#Original poetry

[serhatdoganpoetry]

[arseholism]

Too broken to love, too special to hate..

Bound my pride, tempted by fate..

Hopelessly romantic, endlessly scared..

A dream come true within my own worst nightmare..

Unbothered, untethered, undeniably sweet..

A tainted masterpiece that would make your heart skip a beat..

Unpredictable, unforgiving, unequivocally true..

I’m love’s perfect storm.. when I’m in love with you.

[oblakdark]

𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

"𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝? 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛."

© OBLAK

[deanepoetry]

Here I sit.

[poemsonmars]

you are my favorite person to annoy.

and also to love and to cherish

and to watch movies with

and share my secrets with

and sit muted on calls with,

but you are one of the

only people in this world

that i feel safe enough to annoy.

i'm normally too terrified

of even the idea of other people

being mad at me for any reason.

but there are no buttons

in the world that i would press,

or bubbles that i could burst,

that would bring me half as much joy

as you rolling your eyes at me.

this is how i show my love.

this is how you make me

feel safe enough to do so.

-mars

[poppiesandpromises]

The soft warm water

Presses into ragged flesh

Kisses on the wounds

[storytimewriting]

writing is what keeps me alive

[arpeggio]

this is the first poem i've written in a while, and although it's not perfect, it's very dear to me. titled revision of the fourth of july.

[poetsofthestars]

power

the ones in power stay in their tower

and keep sending the kids to hell

and they are dying and hurting and coming out broken

bleeding burnt out and unwell

they stare us in the face and tell us to keep pace

to manage our time while the school bell chimes

and we all suffer another day

we work and work while teachers lurk

some helping some hurting

all underpaid and tired

those who care cry out

but adult do doubt

and our pleas all go amiss

and some recive deaths final kiss

and others pains embrace

and they ignore case after case

up in their tower

sitting on their thrones of power

looking down

- 🌙

[robertjw4688]

TODAY IS THE DAY! My new poetry collection, Coffee Ring Lies, is now available for purchase! I poured my entire existence into this collection so it would mean alot if you checked it out!

[forestgirlpoems]

Late Nights Lying in Bed

in a blue car the dome light refuses to die out;

a girl trying to find the reason, opening each door

trial and error in the darkness

heart beating one two

skipping one two

a mosquito buzzing and whining

right next to an ear

flying in and out of reach

pushing dials already dialed to the max

the lid must be removed

before the pot boils over

where's the lid in a human body

when all tears have run out dry

and a scream keeps building

and the heart keeps beating...

even at midnight

the light refusing to die out

[arseholism]

Just like a goddess on heavenly decree..

She roams mortal lands oblivious and free..

Her lingering perfume captivates my soul..

She smiles, she smiles, she makes me feel whole..

Just like a goddess from beyond earthly skies..

She looks at me softly with her sparkling eyes..

I’m captured, I’m frozen, I’m caught unaware..

A slave to her charms, oh how utterly unfair!

[waitingforthesunrise]

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

[and-corn]