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autumnsunshine10 · 11 months
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Dash it All
I refuse to follow
Into the darkest depths you stroll
Wayfarer losing your way again
Cavalier until needing a hand
Then no one can understand but you
Won't let them try, only complain
How no one cares or dares to put
Themselves in your fused-on shoes
I get it, I truly do--opening up is a risk
Not always proving worth taking: rush
Or choose wrong and it's a mistake
You'd do anything to avoid remaking
But you've made your heart impenetrable
I know from blistering bruising bleeding
Experience beating myself senseless
On that shell that never seems to crack
Yet still capable of sucking others in
I'm sick of retracing my steps
Damn you, I just want my time and
Love back
Inspired by the prompt: footsteps
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mkaugustpoetry · 6 days
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I lay above you,
Try to get between you and the sky,
Block the light
While you sink into the ground.
But the light still gets in your eyes.
Beauty for me,
As I watch your eyes shine,
Highlighted and sparkling
Against all that light.
But the light gets in your eyes
And you can't even see me.
Pushing me away blindly.
Carelessly, like a fly.
But oh, the light!
It blinds you to more than just me.
And you can't make me leave,
Hard as you may try.
Oh, the light!
Yes, I told it to shine that bright.
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dolores-hazy · 11 months
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I just want to be loved. Loved innocently, dirty, rough, passionate, intimately. I want to make someone feel the wildfire love for me that I feel for them. I want to be someone's wow
I can never be satiated with mere crumbs
I've gotten by on them for too long
Trying to deny the craving for more
It's not enough and I can't convince myself
I'm even close to feeling full
No more wishy-washy wastrels who
Use me like a bad excuse
Done with the dullards wearing me out
With their demands and decrees
Can't keep concealing my hurt
At disinterest creeping toward ghostly
Connections discontinued
No I carry too much fire inside me
For sparks not to fly every time
My lover looks into my eyes
I bubble over with such warmth and care
That reciprocal chemistry must
Be there where it's hard to resist
Showering me with kisses and
Wanting to give me unending bliss
Knowing I want to give this and all that
Makes love worthwhile to the one
Who sees it within me and decides
I'm the journey and destination they
Need to be
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mkaugust · 1 year
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@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 12/9/22 Promise You'll Write
Your back was turned, your feet carrying you still further down the road, You surely couldn’t hear me anymore. And still I lingered. . You didn’t look back, you hadn’t hugged me goodbye, There was no lasting spark in your eye. And still I watch you go. . You’ve walked away from me again and again, No hesitance in the cut of your distant gaze. And still I await your return. . “Promise you’ll write,” I say for the first time, The words whispered To feet a mile away from me. . “Promise you’ll write,” I say a second time, The words echoing back, Reverberating inside of me, . Stuck and stuck in my head, Where they belong. After all, You’re already long gone.
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songofsutarima · 1 year
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Written from a IG prompt (don’t hate me):
A Love Letter To Fall
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Oh crisp breath to welcome me anew
Is there any fresher than you?
Dressed in fire and gold,
The most intense beauty to behold.
But that doesn’t begin to touch why I answer your call,
There is so much more I must remember I love about fall.
Oh decay and promise of summer’s death
At breaking day and frosted breath.
The cool that invites me warm a cup of cider,
And chases away insect and arachnid, fly and spider.
Finding myself donning a light jacket to cover my skin,
Despite not needing it: I have in my chest a heater built in.
Oh memory, full of clips I hold dear, full of you,
Of nights where fire chased away the blackness-blue,
Of siblings laughing enjoying their carving,
Of eating our fill and be far from starving.
My dear, for so many reasons I hold you closely,
And I tried to tell them to you…mostly.
I admire your beauty of cardinal and pumpkin as it fills my eye
And enjoy your coolness as summer into winter does die.
I wrap myself in you to give me hope when I hit rock bottom,
And breathe in your light and loveliness. My most precious Autumn.
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onlysilenceechoes · 1 year
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“Do you even realize? //
The endless eyes captivated by every move,
The softest sighs echoing the sound of your voice,
The hushed steps as the follow watching,
Awed and waiting for you.
Always you.
// That the whole world stops just to listen to you breathe?”
- The thoughts between
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crystalcatgamer · 2 years
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You are made of the sea and the stars (and one day you are going to find yourself again)
Won't you come with me? Walk amongst the stars Sing the moon's lullaby Whisper secrets of the world Cloaked in dreams Laced in nightmares All that I offer can be yours So won't you come and dance with me?
A collection of poetry, mostly written by @thenamelesshaven and continuations occasionally made by me! Just a bunch of fancy words strung together, honestly! Hope you give this a read :)
Feels range from fantasy, to outer space, to ordinary lives and to the view of the world we live in. Mostly, our poetry does not rhyme
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39382962/chapters/98558790 [Title by F. Butler]
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unicorn-onion · 2 years
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tonight
is the last night
my final plight
before i take flight
off this great height
escapril '22 day 30: it's getting dark
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bebx · 7 months
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thinking about him (yes, this is personal)
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deadlypoetacademia · 1 year
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the feminine, the masculine, the artistic urge to stare at the paintings until they make you hallucinate, to read poems until they seep inside your soul, to write such words that hold the power to shatter a person's heart and fill the void at the same time.
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autumnsunshine10 · 1 year
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Displace
You weren't really there
Even when you were
I got used to talking to myself
Learned to find comfort in my own voice
Even so I wasn't my first choice
Lord knows I was only a fallback for you
The go-to when your favorites bailed
Cancellation of preferred plans led you
Back at my door pounding the bell
Peeking in windows to see if you'd see me
Hunkering down, waiting for you to tire out
Or have something else catch your eye
It took almost no time...until the next time
You got a wild hair convinced you missed me
Or my reliability for last-minute company
Until I stopped giving anything you could use
Kept the entry barred and windows boarded
Welcome doormat removed for you
I chose to choose myself for a change
Lord knows you never even thought to
On darkest nights I start wondering
Why; and how and where you are
I don't really want to know the answers
I only hope it's somewhere nice
And far
Inspired by the prompt: where are you?
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mkaugustpoetry · 10 days
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Too late, too late, too late,
You tell me,
Again
Again
Again.
As if I am unaware
Of the passage of time.
As if I am unaware
I have lost it all once more.
I am not wasteful,
As you believe me to be.
Time simply, forcefully escapes me,
Again
Again
Again.
After all,
It has no end.
How others seem to hold time in their
steady grasps,
I will never understand,
As the strings of it only twist and squeeze
As they slide right out the gaps in my fingers.
I keep my fingers pressed tight together.
And get nothing but burns in return.
Again
Again
Again.
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dolores-hazy · 1 year
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Coordination
Mutual appreciation
No depreciation in value
Nor use for self-
Deprecation
Simultaneous equations
Sixty-nine problems
One smouldering solution
Yin yang give-and-take culminating
In a satiating conclusion
Inspired by the #kamasutrachallenge prompt: sixty-nine
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mkaugust · 2 years
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There is a space of time
Before your star in the night sky
Comes back to life each night.
An instant between the darkness of adjusting eyes and the bright pinprick of it's full light.
Blink and you'll miss it.
That space of time,
That blink and you'll miss it In between,
Is the only time I give myself each day
To think of the time I got you back.
The mere moments of happiness
That ended faster than they started.
The spark of love and life that came back to me
And left me sooner than I could finish breathing.
So I give myself only a
Blink and you'll miss it moment
Out of each day
To remember you.
(Less time than it has taken me to write this poem,
Today I'm breaking the rules,
And I'll pay for it dearly.)
As soon as your star comes to life each night,
I turn immediately to another's.
To her's, if I'm being honest.
If I don't,
If I allow myself to linger any longer,
I'll forget any other stars have ever existed.
I'll forget that I've lost you forever.
I'll forget that I've "moved on."
I'll forget that I've "found happiness again."
I'll forget that I can't follow you where you've gone.
I'll forget why I'm not allowed to remember.
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songofsutarima · 1 year
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Dining With My Demons
Tonight should be exciting!
There are friends I’m inviting
To have a dinner, both fun and formal,
With my great friends, both ab-, a-, and -normal.
Tonight the menu is a wonder of pairing
A light white should go well with conversation sharing.
When we sit down I think we will start the meal with salad,
And I’ll play some music, a lovely soft and gentle ballad.
For the main course, I make a wildly delicious red sauce chicken spaghetti,
Which should go excellently with an imperial stout, Great Divide’s Yeti.
Garlic bread with mozz melted is a must,
If you don’t eat yours, someone will, that you can trust.
I haven’t made it in years but my mousse is killer,
So yes, Death By Chocolate will be our dessert and final filler.
I don’t want anyone to feel bad,
So I won’t say I was slaving away,
But I missed your call, don’t be mad,
Because this is what I was doing all day.
It beats the usual, sitting alone.
It beats the usual, staring at an unblinking phone.
It beats the usual, hearing whispers that I’m worthless.
It beats the usual, the screams that I have no purpose.
Ah! My phone buzzed, someone must be on their way!
Oh…actually…they’re saying home is where they’ll stay…
That’s fine though, I’ll still have like four other guests.
Okay what the hell? Everyone needs to stay home? Everyone needs rest?
Well, regardless of all things, it is time to dine,
Give me a moment to pop the cork out of the wine
And I suppose since no one else wanted to show their face,
Which of you, my constant demon guests, would like to say grace?
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memoriesndew · 1 month
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things I do as someone who has a short attention span
🩰 — identifying distractions: I try to recognize which distractions are likely to divert my focus away from the activity at hand (when I do home workout videos I get distracted by YouTube shorts - now I put off my internet connection when I’m about to workout).
🩰 — counting on my fingers: personally when I count on my fingers it kind of sends a signal to my brain to lead me back to what I was doing, I think it is a habit that just randomly began and now it has helped me alone
🩰 — when I get distracted while using my phone: for Instance I'm meant to update my notion for the night and go back to bed but I open Pinterest and get distracted what I do is go back to my homepage and just pause and then I scroll through some apps to give my brain the signal that I'm looking for something and it automatically leads me back to what u was doing
🩰— when I have to do a lot: but my mind keeps rambling and I keep getting distracted, what I do is write down whatever is on my mind. I have a small notebook on my bedside table, and when this happens, I pick that note up and write down what is on my mind. You can also just get a rambling journal; it's almost the same, It helps a lot. 
🩰 — minimize distractions: I take active measures to reduce distractions, this could include turning off notifications on my phone or computer, dismissing tabs or applications, or locating a quiet location in which to concentrate. when I get distracted on my phone and I remember I need to do something the best thing to do is just shut my phone down until you're done with your tasks
if you were able to pick up a few things that could help you that’s awesome - something I said here might seem small but they definitely help me a whole lot that’s all for today bye my dew drops !!
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