#prompt 10: poetry

[bg3-apprecimaytion]

BG3 Appreci-May-tion Day 10: Poetry

And now our tenth day of the event, and our tenth prompt, poetry. We're excited to see the submissions!

[poemsonmars]

i have always felt like

there's too much inside of me

and none of it is quite right.

like a flame constantly

burning itself out

when all it's meant to do

is keep the candle lit.

like an hourglass

suffocating itself

from the pressure of

passing the time.

i think i liked the

feeling originally;

the intensity. the burn.

but honestly i'd trade it all in

just to know what it feels like

to breathe fresh air again.

i think i would like to rest.

i think i would like to stop

moving from place to place,

hoping my restlessness

will be mistaken for wanderlust.

hoping the smoke will stop

following me and finding

its way into my lungs

no matter where i go.

i think i would like to

learn how to breathe again.

-mars

[salovie]

When the sun has kissed every single smile you grow,

When the rain has wept away oceans of woe,

When the grass becomes field becomes meadow becomes forest,

When the birds have long memorized your sweet laughter’s chorus,

When the wind has whispered my love from all its directions,

When I run out of ways to share my affections:

through frost and flame, to mountains and shores,

Still you are mine, Still I am yours.

[somanyfuckedupiftruebooks]

Despite utterly failing to write my usual anthology of fics for @jonmartinweek this year, I couldn't let the event pass without submitting anything, so here's a collection of poetry! There's two poems for each season and one epilogue, chronicling Martin's feelings towards Jon over the years. Here's the first one, for a taste of how truly bad these poems are:

First Impressions (by Mr. Blackwood)

You sit in your office All fussy and proper Like a cat upon a wall Then I blunder in With tea cup and tail wag And you make me feel so small

Big dogs make big messes Despite best intentions Cats cling when they could let go With fur all a bristle You hiss your chastisement Overeager, clumsy, slow

When eyes cruel as your claws Catch me just to scratch me Everyone sees what is wrong Cats sit on high perches Dogs wait below begging And they'll never get along

(Read the rest on Ao3)

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #14: THE AUTHOR RESPONDS TO HIS DECADE-OLD SUICIDE NOTE

[pigeonriot]

ONE YEAR OF NOT ME DAY 1: Episode 10 + Villain (x)

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters // Mahmoud Darwish, Mural // Josephine Angelini, Firewalker // Welcome to Night Vale, 43 - Visitor // Criss Jami, Killosophy // Imagine Dragons, Natural // Clementine von Radics, James

[soupernatural]

for day 4 of @spnpoetryrenaissance : grief

[getcareless]

With Your Hands

With your hands I

think I have purpose;

there’s more to be explored.

Let’s untie this noose (I’m ticklish).

Mountains have been 

moved with your hands and 

there’s not much you ever say about it.

I think I��m in love.

There’s endless possibilities

with your hands.

JEP

[icanonlyblamemyself]

DECEMBER PROMPTS I. the first day - 12/01/22 -- @nosebleedclub

[smallepics]

Memory Box, Lau B.

10.12.22

[TEXT ID

windstorm. trees in my head. something knuckled and cut in the roots sways in

tides outside the window. great waves in the teeth of the sun. maracas. reeds. the night

shaken. shifting

bands along the roof. warm air in the lungs.

a room trapped in the skull of a tree. terracotta tiled. hands. sun on the shore of a book.

storage rooms. a workbench in the sea. aerosol grease. red metal greening black. alloyed rings and caps. blown open.

put back. the fridge all the way to the ceiling, running in the night.

fish hooks. swimmers. the night. the time of day, again. the sun going down.

the night for hours. rivers on tv.

rivers outside the window.

a windstorm. a loud one.

a quieting one. ]

[catfail]

close comfort

petrichor puddles pool around my feet; soon knee-deep, steeped in mud, algae and debris. dirt clings close to my calves, hugging my high socks like a desperate lover.

humidity snuggles against my cheeks; melding with the moistness, face rose-red in the heat. sebum and sweat slick in my sinuses, i am swaddled by the cotton clenching heap.

shadowy creatures swim slow past my knees; i am waist-deep as the murky pond water creeps. pressure building above and beneath, the surface tension unnerves me.

prompt: waist deep

[slav-every-day]

[poemsonmars]

she tells me that she loves my name,

loves the way it sounds

coming out of her mouth,

and i tell her i love

the way everything sounds

coming out of her mouth.

i ask her to say it, again and again,

and once more for good measure.

i don't tell her that she's

the first partner i've ever had

that's called me by a name

that actually feels like me.

that it feels more freeing

than i thought it would.

that maybe it's a little

heartbreaking, how freeing it feels.

i don't tell her that

i'd started to wonder if

i'd chosen the right name,

that it feels so wrong

when certain people say it.

but with her, it sounds just right.

i tell her that. i tell her

my name coming from her mouth

feels like being wrapped up

in a warm scarf on a cold day.

i tell her it sounds like a melody

that i can't get out of my head—

not that i would want to, anyway.

i tell her i think she's

the only person meant

to ever say my name again,

and she smiles. and i smile

because she is smiling,

but i mean it. god, i mean it.

-mars

[lastparty]

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[hobgodling]

summer poetry prompts, part 5

Morning after

Overcast

Red shoes

50/50

Playing favorites

Folklore

Break

Lazy river

Cherry

Bruises

Peach ice tea

Salt water

Sick day

Long holiday

Pearl

Brunch

Late night conversations

Fruity cocktail

Friendship bracelet

Vision

info

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #13: ars poetica