July Poem Dump

I thought I would share some of my favorite poems I've written lately. Please, comment below which one you like best! I will post some of these on my Instagram.

The Concert
By: Samantha Jean Tate

I'm nervous

When I hold my phone, my hands tremble—

It feels like a 5-pound dumbbell.

I'm texting the cutest guy I know right now.

Will there be a yes from him?

Is he going to refuse?

Maybe — he'll just say maybe,

or ignore my text entirely.

We're just friends, I know.

But I am still nervous.

My desire to vomit,

To fall into a sinkhole in my bed,

and just disappear.

I await your answer.

"Will you go to the concert with me?"

I Cast This Spell

I Cast this spell

So you may feel what I felt

So time turns bitter in your hands

So love becomes a stranger you never get to meet

May your hours be dismissed like mine were--

discarded, unseen, undervalued.

I Cast this spell

Not for revenge--

But for protection

For my sisters

For myself.

And for you to realize

You. Don't. Matter. To. Me. Anymore.

May the weight of your own ignorance press on you like silence pressed on me.

I Cast this spell

So you cannot touch me again

You are not my soul mate

You were never my sanctuary

I banish your name, your energy, your echo

Across this life and the next--

Across every dimension and timeline

You do not follow me into the future

This is my final spell

By fire, by salt, by smoke, by storm--

Be gone!

This spell is invoked for every woman who waited.

For every sister unseen.

For every heart that was treated like a convenience.

I Cast this spell

For her and for me!

The Math Ain't Mathing
By: Samantha Jean Tate
Copyright 2025 Samantha Jean Tate. All Rights Reserved.

I called it love But he changed his mind, I was doing all the emotional labor While he went and played hanky panky

He cheated on me with her

Then cheated on her with me--

A love triangle with no angles,

Just circles.

Repeating.

Spinning in chaos.

He said he was confused,

I say he was consistent--

Consistently full of shit

Like his brown eyes

He thought he was the main character,

But now he follows my socials,

Scrolling through the glow-up,

Reading the story he got written out of.

As for me?

I'm the plot twist.

The one who lived.

The one who healed.

The one who turns heartache into art.

Thank you, next chapter.

I was never a ballerina girl,

I was never the nurturing motherly type.

I was a girly-girl, dreaming of her prince charming,

But I could get muddy with the boys.

My best friend in the world was a boy,

I've felt closer to my guy friends than girl friends.

I wasn't exactly a tomboy

But I am not exactly straight and narrow either.

It was always known that I liked both.

But it was unknown to me--

Until now.

I feel safe with women,

I feel comfortable with men.

One I prefer romance and intimacy,

The other just sex, please.

One is in my fantasies more,

The other, I long for.

I desire to marry a man

But desire intimacy with a woman.

Neither will happen.

I'll just live out my existence with one or the other.

In the chaos of saying goodbye,

You started a fire in my heart.

I realized I was the fire I chose.

I choose my own fire because she doesn't rely on sparks to keep her warm,

she chooses to light her fire with matches,

and burn anything that harms her.

I no longer desire sparks, no.

I choose to be the fire.

Now I walk in a glow, not ashes.

Now I dance in the warmth I made

I now wait for someone who can handle my heat.

I feel the collapse coming.

I'm no longer on that rollercoaster that only goes up.

I'm coming down.

I've reached the climax.

I've piqued.

Now all that's left is nothing.

No creative fires,

No midnight thought orgasms.

Just slumping through the slosh.

The slosh of regret.

Sugar, we're going down.

I'm fighting it hard.

I can barely breathe.

Tears well up in my eyes.

My hands are clammy.

Today is just not my day,

and tomorrow doesn't look so good either.

I want to make me happy

I no longer depend on others for my joy.

I deserve to feel lighthearted and carefree.

I deserve to be my bubbly and cheerful self

No matter who is in my life.

I want to make me happy

I don't need a man, a fancy house, a car

Or other material things.

All I need is a warm sunny day

With the breeze blowing in my hair

And not a care in the world.

Peace clings to me

Like glitter from a New Kids On The Block concert.

And I'm learning

How to make me happy.

And that is enough.

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

July Poem Dump

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