#poetry request

[traveledlight]

Growing Apart

We grew up thinking it would always be like this.

The late nights, staying up, having drinks —

playing at being adults but still holding on to being young.

We had a bond that felt unbreakable,

but it slowly slipped through the sands of time.

I miss it.

The lingering memories cast long shadows on today.

We used to be close.

Now everything’s changed.

We’re older now, and life has pulled us apart.

You moved away, started a new life —

a wife, a kid.

But we used to be best friends.

Now we don’t talk anymore.

I’ve thought about reaching out,

but the silence feels too heavy,

too strangling,

like it would just make it weirder now.

We used to never think about tomorrow.

But now…

we’re strangers.

And I’m not sure that’s ever going to change.

[oh-my-little-hearth]

Automatic Poetry Request From Anon.

Christ The Shining Carpenters Son.

What was it I said?

Suffer the children,

To come unto me.

For my love is freely given.

From highest peak, to deepest sea.

What was it I was called?

The Carpenters Son-

The Worlds Redeemer.

The Sinless One.

The Shining Teacher.

What was it I did?

I walked upon the waves, calmed the storm

From my bottle poured water, in my cup swirled wine

Healed the broken, and hearts began to warm

I took on my back your sins for now and of all time

Wait one day or perhaps three

By Mary Magdalenes eyes

I am resurrected and we are granted eternity

For from my sacrifice no one truly dies.

So what is it I plea?

So remember me for all I've done,

The life I lived, the words I spoke,

The Carpenter’s Son, the Chosen One.

Salvation's story, for all the truly kind and loving folk.

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

I am at my shit again!

Thanks to @alpydk 😄😁

[wordslop]

hey, can you do a poem about loving someone you hate? It’s kind of like someone you used to love but the hate now out weighs the love. My ex has gone literally mad after we broke up and I don’t know how to do poetry properly. Love your work!

my love

my love for them is

so strong, so

painfully strong

i’ve noticed every thing about them

the way they walks

the way they acts

the way they treat others

i love them for what i noticed

the way they hold themselves

the way they treat themselves

the way they take care of themself

everything i notice is full of passion

the way they cook

the way they sing

the way they yell

so full of passion

they loved me so

passionately

so passionately it burned through so quick

we loved like the world was going to end

everything has to be said now

there’s no time for the future

yet

what’s the point in now if there will be no future?

we were too young to see

that we burnt through our love so quick

it left a pit so empty

the only thing that could fill it was hate

i’ve noticed everything about them

the way they get upset so easily

the way they hide who they truly are

the way they treat others

i hate them for what i noticed

the way they care only for themselves

the way they lie so easily

the way they take care of themselves

everything i notice is full of passion

the way they argue

the way they talk

the way they yell

i’ve fallen in love with a monster

they are so beautiful yet

they burn through love too quick

to passionately

like a child at a candy store

too young

too in love

too passionate

for their own good

(hopefully that sounds good!! this is my first time taking a request so i hope you like it and it better helps convey what you feel! if you’d like to contact me again for another poem or to just chat my DMs are always open. and if this poem doesn’t say what your thinking i’d love to hear more so i can help convey what you actually mean. tysm for the love <3)

[heroic-poetry]

can I get a poem about missing something you don't want to go back to

Lovely Roses

A garden of roses

A sea of bright red

Hiding under the close is

A sense of dread,

An award of flowers

The sound of laughter

It used to be ours

But I refuse to chase after,

The twisting of words

The simple jabs of phrases

Muttering like mockingbirds

An argument that blazes,

Treated me like I was below

So why do I miss you so?

[ellisnightingale]

Haunted house

Thank you for the request, anon! ‘A Haunting’ will be up shortly.

This concludes my spooky poetry series. Thank you to everyone who contributed on here and on instagram.

The remaining non-spooky poetry requests will be posted in the coming weeks.

[cafelatte100]

Poetry Request

To the amazing GO fanfic writers who may be reading this: I'm sure it's been difficult lately for all of us for various reasons due to what is going on in the world. We all have our unique set of challenges, and these past few weeks have been let's just say... not my favorite weeks. I really need a small escape, and I want Aziraphale and Crowley to be included in it.

If anyone is interested in writing a poem about an idea I had in mind, please message me. The reason why I don't want this to be like a commission is because commissions involve somehow me forcing a set of idas or plot outlines when I don't really know if the writer feels the same way. I want this to be done only if someone actually really wants to do it, and not because I asked and I'm paying a certain x amount of $. I was always happy with the results of writing/art commissions but I'm never confidently sure if the creators feel the same way lol. This way, you are free to say yes/no.

So the idea is the following: A long time ago... approximately about 6000 years ago (so not long after Eden), Crowley takes Aziraphale to a tree sprouting from a nebula. It is actually a tree not of this world, but one that is made up of stars. The idea is that the tree acts as metaphorical wing. As Aziraphale shielded Crowley from the rain in Eden, I want this poem to be about Crowley symbolically sheltering over Aziraphale with his starlight under his stellar tree.

Again, I only want someone who really wants to write about this idea into a poem (it can be a prose or in a dialogue form!). If you choose to do this, I will compensate your effort with more than a few cups of coffee for sure! But I just don't want this to feel like a commission as that feels like I'm forcing? lol Also, I don't even know if writers take poetry commissions.

Another bonus if you decide to do this is that I already commissioned this idea of Crowley's stellar tree symbolically representing a wing over Azira to be captured into an image. If anyone decides to write this idea into a poem, I will make sure your words are credited when the art is complete. If however, no one decides to do it, no worries lol. I will just share with you the artist's work at the end when it's ready.

[demeterspriestess]

hi there. I saw your post on poetic prayer requests and was wondering if you've done one on Thanatos? if you can, I would love to see what you can think of as I adore what you've done for the other Gods :-)

Funnily enough, the day you sent this ask I was reading Alcestis (the play where Herakles captures Thanatos to save Alcestis from death). I’m glad you like my poems and I really hope you like this one! 🌹

Thanatos, God of Death,Arrives at Last Breath,When Life’s Light fades,To make us into shades.

When the time is nigh,He comes on ButterflyWings of black and blue,That iridescent hue.

Adorned in poppy wreath,On the banks of the Lethe,Rest there now and stayThy embrace another day.

This heart does beatAnd Life is sweetWith Love and Pain,And Sun and Rain.

When it should cease,I will go in peaceTo that kingdom belowWhere the asphodels grow.