Pieces of Poetry and Writing I've fallen for

Quotes, Poetry, Prose and other brilliant pieces by an assortment of talented, wonderful writers on tumblr, as well as the classics. The pieces that have been reblogged here have touched my heart in one way or another. I hope these pieces will do the same for you. May you have a wonderful day. Love, L.Y.S.S

[poppiesandpromises]

Question marks with

Poisoned barbs in acid

Rain, I am bowed

This wind has stripped

Me bare, my branches

Broken, choking on

Despair i'm coughing

Up like seawater

Someone, somewhere

Help me swim

A dog paddle distance

Pulls me from the

Shoreline, this current

Like a fist, I'm stitched

With bruises, my thighs

Dark as the sky

[drearydaffodil]

Are you weighed down by the webs

Wrapped around your arachnophobic feet?

Is there a war that never ebbs

No matter your retreat?

Have you become like ash and dirt

Mud-stomped by the rain?

Do split lips smile through the hurt?

Then join in my refrain

I am a fly no more, no more!

I am a spider now!

My right to live I will restore

To defeat I will not bow

My back uncurls, strong and true

Stalwart as a redwood bower

My worries I can still undo

I still have the power

It's not a dream

Just a warm and fuzzy wonder

The tarnished still know how to gleam

This quicksand will not pull me under

[followcb]

(You Are) My Blue

I feel you, all of . . . .

your dynamic presence,

art that paints my eyes,

stories that light my fire

sculptures of desire

your open expressiveness

pierces my fierce spirit

I anticipate each new arrow,

alchemy of your poetry

from honesty to integrity

I get you - you awaken me

myriad reflections on deep sea

infinite mirrors in the sky

see you, I see right through;

my poets, you are my blue,

my clouds and rainbows

I soak in everything you do

all my favorites, all of . . . .

you, I feel you . . . . your

. . . celestial magic, it's true

☆☆☆☆☆

©️ @followcb ☆ October 29, 2024

[quietdissidentlyricist]

I’d rather be underestimated

Than be expected

To live up to (X)

Some arbitrary idea

Of ‘What I’m Capable Of’

According their own imperfect

(& agenda-biased)

Estimation

Of what exactly constitutes

Doing My Best

Hint:

I’m neither defined, obliged, nor constrained

By another’s [limited] perception

Of who I am

Or of what my abilities consist

Or what use utilizes them to greatest extent

Or how or where or what I

“Should”

Do with this existence

Guess what -

I ultimately answer not to Them

And so I rely on a higher wisdom

To guide my life

And to give me vision

For what is truly my greatest purpose

Is to be who I’m made & meant to be

And to do what I’m granted

both by skill and stewardship entrusted

If the task seems too small

Perhaps it’s more a matter of perspective…

(My life’s not meant to be defined by transitory beings’ opinions’ projection)

[definegodliness]

30-5-2024

Song of Life

Procumbent in the dark and stretching long The tend'rest vines pursue a glimpse of sun, Allured by little more than a murmured song To chords that played when life's first thread was spun.

This hum- and thrumming song would bind, so seems, The dust of long lost stars to destined shapes, And flowers, lulled to origami dreams, So drift and reach beyond the shadows' drapes.

May we so dream when we close both our eyes, Adrift in snug chrysalises of sheets; Allured and bound, our dust, sent from the skies, Awaiting, trusting that life's song repeats.

Then, may our dreams last through the longest night: There will be warmth, and all the colours' bright.

--- 30-5-2024, M.A. Tempels © "... a Shakespearean sonnet."

[definegodliness]

2-6-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[definegodliness]

To —

There's a flaw in the human design. When love is profound, deep, and to the heart's fullest extent — true, one might say; lasting — it is an energy that flows palpably magnetic; you can feel it adhering your every subatomic particle, tying together a chaotic mess of stardust into a being of sense. Love, as such, is a power surge only survivable in connection; a unique electric current in perpetual free flow, without resistance, never letting up; travelling back and forth from heart to heart, and soul to soul, because that is simply where the current goes. Want nor need plays any part in this. It is the truest instance of nature; the perfect harmony between senders and recipients. True. True. True! — and, still, you left. This reaffirming dance of interconnection can be left. One can love, as such, and be left. I was left. You left. I understand, cognitively, people lose interest, but I just cannot wrap my heart around the fact it turned from transceiver to merely sender, or less: an uncontrolled core reactor and a nuclear disaster waiting to happen. I've come to know why people cry out, 'but I love you!', in protest, and, equally, why it is senseless. Why it changes nothing. The chord is cut. The path without resistance vanishes at dead end. And two who were one, are singular entities again. I understand all of that. But there is a flaw in the human design, because the love — that unique electric current — is not dead. It surges back and forth my heart and soul for supernova implosion; all that has survived now resides solely within me, when it is designed to be yours and mine equally. It's killing me. Senselessly killing me. That, I don't get. The entire universe makes no sense when we're not touching.

Anyway, I miss you terribly today.

I dreamt of you.

I miss your kisses.

--- 6-5-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[aubriestar]

april love is an opalescent pearl waiting to be found precious chances

under the sea of aquamarine layers of a kelp forest entangled verdant lushness

hand knotted and treasured it nestles in my heart’s chamber vibrant syncopation

the musical etude of its beat blooming in 3/4 time

a fragility of lilies of our valley the rarity of finding a pearl

©️-Aubrie-2024

[definegodliness]

You, soft tunes

Less noise, more music

Times of yore remind us

S l  o   w    e     r

Savor the day, and each other

Sway, if you can't dance, hold

Each other... closer

Rays of golden

Hour

Highlight your smile and the kindness in your

Eyes

Glowing

Pride, an apple pie

Cools on the windowsill

Or is it rather happiness?

A garden, scaped together, in full bloom

Maybe that could be the metaphor of us

A porch swing, creaking; hands and heart

Warmed, appreciating a brought

Hot beverage

Small gestures, small moments; all things

Considered normal

Become so achingly wonderful

Your smile (again) and the excitement in your

Eyes

Sparkling

Smug, a succulent

Has sprouted a new leaf

When, by all means, it should have been

Dead, already

Could this be happiness, really?

Maybe that could be our metaphor

A home

Library, packed with

Old books, dusted off attentively

So, our histories, those we would like to keep

Shared, fifty-fifty

Yes

A home

And hearth where the dog sleeps

After the long walk in a world that has turned

Wonderful, so achingly

You, soft tunes

That remind to go slow

Slow as can be; slow as homely

Home

That is the metaphor

'Home', is everything

You evoke

In me

---

17-4-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[madworlddiary]

Not Surprised

I was standing on the edge and you were clinging onto bottles, disappointing people that were hanging around only to be let down as everything collapsed.

Don't get sentimental, chances were plenty. Patterns circle like birds returning for the summer, nesting in the blossoming trees. Feelings are now hysterical and useless as I move forward, ready to spread my wings.

[mikefrawley]

Gifts

While having warm thoughts of you today three very special gifts I sent your way their names are joy and peace and love of these my friend you are most worthy of And lest I forget there’s one more gift that I simply have to send along to you my friend please know wherever you go my heart will most certainly be there too

[catchymemes]

[mikefrawley]

Butterfly Hidden

Butterfly hidden within your own cocoon a caterpillar crawling this world believed though their eyes will be opened soon to see they’ve truly been badly deceived

It’s nearly time to spread those wings trapped in a chrysalis you’ll no longer be and smiling down upon the ants below my butterfly you’ll know that you are free Are you ready to find yourself and soar if so wouldn’t this be a most perfect day dear child I’m with you yet I must hope that you’ll not too soon fly too far away

[aubriestar]

look upriver where dreams coruscate in cascading blues a neverland of tinseled pines

diving cormorants follow salmon a scintillating jump to high hopes swimming against the current

unfounded fears left in veins of jasper undiscovered gems glint

where it all begins a rush of snowmelt a flooded heart loves finding the source

©️-Aubrie-2024

[definegodliness]

Before round and soft, I'm at my best; Percussion takes over, I do not jest. That sound that slaps, And the jiggle, therein Trav'ling like Sound waves reverberating, Makes me catch This fever; slave to the beat; Palms Compelled To tap rotund meat; And just when you think Your ass is too taut, I'll figure out tones To please the Lord, For no butt is safe From my rhythmical genius; I'll Ginger Baker your gluteus maximus, Till you might wonder If men get much dumber. I'll then be your answer; your avid Butt-drummer.

[bianchiblue-deactivated20250616]

The dust erupted

from distant stars - rekindles

through the tongues we speak

[definegodliness]

Scale

With every Fewer year, left, And every dream, bested By reality, and abandoned, The sacrifice Grows less and less, As time condemned to be wasted Simply Diminishes. When there is no dream To bring to, or take from the star-strewn bed, There is no end To the nightmare, but Death.

--- 17-12-2023, M.A. Tempels ©