#shitty poetry

[jellysshitpoems]

No title - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[kamaliabintiismail1983]

[shittyartestries]

you left the door cracked as if you might come back

i don’t know how to stop waiting for you

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[jamespotterbbg]

for the hell of it (for the plot). a poem.

i see your ghost everywhere I go an empty seat in the back of my car missing from your spot on the couch in my house in my heart i see you fade in and out of being flicker in my eyes, taunting me sometimes I pretend you're there i smile toward the seat in the back of my car but it always fades because there's little to smile at when you're no more than a ghost a flickering memory and an ache in my heart -k.c.

and as requested, tagging @wistfulenchantress , @gardenofrunar , @justyourlocaldisaster

[agirlwithanillheart]

Never knew my knees could be so weak for someone,

Didn’t realize my soul was an emporium of monarchs just waiting to arupt.

And you swiftly entered my life,

So abrupt,

Destroyed the wall I thought I built.

You’re wrecking a mess in the best way.

[mxshr0mz]

transgender poem

In the mirror, I see a reflection

A body that feels foreign, a soul in transition

A journey of self-discovery, of breaking free

From the confines of expectations, of society's decree

A trans man, navigating a world of uncertainty

Struggling to find his place, his identity

Challenging norms, defying labels

Embracing his truth, despite the fables

The weight of dysphoria, heavy on his shoulders

Navigating a world that tries to smolder

His flame, his spirit, his very existence

But he stands tall, with fierce persistence

The battles fought, both seen and unseen

The scars that remain, the wounds still keen

But through it all, he finds his strength

In the power of his truth, in the journey's length

So here he stands, a trans man proud

Defying the odds, speaking truth out loud

For in his struggles, he finds his voice

A beacon of hope, a reason to rejoice.

[arilesser]

Stuck on a pendulum,

Swinging between light and dark,

Tiring of the adrenaline,

Dimmed to a simple spark.

Steady me and light me on fire,

Envelop me in an orbit of our own making,

Soaring higher and higher,

Only exsisting before, now finally awaking.

Let our shadows slow dance,

In harmony, steps ablaze,

Entertain my plea,

We could be alive all our days.

[bunnygirlstew]

I don't think it's right To accuse me tonight Of ruining my figures mistique

It's not that profound The reason I'm round It's down to who I've eaten this week!

Without further ado I will introduce you To the meals that come to my mind

Please be aware Read on if you dare Because you won't be too far behind.

There was…

Daniel the mouse Who once in my house Was swallowed and washed down with tea

My lunch made a caw When the crow hit my maw But my stomach churned and gurgled with glee

Next was a horse Coated in BBQ sauce Who became a delicious hors d'erve

And Sam was in awe As he passed by my jaw As a deer ice-cream soft serve

Then to add to my fat Along came a cat Who I stuffed between two slices of bread

Last but not least I devoured a beast A grizzly bear that kept me well fed

Now..

There are 7 days weekly So you may enquire meekly That there are 6 that I gulped not seven

So snuggle up to me And the pudge you'll be I promise in my arms you'll find heaven

I know you'll adore Your head in my maw This is a moment we'll both savour

I know you'll melt in my arms As you fall for my charms And my tongue tasting your every flavour.

[jellysshitpoems]

Lover, my Love. - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[minimallycreative]

reading old shitty poetry from middle school is so funny because half of them are about "i don't know who i am" and "i am not a person" and shit like that.

the audacity that i had to be surprised to discover the system.

[shittyartestries]

i am a mosaic of all those i have loved and those who have loved me. i am a collection of features of my ancestors who have loved each other. i am born of love, loss, memories, and hatred. i am born of the history between nations, of strife and poverty, of happiness and prosperity.

i am a tapestry woven with threads of affection from those i’ve cherished and those who've cherished me. i bear the traits inherited from ancestors bound by love. my existence unfolds from the intricate dance of love, sorrow, memories, and disdain. i emerge from the tapestry entwined with tales of conflict, scarcity, joy, and abundance.

i am a melody composed of shared laughter and whispered confessions. each note echoes of familial bonds, connecting me to a lineage shaped by enduring love. my essence is etched with the brushstrokes of passion, pain, recollections, and the shadows of animosity.

in the grand symphony of existence, i am a product of the ebb and flow of human stories, a mosaic that mirrors the diverse hues of the human experience.

i am the echo of every beating heart.

[agirlwithanillheart]

They call me mad,

They call me crazy,

My anger is evident and my vision is hazy.

Scars on my ankles from being pulled down into the muck of angry men.

Never even got an apology, so it all burrows under my skin and encourages the fire.

Now I speak with flames and you all are to blame,

And rage grows over my skin, like ivy over rotting wood.

I’ve bled myself dry to prove I’m not nothing,

But now I’m nothing but an angry, cold woman.

[x-quisitecorpse]

plump

bulging flesh peeks over

the waistband of my jeans,

spilling over

the cups of my bra.

this femenine padding suffocates.

my supple curves,

my new hips,

my cleavage has replaced my

my worth.

i break mirrors, but my reflection still encases me.

[ellaspore]