#rhythmic poetry

[shitty-goose-quack]

Sometimes

sometimes i want to fuck up my life

i want to cuss out my teachers, and cut up my arms

i want to come out as straight

i want to deadname my friends

i want to lie, and cheat, and refuse to eat

sometimes i want to fuck up my life

because if no body likes me,

if im bleeding,

if im dead

then i wont have to get out of bed

#poem #original poem #tw depressing stuff #tw self destruction #tw sui implied #tw ed diet #tw selfhate #tw self harm #tw ana shit #tw depressive #sad poem #sgq #poetry #these poems are the only things i enjoy posting rn #if you like it like it pls #it makes me feel special #sometimes #sometimes i want to fuck up my life #tw swearing #rhythmic poetry #idk if thats what that means #i mean it has a rhythm so ig #short poem #tw cutting

[sunrustbeggar]

Maliciously massive the avarice passive

Its static attractive and matching the action

Its missing the maxim for the cash as you catch 'em

Its minimum matching in patches of passion

And ditching the diction for ass interaction

While kissing and catching the maximal smashes

And mixing the mistress's moon as it waxes

Salaciously slashing the gashes and snatches

Deliciously maxing the packed and the placid

A shame forlorn shaven this shake for the maiden

Unanimous amorous this bullshit is famous

Youre sublime, i'm subprime, now supine fucking aimless

#original #sunrustbeggar #poem #poetry #rhythmic poetry

[calamitys-child]

Something something the curtains are blue or whatever but underappreciated media analysis phenomenon is when someone else reads something you wrote and points out the blue curtains that you hadn't even noticed yourself hanging up while you built it. Like fuck they sure are I genuinely hadn't noticed I just flung em up I was concentrating on the carpet. Hey that shade of blue goes nice with the carpet huh. I should get more decor in that colour. Does this make sense to anyone

#like my pal proofread some poetry for me and one of the things they said was like #'your cadence is really good and i like how you do bouncy assonance rhymes when you're playing or introducing a concept #then sharper rhythmic rapid lines when youre passionate or angry and then switch abruptly to a completely different rhyme scheme to #indicate that you've gotten upset or reached a conclusion' #i never in my life noticed myself doing that. i just write based on vibes and mouthfeel. but now theyve pointed it out??? #dude its in like half my poems. its a really recognisable voice. i didnt know i had one of those and i definitely didnt know #that my choice of meter is such a clear emotional throughline to a reader #but yken what. i like that shade of blue

[expiredhydrogenperoxide]

how to turn poetry into a career with a stable income no borax no glue

#please can i just write lyrical poetry for people to turn into songs #i love music so much but i don’t understand how to make a song #all i know is rhyming rhythmic words #one day i will turn my poetry into music and it will be all over for everyone ever #poems and poetry #song lyrics #poets of tumblr #indie music

[speciosuspoematis]

#Poetry is the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty in Words || Cyvel ||

[demonic--angel]

Pain ticks away each minute's toll,

One candle fades, another ignites its role.

Winds whip and howl, breeding fear's snare,

Thirst grows unquenched, no water to care.

Heart pounds fiercely, in relentless beat,

Beliefs shattered, falsehoods meet defeat.

God's game unfolds on earthly ground,

Screaming silence, a deafening sound.

Within, I seek solace, calmness find,

Tears glisten, eyes to heaven bind.

Head bowed low, knees upon the ground,

In whispered words, peace is found.

Fear not thirst, nor tremble in fright,

Take solace in the dark, seek the light.

For where there's shadow, there's still a way,

Pain's fleeting seconds, soon decay.

Stay grounded, neither boast nor bemoan,

Karma finds its mark, no deed unknown.

Be resilient as the grass, in life's grand play,

Let the mind's melodies, in rhymes, convey.

#poem #poetry #beats rhymes and life #reading #Rhythmic

[fromedennn]

Sprawling farther than the eyes see, green lush

Fields and sun’s azure skies. Golden discs, two,

Slice through clouds before they curve back around—

falling star from heavens, crashes to Earth.

A painful slash upon the neck, blood drips—

A mourning lover cries.

Where is morning? The sun won’t rise.

What purple o’er his head, a flower blooms

In his stead. Failed healing, he takes last breaths.

There is no cure for Fate dictated death.

#hyacinthus #apollo #i’m taking a poetry intensive creative writing class this quarter #this was for my study on meter #i switched from trochaic pentameter to iambic pentameter to signify the change in tone #and the trimeter and tetrameter lines stand out to me a lot #she’s errrr rhythmically ambiguous tho. like half the words are stressed literally only bc i say so #let me know what you think!! #hyacinthus and apollo #classics #greek mythology #mythology #poetry #original work #love #greek myth retellings #mine #meter #my poetry

[sageandscorpiongrass]

I Seek For Rhythmic Whisperings, Zinaida Gippius

#poetry #poem #literature #poemblr #poems and poetry #poem of the day #i seek for rhythmic whisperings #zinadia gippius

[jamietukpahwriting]

gentle fingers pluck my heartstrings like harp strings

an intimate melody moon-soft, night-sweet love’s rhythmic beat

~~~~~

Rhythmic by Jamie Tukpah

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[your-local-ruebit-hole-detective]

the mask is off

you thought I was hiding

but I was constructing

a person where there was none

I did it myself

fragments of all that I’d seen

stuck together in an unholy scream

don’t look at it too long

you’ll notice the cracks

the little gaps

that I didn’t account for

don’t point them out

they’ll be fixed soon enough

I’ll paste on a new lie like stucco

just don’t pay attention

just take the face value

lest you discover the missing soul

I can’t replace that part

but I can pretend

I’ll act just like I’m real

it’s only a costume

no substance beneath

but a costume looks pretty from afar.

#Poetry #my poetry is getting less and less rhythmic and more and more word vomit #Anyway as I’m sure you’ve noticed the flimsy sense of self I have fades the longer I stay up/the later it gets

[neptuneispurple]

Less is more

I knew a boy once. He liked the colour purple and the smell of rain,  He liked the way I spoke and he liked the way I sang, He liked to strum his guitar while I sat at the end of his bed, He liked our nights spent together, sanity hanging by a thread,

But he liked more.  

Not the kind I am, the kind where lines are defined. Porcelain, pristine, perfect Normal, as he would call it.

He liked more but not the kind I am. Even though he liked my voice, and he liked my purple, The way I listen, the way my eyes sparkled,  I just didn’t understand, Why I was the wrong kind of more. 

But for him I can be less. I can cut and paste, I can put on a prettier face,  For him I would stop swallowing, Or even chewing for that matter, So I can be less. I can slice and trim, I would accept any fate, no matter how grim. I would give away my heart,  And my liver, and my spleen, And the bay window that makes me not pristine, I’ll do away with my wings and my saddlebags, 

And I’ll be less, So he will love me more.

#sad girl era #this is not about anyone in particular lmao i'm just maladaptive but i cant imagine anyone loving me even in fantasy land #poem #poetry #my poem #poet #poetic #less is more #sad #love #i dont usually try to rhyme but i am in a rhythmic mood #writing #amatuer poet #feedback appreciated! #poets on tumblr #neptuneispurple

[weaselle]

Wishing Rod      🎣

(if you think you’ve caught the rhythm try it out loud it’s fun)

got a pole or maybe stick that made me trip into a whole-ass pit and so i gripped it when i slipped up out the hole and this is just a line, a piece of twine that tied my feet that i can keep in case a string is just the thing i seem to need.

[[deep breath]] Now these are all the screws oh i been screwed a time or two and i’ve been nailed for mistakes that I have made, i failed (true) but the collection i’m inspectin’ is a treasure trove of magic that i grabbed from tragic happenstance, a pleasure that I have it [[breathe]] cause i’ve landed on my toes i’m standing closer to a potion full of life and death and motion yes i guess that it’s an ocean so i open up my pockets for the clock that’s never right [[breath]] i strip it for the gears i’m seeing clear and in the night right beside my frightened fears in the flare from inner light I can make a useful tool out of souvenirs of plight.

[[breathe]]

I tighten up the time ‘n’ tinker think i’ll take a look pull a pin from my skin that i bend into a hook for a mystic fishing rod made of oddness that i master i’m a witch i stitch with laughter watch me craft it from disaster - then i bait it with intention, wade where schools of wishes dwell… swing a thing i’ve made from failure and prepare to cast a spell

#idk i tried to reformat it a little #did some minor edits #i have no idea if the internal rhyme schemes and cadence switches come off the page #but if you hear it out loud it's pretty bomb if i do say so myself #poem #poetry #writing #when you say it out loud some of the inner rhymes like Pockets / Clockthat's stand out a #little more #and lines like Tighten Up The Time An' Tinker Think I'll Take A Look get a bit more fun #but then again other lines become a pain in the ass #and it took me forever to figure out where to breathe #i know it looks super un-rhythmic probably but i swear it can be said nicely to a good beat (or even a metronome) #if you cock your head to the side on Pole and then to the other side on Stick and then keep that rhythm with your head has the metronome #that might get you on the beat i'm on #but then i cadence switch and syncopate some swing in the the second verse so idk

[zombeats93]

Sorta unfinished recent wurdz

Infatuated,

Take me home and keep me lazy

Alone with my thoughts and that's what I fear the most.

Wholesome,

I wanna be.

Back in the darkness of solid green

Grabbed and harnessed, I'm never clean.

I'll sleep in the shadows of the branch,

Cos your arms can't reach me.

Grown in a ready tread pathway so it's dirt I bleed

Off the thorns in your life I feed

Prickled in the skin that's now mine

I've grown into it but now I'm slipping down the hillside

Leaning on grass just to feel fine

No rocks hit on the way down

Your voice was in the wind but it's gone now

With others I stay close,

words, looks and forgotten notes.

Laugh like it's jokes,

But I'm broken,

Sewn seems drawn on with sharpie.

#original poetry #original poems #poetry #poem #my words #words #rhythmic words

[shcherbatskya]

oh im so obsessed with this one. the rhyme structure…

#the first one is abab right. and then the second one is cccc #and then the last two DONT RHYME…. but they have so much alliteration #and they’re more rhythmic than rhyming…. #samael speaks #poetry

[vampirepuppygirl]

Kiss me, kill me,

Do what you will with me,

I wanna live a life of neverending heresy,

I wanna kill the lie that suffering is liberty,

I wanna go home,

but I'm already there,

Don't wanna throw stones,

Everybody is already scared,

I wanna rend the flesh,

I wanna start fresh,

I wanna die, and live,

And thrive, and give,

All that I have to somebody else.

So gut me, and cut me open,

Let my blood water the flowers,

Just touch me, and love me,

Over and over for hours and hours.

I wanna make something,

I wanna take something and turn it into something else.

I wanna be free, unshackled, unchained,

But my bones and joints creak and crackle,

Again and again and again and again,

I wanna finish something,

I can't even finish this,

I feel like such a dummy,

Broken, hungry, useless.

#poetry #song lyrics #technically #it's better if you read it with musical flow #basically a rap but more like rhythmic spoken word

[speciosuspoematis]

#Poetry is the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty in Words || Cyvel ||