailgated

Headlights on my six, so much higher than the road; With might to stun the stars, they beam far beyond my own Long as I'm in this lane, I know that I cannot escape you... No way I can evade the grill that's filling up my rearview Those humans have a word that's strangely like your name I froze first time I heard; it hurts, you know…

Tailgate:

It means to tag along, you see, and far too near for comfort— A ghost drifting the track with ease, no hurt, no fear, an expert Shaving off the seconds, tearing up the competition Braving all the wreckage of a fateful Premonition... I lose my breath, afraid...to rush would be to fail; I cannot let your presence push me over the guardrail... To speed will be unwise; no sense in feeding stressing pressure To brake is a mistake; an aching, high-stakes fender bender To slow would be ideal… But I am so weary of dealing... Oh, how healing is disguised as a pain most unappealing. All I can do is what He said: Keep my optics on the road, And let the highway guide me till the moonlight leads me home. I know I'll see you soon...and catch the ghost that passed me by... For now, my lap’s still on; I’m still far from that finish line. He told me something once that transformed the way I drive... The longer we remain alert, The longer we Remain alive.

~

#thanks for reading <3 #sparrow poetry #transformers #maccadam #arcee #tfp arcee #tailgate #poetry #fandom poetry #transformers prime #tailgated #grief #major character death #optimus prime #is this connected to my other arcee & optimus fics? yes ;)

[azurecake16]

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom:

Double Life SMP

Character:

Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Additional Tags:

Also like. Implied desert duo?, its sublte but ya know, Prose Poem, Angst with a Happy Ending, Double Life SMP Spoilers, Minor Violence, Pearl | PearlescentMoon-centric

Part 2 of Fandom Poems

Summary:

Author is not normal about dl!Pearl

#azure writes #double life #scarlet pearl #pearlescentmoon #traffic smp #fandom poetry #double life fanfic

[fading-adhd-hyperfixator]

i wrote a lightbrush poem because i need them

anyways tw for mentions of stabbing, spoilers and heartbreak?

The first time I saw you

Was the best time of my life, I knew

When I saw you there, slim and tall

I couldn’t have been more giddy, not at all.

I did a good job of hiding it

When I smiled while you had a fit

I pretended to be oblivious

While you acted so bivious

The day we hung out in the corner

While you told me, being a scorner

How they didn’t know there was a ‘c’

I think that we would both agree

I kept you close to me

When i should’ve let you free

While you were voted out

I tried so hard not to pout

I never got to tell you

And this really made me feel quite blue

The words I thought were better unsaid

But now you’re not on the path I tread

I may be bleeding now

But i cannot allow

You to be away from me

But you won’t listen to my plea

I may be acting petty

But i’m not truly ready

For the day we’ll have to part

(It’d feel better if you’d just stabbed my heart)

~ ~ ~

i think lightbulb would've written this at some point during season 2 after paintbrush's elimination

she wasn't ready. she really wasn't. she should've said something sooner. but now they're gone. and she can't do anything about it.

#inanimate insanity #paintbrush x lightbulb #ii lightbulb #inanimate insanity lightbulb #paintbrush #paintbrush ii #ii #poems on tumblr #poetry #fandom poetry #love poem #tw stabbing #tw heartbreak #osc #iii #ii paintbrush #lightbrush #paintbulb #ii spoilers #tw spoilers

[archiveofanna24]

Fire and Thorns

Prompt for the Keep the Flame Alive event! @toarisetheflame

Cross posted on ao3 here

Your skin burns when you touch it You may not feel it, but your hands are red, blistered Orange flames lick the side of your face You are a fighter With a weapon no one else can wield You may not know your past but you know your future You fight for freedom As your mentor before you You arise Their skin burns when they touch you Purple electric vines surround them The pain from your thorns is red hot, seering You are a fighter  Your weapon is your curse   You may not know your future but you know your past You fight to stop evil Even if the evil is you  You arise Fire and thorns The man who can’t feel pain And the woman who inflicts it The journey you will go on is long, taxing The odds are against you But despite it all You arise

#tales of arise #keep the flame alive #alphen #shionne #poem #poetry #fandom poetry

[obisangell]

poem i wrote inspired by order 66 and the end of the clone wars with focus on ani, ofc

🌸🪷🌸🪷🌸🪷🌸🪷🌸🪷

Hard pill to swallow,

Another world tomorrow,

Our lives in the ashes beneath our feet,

I'm baring my teeth,

You're saying my prayers,

The sun disappears,

Behind these red flares.

The thunder of soldiers,

Fulfilling their vow,

The blood sprays around us,

He's tricking the crowd.

You've seen the best of me,

Your wife is in shock.

You feel like a failure,

God tells you you're not.

Anxiety swallows your heart in one whole,

The father inside you screams for control.

Your sister's alone,

It's her final stand,

He swears that he loves you,

But he's playing their hand.

You cry like a boy,

But you kill like a man.

The Senate is bleeding,

Sirens play like a band.

Fire around you,

She's down on the floor,

You dealt with the devil,

But God you want more.

Your brothers against you,

Heart slams against yours,

Ashes to ashes,

Burns to your core.

The screams of your lover,

The death of your brother,

Your sister is grown,

Your mother is gone.

Tar on your lies,

Mask on your eyes,

Son, this is glory,

The start of your story.

#sw prequels #star wars #tcw #star wars aesthetic #anakin Skywalker #poetry #poems #fandom poetry #fan writing #darth vader #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #padme amidala

[rafaelblackbird15]

A Smile Under Your Chin

poem 2

This poem was written for Spencer Reid and Elle Greenaway.

*

* (poem 1)

*

I couldn't feel the scars I could hear in your voice,

The ones climbing down your back,

Where my arms cross them like railroads.

Your clothes held them back,

But they touched me anyway,

With the sound of your silence,

Rippling stillness and

A smile under your chin.

Like a statue of liberty,

Your words rocked me to myself again,

For a moment,

And maybe longer.

Maybe my whole life.

*

You wove me back together like a singing cello that night,

When I never asked,

I railed and bit and fought and killed something inside,

But you held your heart open anyway.

I'll always remember what you said, you told me,

'To feel alone is worse than being alone.'

*

I could feel through the lines of bravery in the fibres of your wonderous mind,

The many people in life who came before me.

*

The hundreds who trip off the tongue like mould sinking beneath your skin,

Those who took from you,

Pulled the attached strings of your veins out from your arms and left you exposed to the cold air and the colder faces.

*

The small many who left their imprint like a birthmark,

All over you they are written in black magic ink,

The best ones between the lines,

Warming your heart each day.

*

I can feel all their lives flowing through your bloodstream and into mine,

Parting suspense like the red sea.

For every person who gave you comfort,

I've felt you give some to me,

For every person who took your kindness and ran away,

I've seen you place your trust in me,

For every person who tore you down and left you alone,

I know you give to me what you never had from them.

*

And I just hope one day,

To be one of those who gives you reason to love others like you have loved me.

*

****************

The poems are about an embrace between two people who have come back to each other after some time has passed and they have both changed. One of them didn't understand the other's pain and then they circled back and found them again, filled with understanding.

Both poems are from the perspective of one person. The speaking of the other person is through their actions and affect on the person who's pov is being read.

#criminal minds #spencelle #Spencer Reid #Elle Greenaway #lola glaudini #mgg #matthew gray gubler #poetry #poem #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom poetry

[chiaroescuro]

I want Goshiki to cry. I want Goshiki to cry to unmake the knots on his spine, to relive the burden of the world on his back, to feel alive and dead once again. I want Goshiki to cry cause he saw the sharped teeth of bitterness, and it smile to him. No one will never know how he felt, no one had their dreams fullfiled, right in front of them, by somebody else.

I want Goshiki to cry, cause parallel universes are the worst thing ever. If only he were born in a different place, if only he were the protagonist of his life. If only he had trained a little bit more, had tried a little bit harder, had started earlyer, had focoused more. If only he were stronger, kinder, cooler, better. If, if, if, if, if, if, if, if.

I want Goshiki to cry cause everybody moved on and left him with only glass and lies in his hands. He were a great kid, he were, everyone told him that, but the world is too big. The world is too big and not everyone can be special. Some of them have to stay back, and look at the past, and recognize maybe their fate is to be weak.

I want Goshiki to cry cause I know he will. He will cry bloody ultraviolet tears and it will be the prettiest thing ever. He will cry for everyone who said he was insane, and everyone who loves him, and everyone in between. He will cry cause his bones are made of dust, and his soul is made of lightnings, and his dreams are not even his anymore.

I want Goshiki to cry, so, so, so much. I need him to cry, so I can wipe his tears out, feel my blood in my veins and discover his tears were mine too.

But, specialy, I want Goshiki to cry cause I know he will always smile again after it.

#goshiki tsutomu #hq goshiki #goshiki kin #haikyuu!! #hq #shiratorizawa #fandom poetry #feelings #i am projecting #but i'm okay #We always smile after all

[unfathomable-understanding]

Listen, love (a Zukka poem)

Listen, love, I have a few things to ask:

I have been thinking about our skins.

How

Bright the dark of your knee is to mine,

And how the red of my cheek is too harsh to yours, darling

Could you close your eyes, love, for me ?

Could you ignore the fire tainting my skin ?

Could you see the depth of me and still find me worthy of adoration ?

Could you cradle my face and kiss it, sweetheart, everywhere you can reach ?

It would sooth the aches, love, I think.

I could give you my everything, mon amour

I could let myself burn at your fingertips, darling

I could let the wave of your words drown me, 亲爱的

I could trust your hands around my neck, aakuluk.

Our knuckles meet, for a second or two-

I forget about the fire in me,

And let the sight of you so close fill me up.

Could you take my hands in yours, darling ?

Could you ?

#like…15 minutes thing #Ive been talking about poetry with a friend so now I want to post some more #im definitely not obsessed with pet names what are you talking about #Uh I speak French but the Chinese and #inuktitut i looked up online so if it’s wrong my bad #fell free to correct me please #Zukka #atla #Zuko #fandom poetry #poetry #my art #one sided love #body #soft #love

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

A Temporary Reprieve

i.

They found Bones at his desk

pouring over test results and medical tomes.

They knew without looking

the text on the PADD was too small—

it was in the squint in his eyes

and the way he absently rubbed at his temples.

His skin was pale as milk

almost transparent

except for dark smudges below his eyes.

Jim shook his head in exaggerated sadness

even as Bones rolled his tired eyes at the drama.

He never learns.

Indeed.

Bones looked to Jim

then Spock

the set of his jaw stubborn.

You two know I can hear you

don’t you?

Spock’s eyebrow raised.

You can be part of this

conversation

when you start taking better care of yourself

Leonard.

Oh for— Bones started

but his mouth snapped shut

when two pairs of strong hands

grasped his arms

guided him from his office

away from sickbay and a pile of problems.

He gave in.

I guess I could use a break.

ii.

Spock made tea

as Jim got Bones out of his uniform.

The robe whispered against his skin

soft

comforting

as Jim tied it closed

and nudged him

until his legs bumped the edge of the bed

and he sat.

Sighed.

He sipped tea

felt the weight of the world

slip

from his shoulders.

It would come back

but for now

he could let Spock and Jim hold it for him.

NaPoWriMo day 5.1 - Kirk/spock/mccoy - Kirk and Spock take care of bones when he overdose it for @pherryt

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2024 #fandom poetry #mcspirk #star trek: aos #fluff

[roristevens]

Our Malcom is smooth in the new dino flick I wish that the movie were as fun and slick

#ian malcolm #jeff goldblum #jurassic park #jurassic world dominion #poetry #fandom poetry #rhyming poetry #couplet #poets on tumblr #spilled ink