[spnpoetryrenaissance]

Here we go again !

Poetry month 2: electric boogaloo

This event is being coordinated by Tali @faithdeans and Rain @queerstudiesnatural

Just like last year there are 30 prompts, one for each day of April. You of course don't have to write for all of them. Feel free to pick and choose which prompts inspire you, and to interpret them however you like. The goal of this is to encourage creativity <3

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The only rules are the following:

Explicit content is okay as long as it is appropriately tagged

No racist, incestuous, age-inappropriate, misogynistic, or queerphobic content will be tolerated (although exploration of the racism, misogyny, and queerphobia in the show is of course okay)

We will not be accepting submissions involving Kaia Nieves, as native fans have expressed discomfort with a number of things regarding her character

In order for us to see and reblog your poems, don’t forget to tag @spnpoetryrenaissance​ and/or use the hashtag #spnpoetryrenaissance 

HERE is a list of different poetic forms that might help you get started if you’re feeling a bit stumped, or give you a challenge if you want to try something new :)

Happy writing! ✒️

[caughtinthegrey]

“We were still in the damn maze”

Rats in a maze,

Scutter with tiny pads of feet

On concrete floors.

That padder with clicks in quick succession.

Rats in a narrative of violent delights,

Doom crackles in the vibrant lighting.

Death and life surrounds the rats,

Vines creep in their lungs as it drowns them,

Wraps around their hearts,

Strangles them with glee.

Laughter booms from the almighty,

Despair clouds the rats with fog.

Run on the wheel, it’s what you’re born to do.

Never leave the precious vine wheel,

Casualties are the penalties,

of friend and foe and every breath of life.

A shot drowns out with slithered vines,

Coats the handle of the sliver gun,

Blood green with the vines of rats.

Rats cascade the maze, their maker laughs.

@spnpoetryrenaissance spn poetry month prompt 18: cycles - the cycle of the narrative

[sansasworld]

Its the last day of @spnpoetryrenaissance and I am not late for once

Prompt: Rewriting the Story

[notsoshining]

Fatherhood - SPN Poem

SPN poetry month - day 16 - Parenthood II Fatherhood

So! first original post ever and it's for @spnpoetryrenaissance poetry month! (for my sake let's ignore that April ends tomorrow lol).

To give a bit of context: this is told from Dean's perspective and it's supposed to be about how he felt inadequate to be considered any sort of parental figure (yet ended up as one for many kids anyway) and the impact his own father had in him through the years.

It also explores a bit his complex relationship with Jack and the parallelisms between Dean's and John's behaviors when it comes to dealing with grief. (And yes, the end is a fix-it where he finds Cas and they live a happily ever after, as they should).

Is this accurate? probably not, but I had fun writing it!

And that's about it, I guess, since I don't want to start rambling about Dean and how delightful his character is and how incredibly complex his relationships with other characters are and the impact they have on his general existence,,,

If you read this till here, thank you! And I hope you liked it <3

[iloveyoudeanwinchester]

Who are you?

Poem for day 1: falling of @spnpoetryrenaissance

Who are you?

Your hand is on my soul and I feel like I can’t know

you but really deep inside I think I truly do. Can’t look 

in your eyes, can’t look in your eyes, I see reflections 

of my yearning; can’t look in your eyes, 

can’t look in your eyes, and see the way you see 

me; can’t look past years of lies and believe 

that it’s the truth. You say that you’re my friend, 

you’ve given armies for my blood’s-sake; rebelled 

against all you’d ever known just to keep me 

safe. We brush, don’t touch, just pining from a distance; 

don’t let you see, don’t let you see, don’t let you know 

how much I feel. My heart’s racing when you look 

my way, can’t show the way you make me 

sway, and can’t say what I want to say, take it with me to the grave. 

I searched for you, I killed for you, I’ve changed 

for you and you for me. We fight for this, we fight for us, 

we fight for l- can’t you just see? Don’t make me say it, 

please oh please, it’s in my throat, stuck 

in my teeth; it burns my tongue, salt to a demon, 

I cock my gun, keep moving forward. Damnit, Cas, 

why d’you make me feel things that I don’t think you know exist? 

Angels can’t love, they lack equipment; not built for this, 

just like me. Foot in the shoe, one more step forward, 

just keep running from the secrets I keep. They stack 

on my shoulders- not wings- more boulders, closed 

lips…those lips…those eyes so fucking blue…

pull your shit together now Winchester,  

can’t think that way, can’t think of how my hand just fits in yours-  

and when we hug I get your smell- can’t think, just drive 

into the night, don’t answer calls, just drink and fight 

and fix my gun and wash my car, kill a monster, crash 

a bar, don’t think, don’t think, just hunt and drink, 

silver bullets, vampire teeth, things I know, things that’re real, 

things that really don’t make me feel…like I’m falling, 

slipping, crashing into something new…something 

shaped just like…you. You son-of-a-bitch, what’s the big idea? 

You fuck up again, thinking I’ll forgive ya? And just like that 

I drive you away- say you won’t be back, it’s better 

this way, but can’t you see? There’s no me without 

you. Do I forgive you? Man, of course I do! You’re family, 

you’re more- you’re everything to me. Just don’t be dead, 

let me tell you, please. I want to, I need 

to, it’s so hard, you see- but you say you know. 

Does that mean you don’t care? Does it mean 

you don’t want it, does it mean it’s not there- the thing 

that I felt, that I’d hoped would come through- thought 

I’d caught glimpse of a…thing like mine, just within 

you. So I fight, and I dance, and I eat and I sleep. 

And I don’t pray, though I want to, just to have you 

with me. Hope flies away, and I settle for this- just you 

beside me, not touching; distanced. Then we’re running- 

we’re hiding- she’s got her hand on my heart- but 

that’s not the thing that tore it apart. It’s what you said next, 

that I’m good? That I’m love? That you love the whole world 

not from the beginning but because you love me? 

What the hell do I say? I know what I want to, but it takes 

you away. It takes you, it took you, now I’m alone in hell. 

I love you. ‘Course I love you. 

I love you,

Castiel.

[iloveyoudeanwinchester]

their love, two ways

(read top to bottom, then bottom to top)

for day 1: falling of @spnpoetryrenaissance

Cas, I love you.

I don’t know any better way to say it. I,

I get this feeling when I’m with you,

Ever since we met after hell,

I just can’t stop thinking about you.

You fill my thoughts, my air.

Like the blue expanse of sky,

Your eyes shine.

Like the widest planes of grass,

My love for you grows.

Every day we are together,

Your strength builds me;

Your smile destroys me;

Your touch drives me wild;

I never knew anything like this before.

I want to hold you ‘till the end of time.

I want you to be mine.

Dammit, I,

Dean, I love you.

[iloveyoudeanwinchester]

dean's lament

poem for day 18: cycles

@spnpoetryrenaissance

My father is god and god is my father;

my mother is Mary but also a martyr.

I shoot and I stab and I scream in the night

when no one can hear me; don’t know why I fight.

My brother’s my son and I am his savior.

I’ve died to protect him from dad’s reckless behavior.

Been to hell and heaven, purgatory and then

I find out god’s watching, doesn’t care if I sin.

I polish my guns, trophies for every year lived--

head clouded with rage, god, what wouldn’t I give

to give up this life, be normal and free--

but the end of a knife is all I can see.

I am my father’s reflection and my mother’s bone.

I smash the mirror, can’t ever go home.

I’m my brother’s keeper--but who will keep me?

Can’t think like that, fuck my destiny.

I’m bloody and broken, scarred outside and within.

The whiskey drowns memories but keeps them locked in.

I corrupt what I touch so I keep my hands to myself.

I’m a disease, can’t they see? I just want some help...

Fix my car, crash a bar, rinse, repeat, go again.

Kill a monster, burn some bones, but can’t kill what’s within.

I see myself in everything I kill, but can’t kill what’s in me.

I’ve punched god in the fucking face, but I never will be free.

[dollhousemary]

“appointment in samarra” — a belated poem for yesterday’s “underrated episode spotlight” prompt! this one’s for 6x11, from the perspective of tessa <3

taglist below! (ask to be added or removed)

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[windmillheartbeat]

spn poetry month - day 29 - goodbyes - NO MORE YOU FOR ME

this was a dean!poem to me but once again go crazy. i feel like it could be a little bit mary too :')

@spnpoetryrenaissance

[sansasworld]

Why am I always to late this year? This was written for @spnpoetryrenaissance s Prompt Dollhouse.

[spnpoetryrenaissance]

hey i have a question: is it okay if we write and post the poems for prompts after the month is done? i would still tag the blog and everything dw. i just have a crazy weekend and week so i won’t be able to get caught up on anything so i was curious if i could still do this after april (like hopefully within the first two weeks of may so would that be okay?)

hi yes of course!!! we might not check the blog as often (for some reason i don't get notifications for this particular blog so i have to remember to check) after the month is done, but we'll reblog things we're tagged in when we see them!!

[dollhousemary]

“The Dollhouse” — a dialogue poem between Chuck and Metatron, for today’s prompt of the same name!

this poem was inspired by a good handful of other things, namely Supernatural 11x20 "Don't Call Me Shurley", "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen, "The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane" by Kate DiCamillo, and a philosophical dialogue between Socrates and one of his students, Euthyphro :)

taglist below!

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[kerryweaverlesbian]

Toy's Story

I'm only small,

I'm only small,

I'll leave it ringing

If you call,

I'm only little,

Only kind,

Won't you keep me

From your mind,

It's just a moment,

One or two,

No one's looking

When I move,

Just ignore it,

Like before,

Please don't do this to

Me, Lord,

Keep your prayers,

From in my head,

Leave your secrets

For the dead,

I've been lonely,

This is worse!

Your attention

Is a curse,

When you watch me,

I am trapped,

And though I feel

I cannot act,

Turn away again,

Almighty,

Prey upon me

Only lightly,

If I stumble,

By the ledge,

Do not pull me

From the edge,

If you kick me,

I will crawl,

I'm only small,

I'm only small.

For the @spnpoetryrenaissance prompt The Dollhouse.

[dollhousemary]

"dead wives don't wear aprons" — a 5x15/karen singer poem for today's "rebirth" prompt!

i wrote this feverishly in like 15 minutes, i truly don't know what came over me

taglist below (let me know if you want to be added or removed!)

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[gayrarity]

disablednatural time w/ @spnpoetryrenaissance ! dean with chronic pain, my beloved....

[kerryweaverlesbian]

The End of the World

I've been here before.

You too, I think,

On the docks while the sun died,

Pretty and pink,

Or was it the morning?

A rising, a birth,

"What a beautiful start

to the end of the Earth,"

Yes, you said that,

Or me,

Doesn't matter so much,

I remember I felt,

(and I still am) quite touched,

That you chose,

Out of everywhere,

anyone,

me,

For the end of the world,

And that beautiful scene...

Then you left,

You remember?

First us, then just I,

Attempting to hold up

the whole of the sky,

- Oh, don't look like that, darling,

I'm over it, really,

(that day didn't mean all that much to you,

clearly)

I'm kidding!

I love you,

I loved you then, too,

I've proof of it, come on,

                         no -

over here -

                                               Move!

Can't a guy be romantic, for once in his life?

(Well, okay, with our wedding,

I'll stretch it to twice,)

Now look here:

In the woodwork,

A circle and line,

That's our sunset, scratched in,

(Okay, sunrise then, fine!)

And alright, it's no accident,

Back here again,

Not so much gets past you, eh,

My fine feathered friend?

Well, you'll be disappointed,

I've not much to say,

Just the memory,

here,

and the proof of a day,

When I loved you,

Too early,

Or maybe, too late -

It's the end of the world!

You got time for a date?

A sappy take on the Apocalypse prompt for @spnpoetryrenaissance . Old man destiel.....🥰😭

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

for the @spnpoetryrenaissance Day 23: mlm rarepairs

a Cesar & Jesse poem