#freestyle poetry

[six-white-venus]

#my writing #poetry #prose poetry #love #words #writeblr #freestyle poetry #this has way too many metaphors #i'm not showing off i swear #(lie)

[insipidpoet]

Daughter/Son

They say “I love you kiddo,”

But they only love their daughter.

A girl composed of songs and stardust,

They only love their daughter.

A girl that's made of hopes and lies,

They only love their daughter.

This girl they love,

She doesn’t exist,

Not since I have come their way.

Because this girl they love,

Used to be me,

Until I had the nerve to say,

“Mom, I’m a boy.”

And she thinks that girl she loves,

Was stolen by her son,

And while really we are the same person,

Still she loves only one.

#poetry #transgender #trans #transmasc #trans man #what else do i say lol #thats a lot of trans tags #transmasc poetry #freestyle poetry

[deliriumandmelancholia]

I move through tar

I get up

I make coffee

At least I think the cup is clean enough

I sit at my desk

and I stare

My hands are busy

and my mind is numb but

inside I’m screaming

Why does nobody see me?

I have tried

so hard

to reach out

No takers

Too reliant

on those

too busy

too drowning

in their own

oceans of pain

Where is the

life boat?

I’m drowning

and I’m screaming

but no one is hearing

I might as well

just fade away.

#delirium and melancholia #poetry #freestyle poem #freestyle poetry #dark poetry #mental illness

[countrydionysia]

for furor club (óðinn and dionysos)

hail to the furious one, who shall spare a drink for him? have his feet not stamped the earth in its every rainbowed hue? from the mead-stained mountains to the sun-scorched soil, we call you friend and do the same. to scream his name you must split your tongue to answer, taste the terroir of the air. is there another story the likes of you, ever-turning one? the wise women carve, twine and weave and you wear your masks well. rich herald of a mad banner, fetter and release of grove and vine, show us the way to pleasure that flows through root-darkened halls; waytamer, emperor who drapes drowned upon his inverted throne, let us be the very forest we ride through.

#freestyle poetry

[inthepoemsandthesands]

soldier, poet, king

i took the soldier, poet, king test

i got king

of course i got king

what else was i possibly expecting

when has my life ever not been a burden for me to bear

a weight placed on my shoulders

"a natural leader" they called me as if they did not make me this way

forged me to be independent (quiet) and strong (afraid to ask for help) and a leader (needing to take charge because things are easier if

i

do

them

myself)

kings are the gifted children

i was so far ahead they didn't know what to do with me

and now i'm average

and it hurts

Duty. Strength. Resignation.

when did i stop doing things for the love of them

when did life become a chore

when did everything become a routine to follow before i could be done

when did i start hating everything i did

when did i become the king

was i always the king?

they ruined me

they turned me into this

this is their fault

and now i'm the king

yes, king.

always king.

it was never going to be different.

and i'll take the crown

and live with it

and wish

maybe

i could be the poet instead

#poem #poetry #original poetry #original poem #poet #soldier #king #poet soldier king #poets of tumblr #freestyle poem #freestyle poetry #gifted kid burnout #former gifted kid #i got the king #why is it like this #nobody wants to be the king #very long poem #im mentally ill #:) this is fine

[theoutcastedartist]

"03's Loop"

Some thoughts about the date (Sept 30th) and what it means to me, I cycle thoughts in a constant cognitive loop.

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FHDURJSKSJSSJ I HAD THE BEST BDAY EVER???

I'm usually the one to plan stuff for everyone and everything in my house when it comes to special occasions. I didn't have anything planned for my bday other than to sit and watch jjba

This year, I had my first ever suprise party 😭💕

(Poem under the cut,

if you wanna read it.

It is kinda long lol)

My memory is constant failure

03's Loop

Fragmented and scattered by the winds of time

What I recall is very little,

Painful and sad

20 years living

Happiness tends to not come so easily

The date is September 30th

I was born this day

Cleft lip on display

The kids at school used to

Call me songs and names

My parents have no baby pictures of me

I used to wonder why

The fragments of childhood still pierce skin years later

A once forgotten shard is found again

Recent memories dig further into the wounds

My mind with a terrible metallic buzz

Anxiety in its constant

Adult since 9,

A child at 20,

Both too young

And too old for this body,

A terrible loss for someone so seemingly bright

Yet despite it all,

This grief,

This fear,

That comes with being human,

I'd like to believe

That I will be okay in the end

Holding on for that quiet moment

Holding on for that feeling of soft fur and a warm pulse,

From a friend with pointy ears and sharp teeth,

I've always been soft for dogs

(I miss my childhood dog, Rocky)

Holding on for the day that I can sit

And listen to the rain

While drinking hot chocolate

(I still think about my last memory of him, even to this day)

I'm only 20,

I still have the rest of my life ahead of me.

Even now, I am still scared but,

I can't wait to see what the future holds for me

Guess I've always been a sucker for pain :P

#original art #original poem #original poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #freestyle poem #freestyle poetry #fine art #artist #art #artwork #original content #drawing #digital drawing #art sketch #digital sketch #sketch #happy birthday #happy birthday to me #birthday art #poem art #artist on twitter #artist on tumblr #artist on instagram #digital art #illustration #TheOutcastedArtist's art

[mo4anm94]

If I can hella be honest; baby I’ll never fold on you and that’s a promise,

Self destruct what we build nah I can’t bomb this,

You make this Pisces feel like I’m the rarest fish,

They can’t match my wave now; I’ll have your currents rip,

But it ain’t about that; it’s about you straight facts,

Protected by God but for you I’ll do a blood pact,

Soul tied since before birth so our past lives already done that,

I’ll write a whole mixtape for you I can’t stop at just one track,

You’re rare because you brought that real love back,

I practice self love now; you had done that,

I appreciate you for making me feel I’m close to perfect,

I see passed your flaws baby girl you’re worth it,

I wanna be your comfort zone every time you hurtin,

I wanna be your flame to your heart cause I’ll keep it burnin,

I love to make you laugh and love it when I put a smile,

If you were at the ends of earth I would travel every mile,

This is a forever thing I don’t believe in little while,

If people see how I think about you they would think I’m wild,

I keep it real with you chula I ain’t never frontin,

Let me be your Nipsey and you be my Lauren London,

We gon get a lot of hate amor I can already see it comin,

Try to disrespect you I’ll turn my mental into a Thompson and keep it drummin,

Don’t mean to get out of pocket,

You turn my soul into a rocket,

Take my heart into levels of love I’ve never thought existed,

Got me doing whatever it takes so I can call you Mrs.

I can go on and on writing about you; I’ve never felt like how I feel with you,

I appreciate you coming into my life and bringing this love that’s so pure and true 💚💎

#me #mindoffour #freestyle poetry #poem #a little something something for baby girl 💚 #💎💎💎💎💎 #rap #anm #hiphop

[a-had-matter]

seas of gasoline

clouds of broken dreams

days of cloudy skies

nights of full of those who try

in vain, of course

cause pain, of course

fuels anything and everything

better than any and everything

blood, my dear

must shed, my dear

I know it’s quite queer

but it’s what humans love

well, what society loves

but close enough

I didn’t exactly tell you

I love you,

in the end, but close enough

#freestyle poetry #just a poem #idk what this post is #poems on tumblr #I’ve been thinking about broken dreams and gasoline lately though #maybe I should light the world on fire #we’ll all burn

[thelittlewitchway]

What type of witch am I?

I would have to call myself a library witch.

Sure I like crystals and kitchen/green magic and hearth magic and all but if anything really defined the current state of my craft and the love I have for it, it would be in books.

My grimoire is not simply written down in journals. It is scattered across my bookshelf, between the pages of every book on it. It is on the sticky notes, highlights, and scrawled in margins of the books on my shelves. It is in the pdf files I collect or the blog posts I write. It is in each book, from the "bad" books I purchased at the beginning of my journey to the "good" books I have purchased more recently as I gained the knowledge to discern between them. It is in my library catalog where I carefully list each book I have and what knowledge it holds within it. It is every word I read and write.

My altar is not only in the nightstand I use for my workings. It is in the bookcase where I keep my tangible source of knowledge. There I keep my knowledge surrounded by magic. There are bottles and crystals and statues to keep my books company.

It is there I have always found magic, between the pages of a book. That tangible or intangible fount of knowledge. There in that smell, that texture. There among the magical symbols that can transmit the thoughts of one into the thoughts of another. There in its ability to travel through time, teaching us from those long dead to those who are yet to be born. It comes in a physical book or in a electronic document, even in a curated blog. There is magic in the hoarding of it like a dragon hoards gold. I bring the words into my space. I care for them, giving them a home like stray pets.

So I think I must call myself a library witch.

#library witch #witchblr #witchcraft #green witch #witch #witch tips #dark acadamia #crystal witch #hearth witch #library #library magic #poetry #book magic #grimoire #altar #literature magic #poem #freestyle poetry

[brainrotpoetry]

#poems and poetry #my poerty #poetsandwriters #female poets #writers and poets #poetry #freestyle poetry #poetblr #new poets society #poetic #poetscommunity #poets corner #poetsofinstagram #freestyle poem #my poem #poem #short poem #daily poem #sad poem #poems and quotes #writting prompt #my writting #writblr #writting #writterscommunity #writting stuff #writtingcommunity #women writers #writing #art

[rootsofthesycamore]

Oh Little Wren (Oh Little Bird) - RootsoftheSycamore - Star Wars: Rebels [Archive of Our Own]

For Sabine Week, Day 2- Icarus

A humble little poem

#sabine week 2023 #sabine wren #poem #poetry #freestyle poetry #i think?? #Syc's Fics

[insipidpoet]

Same Difference

My sad brown eyes can't look at

Your tired green ones

Because I wish we were not so alike.

Your many freckles

Stare at my clear skin

And your bible thinks

My sketchbook is mad.

My half empty Mountain Dew

Turns away from your full ice water

While your bright floral blouse

Glares at my gray hoodie.

Any stranger reading this,

Will have no idea what I mean

When I say we are too alike.

But only because I haven't told them

Of our matching moles

And our same dark hair

(Before yours went to gray)

And because any stranger reading this

Has no clue

That you are my mom

And I am your son

And while you are a woman

I’m stuck in the half-grown body of one.

#poetry #freestyle poetry #transmasc poetry #trans poetry #its past my bedtime #why am i doing this #sorry for spamming the tags at midnight on a sunday #but im tired #and have no filter #transmasc #transgender #trans

[deliriumandmelancholia]

There is ice on the lake now Where swans used to swim I don’t know if I can stand This air of fear and isolation Their ghosts right there Before my eyes Graceful Gliding Diving their heads Shooting out of the water Dripping They quiver For a moment

There is ice on the lake now Where I saw ducks a second ago Waddling under the surface Peaceful Friends with Everyone

I’m so alone

I have no wings to follow Going south For me there are no Means of escape All I can do What I shall do I look out on that frozen lake I close my heart For a few more months

Waiting For the ice To thaw

#delirium and melancholia #poetry #freestyle poem #freestyle poetry #winter poetry #ice

[countrydionysia]

The Chthonic Sun

I call out to my Savior with desperation;

My hands twisted in prayer;

I await His response with anticipation;

But my mind tells me to "Beware";

"Beware the false hope of the Chthonic Sun";

"He promises fake salvation";

"You'll give all you have and be left with none";

"Your reward is eternal damnation";

I fight with these thoughts in an endless battle;

Still awaiting my Savior's response;

These dreadful thoughts continue to prattle;

If I lose, my mind gets what it wants;

Through the darkness shines a brilliant light;

One accompanied by a procession;

I seem to forget my strenuous plight;

And my mind bows in concession;

The shining Chthonic Sun rides upon a leopard;

He looks down at me with a smile;

He has come to me as my valiant Shepherd;

And tells me He'll stay for a while;

I recount my arduous struggles with grave detail;

He has sympathy for my pain;

He puts a hand on my shoulder as I tell my tale;

And tells me there is a solution plain;

"When you experience these moments of doubt";

"Turn your face and look toward Me";

"Your mind whispers lies, but I will shout";

"That with me, you shall truly be free."

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#freestyle poetry #submission #dionysus deity

[inthepoemsandthesands]

disappointment

when my phone buzzes

and it is his name

and not hers

#poetry #new crush #she doesnt like me but its fine #lesbian stereotype #original poetry #original poem #poem #spilled thoughts #poets of tumblr #freestyle poem #original poet #spilled ink #lgbtq poem #freestyle poetry #lgbtq poetry #lesbian poetry #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw post

[catharticwritings]

Miniscule Matter

That first sip of coffee

tastes a little better

than usual.

Bare toes that

squeeze the grass

under the azure sky.

Stare into fatigued eyes

through the cracked mirror

covered in dust.

See the bedhead from hours of restlessness

as you brush away morning breath

with mint toothpaste.

Here.

Your favorite seasonal candy

is back in stock

at your local supermarket. 

Voice stutters

as you make eye contact

with the waitress taking your order.

The small details.

The smell of a book

as you open the fresh cover

and dogear its pages. 

Heartbeat races as a stranger

compliments a shirt

you rarely wear out. 

They remind me.

You savor a fruity drink

as your friend kindles the fire

on a cloudy night.

The warmth radiates

Into your skin from a 

just-dried oversized hoodie. 

I am alive.

Feed from the minuscule

and let it fuel you

into another day. 

It's so worth it.

#writing #poetry #poems #words words words #hopecore #my words #my poetry #original poetry #prose #writing prompt #freestyle poetry #deep writing #living each day to the fullest #cathartic