#hq poetry

[clockwork-windmills]

his nam is hin

and wen he flye

he hits the bol

both lowe and high

when cats and owls

see how he grows

he makes them feer

the teem of crows

#clockwork windmills #bredlik #poetry #lik the bred #i lik the bred #poetry meme #tumblr poetry #haikyuu!! #hq!! #hq poetry #i haven’t even watched this show #all my knowledge is second hand from when my sib watched it LMAO #but it’s amusing so hey I thought tumblr would enjoy this dead meme #karasuno #nekoma #fukurodani #shoyo hinata #shouyouhinata #shouyou hinata #hinata shoyo #hinata shouyou #hq hinata #can you tell I don’t know the hq tags

[lesbianakaashi]

Bokuto would peel akaashi so many oranges

#haikyuu!! #bokuaka #akaashi would write poetry about it #aduni on hq

[kourota]

tsukki built different for being able to stay smug with THIS up in his face

#i woulda begun waxing poetry about his eyes #shitty and cringe poetry but still poetry #kageyama #kageyama tobio #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #myart #anime #anime fanart #hq #pretty setter squad

[eurydicees]

ooh kuroken & 11

november blood oranges

(chp 265 / prompts / masterlist)

You peel him oranges, but only in the spring.  Or, you also peel him oranges if he can’t see that it is you peeling them in November.  You sing him to sleep, but only in the dark when he can’t see your mouth open, close, open, close. You tell him you love him, but only—only— while he sleeps. While he cannot hear. 

You love him without saying so. You cannot say desire as desire or wanting or craving or romantic.  You cannot put love to sound and syllable  when your words always feel so inadequate.  What is there to say, really? (I love you I love you I love you I love you.) You cannot say anything more than what he asks to hear. 

But sometimes he asks to hear your heart beat. Sometimes he asks to hear the truth falling from your lips, open close open close.  And he asks to hear of the citrus peels under your fingernails in November. Of the  lyrics to songs you sing to help him sleep. Of the  love you do not say out loud because love is both too grand a word and not nearly encompassing enough for the him and  the you. He asks you to be honest. 

And you are afraid. You are afraid of him.  No. You are wrong, in that. You are afraid of yourself. The strength and call and pull  of feelings you do not have names for. 

You are afraid that you peel oranges for him when oranges are not in season. That you sing when you hate your voice. That you speak to dark, sleeping rooms. That  he makes you want to be yourself: be brave,  be strong, be passionate, be more. That he makes you better. That you have never been able to explain how he is so safe when what you feel for him has you so scared. 

He says, I love you, and he says, You love me,  and it is not a question. He knows. Maybe he has always known: oranges in November,  songs in the dark, secrets all open close open close.  He says, You don’t have to say it. And he says,  I already understand. And you know: 

this is how the ocean pushes and pulls;  how the sun rises and sinks over the horizon;  how the winter dies alone and the spring begins to warm your hands so that you can peel  the oranges for him—or, this how he asks and this is how you give. 

You give and give and give to him,  and it is quiet, tentative, but it is whole. It is  little things, pieces of yourself you hand to him.  The ocean rising, the sun sinking. The winter  with its orange peels and the spring with its warmth.  You say, Thank you. You say, Thank you; you mean,  I love what you have made of me. I love what you have made of yourself. I love oranges and singing and whispering and oceans and suns. 

These are all things you are afraid of.  This is what it means, for the ocean to push and pull,  for the sun to rise and fall, for winter to  melt and spring to begin its burning. It is loving him (afraid of the greatness of your desire), loving him still, loving him always, loving him now—

that is how you give. He asks, Stay with me? I love you.  You say, I have oranges in my kitchen. 

#my writing #poetry prompts #haikyuu #kuroken #tetsurou kuroo #kenma kozume #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #hq kenma #hq kuroo

[bootyshitter]

poem about oikawa tooru from haikyuu

Oikawa poem, by bootyshitter.

Spike, set, bump

Boy l'm oikawa

I hit the ball like my mama used to hit me

Hard

Generational trauma

Boy I be hitting kageyama next

Hopefully it has a crazy effect On his brain

Brain dead.

IM CRAZIER THAN GRIFFITH I be making people plead the fifth

Cus I beat them In Gotham, I'm in Japanese Gotham, With volleyball.

the worst of the worst in gotham

the worst of the worst worldwide

is not the joker, the riddler, or darkseid

it’s a man who’s twisted

twisted in the head

his name is oikawa tooru and we need to shoot him dead.

yeah, I agree we need to shoot him in the head

good idea bootyshitter we need to shoot him with a Glock on lock hit him in the head with a rock.

Thank you, penispisser my friend. I enjoyed this

#writing #original poem #poems on tumblr #poem #poems and poetry #gotham #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #hq oikawa #oikawa torū #haikyuu #haikyū!! #fanfic

[ilovemesomebigmen]

𝙎 𝙊 𝙉 𝙂:

A stay with two lovers reconnected

The sheets we lay in became tepid

Your wiry arms cage me whole with

a perpetual grasp of consolation.

The stars gaze down at us with their bright Elizabethan constellations.

Seeming is the moon to be peeking a curious eye over and above, past the translucent silk hung over the open frame.

Soft is your breathing at the base of my nape, my body fragile in yours,careful to not stirre you awake.

Up to this time, the feeling of mildness unfurled entirely from your muscles softened across your face, an enthralling sight to behold indeed.

The usual crease of your brows unwinded to welcome soft kisses that beckons to your call and needs.

Who am I to 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛? Though I lay same surface as 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

Lips of momentum capture my own, an answer of time arrived with pools of hope to drown in, deep breaths being the shores.

A wonder it was when your fingers lingered along my skin, the even now unfamiliarity of it left guilt but the same cup was drank from admist the knowing look in your eyes.

Forgiving it was.

𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜.

In these moments that roam by, I'd grasp at the end that would always be here for us, for 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

And in these moments, I'd grasp the realization of importance the love you hold dear in your heart for me, a realization your warmth clasped my heart in.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.

┆✶┆ 𝘽𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙆𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪, 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰, 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢,𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘙𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘦,𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘒𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪,𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦,𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘰,𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪,𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦,𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪,𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰,𝘐𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘦,𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪,𝘚𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙁𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤, 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘰 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘪,𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬,𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺, 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳,𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣,𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘌𝘥𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙮, 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘌𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘯, 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯!!┆✶┆

#Spotify #latenightmidpoetry #harry potter x reader #harry potter fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #narnia x reader #narnia fluff #resident evil x reader #resident evil fluff #aot x reader #aot fluff #poetry #poetry-ish

[satantica]

sooo i’ve been thinking A LOT about my favorite boys from haikyu and attack on titan and this is just a sudden inspiration

for: sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, osamu miya, levi ackerman, erwin smith, mike zacharias

Thunderstorm

Your love is somewhat thunderstorm.

It’s striking me in half, I watch it.

My tears hard rain and hands are burnt

By fire of your heart as I approach it.

I’m lost in fields appealing for you.

As sound is hollow, ground shakes.

You let me know where you are going

By growl that wants to leave this place.

I follow rumble straight in darkness

And you light up the sky for me.

A desperate touch and there the mark is

Of lightning for a moment gleamed.

Your love is somewhat thunderstorm.

It’s striking me in half, I watch it.

The sky laments, its tears burn

By watching loved one who can’t touch it.

#poetry #poemsbyme #poem #haikyu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #hq osamu #osamu miya #miya osamu #ackerman levi #levi attack on titan #levi aot #snk levi #levi ackerman #snk erwin #erwin smith #aot erwin #mike aot #mike zacharias

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Thirst, Mary Oliver// Haikyuu!!, Haruichi Furudate

#web weaving #mine #quotes #words #poetry #haikyuu!! #shimizu kiyoko #mary oliver #thirst #haruichi furudate #hq

[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

[lightninrods]

INVASÃO #4

YEAH!

I feel humbled to be one of the guest contributors for this monolithic cornerstone of the portuguese artistic disenfranchised underground.

Tell me more?

Well...

Shit.

This ain’t your stereotypical comfortable-privileged-classist-academic-posh-modern-artsy-fartsy-newdarkagefashcapitalistic-fashionable-hip-institucional-crowdfunded-lookatmeimainfluencer-contentcreators-whatever ego driven vain bullshit that's on the spotlight right now. This is a really cool multidisciplinary zine/artbook featuring a bunch of budding artists put together by a small collective of real world artists and designers.

I've contributed with two small comix pages, there's also top notch dark fantasy illustration verging on black witchery with a purpose, real life poetry that screams for our burning future, outsider art drawings which will grow behind your bleeding eyes, fine art illustration with feeling and emotion other than fucking empty coldness and vapid decorative aesthetic, visual essays with a multidisciplinary approach, sick comix by a couple of genuine storyteller maniacs, ceramics thought and made for heavy rockers metal punks and much much much more that my depressed burnt brain can't really process as I'm already bamboozled by this awesome book!

For design nerds, the raw true to vision graphics and editorial illustration are lightyears beyond whatever the fuck kids learn in the art and design departments of corporate college these days. This thing looks like it has been brought forth from paradise by Lúcifer's hands himself.

Thanks to the editorial crew. I owe you lots of beer,

@mikzzart @marcodelvoid @_sofiadsilva_

Guest artists,

@cvspe @naoehcarolina @ruicough @ipsetron @hellgryn.ph

To the rest of you folks, go and grab one! Fear not, you won’t get stabbed I swear.

Cheers,

R.

#comics #banda desenhada #portugal #quadradinhos #coimbra #comix #bd #hq #illustration #drawing #smallpress #comic zine #books and zines #portuguese comix #bandadesenhadaportuguesa #ilustração #illustrated book #poetry #visual essay #leiria

[kawakeiko]

“Aqua” is translated to english on Webtoons! I’m uploading the videos of the painting process to this playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLusX157QZjQ1MLFMhVUlS_pUu_t3y8PNh 🤗🌊 thanks for reading! #aqua #kawakeiko #comic #quadrinho #hq #poetry #poesia #webtoons https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci3yCHEjQ_5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#aqua #kawakeiko #comic #quadrinho #hq #poetry #poesia #webtoons

[kosagum]

mouth like porcelain — akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou · drabble · 435 words

summary: to a boy whose skin was made of porcelain.

akaashi has never cared for anything beyond the rounded edges of curved walls, his calloused fingers running over the uneven surface, and the echoing drum of the slap of his right hand. akaashi wishes on days like these, with nothing but cold, empty space, that the world wasn’t so big, so complicated, so—

nevertheless, his world was small. occupied by and encapsulated of everything he knows, which consists of a very few. the static hum of muffled voices filling the white noise to keep him company. content with the warm presence of the sun, though its rays never reach his side. akaashi is okay with this. still, he could feel the pressure of each step of the world crack into his skin, spreading like branches all over his body. shoulders up to his ears when he feels the vibration, followed by a high-pitched noise piercing through him as it rings and echoes in his bones.

though, there were moments of clarity. where he could take control of the momentum and rotation of the world with his fingertips. running his fingers through the delicate art ingrained throughout his body. moments where he stares idly at the reflection of the world on his skin. akaashi cherishes these moments with shallow breaths, too afraid that just one will cause it to slip through his cracks. 

—

bokuto koutarou summons earthquakes with every step he takes, each with its own note. he moves in tandem to that tune. nothing about it is graceful or elegant; it’s destructive, demanding the whole space of the world and more. a fight to take his place in the heavens, rather than a dance. everything that akaashi is weak to.

entranced by the way he falls, akaashi falls too - hard. the ache of his cracked limbs is washed over by his hunger; bokuto’s appetite is contagious. able to convince one that the rumbling of one’s stomach is the bass of their own symphony, to play the strings of the crowd and conduct their cheers as fuel for his own engine. launching himself high enough so that he cracks the earth’s crust with angel wings beneath his feet when he lands. akaashi feels the familiarity of the waves when they reverberate within the ground, continuing their motion in the wind. bokuto is the very pulse that breaks akaashi. 

though, despite all of this, akaashi collides. 

and he is met with a chorus of his own screeching lungs.

—

in moments like these, where the space between them isn’t separated by gravity, he is weak again. 

akaashi forgets that, even with shattering limps, he is made of porcelain.

#haikyuu #akaashi keiji #koutarou bokuto #akaashi x bokuto #bokuaka #drabble #poetry #character study #angst #hq

[mihotose]

iwaoi are textually described as this btw

#jisho this is poetry did you know #gemitus #hq #ofmd

[cemeterymossed]

messages to ppl who have hurt me // 20230505

this year will be twelve years & i'm startin to feel the last of yr stain bleachin outta my bones

this year will be six years & i find myself still waitin for yr permission anyone's permission to live my life

this year will be four years & i scarred a livid ring from slippin the slow deliberate snare u laid around my neck

this year will be three years & i still hear a distant echo of yr voice critical at my every confidence

this year will be one year & i'm still combin all yr knots out of my system

this week will be one week & i am a jagged scab

i don't wanna mince myself for anyone but otherwise i am so often discarded

where can i find the pieces they trimmed off of me to fit their shapes? when will i feel safe to be myself again?

#fj #from hq #trauma poetry #vent poetry #vent poem #trauma poem #20230505

[yoshi-t9]

#Björk - Pagan Poetry - live on News23 Japan (2002) HQ

[yurib20]

Sobre o processo se Criação e as narrativas que vem junto. Junto de cada palavra, junto de cada intenção vem um pouco de você, um pouco daquilo que tenta esconder. . . . #quadrinhos #HQ #comics #zines #megazine #fanzine #poesia #poetry #poetrylife #ilustration #ilustração #ilustration #desenhos #drawing #sketch #sketchbook #sketching #surrealism #eyes #heart #lírio #lira #delírio #artists #artistic #art #brazilpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CouTeTWLSrq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#quadrinhos #hq #comics #zines #megazine #fanzine #poesia #poetry #poetrylife #ilustration #ilustração #desenhos #drawing #sketch #sketchbook #sketching #surrealism #eyes #heart #lírio #lira #delírio #artists #artistic #art #brazilpoetry