OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here
Hello there everyone!
If you're reading this it means that you probably are quite fond of poetry and writing it to. This is a thread to post all and any poetry that you may have, be it happy, sad, angry or just silly. All styles are welcome (free verse, couplets, slam) and it would be great to have at least one poem up a day for all of us to enjoy together!!
Evening comes and the world starts to rest,
safe and surrounded by those they love best.
Night comes and they all cuddle in bed,
falling into slumber, with a calm heart and head.
Evening comes and my heart starts to race,
beating at an ever, increasing pace.
Night comes and i tremble in bed,
falling prey to the thoughts in my head.
Middle of the night and the world is sleeping,
floating gently in the dreams they are dreaming.
Not a thought of the day that's ahead,
nothing to fear, nothing to dread.
Middle of the night and i lay wide awake,
heart that pounds, hands that shake.
Mind filled with days past and ahead,
everything to fear, everything to dread.
Dawn comes and the world starts to stir,
a good night's sleep was its only cure.
Morning's light filters over their face,
full of promise and God's good grace.
Dawn comes, and i lay immobilized,
body aching, red, dry, painful eyes.
Morning's light glares on my face,
Start to pray for God's peaceful grace.
Dear @AnimalDreamer, the way that the poet moves through the hours of night here --wonderful and very powerful. 
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^check out my creative writing blog and tell me what you think! :)
Dear @JetSetJulie, I'm sorry that we could not publish your blog address, but when I visited the blog, I felt it identifies you clearly and provides a means for people to contact you directly, which is contrary to 7 Cups policy.
However, it would be lovely if you wanted to post some of your poetry here.
Let Go and Let Grow
Fear not the unknown
Or the familiar past that haunts
Be brave and venture forth Into the uncharted parts of your soul...
Be not comfortable in the shackles of your past that
so mercilessly hold you back from finding your
true purpose in this mundane existence we call life....
Let go..
And let grow...
You are but one being with one life to live.
Why squander away that little opportunity that we so often fail to grab...
all because we fear the unknown or the familiar past....
Learn to release the long established bonds
that keeps you from throwing yourself into the throes of life
and love itself that were meant to flourish
with your passionate touch
Learn to let go...
And let grow..
THIS IS AMAZING!!
Thank you @bravespirit
Dear @Duff26, This poem beautifully addresses a topic that is so important: letting go of things that are holding us back.
BRAVO!
Thank you @Annie :)
It's good :)
@Duff26
@Duff26, the 7 Cups book club is going to discuss 3 poems about Letting Go. On August 23. I plan to provide a link to your poem, it's so good.
I hope you'll consider attending the meeting. LINK here to info
for cut/paste, here is the address without a link:
https://www.7cups.com/forum/7CupsofTeaLiteratureClub_67/7CupsofTeaLiteratureBookClubMeetings_512/CurrentScheduleofMeetings_25994/
EVERYONE IS WELCOME (But, sadly, the meeting room is accessible only to those 18 and older, I'm soooo sorry to our under-18 members!)
Oh!! I'd be so honoured.. If you would :) I'll definitely be there.. Thank you so much for this.. I cannot tell you how much this means to me.. Thank you @annie
I wrote something but it crashed
Wicked weeds wick on weeping trees,
wilting leaves left felt in field.
Pelted stones leave broken wooden bones.
Innocent games taken and made makers slain.
Slayed fate leaves hope frayed.
Payed paint paints pain bait.
Hooked and crooked strung to ones coping couldn't
The sounds of this poems are sooooo beautiful.
Yes, @BraveSpirit and @KnighTerrAin, Wow, the use of alliteration, internal rhyme, and assonance is extraordinary. It's adds complexity. Musicality. Love it.
Sands of time turn grains too fine. Tamed to pine to pain to lines. Waves online lain tries to find. Gear to grind no longer spin or fly. Grinding halts bind mind to fault
Mind of faults mined finder salt. Grain on pain taken as blame for name. Sane to same main made to maim
Tender to render past left to dismember, sworn to torn rip life awning and contorted. Twisted by *****es dug ditch for riches. Left soul in hole buried so story unfolds. Told and behold to make evil; look deceitful. Peace pulled and members contended. Remembered pretenders scream louder than mentions. Hidden good and painted d'evil. People would and peaceful perceive true. Light in pain bring bright to name. Lightens tames makes happy rain. Bringer of tinder past burned to cinder. Hinges on wingers winging with grinned smirks. Taken from placed form taken to place born. Born into slavery paced retrieval tribute to race evil. Erased samaritan laced to happening. Allowed to foul illustration in hopes one is not complacent. Love bring recovery uncovered discovery. Lights shining through truth seen surrounded by hounding clowns and ticks. Ticking clock watched by brittle mock. Hands of pain strike nine again. Pins fall to thin call. Chances be answered. Answers bechanced with hope in all darkness. Scars be remastered
Tales bold made tail fold, tailed to be told nailed to old, decade from decay. Mistakes still prey. Waiting to weight on weighted and grace torn. Fall from heaven halo bent and broken kept as keepsakes token to draw hope from. Tall tole taken to let fall glow. Darkens the atmosphere left only darkness for those to hear. Silent truths will fall short upon open ear. Bleeding flowers bloom when winter showers loom. Dusty wings hinge from shoulders weighted with breaking binge. Singed feathers fall from place once tethered. Shattered shards bring blood to scars. Similar to stone never to be thrown, it's not a throwing rock it's a waiting clock. Holding memory of good,evil, and simple tendency