Poetry!!!

[Cosmic_Outlaw_]

if this is too off topic by all means tell me to fuck off but today i offer not a traditional poem, but a poetic monologue

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

[sydsavage16]

Everybody gangsta until they remember this poem exists and are brought to tears by the sheer love of life and the ordinary

[Cosmic_Outlaw_]

Everybody gangsta until they remember this poem exists and are brought to tears by the sheer love of life and the ordinary

ROMANTICIZE THE ORDINARY!

[leonthecowboy]

i haven't posted here in a while im so glad to see you guys sharing all these poems omg i love all of them

[leonthecowboy]

here's one i wrote:


This Must Be What They Mean

This year
Was it last already?
I got my second top surgery
They called it a revision
But the procedure was just as intensive
I still left with tubes and pouches
Attached to my new (times two) chest
On the ride home,
Miserable and hurting,
I thought to myself,
This must be what they mean
When they say things like,
The Trans Experience

I decided no, it wasn’t
Not this

They called me in to take my vitals
I sat naked in my little gown
They gave me a pair of socks
That I still own
They’re the type that are grippy on both sides
They’re green
My first pair was yellow

A nurse put that clampy thing on my finger
And wrapped a cuff around my arm
Are you nervous? She asks
Looking at my monitor

A few other nurses are sitting at a desk
They’re talking about a bombing

It was at the college, one says
That’s only a block from here, another
It’s just a threat right now
They evacuated the students
My daughter’s there. She called me

I look at my nurse
Yes, I answer

They give me something for the anxiety
It feels like they dunk my head underwater
I’m sitting in the gurney now
IV in my arm
Cute little hair cap on my head
And my grippy socks on my feet

Still they talk about the bomb

A second nurse looks at my heart monitor
Nervous huh?

Do you think this has to do with the stabbing the other day?
They said that was random
Don’t you think this is random too?
A bomb? Those aren’t usually random
I don’t think you stab someone randomly either

The second nurse and I are looking at each other
She walks up to the group at the desk, her back to me
I don’t hear about the bomb much more after that

It never happened, by the way
No one was ever hurt
Physically hurt, I guess
I got out of my surgery
And told my mom about it

I think this is what they mean
When they talk about the Trans Experience
Willingly, gladly, placing your body
On an operating table
While a bomb threat is taking place
Next door

[SkieSquiggles]

here's one i wrote:


This Must Be What They Mean

Spoiler!

This year
Was it last already?
I got my second top surgery
They called it a revision
But the procedure was just as intensive
I still left with tubes and pouches
Attached to my new (times two) chest
On the ride home,
Miserable and hurting,
I thought to myself,
This must be what they mean
When they say things like,
The Trans Experience

I decided no, it wasn’t
Not this

They called me in to take my vitals
I sat naked in my little gown
They gave me a pair of socks
That I still own
They’re the type that are grippy on both sides
They’re green
My first pair was yellow

A nurse put that clampy thing on my finger
And wrapped a cuff around my arm
Are you nervous? She asks
Looking at my monitor

A few other nurses are sitting at a desk
They’re talking about a bombing

It was at the college, one says
That’s only a block from here, another
It’s just a threat right now
They evacuated the students
My daughter’s there. She called me

I look at my nurse
Yes, I answer

They give me something for the anxiety
It feels like they dunk my head underwater
I’m sitting in the gurney now
IV in my arm
Cute little hair cap on my head
And my grippy socks on my feet

Still they talk about the bomb

A second nurse looks at my heart monitor
Nervous huh?

Do you think this has to do with the stabbing the other day?
They said that was random
Don’t you think this is random too?
A bomb? Those aren’t usually random
I don’t think you stab someone randomly either

The second nurse and I are looking at each other
She walks up to the group at the desk, her back to me
I don’t hear about the bomb much more after that

It never happened, by the way
No one was ever hurt
Physically hurt, I guess
I got out of my surgery
And told my mom about it

I think this is what they mean
When they talk about the Trans Experience
Willingly, gladly, placing your body
On an operating table
While a bomb threat is taking place
Next door

Fuck this is extremely good

[leonthecowboy]

Hi it’s been a bit here’s one of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver.

Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

[cabin]

here's one i wrote:


This Must Be What They Mean

Spoiler!

This year
Was it last already?
I got my second top surgery
They called it a revision
But the procedure was just as intensive
I still left with tubes and pouches
Attached to my new (times two) chest
On the ride home,
Miserable and hurting,
I thought to myself,
This must be what they mean
When they say things like,
The Trans Experience

I decided no, it wasn’t
Not this

They called me in to take my vitals
I sat naked in my little gown
They gave me a pair of socks
That I still own
They’re the type that are grippy on both sides
They’re green
My first pair was yellow

A nurse put that clampy thing on my finger
And wrapped a cuff around my arm
Are you nervous? She asks
Looking at my monitor

A few other nurses are sitting at a desk
They’re talking about a bombing

It was at the college, one says
That’s only a block from here, another
It’s just a threat right now
They evacuated the students
My daughter’s there. She called me

I look at my nurse
Yes, I answer

They give me something for the anxiety
It feels like they dunk my head underwater
I’m sitting in the gurney now
IV in my arm
Cute little hair cap on my head
And my grippy socks on my feet

Still they talk about the bomb

A second nurse looks at my heart monitor
Nervous huh?

Do you think this has to do with the stabbing the other day?
They said that was random
Don’t you think this is random too?
A bomb? Those aren’t usually random
I don’t think you stab someone randomly either

The second nurse and I are looking at each other
She walks up to the group at the desk, her back to me
I don’t hear about the bomb much more after that

It never happened, by the way
No one was ever hurt
Physically hurt, I guess
I got out of my surgery
And told my mom about it

I think this is what they mean
When they talk about the Trans Experience
Willingly, gladly, placing your body
On an operating table
While a bomb threat is taking place
Next door

I didn't see this when you first posted it but a year ago I also made a poem about my top surgery (& following complications) that I thought I'd share

[alteredBees]

a poem ive written:

Spoiler!

something is wrong
something is wrong and i can feel it with my soul
something is wrong and i have no clue what
something is wrong and i cant fix it

i wish
i wish i could go back
i wish i could go back to before i knew that something was wrong
i wish i could go back to before i knew that i was wrong

i want
i want to know how to fix the something thats wrong
i want to be okay in my day to day life without thinking about the something that is wrong
i want to stop hiding away predending that nothing is wrong

something is wrong and it hurts so much

spoilered bc its kinda a downer? idk

[mysteryROOSTER]

a poem ive written:

Spoiler!

something is wrong
something is wrong and i can feel it with my soul
something is wrong and i have no clue what
something is wrong and i cant fix it

i wish
i wish i could go back
i wish i could go back to before i knew that something was wrong
i wish i could go back to before i knew that i was wrong

i want
i want to know how to fix the something thats wrong
i want to be okay in my day to day life without thinking about the something that is wrong
i want to stop hiding away predending that nothing is wrong

something is wrong and it hurts so much

spoilered bc its kinda a downer? idk

I really really like this poem!! I relate to it a lot. I know that your version of this feeling/your experience with it must not be identical to my own, but I certainly connect with this poem. I like the writing style as well.