Poetry Archive

If you're here, you're probably like me, and you really like poetry, whether through writing or reading. Great! Any poems I post are those that are either my personal work (this is not a bot!! I am a real person!!), a work of someone I know, or something submitted via asks. My hope is that this can be a library, or archive of sorts for all kinds of people from all over to have their poetry be appreciated.

A couple ground rules I will follow, and expect those of you who comment to follow too:

It is not our job to tell people how to write poetry, I only post it.

If you submit something, remember, I am a real person who has a real and quite busy life, But I will try to get through most of them!

I have my anonymous asks off! The reason for this is crediting purposes, but if you'd like to be credited by a different name please tell me in your ask! Every poem will be its own post and every comment will be an ask I reply to!

I will not restrict what kinds of poetry is submitted other than genuine hate speech! If you want to submit your free form poem about a pen, do it! If you want to submit your long and detailed poem about a dying bird, do it! I will add content warnings as I see fit in both tags and before the title/content of the poem (and you don't even need a title to submit!)

"The word love is too casually thrown

I mean that I breathe because of you

My mind is a gallery and my heart a collection and you are stars in both

I can only hope I live in your mind

Like you live in mine

I worry that one day I will be too much

That maybe someone will see me through a not-red looking glass

And even worse, maybe i am not enough

The concavity has given me more weight than I can hold

My giving is not defined by my fear

But part of me wonders if one day when I glance in the mirror

I will see someone else

And perhaps they will look upon me kinder than the alternative

Today, I have given my keys, gone out for lunch, and held someone's hand.

So for now, maybe I am an artist in your gallery

And your glass is sparkling and clear

I think an apple a day keeps something away

And maybe I'm glad it's not here"

A pas de deux

To hate could just be to loathe

A stone-set solo

A waltz across the stage,

Perfectly in time

A tango, where you lead

And I am driven insane

Tap your feet to the beat

In tandem with your team

I, at least, will be out of sync

I will not be a puppet on your string

I will dance until my feet rot

But I will not be part of your technique

I will sing until my throat stops

But I will not be your melody

Our duets will be awful

We will jump out of time

The Orchestra will miss their ones

Their twos and their threes

And yet we will be mesmerized

To be the best is to have been the worst

And so maybe in another world

We will leap and twirl

You will not break my bones

And I will have steady hands"

and your sweet nectar.

Warm and safe,

I want to feel your hair brush against mine.

If that drink can be mine.

Maybe I'Il live forever

Thanks to you

for saving me

Giving me a home

I grow within you.

I'll miss you

when l'm gone

I'II leave the rest, you

my home.

Changed forever.

I need your sweet nectar

and your sweet embrace.

Warm and safe,

It can't mine anymore."

But I am not a poet

I don't look for the scripture in each moment

The way the sun is running from me

A secret, whispered in the back of a class

The subtle way someone changes around you,

Just you.

This writing is not my religion

My mother says i have a poet's voice

But does she know I am wasted on words?

How I drink them up

Swallow them whole

Wallowing in my own potential

I stare into my glass filled with burning passion

And wonder why it is empty

Please, god, do not let me be a poet

My mother says I have a poet's voice

She asks me to read to her

And then read again

And again

And again

Until I am spoken up"