your anonymous poet

tumblr soul, do come near these poems are not things to fear the best of things are never real.

[your-anonymous-poet]

an introduction

an introduction to my quest

of sorrows, sadness, fear and death

of secret thoughts from heart and soul

of inner demons; being whole

don’t worry friend, you aren’t alone

consider this a second home

a place to stop and rest your bones

a place to lose your thoughts in poems

your stay may be long or short

perhaps with time we may consort

exchanging words of ink and light

exchanging dreams that survived night

a warning, before i am too late

these words i weave, they hold much weight

i won’t hold back when things get dark

i won’t hold back these tears or marks

and though you’ll see into my soul

a place no person ought to go

the truth of me you’ll never know

anonymous, my poems flow.

[your-anonymous-poet]

Crow

Once I made a grave mistake

(Though I didn’t know)

As a fool I just ignored

That mother fucking crow

On a path as May wound down

Lost up in my head

AirPods blocking out the world

Hearing like the dead

But even as I voyaged past

That god forsaken tree

I really didn’t seem to grasp

That crows were watching me.

Confronted with a thieving man

Here to steal her young

She flew out to warn the fool

“Leave here now, begone!”

Screaming threats from in the sky

Attempts to make a case

Making clear to stay means war

It must leave this place.

Blinded to these dire straights

Blissful and naive

Onward I trekked, step by step

Soon having cause to grieve

I’d broken some unknown truce

Between man and crow

And cursed myself, it is the truth,

I really didn’t know

Ignorant and walking on,

“It’s just a fucking bird”

If only I’d kept those words inside

Because it fucking heard.

I got attacked by that crow

A fool under that tree

Obvious to all the world

(Well, all the world but me)

Next I walked a different path,

Lost in thought once more

There was not one, but two black birds

They knew my face, I’m sure!

I’m told they’ll forget my face

Soon I’ll be safe to leave

Free to walk those paths again

…Just in a year or three

[your-anonymous-poet]

Goddess

Come near good sir, lend me your ear

This tale I’ve got - you’ll want to hear

You will, I’m sure, be brought to tears

It’s of a goddess so serene

Eyes entrancing, hazel queen

Hair shifting color with the scene

Lips that steal all sense of time

That smile hinting of a crime

Skin so soft, so pale, sublime

Curves that words fail to describe

Piercings that her clothes don’t hide

Ink on her body keeps her tied

Touching, she takes time to part

Dancing, she will turn to art

Laughing, she will steal your heart

Her blessing is worth any price

Wrapping legs, enticing vice

Demands that are a paradise

Sexy, she knows how to love

Perfect, she’s all I dream of

Goddess, helpless I do behove.

Unmatched perfection, this is no lie.

Oh, why did I think you would cry?

So cruel of me, let me tell why-

While this may have changed your life

If asked her blessing, prepare for strife-

This sexy goddess - she is my wife.

[your-anonymous-poet]

Better days

it wasn’t always this way

once there were better days

moments where my heart would leap

moments i thought i could keep

it doesn’t have to be this way

life so dark i lose my faith

thoughts so sharp i can’t erase

friends so numb i lose their face

i don’t want it to be this way

poems deep and dark and sad

flipping from depressed to mad

grasping for a helping hand

it won’t always be this way

time ushers both the old and new

i beg of myself and beg of you

hold on, there’s a better way

hold on for those better days

[your-anonymous-poet]

Tortured Soul Mates

I found her there, within the grey

Red hair, green eyes, short dress, all play

“You are here too? You know the way?”

Smoke and glass and lost today

“No, not so much…” her smile said

This real? I’m here? Or am I dead?

Some grass to hide in up ahead

I’ll go, wait no, not here, misled

Losing that which binds our love

What even am I worthy of

A goddess, a pure hearted dove

Edge of a cliff, just one good shove

Gone are the years of tipsy bliss

I miss when we would hold and kiss

In dizzy darkness- reminisce.

Has our bond sunk to the abyss?

The next right choice, was it too late?

My love, my life, evil innate

A way to stop this dismal fate?

Can we survive, tortured soul mates

We walk and talk of things so dark

I’ve spent my all, it is so stark

Desperate to find just one small spark

I’m hurt, I’m cracked, mind gone, black mark

Attempts to save a cherished sight

Always shadow, always midnight

Grey fades away to black and white

Bleeding as I claw and fight

We speak of truths and things unseen

Inside I weep, I crack, I scream

Saving our love from the ravine

Take me to the guillotine

Now leave the past to tend its own

Please don’t make me die alone

Each transgression a lone tombstone

I beg my love, can we atone

Not to forget, but not to hold

My thoughts adrift, uncontrolled

Our future waiting to unfold

My very being I have sold

False smiles flip to become real

My bloody heart I can’t conceal

A promise of all time to heal

Abandon me, I cannot feel

Existence in a paradise

Open my eyes- what is the price?

Time drains away as melting ice

Nothing I would not sacrifice

Trust and love and heart attack,

Fear and hurt and now Prozac,

Together we can mend this crack

We have all time, I want you back.

**There are actually three poems in this post

Full - Tortured Soul Mates

Non-italic lines - Soul Mates

Italic lines - Tortured

[michaelbogild-deactivated202503]

Poetry challenge #4

Compose a poem inspired by one of the ten quotes below all written by tumblr poets.

I wish to return as the wind in your hair. (@teaspirationss)

I am constantly on the edge of darkness. (@scriptedsilence)

I was born from the loss of my own self. (@smakkabagms)

I gave my soul to the night stars. (@versesforthedew)

I’ve buried my soul deep in your sheets. (@sintaspeaks)

Or am I now the oblivion of dried rose petals found between the pages of books you no longer read? (@heartofmuse)

Beauty can bloom even from the parts of me I wanted to keep hidden (@aprilmcpoetry)

Nothing is more lovely or more terrifying than the unknown. (@drearydaffodil)

I write your arms around me (@definegodliness)

The ghost of an old lover dancing on your lips. (@winetruth)

[your-anonymous-poet]

#9. I write your arms around me (@definegodliness) (and a bit of #10. The ghost of an old lover dancing on your lips (@winetruth))

That empty space you left

Holds more of me than you

I miss the whispered breathes

This silence is all new

I know you will never be back

I know you’re gone for good

I know the future’s not all black

Well, hope’s a better word

To spiral in and out of love

Is not who I want to be

Time is moving way too fast

It’s over, we didn’t last

But one feeling I can free

Forever from my mind

I’ll transplant it to my skin

Tattoos are a forever bind

I write your arms around me.

[michaelbogild-deactivated202503]

Poetry challenge #1

Compose a poem in which there are hardly any traces at all of your usual word selection, word placement, rhythmic tendencies, and emotional expressionism. In order words, a poem that does not bear your signature.

If you are used to writing from memories consider something fictional. If your wonted style is rather logical consider jarring ambiguities or a touch of refreshing surrealism. If you are earthly consider etherealism.

And vice versa...

[your-anonymous-poet]

it’s a silly thing to ask

the waves

why they exist

when all things ask

mankind

why do we do this

there is no answer

beyond self

you are why

i crash into rocks

i cease to be

i retreat

i reform

i return

i repeat

[your-anonymous-poet]

Faceless friends

as i waste my days online

faceless friends i’m told to find

might be bots

honest thoughts-

no worse than the normal kind

faceless friends of dopamine

hits that go straight to my brain

not just a like

chemical spike

and now i want to post again

[your-anonymous-poet]

Sleep Thoughts

board the windows

nail the door

flick the lights

prepare for war

there they are

just close your eyes

now tell yourself

destructive lies

remember faults

and things done wrong

thoughts alive

can’t hide with songs

unfortunate

for me and you

they still get fed

during day too

patient and calm

they’re here to stay

guess they won

never gone

though make note

it sure seems like

my sanity

tastes best at night

[your-anonymous-poet]

REM

rapid movement of your eyes

they say signal dreams inside

what if all of them tell lies

and with each dream, you really die

[your-anonymous-poet]

Gelato 42

so here we are at two days in

maybe time to post again?

line by line

make things ryhme

with poems you like, always win?

i guess i claimed that i can write...

and make new friends? what a night

late night fog

is this a blog?

‘poems on tumblr by moonlight’

i can get quite dark at times

try to read between the lines

i like things too

(gelato 42)

and know that i will be just fine

you see, even when sad and morose

seeming steps from turning ghost

good days will come

(rain and no sun)

and happy things i just might post

now that i’m a bit less high

(but not too much, I won’t lie)

come gather round

for words profound

made up by some random guy

[your-anonymous-poet]

Seeds

somehow I was already here

sowing doubt and planting fear

as certain as this hopeful start

waits an end with broken heart

dreaming of a place inside

this scattered, empty, lonely mind

where some happy thoughts can thrive

or at the very least survive

shouldn’t get hopes up too high

been here, done that, failure nigh

may as well give words a try

something just to pass the time