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[poeticnorth]

With Winter Nights happening soon, I figured it's a good time to post my Chthonic Hymn to Yngvi-Freyr

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[wormswurld]

I. boyish love

wrinkled boxers

hands, calloused

yet, so gentle

heavy breathing

winding fingers finding their destination

closed eyes & open mouth

i find my immense adoration in your displayed debauchery

yours & mine

for you my love,

you are my muse

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[capricorn-0mnikorn]

poem prompt :

circles in nature

No such thing as a perfect circle not even the freshly sharpened point of a pencil. But sometimes, the full moon is reflected in a raven's eye.

#poetry prompts #my own poetry

[ilovestarsblog]

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t want this

I didn’t want to have random breakdowns

I didn’t want to have more trips for the hospital than vacations

I didn’t want the pills, I never take them anyways

I didn’t want to starve myself

But I know this feeling won’t last

Because my emotions are as unstable as a baby born too pre-mature or an elderly man on the hospital bed

And for I can’t seem to control them, I will end up in the same cycle over and over again

Unless if some day I find it in me to take the battle head on.

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[lunalens]

Before Him.

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[shazi-1]

When someone asks me " wo kon the , kesi the , kahan gae , kesy talash karain usy ? "

Then i say

ڈھونڈو گے کہاں اُس کو کچھ نقش بتاتا ہوں

کچھ خال ہیں عارض پر ، اِک ہونٹ پہ تِل ہو گا ..

(از قلم : شہباز)

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[methylbromide]

The light forms a halo around him, Shingling down on him and him alone.

He holds his chest and breaths, He’s broken that which carries.

To give up something in the pursuit. Of what will ultimately be worth. Nothing.

And the pain will be an example, Sung again and again.

And when he grows numb, They’ll find a different pain, And a different tune. Just as deep-cutting and breath-stealing.

He’ll sit and take it, And he’ll, Give and give and give. And never ask, only pray. For anything in return.

All he will get is. Silence.

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[lupuslikethewolf]

sometimes, some things, are made to be unmade.

She died.

It was a slow and painful death.

She died.

Where once Venus sang and her doves danced

I built an altar to Mars Ultor, the Warmonger.

Vows were made, and vows were broken,

And all that’s left is a simple token

Of some bastard’s devotion.

She died.

I took up her name and face

And claimed her past as my own

Striking her name from the history books.

One cannot exist alongside the other,

So I killed her. Now they think me an actor.

And what a piss poor performance,

A farce or a fantasy.

For one cannot simply pay enough money

To rid the world of such a wondrous tragedy.

We died.

We were buried together,

But the gravestone bore only one name.

And all that were present have forgotten

That she was once called ‘me’.

And i hold no sympathy

For my own agony.

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[emonicothirteen]

Here’s one of my calmer poems

‘Bloods thicker then water.’

Yeah, sure.

But blood can rot while water will always eventually run clean.

(Aka- even though blood family is related to you, then can turn bad while your chose family’s still chosen)

Stay safe, remember to drink water, and happy pride month <3

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[poeticnorth]

Would be rude to have not wrote one for Hel

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[butterfirefly]

To my nameless, faceless friend: I hope this poem finds you well. A reply, I may not send, still, there's something I must tell.

Since today's the day of love, let me give you some of mine. Fear not! It's white as a dove— I am no one's Valentine.

Here's a jar full of sunlight with some starlight thrown in, too. Look! It shines just as bright as beautiful, thoughtful you.

May it brighten up your day and chase away all shadows. I also asked a kind fae To make it smell of mallows.

Okay, that is all for now. I am running out of rhymes. Let me make a final bow and ring the late hour's chimes.

#I know this is sort of breaking the rules of the anonymous post but I just wanted to thank you. you have no idea how much that meant to me #I receive: your kind words. you receive: an awkward little poem #my own poetry

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

This Poem is a Trick

Just like the garden, this poem is a trick. What seems, at first, so natural and free Is just the clever artist's sleight-of-hand. With all the awkward phrases weeded out, And punctuation paving stones swept clean. Just turn your back a moment, then you'll see: True Nature has a way to claim her own. The poetry they handed you in school To memorize, and analyze, recite, Will cross pollinate and then, bear fruit And Dickinson and Shakespeare will entwine And you'll forget-- Who wrote the one about the hen and the wheelbarrow? Scraps of conversation overheard Will drop, like seeds, from a passing bird Onto the farmhouse roof, And Virginia Creeper, like illuminations In the margins of the page Will curtain down your windows and frame the scene As garden transforms to enchanted wood Where tadpoles, covered in fur, and web-footed mice Swim in the frog pond, And men sprout beards of leaves And goat beginnings end with fish's tails Like the punch-line to some joke. And Red Riding Hood seeks flowers that never grew On her mother's windowsill Where, once upon a time, Rapunzel, her hair cropped short, Banished from her tower, built a house of her own. And did just fine. With her son and daughter toddling at her heels, She harvested acorns for their bread Until the blind, despairing, Prince Stumbled to her door, And carried her home to a royal garden Always tended, never free. I wonder: did she ever crave a taste (as her mother had) Of her own green namesake, That grows, unbidden, amid the stubble of last year's wheat? ...Do you?

#my own poetry #written November 2014 #for the “Art Garden” #(a 'literary magazine for the stage') #final performance #Theme: ''harvest"

[ilovestarsblog]

I keep doing jumping jacks.

Wanting to feel the tiredness in my legs

Wanting the energy to leave my body through my legs

Because energy makes me feel like I’ve ate too much

I watch my reflection on the Tv

On the fridge

Counting,

Judging

I wanted it to feel like my legs would give out any second

It gave me a sense of reassurance,

That I didn’t eat too much,

Or I did exercise enough,

So I keep doing them.

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[lunalens]

He was looking at me with those big brown eyes.

And that’s when I knew,

I always wanted to be his.

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[shazi-1]

دنیا کی بھیڑ بھاڑ میں تنہا پڑا ہوں میں

انساں مِرے مزاج کا ملتا نہیں مجھے ..

(از قلم : شہباز)

"My Poetry

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