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her reflection was the universe the matter  the dark all the stars and moons  she was 14 billion years and moving faster than light travels expanding forever
i am small in the mirror a distant…
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justthoughts03 · 3 months
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This year I’ve prepared myself to lose a lot of people in my life
Because I finally have the courage to say out loud that
Even though I am loved I don’t like the way some people love me.
They may think they are doing a good job but I don’t feel that’s what I deserve.
I deserve to be loved better.
And if you can’t do that and commit to it… there’s the door
-this is what courage looks like-
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wordsintheattic · 1 year
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“I think I am a better ghost than I am a human being.”
—Ingmar Bergman
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jonaswpoetry · 10 days
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Calling hope
I would be loath at calling hope
my drug of choice — it enters me
only unwillingly, lending less-
than-welcome sedation when
despair’s overwrought charge
made through too-fraught veins
is seeming as a never-ending im-
possibly tempting pool in which
to drown — yet, somehow the needle
remains ever sharp, and oh-
so ready for penetrating
these cultivated wretched layers
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rumor-imbris · 3 months
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Half man, half winter midnight half warrior, half vernal sun Who could have known my heart would freeze and burn inside all of him, a volcano with a snow-capped peak
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manderson1970060 · 5 months
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Resin of ancient lifelines webbed across tapestries of frozen dusk, and I enter through liminal dreams
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nidhibhasin · 1 month
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but I don’t think
I even existed before you touched me
what I saw in the mirror
for twenty five years, an apparition
the ghost of some woman, I hated
a woman who never existed
I only exist in the places you’ve touched
everything else
is just smoke and ashes
.
but you don’t touch me anymore
and I’ve started to fade
the mirror is almost empty
so is my house
and my bed has become a grave
come back
touch me
only you can bring me back from death
-Nidhi Bhasin
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gardensof-babylon · 2 months
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I wonder if anyone has ever looked at me before and felt compelled to write poetry
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mn-harper · 2 months
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I didn't mean to, but
I smoked that night and saw you under the stars. I held your hand each time I took a hit, your fingers taking the place of cold plastic and glass. The smoke I greedily inhaled hit me square in the chest the way that first smile did, and I choked just as I did on those first few words, when doors opened to a November night and voices reached across space so small yet substantial.  -harper
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suffering-is-cute · 2 months
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he asks me to mark up his pores with dark treacle. he wants the bruise of sugar to call in on his adrenaline, nipping incisors inching deeper forward into the territory of temple grounds. i bend over, cautiously, and land like a butterfly,
lips pressing adoration into his forehead.
he wants me to have him watch as i doctor his skin into obsolete lyrics of trickling molasses. he shyly begs for the blood to seep out where i place my mouth against him so i can feel him from the outside in. i take his hand in both of mine and stamp
lips against the back of that lovely hand, printing a lipstick signature for devotion.
he begs for me to start a slow parade of uninhibited syrup against his neck, where he is most tender, most vulnerable, most tempted. he asks me to set the briefly warming sunlight within the tussling tree bark out of the wood and out of the trunk, to make caskets for whiskey out of his distinctive taste.
i smile, instead, and let myself kiss his inner wrist where his pulse beats so high,
adorning his heart with the entirety of me.
for @nosebleedclub ‘s jan 25 prompt ‘syrupy’.
@catkin-morgs-kookaburralover
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evergreenwords · 3 months
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Glorious breath of the hare.
Discordant remnants of all that’s left.
Glory is to light as strength is to the flame.
Nothing will be left of us, and nothing shall remain.
Then the wheel shall forget to turn.
Strength then turns into that burn.
Our flaming light of a divine sun.
Once there was, and now there’s none.
But just like the wheel shall forget; the sun will one day go.
Discarding our possessions, as there’s nothing left to grow.
The lilies will bloom as the next passes on.
Immortalized forever in the rise of the dawn.
Discard all that weight and sever all ties.
To then arrive home in the bluest of skies..
-s.z (Dwelling In Divinity)
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...and not only that,
you killed all the love in me as well
you are the worst sort of love
...my love
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shadowsnblood · 5 months
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All these poets and authors and philosophers talk about getting over romantic loves but no one ever taught me how get over you. How to deal with your absence when you were the first person in a while who I was confident would stay a little longer, if not forever. Watching you leave was not abrupt, it was gradual. Watching us fade away was like watching the slow withering away of a flower, death of beauty. Years of laughter, tears, love, quarrels, companionship slowly extinguishing because of the lack of fuel perhaps. I'm sorry I wasn't enough, I tried. And maybe you tried too. And maybe it was worth letting go of me over a stranger. It's okay I understand. I cannot make people stay and maybe it's my narcissism to blame. But I hope you're happy. I hope they're enough for you. Maybe their altruism will make them stay.
However, remember this, I never willing let go of anyone's hand but I do not cling on to those who wish to leave. I wish there was an easier way to say this but I didn't find one.
(-on losing platonic love.)
~V.J.C
(01.11.2023)
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wordsintheattic · 1 year
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"I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream."
-Vincent van Gogh
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jonaswpoetry · 2 months
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Degeneration suits me
Innocence is afflicted with dove-
wing fragility; my sins
are less brittle, and also
more easily tossed aside
for the purely pragmatic purpose
of getting on with life
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rumor-imbris · 5 months
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His eyes blades of dusk cut deep a spirit, like roots in the soil opening wounds that bleed forget-me-nots
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