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onherway · 6 months
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From my debut poetry book: Dangerous Sessions: The Black Room
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motherofblurbs · 2 months
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a love so pure
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enslavedmind · 6 months
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how i know love // jay brooks
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Ishq hai isme sawaal kaisa, Tujhi se hai isme inkaar kaisa. Tujhe bus taakte rahun Yun hi chat par baithe, Duniya se mooh mod lene ka malaal kaisa.
@siriusblackstwin @chaand-sifaarish @remen-nyoodles @yehsahihai @thewinchestergirl1208 @kaagazkefool my brain not working properly so rlly sorry if i didn't tag youT-T
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wetcigaret · 4 months
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crossroads pire
i now understand
why rage is often
compared to fire.
i cauterized my mouth shut
to prevent my words
from infecting,
and all i got
out of it was
an all consuming anger
buring a hole
from my chest to my gut.
it ravages my sense
of direction but
my longer bleeding mouth
can no longer ask
the right questions.
now, i'm stuck
in a scalding hot
intersection of rage,
pride, fire,
and conviction.
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cosmicbirch8 · 6 months
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Fuschia Mists
She floats in fuschia mists beneath the towering birch
A voyager from constellations far
Bringing her dreams to life
She has the aura of a star
She blazes true and bright
A sweet soulful seer
Born of a winter kiss
Devoid of earthly fear
Truth shines, awakened
Within her cerulean eyes
An infinite soul in motion
beneath clear saccharine skies
Her laughter is filled with rainbows
Like a meadow in full bloom
Her wild heart illuminating
The bleakest blackened gloom
Breathing ancient magic
She lingers for loves knowledge
A mirror of all the seasons
A tempest of passion and courage
A warrior, a poet
A fierce protective aspiration
A promise in disguise
A delicate affirmation
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Cosmic Birch
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another poem, from scents lost and words found
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imfullofworms · 11 months
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B L U N T
Allow me to be blunt
Said the force-trauma to
The walls around my heart
And I look
And I see
You
Holding a hammer
Shirt splattered with love...
And I cry
Darling
Hit me
Hit me again
It's for my own good
I can't break
Them down
Alone
But down
They must
Come
by me <3
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writingmonster05 · 1 month
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A flight to touch the sun (pt.4, last pt.)
All the things they didn't understand (message from Icarus)
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They sing of me as the fallen boy
They sing of me as arrogant and naïve
They sing of my tragic end
My fall from the sunlit skies
But let me tell you a secret
They left out the most beautiful part unsung
Did they sing that I wanted to touch your golden chariot?
Did they sing that I wanted nothing more than to behold your eyes?
Did they tell you that I didn’t regret your love?
Even if it was just for a minute
Even if it was just for a second
The stars of our fate formed melancholy constellation
But they still shone the brightest in the whole night
So I didn’t flinch when searing hot wax slid down my back
I didn’t look away when sunrays blinded my eyes
I didn’t scream when I fell from the skies
I knew of thanatos’ soft hands that were waiting to catch me
They watched- so puzzled- when I laughed as I fell
They pitied me, titled me as the ‘damned’
But what had they really known of my flight to touch the sun?
There was so much they didn’t understand
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(And this was the last poem of the series "A flight to touch the sun"!!! I would really appreciate it if you checked out the previous parts as well. Thank you so much so reading!!! Hope you have a great day!!!)
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stantheanomaly · 6 months
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After my first breakup, I vowed to never fall in love again. But today when I saw you my heart whispered, "One more time."
Suvrahadip, from my upcoming book - The Anatomy of a lover's heart
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savspeachpit · 1 year
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I am a blue girl
when I was 7 years old,
I thought I was purple
only after reading “the purple crayon”
of course—
why wouldn’t I be anything but
as majestic
as fun
as powerful or
as bold
as purple so seems to be?
when I was 14 years old,
I thought I was mustard yellow
only after scrolling through
poems written by sunflowers on tumblr
of course—
why wouldn’t I be anything but
as bright
as beautiful
as loud or
as bubbly
as mustard yellow seems to be?
I am 22 years old,
and I am a blue girl
only after coming to terms with the hues,
of course— am I a blue girl
why wouldn’t I be anything but
as intuitive
as sensitive
as imaginative or
as deep as blue so is?
maybe that’s why
I walk in the creek
as though every ripple I make
is so imperative,
maybe that’s why
I crave to be lying in the sand
listening to the roar of the ocean,
the only time I’ll allow the sun to engulf me
maybe that’s why
the sound of rain,
especially on a tin roof soothes me so
I am a blue girl
I am not purple
I am not mustard yellow
But I am every blue hue imaginable
I am every blue thought
I am every blue wave
every ripple
every drop
— Savanna Furgason AKA Messyart
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motherofblurbs · 1 month
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a love so magnetic it's impossible to fight....
~some quick sections from the book I'm writing~
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enslavedmind · 6 months
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noise // jay brooks
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aaravaggarwal9 · 6 months
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A Wish
Even i wish to stay the same
I want slither into that corner of yours
Come up to you gently
Kiss you tenderly on the cheek
Say that I love you
Just hug you tightly
And quietly adore nature's beauty
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wetcigaret · 7 months
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i don’t even know
where you end and i begin.
i hold onto your clothes
when what i need is your skin.
you carry my heart
on a dainty gold chain,
and i claw through your body
to reach yours in vain.
i don’t just crave the taste
of your skin,
i crave to know what it’s like
to devour every inch.
the rabbit is to you
the way wine is the blood of christ.
i’d dedicate myself to this religion,
if you were a less
delicate version of jesus.
i am the butcher
and you were the saint.
you bore the cross
but i, i carry your weight.
i tore the meat from your limbs
and brushed the hair from your face.
you couldn’t tell me you loved me,
so i ate off the bones i betrayed.
you consumed my every thought,
my every move,
so i consumed your flesh
because i couldn’t have you.
- poppies in winter , by me
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cosmicbirch8 · 5 months
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Dreamscape
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I melt upon white silken sheets
Ardent letters upon sweet lips
Touch lightening devotions grasp
Heart fluttering beneath breathless chest
I cast aside all worldy hold
To lie in warm arms gentle fold
As eyes close and soft sighs escape
And bodies dance in loves dreamscape
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Cosmic Birch
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