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Poetry Automated Taglist!
by tommy
Last post
 December 13th
...See more Welcome to the Poetry Taglist This thread is an auto-updating list. The list is regularly updated by forum leaders and can be found below. Having issues? Reply below and someone will help you! Why should I join the taglist? ✔ Never miss out on sub-community check-ins, discussions or events ✔ Get tagged and notified by community leaders whenever a new relevant thread has been posted ✔ Become a more active member of the community. What do I need to do? ✅ To add yourself to this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please add me. ❌ To remove yourself from this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please remove me. ------------------------- Current taglist as of 21 Sept  (updated by @ComradeRuhi) @burningRain127 @HarmonyBlossom @HatsEatYou @HealingTalk @juliak1968 @LoveMyMoonflowers @Rareshadow666 @ShySmiler @tommy @Torean @YourCaringConfidant @mytwistedsoul @nessapressure05 @sadcat13 @MunchkinBerry @limegreenKiwi7397 @incredibleRainbows2036 @Est3lle @BelovedMe @unassumingEyes @iloveyouxx @enthusiasticBeach8170 @WondersWhispers @Redpanda2419 @peachPear727 @Fallenstar24
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Now I’m free
by Ana2024
Last post
 5 minutes ago
...See more I refused to suffer Refused to feel the pain Trapped in the box you placed me in I found a way to escape Be free from your lies Be free from the shame I faced my fear I sought relief I searched for closure From such a pathetic being My pain is not a game My suffering is not comedy I’m worth more than you made me out to be I protected myself More than anyone will understand You did not have my consent You did not have my permission Whether I froze or fled You should have known better But now I’m safe Did all that needed to be done Now I’m free
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Why weren’t you ever aware?
by Elliexxxxxxxx
Last post
 7 minutes ago
...See more I needed you  And you weren’t there You acted as if my sins where due But why weren’t you ever aware? I told you everything My present, my future, my past Was I just a simple plaything? And now you treat me like a outcast Did I ever do wrong? Please tell me what I did Because you made me want to keep life long And now our connection you forbid  Is it your mates saying it all? Or did you tell them  About everything that made me bawl What have you become? You made me feel safe  And now that’s all gone Your words are now like a strafe Was I just a pawn? You hurt me so very much  But I’m done  Your presence was my brake clutch  But that car is all but none So where are you now? Will you ever come back  If you even know how  I feel like I’m under attack  So what will happen? We’ll have to find out  Oh how it all makes me sadden  and makes me feel like a burnout  Maybe it was just a session  And your fresh air.  But I have a question  Why weren’t you ever aware? -Ellie
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The Meaning of God
by determinedSea4370
Last post
 12 minutes ago
...See more You asked me about religion like we had a choice like god wasn't a virus thundering down the waterfalls of electrified monkeys screaming in awe. *I was inspired to write this poem after reading a post on the Depression Support community that talked about meaninglessness and how humans creating god. I'm an atheist myself, but the origin of religion has always fascinated me so I did some research on the evolutionary necessity of the development of religion. It's so interesting! I need to read more about it. 
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lynnias
by SyriusSystem
Last post
 12 hours ago
...See more hi, to whom ever might read this. it's not exactly a poem, it's more like... my confession if you may. some of you, though i think it's improbable, you might know me. it's certain though that most of you don't. here's a quick presentation of *me*. my name is lynnias. i'm a trauma holder from the syrius system. i have been around for a while and recently decided to engage on 7cups since some alters said it was a nice place to blow off some steam. now, whatever i say here, don't let it fog your perception of 7cups, this is my experience and my own emotional judgement, i bear no ill intension to  tarnish this place's reputation. when i first started my journey here, it went as i expected but there were some exceptions. what i expected was being forgotten, ignored and overlooked. what i didn't expect was being seen and even sometimes taken care of. don't get me wrong, people on here are nice, they are loving but.. everytime i entered a chat room, no matter which one it was, i got ignored. ofcourse, i was used to it, no one ever paid attention to me even in real life, not even in the system. the one friend who ever talked to me left because of me so it wa no suprise that even here, the same thing would happen. however, as stupid as i was, i kept on coming back, i don't know what i was looking for. maybe it was me trying to change, or my last cry for help, i guess we'll never find out. everytime i felt overwhelmed, i was on here, i entered a chat room, and got ignored, it hurt but i kept on coming back for more. now i realise how sturbon i was, but looking back, i don't think it would've been easy to let go. when i saw others being cared for, helped or even joking around, that friendly atmosphere, i wanted to be part of it. maybe i'm timid, maybe i'm just not meant for this place. by making this forum post, first of all, i'd like to apologize to my fellow system members if this post get's them in trouble in the future. i also want to thank everyone who has ever showed me kindness and i want to show anyone who is going through the same thing, be it an alter or someone, i want to show them that they're not alone. maybe i was stupid to believe that i could ever be loved, maybe i just didn't deserve anyone's attention. maybe all that i'm doing now is in vain because no one will even bother to read this. but i couldn't care less. i've grown tired, tired of having such thoughts, tired of trying everyday for it to end up failing. so, i've decided to rest. it's not like anyone needs me anywhere, be it here, in the system or even in real life. nobody even knows me in real life. so no one will notice that i'm gone, unless they stumble upon this so when i go dormant, i doubt anyone will even care.. i've said what i wanted to, i did my last plea.. this was lynnias- signing out
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The Paper left in a Drizzle
by azurePond
Last post
 15 hours ago
...See more (Trigger warning - Drowning and Suffocation) The Paper left in a Drizzle “You always smell like rain,” I say. It’s not entirely true. Today, it’s chlorine mixed with soap, something green, maybe cedar, and beneath it, a faint trace of your cologne— the one you wore to fight off summer. You shrug, like you always do, half-smiling, the left corner of your mouth lifting. “You never liked the rain,” you say. “I liked how it clung to you,” I reply, and you laugh, dimples carving the sound into my chest. Your dark hair drips water in uneven rhythms, each drop curling your edges, like paper left in a drizzle. But you don’t push it back like you used to. It glistens against the scar just above your eyebrow— a crooked line carved by childhood and a game of "who’s braver." “Me, always me,” I teased back then. “Sure,” you said, bleeding and grinning. I catch myself staring. “You still look the same,” I tell you, and your brows arch, a small wave rolling across your face. “Liar,” you say, “Didn’t we make a pact against nostalgia?” “I missed you,” I say, though the words come out garbled, wrapped in the heavy weight of the present. “Yeah, you’d better,” you reply, grinning in that crooked way that reminds me of the boy who climbed trees with us, who swung into the azure pond with the biggest splash, But now I see the lines, the new shadows beneath your eyes, the years have etched in quietly, as if you’ve been carrying us both. “He missed you too,” I add casually, my voice edged with that familiar grumble. “He was mad you left. I was too. But it’s okay now. You’re back, aren’t you?” You tilt my head, “I am back.” Your voice wraps around me, a low hum like summer cicadas, a sound that softens the edges of time. Your brown eyes settle on me, warm and certain, like the earth deciding it can bear you forever. “You’re staring again,” you say. “Can’t help it,” I reply with a wide smile. Your fingers trail the edge of my jaw, cool and careful, the way you once touched clay sculptures in your mom’s studio where we snuck in to paint mustaches on them. “I thought you’d forget me,” you admit, soft, as if the current might carry it away. “Never.” The word slips out too fast, my throat catching on the sharp edges of a riptide. You lean closer, your breath brushing my cheek, cooler than it should be. “Breathe,” you whisper in my ear. “Why don’t you ever breathe around me?” I shake my head, tilting it to see the surface above us, a silvery ceiling trembling in waves, just out of reach, my hand raised to hold yours— solid, real, warm as always. “Why didn't you come back sooner?” I ask, the words bubbling up like a last confession. “You’re the one who decides when… the one who keeps coming back,”, Your voice holds something heavy, not anger, not sadness— just the weight of knowing what comes next. The ripples arrive suddenly, shattering the shape of you— that smile, those eyes, the scar I once kissed. And then hands—too hot, burning through my skin, searing me into motion— yanking me upward, dragging me through the surface. Air crashes into me, wild and burning, my lungs clawing at it like it might undo the silence below. I cough, choking on your name, and look up into a face I may or may not know, but it’s not yours, like the first time. It’s never you. It will never be you again.
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Countdown
by Ana2024
Last post
 15 hours ago
...See more 10- messages I’ll never forget The pain and anger that rushes through my viens  The weight is strong and stopping me From moving forth in what I believe 9- scars that show my pain It’s so hard cause no one’s listening It’s my fault they can’t see So they just decide to leave me be 8- attempts that keep me thinking Why so many times? Why isn’t this working? 7- people on my nerves I want to get rid of them all But I’ll wait patiently and plan ahead  6- reasons to stay alive Is that enough? Or should I just die? 5- seconds is all that it takes To walk out the door And leave without a trace 4- stupid hospitalizations Held against my will And refused a second chance 3- years this has lasted With every moment that’s been passing  No relief has happened 2- more years till I can date Spend a life with someone great 1- heart shattered into pieces Everyone sees it Yet no one believes it
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Fading away
by Ana2024
Last post
 15 hours ago
...See more I’ve been bearing this burden Such a powerful weight My thoughts hold me down And refuses to let me escape They drain me till I’m gone I’m just trying to hold on Hold onto my life Hold onto my faith Hold onto the memories of this place Get rid of the bad And all that makes me mad I don’t want to complain I just want to be free I don’t want to feel pain I don’t want to suffer I just want to be safe I just want to be okay
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The Race Against Time
by azurePond
Last post
 15 hours ago
...See more “Why do you always leave first?” I stumble forward, breathless, concerned. The streets are alive, a chaotic stream, Yet you’re already a distant figure in a dream. Your shadow lingers, a sunrise glow, Though you’ve vanished where I can’t go. “Because I know you’ll catch up,” you say, Laughing, dodging a man in the way. The city smells of coffee and oil, A whirlwind of voices, a life in turmoil. “I’m like a ninja,” you grin with pride, “Silence and speed are what I abide by.” Your footprints, though, still mark the way, Through sands that cling at the close of day. “I thought ninjas were supposed to hide.” Your gaze drifts to the sea, wide. “The tide comes in when it’s ready, And leaves seashells for patient eyes.” “Well then, you’re the tide,” I tease, bemused, “But I’m not ready for the tsunami that will bruise.” “You’ll drown standing there,” your loud warning, Then you walk into the sea’s shifting sheen. It pulls you in, a force untamed, Sharp strokes cutting where waters are claimed. “I think you’re racing the calendar now.” I sit by the pool, my hand on my brow. “I’m just racing time,” you reply with flair, Adjusting your goggles, no sign of despair. “And I’m always ahead, but I’ll turn around, If ever you stumble or hit the ground.” You wink as you dive, the stopwatch still, While I dangle my feet and admire your will. “If you’re ahead of time, then warn me of rain,” I complain as the storm clouds the windowpane. You hand me an umbrella, swift and sound, And step into the downpour, rain all around. “I can outswim time, but not the weather,” You laugh as the rain soaks us together. “Darling, I’ll build you a raft, you’ll see, Or teach you to dance in the rain with me.” Your hug is warm, though drenched and absurd, I push you back but savour your word. “God, you’re like a wet dog!” I cry. You howl to the storm, your declaration to the sky. “To time, the swimmer who falters,” We toast with laughter that never alters. Yet your dimples hide; your thoughts are far, Trailing the edge of where you are. “You’re not even listening to them,” I softly confess. “Don’t worry,” you murmur, “I’ve heard it, I guess.” The music swells as you turn to the flame, And I feel the distance, though you remain. “You always leave me in the cold,” I say. Your eyes flicker, concerned in their sway. “You’re not cold, you’re just... hold on.” And again, everything moves on. We’re children on that frozen shore, Where icy water bites and currents roar. I slip below; your grip holds tight, Your voice steady through the wintry night. “Hold on, this time, I’m not letting go,” you vow, Fierce and steady as the ice breaks now. “I’m not letting go,” I yell in return, As the wheels of your bike spin fast and burn. You’re a bolt of speed, the hill aglow, I’m chasing, but my steps are slow. Like the  book on a shelf, too high to find, You are always too far from my hand. “There you go, Thumbelina,” you tease, Handing me what I could not reach. You turn to leave, as you always do, Your rhythm faster than I could pursue. “You never wait!” I cry in despair, Running to catch the train’s heavy air. Tropical heat, the earth’s wet perfume, “You’ve got to catch me,” you say with a tune. But when the train jolts, your hand finds mine, A fleeting grasp, firm, aligned. “Will you ever stop running?” I yell in the blur, The landscape bending, the wind a slur. You pause just long enough to climb, Over the estate wall, a feat sublime. “Will you ever stop chasing a ghost in the air?” You smirk, extending a hand with care. Still my fingers miss; you slip once more, The city’s hum swallows you like before. A rush of voices, a tide of the streets, My steps falter, my lips repeat: “Why do you always leave first?”
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Shadows of a Soul
by NightshadeSystem
Last post
 15 hours ago
...See more Through the veil of night I wander, Lost in the abyss of my own mind. Echoes of torment, shadows that ponder, Consuming the light, leaving me blind. The demons within, they taunt and they jeer, Whispering voices that fill me with dread. Dragging me deeper into the fear, Burying the hope that once lay ahead. I grasp at the threads of my sanity, Clawing my way through the darkness that reigns. But the weight of this endless calamity Threatens to shatter my very veins. In the depths of despair, I search for reprieve, A glimmer of solace to ease this cold pain. Yet the shadows persist, refusing to leave, Trapping my soul in their merciless chain. Will I ever escape this tormented abyss? Or am I doomed to forever remain In the clutches of nightmares, void of true bliss, My spirit consumed by this endless refrain? The silence is deafening, the anguish intense, As I wander these halls of the damned. My very existence, a living offense, Condemned to this ***, forever unmanned.
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Funeral
by Hopeful0001
Last post
 16 hours ago
...See more This must be our goodbye Cause if I don’t leave on my own I will leave in a body bag. You kill me mentally, emotionally, and physically Drain me of all my energy. I can’t do this anymore I can’t breathe When you pressure me to be there. Be somebody I am not All because you can’t be okay With your own self and time. I want to burn  Maybe that pain would be easier Than the pain of my heart As you ignore all my boundaries. Restrictions and ultimatums in your eyes. Feel like I’ve been drowning Suffocating in this relationship Staying for all the wrong reasons. Every time I pull away You apologize  But Sorry is just a word At this point Do you even mean it when you apologize? The urges get more intense  When we are on the phone You not listening to a thing I say Like my opinions and wants do not matter. This needs to be goodbye Before I die from this disease.
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poetry for free
by johnny66376
Last post
 20 hours ago
...See more I am an aspiring poet and need some work. tell me any themes or things to right about I take requests and will respond soon so ask me to make any poetry for you
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Moonlit skies
by cosmicrayyyyyy
Last post
 21 hours ago
...See more We've seen it  The old mushy towns And fairly lit up streets Moonbows, hands in hands And the apricity like our dreams But what we've seen too Are the desolated valleys A moonless, frosty night And silent, crestfallen alleys We've seen the sun, Reach the zenith Right when you hold my hand Soothingly in a Ferris But all that matters is  Your saxophone of old times  To light up the odd days With jazz on moonless nights And all that matters, is the obscure silence Of that little split second When we turned to each other Whispering, "The moon looks beautiful, isn't it?

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