#free form poetry

[slices-of-naranja]

do any of my friends know the love I carry in every word i say to them. When I add too many words, drag on a joke that’s over, when I message them despite the fact the conversation barely ended five minutes ago? every word i speak is an intimacy that’s laced with outright adoration for them as people and all the little details that make them who they are. Do you know I love you? Do y’all know how much of you I try to commit to memory? How much I try to make you smile? do y’all know the love I feel for you?

#ignore this I am just being philosophical and queer #very exhausted and overcome with human emotion #the human experience as pack animals is so fascinating #also fucked up friend emotions bc I’m aroace #and friendships mean so much to me #i am so sleepy #aromantic #asexual #aspec #asexuality #aromantism #queer platonic love #platonic love #i love you #friendship #late night emotions #alterous yearning #shouting into the void #free form poetry #poem

[jafndaegur]

Poems to End 2023.

The terrible genocide happening right now in Palestine has caused so many thoughts to knock around in my head, and the biggest one is how truly powerless our government renders us.

This isn't much. But as a writer, this is what I can do. I've been writing poems about the situation since back in October and have been posting a few to close out the year.

I hope these words can mean something to someone somewhere. We see you, we hear you, and we are fighting for you🍉

Ceasefire now.

#ceasfire now #free palestine #🍉 #poetry #poems #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #i dont get political often but i want to be able to say i didnt sit idly by...i couldnt sit idly by #free form poetry #original works

[jscarrie]

When it Rains in Connecticut

J.S. Carrie

There are frogs everywhere.  They spring out from the cracks in logs, The bottoms of rivers And gunk-filled ponds, And raise their noses proudly to the sky. 

If you have seen it, you will know How very small they are.  How they can rest in just The crevice of your palm.

And if you’ve seen it, You will know that there are many. There are so, so many frogs here, in the country. 

When it rains, and the air is cool, And the ground is softened From its usual harshness, and hotness, They surface out from somewhere to enjoy it. 

Dozens- no, hundreds, Of tiny little people come together. They gather in bunches On the dark-paved roads, In tandem, tilt their heads up to the sky. Have you seen the way They close their tiny eyes? How peacefully, and fully, They enjoy it. 

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[abrighterspark]

i suppose one must wait for something creative to strike the mind / i suppose it doesn't always suddenly spring alive / we're all obsessed with becoming the best / shining brighter than all the rest / as if only once we're at the top / will we have the power to help those who are not.

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[londonmaribelbridge]

Grandmother

I remember you as a gardener, Who ate her plain oatmeal with a wooden spoon from the same pot I still use to make pasta at the strangest hours. I remember you as the one who would translate and censor hours upon hours of telenovelas because you always recorded them on time without fail. You never liked to miss an episode, Or be late for anything, And you always gave us girls the most exasperated look when we complained about homework, Specifically science, Because what was 9th-grade biology to a biochemist? A biochemist… Someone who actually enjoyed chemistry. Someone unique in a world where girls didn't do “men’s jobs”. Someone who made it all the way through school liking science. Someone who made it all the way through school in the first place. The first class in your island’s history to make it from kindergarten to college.

You were one of the first from Puerto Rico, From Mayaguez. You were one of the first ones, And I know so little about that life of yours.

I know the story of the herpes rabbits my mother likes to tell. A story as preposterous as it sounds That somehow explains my mother’s occasional cold sore by blaming it all on you and your science, Though, I think I might have let her pet them too. I wonder if there is more to your story than just this? Is there more than just sass and tall tales from the woman who was a mother and wife, Then just a mother, And then a mother and wife again.

I know there is more to your story than I will ever know. I wonder if there is more to your story than just a passing tale I've been told. I wonder if there is more to you than just those of us left. I wonder if we are the punch line to your very elaborate existence…

Sometimes I wish you had taught us Spanish instead of letting it fall, Sometimes I wish you had shared the recipes to your food, Sometimes I wish my pagoa would taste like you had made it, And sometimes I wish I knew more.

And then it’s as if I do.

There is so much of you trapped inside me that has come to the surface, That has made an appearance once again, So many memories that aren’t my own, but play out like a movie. And it’s as if I had never doubted I knew your story in the first place, Because I guess your story was always a mixture of smaller ones.

Of hardships and struggles, Of walking past your father on your way to school every day, As he stared at you from the porch, Never speaking, Somber, Perhaps even more so than the day your dogs died, Murdered, like Woltz’s horse, But for a gambling debt, not a movie. Maybe losing their heads would have been less painful, But nothing sends a message like broken glass.

I wonder how it would have ended if your mother had trusted him? If she hadn’t given her money to the church when she died, If you hadn’t been raised by a grandmother.

You were the baby, The youngest of 14 children, Seven living, Only three left now.

You were the one who lost the most, And remembered the least, But you were the one who warned your sister to run, When your father came with a shotgun in his hand, Because you loved her, and she loved him, A man worth running away for. A Puerto Rican Romeo and Juliet, No Sharks or Jets required.

It is in stories like these I remember that you were more than just a distant tale of divorce and regret, Miscarriage and self-doubt, Two house fires and dead dogs, And even more dead cats all buried in the backyard of your house on Dolan Ave, Fertilizing the grass where your rhododendrons grew blue, And pink, And red…

It’s amazing how I’ve heard these stories, How they’ve permeated into my life like air into my lungs, Natural, Simply part of the story of your life. And how we share the same one in so many ways, Because you are part of me, and these stories are mine to share, Just as my family shared them with me

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[404-redacted-404]

Dandelions grow through the cracks in the sidewalk persistent and pervasive. Passionately prevailing. Not unlike some people, the people I admire. Alas I am quiet and small in the same respect but I do not hold the same beauty the kind that is a burst of sunshine and hope in an otherwise bleak circumstance.  All this runs through my mind as I twist a dandelion stem between my fingers. I blow the seeds out into the night air falling upon the concrete and asphalt making a wish to be more, to be everything I am not.

#ive written poetry for a while but i never share #so here is my sharing #poetry #dandelion #flowers #concrete #poem #free form poetry

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

girl help im writing poetry as a coping mechanism

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[forgan-forge]

In another life, I am nine, sitting at the dinner table, eating Mac N Cheese. And in that life, I didn’t have to pick my mother off the floor every time she drank. In that life, I am allowed to be a child, and I love my mother dearly.

#poetry #free form poem #free form poetry #forgan’s post #childhood poem #tw alchoholism

[cryptidvillage]

I remember him saying,

"I love you."

I was startled,

but I said it back.

For the life of me,

I can't recall, however,

if it was reality,

or simply a dream.

I have not

brought it up since,

because regardless,

the memory makes me happy.

#rosie writes #writing #poem #poetry #free form #free form poetry #love #love poem #love poetry

[my-strange-journal]

Ocean

Deep and dark. Mysterious and beautiful. An underwater forest, Trees of rock, birds with scales.

Creature both big and small. Creatures of great beauty and danger, sometimes both at once.

A place so deep, it appears endless.

More of a mystery than the night sky above.

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poet #ocean #oceancore #sea #water #coral #reef #fish #endless #mysterious #yet another edgy poem #dial down the edginess...not possible #free form poetry

[fawnwearsties]

Dear Someone,

You make me want to be a better person.

You set off fires in my heart and you bring

A calmness to my mind, otherwise overwhelming.

You inspire me to keep writing

And I'd kick your mum and dad's teeth in if you'd only ask.

If this isn't love

Then I don't know what is.

#writer #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #queer writers #hopeless romantic #love poem #original poetry #poetry #free form poetry #lgbtq #lgbtqia #original poem #poets on tumblr

[im-ashl]

the crisp crunch of leaves that squeak beneath your boots. the dancing rays of light that shine like spotlights through a kingdom of clouds. the gentle caress of winds loving embrace as she dances through your hair. the chorus of a thousand birds and crickets singing their ever-changing song. donkey kong. the trees that stand before you as giants, donning their foilage cloaks with colors of gold and fire.

truly there is beauty in this world 🥹

#fr tho i am happy to be alive #free form poetry #donkey kong #god this world SLAPS

[jscarrie]

Simple Things

J.S. Carrie

Everything runs smoothly When you, really, least expect it.  The rain stops falling, or The wind stops Bowling you over. 

Today I find a modicum of peace Inside the closet. I take that, with the broom and pan, And use it, And finally get all this dust to go. 

Spilling coffee down my shirt And homework that I turned in late Is easy, when I know that things are simple.

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[faerie-dustand-dreamers]

My heart drops

It’s that moment again

I’ve said the wrong thing

People are looking at me funny

I got it wrong

Tripped over my own feet

In front of judging faces

Heart sinks lower

It must be me

#poetry #autism #adhd #neurodivergent #actually autistic #poem #free form poetry

[bent-and-bruised]

tired.

i'm so tired

i sleep for hours

yet no rest comes

.

.

thoughts

.

.

they keep me up at night

i sleep to forget

but remembrance

dawns in the morning

#poetry #spilled poetry #free form poetry #tired #mental illness #i just want to sleep #ramblings #anxi4ty #depressing shit

[stair-case-the-wise]

I don't believe in love.

As crazy as I sound, I do not believe in a bond that binds someone to another, I don't believe that the secret promises of "I'll never leave you" or "I'll love you forever" exist behind lovers tongues, waiting to be told, to be said.

I do not believe in love. The unconditional kind, the kind were you can do anything, and be anything you want and you will always be loved, they will always care for you. No matter what.

I do not believe you can love someone forever. Love someone to the moon and back, I do not believe the love stories in books or movies. I just do not believe love truly exists.

Maybe it exists in the hearts of mothers, in fathers, but I do not believe love exists in the hearts of strangers, in partners, in simple freinds.

Maybe I do not believe in love because I've never been in love, never experienced soft kisses on my cheeks or on my neck, I've never held someone's hand so compassionately. I've never been, loved.

Maybe I do not believe in it because I've never seen true love, loves that lasts, I've only seen the broken hearts and complicated separations and "lovers quarrels" that could last for weeks, breakups that tore families apart, The depression afterwards.

Maybe if I got a glimpse of love, really felt it, the naive kind of love where your heart races in you chest, the love that crowds blush onto your cheeks and the tips of your ears, the love that makes you swoon over someone, obsess with their features, their nose, their eyes, their lips. maybe I would believe then. Maybe I would believe in secret promises and gentle kisses, soft touches.

Maybe if I was loved I could believe.

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