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!!
My life is just bitter memories. Bitter enemies. Vengeful tendency. Memorable tend to speak. If I could make them the enemy I would. Yet amongst them is my love. Every time. The worst fairytale left silence to mime. They turned my friends, my friends turned to them. Yet everytime there's always one in mind. Me and her would seem fitting. Like we could take a seat and fit in. We wouldn't be in place or out. But together I would hear no doubt. The blank expression would only speak the warm thoughts. Even without talk the atmosphere would be love caught. But they are stuck to them. And I could not rend. I couldn't come in between what I see for what I think was seen. I suppose it's like romeo and Juliet. Yet I have no one one my side. I just have to walk to the slaughter to love in my demise. Yet I do not die, just another slice of my heart will say goodbye. everytime. It seems new. I've seen lies. I try. Stay by the guide. Play nice don't play their games. Leave it to silence. Don't speak names. Can't complain, it's just my pain. Never get to know what they felt. Feelings never get tamed. Never feed the flames. Just watch the clock and let my heart stop. Set the hands on fire and hold the barbed wire. Just to stay at the fence. Where I could see the love, and let it become past tense. Always walking into the lions den. Just to hear her laugh one last time. Always bleeding through the pen. Just to wait until she says when. But what then, I would have had an idea. Nothing here. Nothing went. Just time spent
Wow.. I love this :)
YOU AND ME ⚫⚫
Let's create magic, You and I,
Let's cause a riot while the world passes by.
I'll take your hand or you take mine,
Either way darling, it's a pairing divine.
Have your way with me, Let all else be.
Guide my mind and lead me on
You and I can never go wrong.
So let's make memories
Even thoughtful reveries.
With moments so intense
Creativity so immense.
None can match up to
As I walk this path with you.
So let's create magic then...
Just me and you, oh trusty friend
On paper so thin and flimsy
For all the others to see.
The magic of creativity,
The magic of you and me. ⚫⚫⚫
This is a little something I wrote for my one passion I hold so dearly, Art, my therapy, my escape, my love :)
@Duff26, this is wonderful!
Thank you @annie :)
DENIED
Isn't it lovely, they say
Seeing the glittering lights in the darkness
Walking towards higher heights
Humming to the sounds of the buzzing voices of hope.
Which door have they opened, I wonder
Blinking through the blinding darkness
Crawling towards the abyss, lost in a labyrinth
Deafness wished, banshees making my ears bleed.
Isn't it lovely, they say
Dancing to the music of a million options
Smelling the flowers of sweet memories
Tasting the overwhelming flavours of life.
Which road have they taken, I wonder
Stumbling into walls that leave nothing open
Breath taken away by the fumes of a million dead memories
Hunger killed by the tastelessness of the big nothing.
There! I see it! Right ahead of me!
The glittering lights, on the heights,
Laughter and music, sweetness and hope.
But no! There he stands! This grey being! Again!
A stamp in his hand, pressed against my forehead
Holding a mirror in front of me,
Access Denied!
Pushed backed, stumbling, crawling
Limbo, breathing-taking, energy-sucking
Then I finally see it: the door! Oh sweet relief!
Looking back over my shoulder, turning around,
steadily walking towards it.
What is the limbo?
@MissZ,
This poem is really interesting. I've read it ten times, and keep finding different shades of meaning. Very cool.
Dear @MissZ, I've been reading this poem over and over, too -- it's truly wonderful. My favorite line is:
Dancing to the music of a million options
I adore the alliteration and rhythm of it!
I imagine throngs of elite insiders with glittering prospects open to them, having no idea what it's like for the non-privileged outsider to open important doors, the difficulty of even finding the right door . . . .
When I first read it, I was unsure of the ending. But upon rereading the final stanzas several times, it seems to me that the venturer finds the door on her own and, with sweet relief and admirable fortitude, walks resolutely toward the goal.
Trigger Warning.
I remember us by the river,
The one with pebbles and sand
You folded your trousers,
And took my hand
We danced in icy stream
Lips pursed cold
And eyes gleaming a smile
You cupped my neck
And that kiss foretold, your vile - drowning
I heard my heart murmur
While you held me under water
"What sorrow did I bring?"
@SophonisbaXavier, I love the vivid, tactile images: "the river, the one with pebbles and sand," and "cupping my neck." And the end is hauntingly written.
You're never in the present,
And only once in the past.
Love I have come to resent,
By the shadow you have cast.
Upon my childhood smile,
And I have waited for awhile,
To feel like I belong.
You twist my tongue,
So constantly I'm on trial,
And my weary words
Though unheard
Are not what they seem.
What did you mean?
When you let me dance on your shoes,
Then on my heart leave a bruise,
So I can no longer
Look people in the eye.
Even though I try
I know I will forever feel the pain
As fresh as the day you left me
Now I can never be set free,
from the
overwhelming question
Why?
As our bond fades, like
Imploding stars,
In the
Night
sky.
Dear @the truthIsALie1 - This poem is powerful in its message and effect on the reader. And it has interesting rhythms, rhymes -- I especially like the first four lines. Thank you for sharing it here.
Let's hold our bloody hands together.
Reminds me of Macbeth
Expect to accept the excerpt. Except...
Ballad of the Mind - by G
You don't know where to begin
You don't know where to start
You thought the world was on your side
Until it left you in the dark
It's that feeling you get
When you're alone in the rain
Then you're hit with the blues
So you question if you're sane
You question if you're sane
'cause nothing makes no sense
You fear a brand new day
You can't bear that suspense
It's like running from the shadows
You're surrounded by a fence
So scared that you can't climb it
Frozen and too tense
The shadows creep up on you
As you panic in despair
If not for the pouring rain
You'd be drenched in your own tears
It's like you're taunted for no reason
Or the reason's just unclear
And you contemplated leaving
But then you contemplated fear
Minutes, days and weeks and month
And years have all gone by
Suddenly it all makes sense
And the sun begins to shine
It's almost like you held yourself
Captive in your mind
Like nothing happened
Though you wasted precious time
So many times you've asked yourself
Why am I alive
What's my purpose and would things change
If I were to die
Then maybe that old lady
That I helped across the street
Might not have made it
Then should would be deceased
I don't know the answers
It's hard to find a clue
But if I see somebody in the rain
I'll have an umbrella for them too
I really like this poem, it feels like the lyrics to a song. I especially like the first 9 stanzas. They were especially moving, I thought.
Thank you Annie. It actually is a song I wrote a few years ago. I don't know much about writing though. I just write what I feel in a way that can be interpreted by the reader. :)
I appreciate the compliment.
Where are you?
With the sunrise come my sorrows,
My back is cold but the sunshine blinds my face,
My happiness is bent and wobbles as I flee,
If yet the winter has left me then where is my summer?
I swim in a lukewarm pool and my hands tremble,
and a fear I cannot face has gripped my mind,
all the pieces have spilled and I do not know if I can hold them together,
Where was I?
@Austria, This poems has many fascinating images, the sunrise blinding the face but leaving the back cold, the idea of happiness being bent and wobbling. At first we have images of hot and cold, bright and dark, winter and summer -- and then we shift to pieces that have spilled. I think the shift in imagery works -- I like the last 2 lines very much.
Thank you for saying that, it means a lot to me.
You taught me to be silent
when I'm about to shout
You showed me your goodness
when everyone else are cruel
You gave me wisdom
when I don't know what to do
...Who am I? For you to love me like this
...a love that I can never outgive
...the only love I would ask to stay
...for in your eyes I am truly loved
You have brought me to light
when everything turns to dark
You have given me life
when I was about to die
And still by now, I can't grasp
this love you have for me
Yes, it is your love that makes me say 'I lurve you!'
Dear @Sherly, Thanks for sharing your poem! I have to admit it confused me a bit. Is it meant to be a good thing for the beloved to teach us to be silent when we want to shout? I think maybe the poet intends that it is good, but there was confusion at the outset for me.
And this part, wow, I absolutely LOVE it:
'Who am I? For you to love me like this/ ...a love that I can never outgive/ ...the only love I would ask to stay/ ...for in your eyes I am truly loved/ You have brought me to light/ when everything turns to dark/ You have given me life/ when I was about to die/ And still by now, I can't grasp/ this love you have for me."
It is so eloquent and lovely! Gorgeous.
In the final line, the shift to cute slang ("lurve") changes the tone substantially at the end in a way that was somewhat dissonant, but clearly intended I think.
Very interesting work!
Hi @Annie you are good in your observation. Thank your for interacting with the poetry.
I would 'lurve' to see your poems too. Thanks so much!