#hobby writes a poem

[comradekatara]

2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)

#id in alt text #avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #zuko #zukka #<- seems like i may as well tag it. considering #sokkaxzuko #(secretly this is sokkaxsuki tho. just look at sokka’s hoodie) #modern au #art #mart #if you’re wondering why there’s only one pile of graded papers it’s because sokka saved that paper for last #bc the handwriting was so illegible #(and zuko is responding even tho sokka isn’t talking abt his work bc he’s touchy. bc he knows he isn’t ocean vuong) #also before anyone’s like ‘shouldn’t sokka be the one writing poetry?’ YES sokka also writes poetry but it’s like. #silly little rhyming poems #he would never do an mfa art is a hobby to him and he thinks getting a degree in it is a waste of time #but he doesn’t tell this to zuko bc zuko wasted so much time suffering in undergrad trying to pursue a ‘respectable’ degree #so sokka’s just like ‘okay. well he deserves this’

[redglassbird]

I will NEVER get over the fact that I can write stories. Like I can weave threads of whimsy in a whole new world and make people feel things if I weave them well enough???? Stories are worth so much!!! Lines of poetry are literally currency to me like I get to write little lines and then writing little lines helps me notice things when I read other peoples' lines????? Magic! Whimsy! Characters! Words! Words! Words!

#idk if any of this made sense #writing #writblr #writers of tumblr #poems #stories #fiction #short stories #creativity #hobby #vibes #dark academia #light academia #cottagecore #cozy #text post #words #pretty #fantasy #high fantasy

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Forgotten Birthday

It's August 3rd

I call to tell you happy birthday

But you don't answer the phone

I wrap your gift

But it sits unopened

I decorate

And make your favourite meal

But both are unseen, unappreciated

I bake your favourite cake

And light the candles

But the cake's uneaten

And the candles burn out

It's been four months

But it's only hit me today.

Because it's your birthday

But you're no longer here

#hobbies #hobby blog #poetry #writing #poem #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #short poem #writers and poets #grief #grieving #grief poetry #grief poem #dealing with grief #ace of all trades

[env0writes]

Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.4.24 “Growing Pains; Ripped Toes & Bloody Nose”

Your body doesn’t move like it used to Family and friends keep telling you so What an awful thing to get older And so the story goes Thirty is moving with eager motivation Each click and clack and creak So you can’t do what you did as a teenager Towards your goals ever you eke In many ways better than ever before Are you reaching and teaching your body to love Each movement, synaptic, reactive, and more No longer is moving a churlish chore So you pop and you lock and you move vibrantly With the pain lasting longer than childhood memory For each smile, for each ache; you will give, you will take Every last opportunity to dance ‘fore your wake So your body won’t move like it used to Better and worse for all that you do

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#writeblrcafe #poeticstories #poetryportal #twc #spilled ink #wutispotlight #writtenconsidations #growing up #growing pains #hobbies #janus estuaries vol. 3 #janus estuaries #january #midwest gothic #suburban gothic #poetselixir #poetswhisper #env0 writes #my poem #my poetry #original poetry #sonnet + #twcpoetry #writerscreed #abstractcommunity #savage words #smittenbypoetry

[immamotherpugger]

I’m tumbling

Like a leaf 🍂

Down

Down

Your timeline

A drifting poem 🍃

A cascading waterfall of words 🎼📝

Trailing above your thumb 🫰🏽

Hello reader :)

Harvest these creations 🌾

Collector of the beautiful 🌈

Beauty looking at beauty

Art looking at

art.

🖼

#short poem #original work #poetry #random poem challenge to rekindle my writing hobby and get out of writers block #poems #poems on tumblr

[poetflowitknowit]

Siblings, Strife, and Stitches

You shuffled up next to me,

asking about the two arguing in the corner.

"They like to crochet," I said, "It's their hobby."

As evident by the two bags of yarn in disorder.

They share the yarn and hooks,

as they're siblings, in the same house.

It's why they trade annoyed looks,

and why they're both burnt out.

They fight for the colors they want.

They have to share the hook tool

All so they can flaunt

their finished works at school.

#poetry #poetry is delicious #poets on tumblr #poem #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #siblings #sisters #brothers #crafts #crochet #yarn #fighting #conflict #rhymes #rhyming poetry #rhyme #hobby #cain instinct #childhood #school #family

[rebiswrites]

A Sex Scene For An Empty Theater

I never wanted to find a love that was poetic.

I wanted something mundane and simple.

I didn’t want a messy kiss in the rain with mascara running down my face,

Suffering and picture perfect and beautiful.

I didn’t want to scream from the rooftops

And lie awake at night.

I imagined myself perfectly satisfied

Silent in the kitchen

With my inner world tucked inside my heart

And my secrets safe in spite of the person next to me in bed.

I often stare into the back of your head

Waiting until something snaps into place and I can see straight through it.

I am afraid of your love,

I am afraid of your poetry,

I am afraid of the words I write that outlive me,

Because you have made my life full

And now I will be aware of what it feels like

To be empty.

So please,

If you leave,

Take every memory out the door with you

And either return me to myself or deliver me to you.

I cannot survive as half human and half loss.

-hmh

#hobby writer #original poem #poems and poetry #poemsbyme #words words words #creative writing #original writing #poems on tumblr #love poem #i love you #lovers

[trulythine]

#poems on tumblr #poetic #my post #poem #poetry #tumblr fyp #love #fypage #fyp #enemies to lovers #ｈｅｒ #her #i love her #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled words #writing #self written #hobby #motivating quotes #motivation #i love poems #drawing

[stfumons]

Idea : Let’s go on a date and you teach me about F1 and it’s history

#finding new interests are fun? #help me fixate on different things #hobby dates should be a thing #f1 lb #F1 #old money #france #light acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #academia aesthetic #academic #excerpt from a book i'll never write #l writes #poems on tumblr #romantic academia #spiled thoughts #poetscommunity #dog #aesthitics

[writingmysinsaway]

The creator

The rush, I can feel it running through my veins

The world beneath my fingertips as I create

I can feel the universe expand

Time is not linear and for once I understand

I did not choose this path, it chose me

I never looked for it, I found it blindly

It is natural like it is to breathe

Something inside of me that craves to be released

And yet, something is wrong

I know,

Everything I touch needs to turn to gold

What value does my craft hold if not every line is perfect, every brush stroke?

Even through a magnifying glass, the details need to be just right

Perfection is unobtainable, not easy to define

Even God wiped out His creation with a flood

Riddled with flaws, set it back, restart

I create until my hands feel numb

The familiar routine

The feeling of filling the cup up only halfway

The stutter in the middle of a sentence

The dissonance in an orchestra play

The one mistake when you draw outside the lines of a coloring book

Do it again,

Do it again,

Do it again,

...

The need for it to be more than it is

Now it is too big, the need for it to be less

The need for it to be perfect

And there it is, the validation

That's what I wanted, the recognition

But is it?

It feels good, temporarily

For it to be seen the way I wanted it to be perceived

And now

I'm filling the cup,

I don't stutter,

There is no dissonance in the symphony,

No color outside of the lines in the coloring book

But it never lasts

The cycle repeats itself

The familiar routine

I go back to not filling the cup,

The stuttering,

The dissonance,

The color outside the lines

Perhaps I am the problem?

I look within and I see a reflection of my craft

I see lack

Finally I realize

I never craved the validation from others

Only my own will erase the feeling of lack

And I also realize

The space in the cup leaves room for a journey

The stuttering means I have something important to say

The dissonance can create tension and is what makes the release satisfying

The color outside the lines turns into little drawings that turn the image into my own

I think to myself

Maybe I can find beauty in the flaws

Maybe what I create is enough.

#hobby writer #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #poetry #poem #poems and quotes #poetic #poets on tumblr #perfectionism #perfectionist issues #creative writing #creatives #female writers

[glitterpennotes]

a toast to the novices

cheers to being new and bad at something

cheers to never perfecting

cheers to exploring a million interests

cheers to a long and joyful rookie stage

because if i keep expecting myself to be perfect, i will end up being nothing at all

#poetry #girlhood #writers and poets #poem #poets #self love #writing #begginer writer #new beginnings #beginner knitter #beginner guitar #piano lessons #hobbies #learning #hobby #embroidery #ukulele #womanhood #hobbies and interests #creating

[agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity]

i hate this

I can’t say anything to change your mind

You can’t say anything to change me

You’re not at a loss for words

But a loss of words that won’t hurt me

Might as well go talk to someone on the street

Know them just as well as I know you now

I’m not gonna say anything else

Because I know you won’t forgive me

#I like to write bad things and then post them #my favourite hobby actually #my writing #poetry #writeblr #orginal writing #short poem

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Here, sit in my lap - Poem

I have always been the one left behind

the forgotten child

the expendable friend

the one left out when you're one seat short

I have learnt to build a fortress out of my isolation

learnt to fuel a furnace with my heartbreak

Like Clark and Elsa, I built a haven in frozen barren lands

I thought this was the best I could get

wanted sometimes but not always

only in small doses

only when convenient

But then I met them

and I learnt that real friendship and love

meant they took me as I am

not in digestible bite sized pieces

but the sweet ambrosia and the tough meat

They infiltrated my fortress

filled it with laughter and love

doused the toxic furnace

taught me to warm myself with joy

Now I stand beside, not behind

arms linked so no one gets lost

never forgotten

never expendable

the unconditional love that says

there's not enough seats, here sit in my lap

#ace of all trades #hobbies #hobby blog #writing #poetry #creative writing #poem #short poem #original poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #poems

[env0writes]

Before the Fall 6.3.23 “Hobbled Horse”

One day my love will break me, And no more will what broke me be my love

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#writeblrcafe #poeticstories #poetryportal #depression #love poem #love quotes #hobbies #wutispotlight #writtenconsiderations #alt lit #burningmuse #twc #Before the Fall #june #midwest gothic #micropoem #env0 writes #twcpoetry #writerscreed #abstractcommunity #savage words #smittenbypoetry #poetscreed #poetryriot #poets and writers #poets community #Poetselixir #Poetswhisper #Burningmuse

[painterofstars]

bookend

#guess what i write too #i havent been drawing all that much writing's been my hobby of the month #so maybe ill post some more poems :3 #my writing #poetry #poem #writers on tumblr #writeblr

[writing-with-gremworm]

When I close my eyes there is a void,

And there was fire. A burning cold that consumed what was supposed to be "Home".

A "cleansing" by the divine principles, some faceless god who could not face the fate they created.

It was more like a fairytale than a warning, a bedtime story meant to guide my future. A hand to plant the knife I would drive into his back.

I did not use that knife, rather the knife became his. "He" was upset by this.

"Him" was who "He" always wished I would be. If I were red instead of blue, would I have been like you?

Or would I inevitably fall into the place of the fool once more?

My future is undecided. Should fate call me the traitor, I will smile as I fall, to reaffirm your choice as a hero.

#POV kaeya secretly took poetry as a hobby #poems and poetry #original poem #genshin kaeya #Genshin poem #This is less of a fanfic #and more of a fun creative excercise #I like writing persona poems #they can be a lot of fun #implied angst?