@macy36750: Like I didn’t mean to write something this deep bro 😭 #softpoetry #poetrytok #romanticpoetry #teenpoet #fyp #fypシ #tiktokwriter #softspoken #pov #sombr #HealingJourney

Hooman :

How it this just trying out poetry. Tell me if I shd quit

Renaevah :

It’s got potential!

kay :

those are two I wrote, I presented them for some speech meeting (?) idk what it's called really, I got full points with them!

EmPoetry :

love this

kay :

Becca_g@atx :

I wrote this poem I’ve never written poems before is it good

Sophia :

In life I love you dearly In death I love you Still. you didn’t go alone for part of me Went with you, The day God took you home. I sat there crowed by awful thoughts. Sadess feeling is forgetting everything. Going to see you isn’t the same, I only feel your existence. I cry knowing it was only 3 years ago. I find happines in doing things you love. Roses, nature, the brezze, Church, Laughing make me think of you. Why can’t I be the cheerful little girl again? My best friend,my nana both at the same time left the little cheerful girl. I hope I can have wings to fly so high,to see you. It hurts me to understand that cancer would take you away. People say where’s that cheerful little girl? I ask the samething? Who am I without my best friend? I wonder will I ever feel the same? I worry there’s no cure to this anymore. Why can’t I see my lovely dove? I cry calling for my lovely dove,but no answer. I’m I like this forever? Goodbye my lovely dove

Brooke garner :

Fr bro

sam.g1016 :

My first that I wrote earlier today

General Gorge Washington :

my 1st

tata. :

idk..

RROLANDO :

I wrote and poem using the first line you wrote The Guilt Leaves a Deeper Cut The guilt leaves a deeper cut than I made before, It hides in my chest, it scratches the core. No blood this time, no crimson to see, Just a quiet war that’s killing me. It stings when I smile, it aches when I breathe, A shadow I birthed that will never leave. It speaks in echoes, it hums in my skin, A punishment born from the things within. The guilt leaves a deeper cut I can’t outrun, The mirror flinches — it knows what I’ve done. It stares me down with a hollow glare, And I see my shame still standing there. I trace the scars and whisper, “sorry,” The word feels fragile, bent, and blurry. Forgiveness drifts like a distant shore, And the guilt cuts deeper than it did before. (Credits to you on the first line and the title ◡̎ )

mo :

i just made this account to share my poetry. can anyone pls check out my first one?

Paige🪼 :

Once again it was me against my thoughts and the blade against my skin

iamransy :

I tried to carve my skin around-into my bones while my lungs have no space to expand

emily!! (aka eminemwrapper) :

yall did i cook with this (ik its short😔) Society they say our phones are the problem, what if its society? ugly till your skinny, work out they jeer, why cant we be confident why cant i be ME

🪖𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢🌌 :

can someone please rate mine 🙏 Mushrooms: mushrooms growing out of a garden towering over little plants below expanding throughout the soil around oddly the mushrooms are growing taller realizing these aren't mushrooms at all small plants were out buildings soil was the land beneath our very feet and mushrooms, we're the clouds of mankind's destruction... (it's about mushrooms clouds if you didn't know, sorry if it's bad)

maxine.2081 :

I’ve never wrote poems or anything but I wrote this today plz tell me what u guys think… it’s called - A Deeper Loss Everyone talks about the pain of losing a loved one due to death… but no one talks about the immense pain you feel when losing someone’s friendship, love, or connection. That’s the greatest form of loss to me. Knowing that they are just a text or call away but not being able to contact them… when you lose someone in death at least you know there’s no way to contact them because they are truly gone. It’s a form of closure that you don’t get when you become distant with someone..knowing they are just a grasp away. It’s the kind of pain that makes u feel like you’re going through withdrawal… knowing it’s for the best and “can’t keep taking more of it” but you feel the need and itch for more. It’s the kind of pain that goes unseen by most because it doesn’t seem as such a big of a deal as really losing a loved one. It’s the kind of pain you can’t talk about … the kind of pain you can even lose yourself in…because once upon a time you were so close to a person and the next day they treat you like the forgotten book on the bookshelf that they were once so excited to read…but now it just sits there forgotten… just collecting dust. Those memories that just vanished without a care like they meant so little, that pain hurts more knowing you won’t ever have them in your life again… even though they aren’t really gone. And while you are waiting to feel better for that sharp stinging in your heart to go away.. you are left feeling empty like that whole will never be filled again…and thinking “did it really ever only mean something to me?”