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aniah-who · 7 months

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psalm of the soul.

//night seasons//

here i've been wondering if there's anything left of me.

i realize now that Satan has been getting the best of me.

they tell you to get up when you've been down for so long.

but what is a fast recovery when the trauma's of the soul?

unanswered questions discourage me every single day;

my lips have become so numb that i've forgotten how to pray.

i've hit rock bottom, a place i'd never thought to be.

and unless God delivers, this will be the end of me.

'how did i end up here?', is the question on my mind.

unrepentant sin has added up over time.

my boyfriend tells me i'm beautiful and i can't help but cringe,

because the outside may be pleasant, but it's a terrifying within.

this is where i've been lately; i have to be honest.

Lord, please, remember me, and please, remember your promise.

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doyoulikebutter · 5 months

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A quote from the poem "Snaking the Drain" from Do You Like Butter? by Brittney Melvin

#poetry #love poetry #heartbreak #healing #poetry books #book recommendations #poetry club #unrequited love #quotes #quote of the day #art about love #rejection #poems that make you cry

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whateverwhimsy · 8 months

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You walk around in silences

stepping through worm-holes,

dressing up in vigilant tendencies

asking the sky to dream a pretty scene

while lust bubbles up & under.

Watch for the flicker,

you'll know the rumbling of destiny

when the fission fizzles,

sparks flying around the room -

senses and scenes building

the art of defying gravity

might just be a mini-fantasy away

but you're still grabbing hold for dear life.

A memory comes back,

striving to connect the strife to truth.

In hot pursuit.

#poem #poetry #spilled ink #spilled poems #poetryclub #poetscorner #poetry club #writing #written

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swantonlibraryteens · 13 days

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#swanton public library #poetry club #poetry #poetry contest #national poetry month

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rattywrites · 3 months

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oh god, I am afraid I will never be loved

#poetry club #my poem #poesia #short poem #poetry #poem #poetsandwriters #writing #writers of tumblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #writerblr #writeblr #poetscommunity #poets on tumblr #writers and poets

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homelygrantaire · 1 month

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Bakugou Katusuki's "a hummingbird's heart"

Tags: No Archive Warnings, Texting, Class 1-A Group Chat (My Hero Academia), Poetry

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Summary:

A poetry club is formed for class 1-A. Bakugou is ABSOLUTELY not going to write poetry.

He writes poetry.

#writing*#bakugou katsuki/midoriya izuku #MHA #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #poetry club #first reblog

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missmisandrytabletalk · 2 months

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hear me out! for women catharsis is actually a metaphor for menstruation. sweet poetic justice.

#poemsociety #poetry #rants n rambles #femininity #womanhood #sylvia plath #jane austen #rio de janeiro #emily dickinson #mary oliver #virginia woolf #poetstribe #poetry club #poetry community #unhingedmisandrist

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eefrostpoetry · 1 year

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i am my own heartbreak and healing all in one

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #dead poets society #poetry riot #eefrost #eefrostpoetry #poets club #poetry club #quote #quote of the evening #dark academia #writing #musing #spille love

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crossmyheartandhopetodie94 · 4 months

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And suddenly,

She felt drained

Of everything she had.

Like the world had just..

Taken it all out of her

Every sad moment, every tear dried

Every broken heart with every broken promise

Was all too much in the end

There was nothing left to feel

The numbness felt familiar somehow

And then she knew.. this feeling was worse

The pain went away

This didn’t.

This stayed and stayed and stayed

Until she faded away

#poetry #poem #numb #numbness #pain #feeling numb #feels feeling #feels #poetry club #poets of tumblr

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ryaslibrary · 1 year

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Poetry Club

I'm making a poetry club on Discord. We can share our poems on various sites or on Discord. I plan to partner people up to read each other's poems (currently just 2 members)

#poetry #poetryclub #poems #club #wattpad #poet #poetclub #poetry club #discord club #wattpad poetry

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heartfeltletters-written · 1 year

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a poem about grief and longing and the meaning of the portuguese word saudade. if been wanting to write about this for a long time but could never get it out. i finally feel like this is worth showing <3

#poemsoftheday #poetic #poetry #stages of grief #grief work #tw grief #grief/mourning #poetry club #poetry compilation #ao3 works #ao3 #original content #original poem #original work #please like this poem #angst #death

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dear-rose-days · 1 year

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Reminder

Hello Darling

I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been pulling thorns out of my heart. I’m pretty sure I was trying to grow some more roses and I ended up sprouting brambles.

I’m bleeding again. But I’ve learnt not to keep the wells full, a deluge is due each time the hive in my head comes alive. A complete firestorm of thoughts and feelings burning up inside and my chest is heaving…slightly. But I’m surviving, darling.

I tried reaching the moon this time and the storm clouds gathered the second my feet left the soil of my soul and I’ve been drifting in and out of grey - shades of grey. There’s lightning in the distance and the pattering of tears or rain or blood from my feet, running through shards, words stabbing, heart pulsing. Do I need a harness for these dreams, these thoughts - should I make a meal of these ashes I’ve been churning up in the hive?

I’m drifting again. The rain? The river of my prayers is filling up and pressing at the banks and my garden is at risk of going under and this time maybe I’ll breathe better under water, under my own caress against the window panes of my mind.

Darling, it’s out now. Out. Take a deep breath. The thorn, the shard? - you’ve ripped it out and now the clouds are shimmering and the lightning is coming back to you and you’re dreaming under the stars you put up - the hive is quiet. The queen has found a new budding rose and it’s called Hope.

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swordhearte · 2 years

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The Horror Movie I Starred In.

You are the hungry man, he says, the dog that is always wanting.

I don’t try to convince him otherwise; he knows who I am. He knows I am the damned, the damnation, and the damning. He knows I will make you sick if you let me.

He keeps saying, how are you still hungry? There is nothing left to consume, you’ve emptied the cupboards, and carved out my heart, for god’s sake enough is enough.

But I can’t explain myself, I can’t quench the urge to inhale everything, even when he sits me down on the couch

even when I tell him I’ll stop; shove a key into my chest and lock that shit up tight.

He doesn’t believe I can put a stopper in a black hole.

This conversation is over, it’s been over for days, but we’ll have it another hundred times.

We never mean it anyway, not really, he likes destruction too much to leave me.

He likes the righteous heroism of keeping something damaged on a leash, he read too much Stephen King, and this is a horror movie we’ll direct, act, and martyr in until the universe gets tired of this story and requests a different one.

Rewrite the fucking script, Toby, call me by the right name.

In this new version he’ll keep fucking me over until we get to the place where I get to make another confession.

Where I get to get on my knees and plead, tell me that you love me, tell me that I’m your best friend, and you can’t exist without me.

He’ll get to act like the sorry one.

I’ll hit the buttons until the message says I miss your company and he’ll ignore my text and go home to the man that he’s screwing

and I’ll spend the night knowing that he only ever loved me when he thought he could have me.

In my head I search his body for the scars, the places I sunk my grip in too deep, and can’t find anything. It’s like I never touched him.

In my head I tell him, you will never get the chance to know this version of me. I’m not giving it up. This one thing will be mine. The hair you never got the chance to touch, the mouth you never got to kiss, and the name I never heard you say.

When I finally leave, he’ll still get to cry. He’ll still get to say he’s sorry. He’ll still get to blame me, my appetite, and the blade I buried. But he knows how it ends now.

The credits roll as the cosmos splits in two and I’m still starving.

| Oleander D. |

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whateverwhimsy · 11 months

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White Knuckling

When you think it’s just a phase you’re going through but you’re going through it every night,

a liquid lift that starts to kill you inside

and when you think you’re getting better but you’re just getting better at learning how to hide -

is there an answer for when the answers arrived and you’re still drowning to live a better life?

#Poem #poetry #words #written #thoughtsspilled #spilledink #spilled ink #spilled poetry #poetscorner #poetry club #poems #writerscorner

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swantonlibraryteens · 1 month

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#poetry #poetry club #swanton public library

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marigoldjesus · 2 years

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You lit a 21 birthday candle / told me to make a wish / I proceeded to light my cigarette with it / said I kind of have all that I need / I kissed your neck and tasted the salt / and heard the church bells playing their gospels / not to far where you removed my spaghetti straps and silk panties/ spilled the wine on the blanket and the ants were all over food/ as the sun went down in that golden hue / our bodies glowed like honey.

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