#good poems

[imabsolutelyticketyboo]

i wrote a poem i hope you like it :)

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[bell-honey-well]

Good Morning

Today I'll wake up like a flower.

I'll feel the wind on my skin.

I'll open my eyes

And look out at the skies.

I'll remember there's hope

And I'll grin.

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[meadows-ribs]

The night my sister died

the moonlight dusted my room and i sneezed- she knocked on my door, something she’d never done before

I called to her and she came in

She was crying big boiling tears as she sat down on my bed. they burned and bubbled their way down her cheeks and onto my chemistry homework. i frowned at the smudged ink. her weight made no dip when she clutched my hands in hers and told me:

“i hope you forget

i hope you forget all of me but, unfortunately, i know you better than anyone else. i know you like nature knows itself. all i am is branch knowing breeze.

You are the wind: ever free and flowing and i- i am the tree, stuck fast where i stand and desperately growing towards something the would end me should i get too close. the tree will fall eventually, for a house or warmth, book or tissue.

but the wind will never die, it will never be felled. it circulates the world only to greet the same tree with the same gentleness as years ago.

so tomorrow when you wake up and find me all gone (again) know that it is not your fault. i was never meant to stay for quite so long and you and i will eventually agree;

its better this way.”

she said this to me, patted my cheek and wiped her eyes, and left, quieter than ever before.

i closed my chemistry notebook, its pages damp and ruined. i never finished that assignment. i began to think:

she claimed branch knowing breeze, but we were more.

she was no breeze; we are roots knowing storm.

swirling spiraling sky and earth. she was more than mere fuel for burning hearth.

and she forgot the danger of the baneful gale. she was strength who gripped tight, through rain or hail.

no tears are needed when the tree is gone. as long as its roots continue clinging on.

she was the hidden prized possession, the godly gardener’s greatest obsession.

and no matter how often her tree had died, she surged back strong (until she couldn’t anymore), her fate defied.

her death was brutal, forceful and quick. it reduced her heavenly roots down to stick

but the most important words she left behind? hurricane winds killed tree every time.

-Time of Death: 1:34 PM (roots and all)

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[cgcpoems]

“if I must believe in anything, I choose this: my lover / whispering, in my next life, I want to be / the bird that rests on your branches— / knowing the whole while / in my next life, I want to be / is already a complete sentence.”

from “Beast At Every Threshold” by Natalie Wee

#beast at every threshold #natalie wee #currently reading #good writing #good poems

[retrokane]

Good read

Yung Pueblo ~ “Clarity & Connection”

#love #find peace #be kind #goodreads #poetry love quotes poetrycommunity writersofinstagram life poem instagram lovequotes writer quoteoftheday poet quote poetsofinstagram follo #poetry #good poems #poets corner #serenity #peaceofmind #love yourself #bookworm

[untitled-bumblebee]

Untitled #3

Im so desperate to feel butterflies in my stomach

I keep shoving moths in my mouth

Wanting nothing more then flowers blooming in my chest

I’m clawing my hands through the mud

Why can’t I wash the grief from my finger nails

From my hands

From my fingers

No soap can clean away the mess of pain

She always used to take my breath away

But one day she didn’t give it back

So how am I supposed to breathe

The same way

Or at all

Hugs don’t feel safe

Hands don’t feel kind

And lips don’t feel real

All I want is love that is real

But what in left with is gash

An open wound

11/11/2022

#sad poem #poetry #poet #heartbreak #tumblrpoem #poem #poetry slam #heartbreak poem #sadpoet #sad poetry #sadpoem #heartbroken #nightmare #nightmarepoem #good poems #poems on tumblr #poemsworld #poemsoftheday #untitled #unnamed

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg

"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"

#chekhov #schrodinger #occam #the three genders #hope everyone has a good halloweekend #and a good hallowtuesday #watched the 1979 nosferatu #it was silly #feel free to recommend more german films #anyway #blackout poetry #blackout poem #author #book #poetry

[braindeadpoet20]

“You’re allowed to eat. You don’t need to earn it. You don’t need to feel guilty about it. It’s fuel. So enjoy yourself.”~a girl who’s been there

#good poems #food poetry #girl poems #poems and poetry #poems and quotes #poetry #girl posting #girls poems #poets on tumblr

[hrokkall]

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

#Undertale #UTDR #Undertale fanart #Flowey #Chara #Asriel #Asriel Dreemurr #Sad Cat Poem #GOOD LIRD THIS TOOK FOREVER. I haven't drawn Undertale since 2016 but I got the idea in my head and had to see it to its end. #Now before anyone says anything: FAQ #Q: Why aren't the pronouns changed? A: This is about Asriel. Not Chara. #Specifically about Asriel becoming Flowey and being unable to reconnect with what's left of his family as a result #Q: Why does [x panel] look rushed? A: Finals week. #Q: Any dogs here? A: One! #That about covers it. I hope. #Anyway I don't make comics very often for a reason. Peace and love #Hrokkall Art #Long post #1k #2k #5k

[corantus]

butch nonspecific bean bag bears. they should let me design toys for children actually

their names are handy, married, grease, and freak ❤️

#original #beanie babies #? idk man might as well #these would be such good stickers ..who said that #i would love to write the little poems for them

[asoftepiloguemylove]

break my arms around the one i love

poem: Shauna Barbosa GPS art: @mmelodyj / unknown / Ainslie Hogarth Motherthing / Keaton St. James HISTORY STUDENT FALLS IN LOVE WITH ASTRO PHYSICS STUDENT / @555w4 / unknown / Ada Limón The Good Fight / @sunsbleeding

#poetry #web weave #web weaving #on love #on emotion #on heartbreak #shauna barbsa #gps #ainsile hogarth #motherthing #keatson st james #history student falls in love with astro physics student #ada limon #the good fight #words #poem #spilled ink #dark academia #dark academia poetry #dark academia quote #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #writing

[lonesome-dreamsss]

his handprint may be burned into your skin but it's still the gentlest touch you've ever received.

#smth smth destiel #cas was always so gentle with dean #he knew of dean's pain and wanted to ease it!! #he wanted to be a good thing in dean's life!! #when he pulled him from hell it wasn't truly pulling #he cradled dean like he was the most precious thing in the world #and honestly he probably WAS the most precious thing in the world to cas #even as early as then #to quote 'when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost' #god they make me insane #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #supernatural #does this count as fanfic even if it's one sentence #a poem perhaps #idk it's something that i wrote so i'll take it

[pants-lint]

Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.

#Mine is a drum corps show from 2015 LMAO #Carolina Crown's “Inferno” to be exact lol #this was during my peak Band Kid years and also the height of my Divine Comedy fixaction so this just scratched SUCH a good itch #i would literally just watch this like 13 min long marching band show over and over #and try to figure out what parts of the music represented what parts of the poem #thank god i had other band friends i could just word vomit about this too at the time lol #every few months or so i'll fall back into it and reanalyze it a lil weirdo too lol #anyway 10/10 show would recommend if you like band stuff n dante LMAO

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2022

#i write phrases and poems and shit and have dozens of them tucked away. went through them the other day and this one stood out to me #i'm doing fine sometimes it's just good to doodle something conceptually very sad #alluding of abuse etc. also this was within the month my dog passed away so i was going through it #also i'm working on like a bigger cotl project which is taking a whileeee sorry #artists on tumblr #digital art #pixel art #vent art #canine kin #canine therian #abuse tw

[luthienne]

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; “Between Aging and Old”

#jack gilbert #the collected poems of jack gilbert #between aging and old #words #poetry #typography #i had no home in goodness #mm

[inkskinned]

i had been used for my body before, i didn't mind it. i had a good trick about it - i didn't have to be there, not in my skin. i could wear the mirror, wear the puppet. you would see your perfect girl, a little monster i had concocted. she would glisten, distilled out of my own blood and venom. it meant i would be using you instead - you think you are taking from me? darling, i think this is a fucking joke, a role i am playing. you can't hurt me, i'm not present for the event. this is just a body, like a book is only words.

and then you came into my life, easy and honest. reaching for my hand in the crowded holiday market. passing me a water before i realize i'm thirsty. checking on me once, twice - the first time i said i'm okay, you knew i was lying. i keep thinking about the shape of your blue eyes and the wild of your hair the last time i saw you. how you got out of my car and when you looked back, i was looking back too. your quiet breathing in a hotel room.

you kissed me like you meant it, is the thing.

i don't know how to be a person yet, not fully. i don't know how to let you kiss me and touch bone. i tell my friends i hate this so much i want to throw up. your name slips into my head - i am no longer really ever alone. a little frazzled heartrate keeps splattering against my collarbone. my therapist asked yesterday - why are you afraid? what is the cost of vulnerability?

a terrifying thought: when i'm with you, it feels like finally coming home.

#spilled ink #warm up #writeblr #i got distracted while writing this so i don't like it lol #btw the coming home thing is a good feeling i just resent it bc i have spent the last 18 months #being like #lOVE ISNT REAL >:( #to the point that i haven't been writing love poems on here #and NOW?????????? WHAT HAVE U DONE TO ME??????????????????????????