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wutheringsbronte
Forevermore a pioneer; / waiting for the dust to settle / and the musk to nettle. / / Avid writer, reader, teacher, and learner, / and in love with affirmation poetry. / I am Wutherings Bronte.
I scrub and scrub, until my skin stings, wondering why, I don't look "clean," darker skin, darker hair, they've led me to believe there must be something ***** here
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May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
there must be something ***** here
You said I'm the only one in the world, but I realize, I'm not the only one in yours, A lump in my throat, why do I still believe you?
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Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
why do I still believe you
they said, if it hurts you, then it's not worth you, then why do I want you to stay, even if just to hurt me
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Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
stay
They spread a rumour, once, that I can't tie my shoes, twice, that I can't jump rope, thrice, that I have fat fingers, and then I wasn't around to hear it anymore.
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
anti-bullying
it departs from him, the most beautiful song, lullaby melody, the sweetest hum, a sense of melancholy, my tummy's butterflies flit around, he sang his song, I sang along, he stole my butterflies, and went along
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 6:29 PM UTC
my tummy's butterflies
I finally mustered the courage, to wear a blouse a size smaller, until I saw myself in the mirror, and I heard a light chuckle
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 6:28 PM UTC
body-positivity in progress
I saw this once, in Philosopher's Stone, that the wand picks the wizard, not the other way around I realized today, at the bookstore in town, that the book picks the reader, not the other way around
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
the wand picks the wizard
I was brooming below the bed once, and suddenly swayed a flashback rushed my head we used to play that game, do you remember? until dementia took you away
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
until dementia took you away
"why can't I be a man that likes pink, why can't I be a woman that likes to surf the wind, why can't I be a man that cries tears of joy, why can't I be a woman that's not a mommy why can't I be a man, without toughening up, why can't I just be be a human" Wutherings Bronte
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
be a human
I want to stand, on solid ground, a canopy covered cloud, to dream all day-round, I want to live, my best life, and breathe, like there's only, today
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 3:17 PM UTC
breathe, like there's only today