I Am A Poet And Ain't Afraid To Show It

This is for all of my poetry and writing I will occasionally reblog from my main account

[the-real-nikki19]

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

[rose-of-pollux]

Reblog if you're a writer who doesn't use AI.

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

As a writer AND a student I can confidently say I’ve never used AI for anything at all - It’s entirely useless to me because I’d rather think for myself

[emmarosepoem]

Since this is for my writing I figured I would share my AO3 account

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[emmarosepoem]

Soulmates

When searching deep inside oneself. sometimes an animal will be seen.

but that does not mean that animal is them.

they could be seeing their soulmates spirit.

A soulmates spirit is easier to find than oneself’s.

So if you see a animal in your soul follow them to learn if it’s you or your soulmate.

They may lead to a place that is home or a place that is hope.

If it is your soulmate it will lead you to a clue of who they are.

a hint could be anything from there eye color to their name.

But you must find your other half yourself or be fined by them.

Be warned they might not be gifted a hint as you have.

So if you have been gifted a hint go.

Go find your mate.

your other half.

your missing piece.

the other side of your coin.

your home your soulmate.

[mlpizza]

What if?

What if you came back? What if you could have seen me? What if I could feel? What would have happened to you and me? To souls lost to all but each other Lost but found Both gone but one forgotten and one mourned

[mlpizza]

A poem about the end

Darkness surrounds me. Alone. Forgotten. Pain. So much pain. Red. So red. Blood. Thick. warm. spreading. No. No more. All gone….

[mlpizza]

A poem about time

We walk this path alone. We hope to see are loved ones again. Blood spilled. Hope lost. love gone. nothing left.

[mlpizza]

The light shines down as we bleed out

Shadows come and darkness follows. A soul falls into despair. Never forget us. Don’t forget me. Please don’t forget…

[mlpizza]

A poem about ships

Sailing through the sea if you shoot me I will not sink but sale on this ship if it’s not canon I don’t care my ship will sail on in my heart

[emmarosepoem]

i have had this on my computer for a while and would like others opinion on if i should continue?

one day a girl forgotten by time is found, she’s walked among man sens the begging, she has been called by many a name, but never her own, she’s been called Lady Luck, Fate, Magic, Mother Nature, Vampire, even Demon. her name is lost to man, her gift forgotten and mocked, like her.

still she will give her gift to those who have found happiness in the end, as rare as that is these days.

one day wall walking among the mortal’s she was shot by a stray bullet, the shooter got away, as she bleed out the last thought she had was “I give up, if they hate me that much I will take my gifts back with my last breath” with that her bright blue eyes closed and she past, the affects of her last decision are immediate...

out of all the names she’s been called her favorite the closet to her actual name was Mother Nature, the Natural Oder of things is who she once was, a name used in wars and hospitals a concept everyone knows but ignores, she was...

(Try and guess who she is) (not edited) (Rough draft that might not make sense)

[emmarosepoem]

The colors i see

Silver for the spark to Ignite the change

Red for the blood lost in the fray

Black for the darkness that remains

Gold fells to consum your soul

Blue fells to drown your lungs

White fells to blind your eyes

Bronze finds you a home

Purple finds you a companion

Gray finds you hope

[writing-prompt-s]

You found an enchanted clown costume at your local party store. It grants you a multitude of god like powers when worn (the wig needs to be on). Invisibility, invincibility, ultra strength, and the powers of telepathy and mind control. You decide to fight for justice using your clown suit, but actually wearing a clown suit would be ridiculous. Explain how you tackled the problem of looking stylish and virtuous, while also wearing a clown suit.

[emmarosepoem]

After deciding to become a hero you straighten out and dye the wig

Cut up the clown suit and sew it as an inside layer to your chosen design for your super suit

Thus you have all the Powers and a fashionable look 

[emmarosepoem]

There is no time to talk about

A time to talk about life

A time to talk about death

A time to talk about hope

A time to talk about fear

A time to talk about love

And

A time to talk about hate

But that time is not now

Now is not the time to talk

Now is the time to act

The time to fight for ourselves

[emmarosepoem]

The sun setting in the autumn sky

A green meadow in the light of the full moon

A ship beneath the waves of the sea

The rays of sunlight shining through the darkness of a storm

[emmarosepoem]

Always be extra

be the extra flower in a bouquet

be the frosting on top of a cupcake

Be The shooting star in the night

be you

[emmarosepoem]

A poem I wrote for a baby shower

A child is a new light

and like every light in the night sky

has the potential to be as bright as the sun

[emmarosepoem]

Why we forget our past lives

What if are fears war are past. How we ended. We fear the past we forgot. But it is better to forget then to remember your own end. To remember those we left behind. To remember the love we lost... They're is a reason to forget are past lives. So we can live anew life. To have hope. To have fun. To make a new bond to Break. A new bond to save. And. A new bond to love.

[emmarosepoem]

HALLOWEEN

The sky darkens. The lights go out. The flames ignite. The monsters roam. They've come to hunt their prey. We hide among them. We the sheep in the wolfs clothing. Them the best tracking us down. A cat and Mouse Chase. Who will survive and who parish. On This night of darkness and fear.