#poetry dump

[lucalookalike]

I lost my power

The flowers grew wherever you went,the sun called you a friend

You made me laugh but now it's hard to even say your name.

I told you I would die for you but now you were my killer.

The daisies burn inside my hand, the dough it tastes peculiar.

The photos stare,our memories hurt and nothing feels like mine.

The moment the words left your mouth,I felt how I was dying.

Everything we ever did is buried 6 feet under.

The headstone glistens in the rain and I can hear faint thunders.

I stare at it and all I see, are just some wilted flowers .

Underneath my name it says:

"The girl that lost her power"

@abbeybg @cabin13winion

I wrote this poem about my ex best friend and our not very mutual friendship breakup

Yeah I'm toootally fine

[eldestdaughterx]

more notes app poetry (follow me on instagram/tiktok @ eldestdaughterarchive for more writing !)

[microraptorhours]

poetry dump

a lot of these are meant to be spoken word so they’re a little off when read on paper

this first one is about gender dysphoria

this one is just a fantasy-based poem i wrote about a year ago

this last one is about nostalgia and wishing i were a kid again (this is the one that won an award, if you saw my other post about poetry)

that’s all i’m gonna share for now bc sharing things on the internet is scary !!

feedback is very very appreciated 🙏🙏🙏

[madfoolish]

[line-by-line-creator]

Tell the pig to get out of the bathtub

Tell them to go behind the house while I get the hose

The water pressure doesn't seem to be strong enough

Perhaps it would be better to make you a part of the wildlife--only god knows

I've slowly tried to integrate you within the family

Maybe it was my fault; after all, we did find you on the streets begging

Money would've been the best gift, but, instead, we gifted you a place to sleep

You don't seem to be happy, so the best I can do for you is return you to your legacy

You don't speak and we're left to wonder

Having something to take care of brought us together

The departing will make us long for another

Why must we come down from our self-esteem and feel lesser?

We could always keep you in a cage

That way things would stay the same

Our Pig Absorbs All The Dirt (03 July 2024)

[thewormsarecoming]

whalefall

But death is not death, not really,

When a whale falls to the bottom of the ocean it becomes its own ecosystem, 

celebrated by organisms that feed from it.

And when you die, the earth will envelop you and forever it will remember the imprint of your body, immortalising your memory into the very earth itself.

New life will blossom from your corpse as you sink into the earth,

And you will become apart of a story longer than anyone remembers,

Imbedded beneath the earth.

[learningfromlosing]

[ch4nn3l4st4tic]

Poetry vent I did a while back.

No real TWS I don't think, correct me if I'm wrong.

I prance around, I assume I am of the rest,

Cloven hooves, soft wool, pretty little lamb eyes, fuzzy white tail, pretty little nose, a soft bleat, and maybe a bell which I do not hear.

But the way the Shepard's dog looks at me,

Maybe I have a little soft nose, a furry coat of pretty patterns, soft paws, the longest fluffy wagging tail, little perky ears, sweet eyes full of adoration, and maybe even a red handkerchief, maybe one like him, maybe I sound just as regal as his bark.

But as the Shepard comes and gazes upon me,

I can only assume I have decaying teeth, such a scraggly coat, the nastiest look, the sharpest bloody claws, maybe my tail is thin, do my bones protrude from my skin? Am I truly such a sad sight? Was I not fuzzy, or pretty?

But when the farmer comes around to look at the oddity his Shepherd has called for,

I must be rotting, my bones on full displays, viscera and meat open for the vultures with soft shiny feathers, my eyes must be glazed over and white, my tail and paws, or hooves do not matter anymore as they do not aid my escape, does the sound that come out of my mouth scare you? Am I rotting? Am I yet to be what you wanted?