#my poem Tumblr posts

  • juan-francisco-palencia
    01.08.2021 - 8 minutes ago

    El poder del amor.

    Hazme inmortal prende tu vida, a mi vida de incansables caricias,

    Con tus los labios húmedos, Llenos de mi sed y deseos.

    Dibuja en mi espalda la ignea, Adolecente apresurada de tus besos.

    Que en mi corazón estan esperando, a fundirse igual que el hierro, en el ápice de tu pecho.

    Para encontrar juntos en el cielo, un verano de murmullos rojos, Que con el fuego de tu amor.

    Brillaran nuestras almas ondulantes entre las llamas del olvido y deseos.

    Para que siempre renazca, en nuestros cuerpos. El poder del amor.

    by — A. K.

    Counterpoint. Juan Francisco Palencia.

    Apology Two Worlds.

    #spilled ink #love & romance #new poets society #she and me #words from the bottom of the heart #my writing #writers on tumblr #love poem#counterpoint #apology of two words #juan francisco palencia #tender moments #excerpt from a story i'll never write #quote from what life taught me #literature & poetry #summer 2021 #inspirations of the soul #deep love #poets on tumblr #Youtube
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  • v3nts
    01.08.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    tw, dissociation



    as the lighting flashes through the window

    fallen down, playing faintly under my pillow

    i feel a sense of peace, yet nothing all at once

    i feel all, but nothing

    my mind processes all thoughts, yet none

    wherever i am

    whatever trance i’ve fallen into

    all of me wants to stay

    yet leave all the same

    is this where i’ve longed to be?

    or another place i can’t feel?

    am i truly happy here?

    or am i only nothing?

    the way it makes me feel,

    i love and hate

    but the thought of what i’d have to leave, just to stay

    i can’t imagine how i’d live

    i lay still on my bed,

    pondering of what’s to come,

    mourning what i’ve missed

    yet favoring what i have

    i don’t understand where i am

    how i feel

    what to think

    or if i’m at peace

    in the end,

    i deserve it

    i’m stuck in the middle

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  • waterfallcactus
    01.08.2021 - 11 minutes ago

    i feel like i

    am dying sometimes

    these days

    but i am trying

    to rein it in because

    the next guy is an avalanche

    and i am just a storm

    - me

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  • mythicexplorer
    01.08.2021 - 20 minutes ago

    Fixed and finished !

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  • peachyromanoff
    01.08.2021 - 38 minutes ago


    this view of you

    i couldn’t comprehend

    there’s static where you lay

    i wonder where’s your head

    i can still see you

    standing, waiting

    suave and devoted

    yet still hesitating

    you’re fuzzy to the touch

    sparks burn my fingertips

    so much, too much

    not enough

    something new, brand new

    filled the vacant space

    it couldn’t be you

    it wouldn’t be you

    yet the vision wore your face

    it became something new

    why wouldn’t you take me with you?

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  • gaysparkler
    01.08.2021 - 49 minutes ago

    Damn I can't believe A24's The Green Knight pulled a Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 on us

    #as my dear friend said: stephenie meyer's influence on the cinematographic canon #the green knight spoilers #i guess hfjdhdkshd #i had a fun time watching it but as someone who has studied the original poem i was a bit disappointed #the exchange of gifts......where was it
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  • momjeansmp3
    01.08.2021 - 52 minutes ago

    no because it's august and she has her sun tea steeping in the back and she's painting the sky watercolor and she knows that you're waiting for a sign but that you're also drinking summer dry and digging your claws into the mowed grass, begging the season to stay still for a little longer, to wait for you to catch your breath

    #august#mine#poetry#poems #in my feels #august scares me #it means that everything is slipping away #and i have to grow up #and i can't take my time with life anymore
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  • pedropasscals
    01.08.2021 - 1 hour ago

    — healing is not supposed to be comfortable. you are not meant to find peace inside each tucked away corner of loss and grief. this cruel world will pull you under at a moment’s notice and you cannot do a damn thing about it, other than to feel the uneasiness and remember how you felt.

    #jay’s poetry tag #i’m trying to work on poetry book two so i might drop poems here now #and if anyone’s reading this.. my first poetry book is set to come out in October! #pedropasscals#admin posts#self poetry #poets on tumblr
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  • thewritingsofanunfetteredsoul
    01.08.2021 - 1 hour ago

    I am suicidal.

    Have you heard my cries for help?

    Do you see my struggles?

    The torment my mind puts me through?

    I can't escape.

    I've tried,

    But it's useless.

    My mind holds me prisoner here.

    I'm trapped in this body.

    In this nightmare.

    It plays on a loop.

    Over and over again.

    Like a record.

    Once and a while it gets stuck

    And I think I'll be free,

    But then my mind gets back on track,

    And its the same hell over and over again.

    For all eternity.

    There's no one coming to save me.

    No knight in shining armor.

    No angel from above.

    I pull myself up out of the flames every night.

    Dust myself free of the ashes,

    And continue on.

    This is my cruel reality.

    No one ever comes.


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  • jamie-lynneee
    01.08.2021 - 1 hour ago

    This year is big

    Actually kind of big

    Ive spent half my life now

    Being a broke down kid

    14 years ago

    I was just a 14 year old kid

    But the end of that year id be as lost

    As I had ever been

    At that point at least

    Everyday since then

    Ive been losing my shit

    Its been 14 years since i was actually a kid

    14 years since i seen my mom

    Or haven't had problems a list long

    14 years

    If pain you can only grow from

    Some wouldn't make it

    But it made me who I've become

    14 years of pain

    Im only 28 now

    But baby im done

    If it wasn't for my kids

    I wouldn't have last this long

    The Jamie who left that ditch

    Has never been the same one

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  • ajunkiemother
    01.08.2021 - 1 hour ago

    In a few hours I will be turning 32 years old, 6 months ago I PROMISED myself I would not go into 32 being in active addiction. I am trying but I LITERALLY purposely took my sleeping meds so I would stay asleep all day so I WOULDNT USE METH.

    My husband is off on weekends so he's been with the kids.

    It's 10pm I am just waking up for a second time to eat and whatever and the first thing I grab is what?

    MY PILO my throat actually kinda burns wanting to hit this bitch.

    In my brain I justify it somehow being ok because I am not slamming it.


    What the fuck have I done to myself?

    I knew fucking better then to play with fire and I ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WOULDNT GET HOOKED .

    Anyway happy birthday to me.

    The junkie mother

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  • waitineedaname
    01.08.2021 - 1 hour ago

    I'm glad The Green Knight held true to the original poem in that it might not be intended as a comedy, but if you're me (a genius) it's hysterical

    #the green knight #the original poem is a bisexual romcom and you cannot change my mind #and the movie had me and a lot of people in the theater laugh a surprising amount #im still losing it over lord and lady bertilak making eyes at gawain over the breakfast table #bc that's EXACTLY how i imagined it
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  • terraessenceart
    01.08.2021 - 2 hours ago

    My latest lyrics 🥀

    Torn between the devil and deep, blue sea

    Horns of dilemma impale old remains

    Inevitability colors my wake

    Yet the star calls my name

    Hallowed is our fate

    Desecration the title our free will takes

    This pain and lack of foresight begs for

    A grand escape

    Run and please don't turn back

    Maybe I'll regret, Maybe I'll crawl back, yet

    It's not the same and it kills me to admit

    For now, we're better off this way

    How much further must change rip us in twain?

    Novel wounds affix to where love once reigned

    Selfsame and yet not equivalently

    Learned in our collective exchange

    Take away choice, Take away suffering

    Options only give way to fallacy

    The strength isn't there, I'll cave in

    Your smile a sin I indulge in

    Run and please don't turn back

    Maybe I'll regret, Maybe I'll crawl back, yet

    It's not the same and it kills me to admit

    For now, we're better off this way

    I know not what I say

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  • theravenandthepen
    01.08.2021 - 2 hours ago
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  • freshlybakednerd
    01.08.2021 - 2 hours ago

    i just want you to be happy

    i would give anything in the world to see your smile

    and if that means i have to give you up

    maybe it’s worth it

    because i don’t want to break you

    the way i am breaking now

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  • healingandhurt
    01.08.2021 - 2 hours ago

    i wish

    i could say

    that i don’t think about you everyday.

    but i do

    not most days,

    but some.

    quite a few,

    you wander into my mind

    by the ocean,

    when i read,

    before i sleep.

    and i wish you nothing but the best

    but i always wonder

    why you had no problem leaving me behind.

    because my world shattered when you left

    without saying


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  • touchmymindfirst
    01.08.2021 - 2 hours ago

    I wish I could shapeshift to be close — into

    Earring that whispers 'hi' into your ear,

    Necklace, a slight silver hug,

    Cigarette between your fingers,

    Rain on a cold November morning,

    Watch on your wrist,

    Favorite pair of boots,

    Keys in your pocket,

    Book on the shelf.

    I wish I could shapeshift to be close, but

    Trapped inside of the endless thought

    I burn, burn, burn

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  • cloudsflying
    01.08.2021 - 3 hours ago

    she sits across the lake

    in the dim hours of dawn;

    when the little birds wake

    and chirp their beautiful song

    dark hair over her shoulders

    and sweet eyes love-filled

    she stares in the distance, 

    smiling at a lily field

    then she turns to me

    and whispers in a tone hushed,

    “‘tis the lily field which

    made you and i, us.

    ‘tis the lily field which

    makes me smile thus.”

    — In The Lily Field

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  • corvianbard
    01.08.2021 - 3 hours ago


    Tragic calamity, Grant us insanity Within creativity.

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