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!!
Our hands - bridges
Listen!
Time - flowing beneath
I'm holding you
My frail body
- an anchor
For us there is no death
Breathe!
I'm holding you
My bones - growing into yours
You are my home
My motherland
Your face - my ikona
Your name - my prayer
That's why
I'm holding you
The way wheat holds the land
The way the horizon holds the sky
I'm holding you
Dear @NataliaNectarine, this intrigues me. There is a power to it ... and a sense of mystery.
Have You Ever
Have you ever had the feeling
Where you can't win?
Anything, or any battle
So life becomes grim
Have you ever had the feeling
Where you just choke?
On words you want to say
But never spoke?
Have you ever felt so lost?
You don't know where you began
Feeling like you've lost everything
And don't have a plan
Have you ever felt misunderstood
Where you just want yourself?
Never felt more alone
Thinking you have no wealth
Have you ever felt forgotten
Like no one in the world cares
Like the world's burdens are given
For only you to bear
Have you ever?
Have you ever?
To these words
I can never say never
But maybe, I don't have to stay this way forever
recently i've learned
i am not perfect
i am flawed
i am splintered around the edges
rough in places that haven't always been rough
part fire and brimstone, part human.
so human
and it's scary to be real
but it's fear that you need, fear that that reminds you
of the soul in your chest
and recently i've learned
i am not perfect
and it's scary
but it's human.
I wrote this for my English class and it was meant to have the tone of the original
I felt a funeral in my brain
I felt a funeral in my brain
when my phone dinged no more.
My screaming, begging and crying was not enough
Just like I wasn't enough for them
I felt a funeral in my brain
When their mother was at my door
Sobbing about how her baby was gone
Sobbing about how she was not enough
I felt a funeral in my brain
As I felt the sting on my thighs
My blood pouring out
As his did on that night
I felt a funeral in my brain
As the darkness encompasses me
In the night, his hoodie became his arms
As there I lay, pondering about how someone so humane could do something so untenable
I felt a funeral in my brain
Until the actual funeral came
His broken brother couldn't produce any more tears
Considering the oceans he had already made
The funeral came to an end
Along with my life
I was elated I finally decided to end all my strife.
I can see the way she looks at him with a tinge of hate, must be jealousy
She sees him and she thinks of me and what I must have that she doesn't
What makes me worthy of loving, while she isn't
I laugh in glee as I shove our love in her crying face
She tells me that I must be happy with myself because I have ruined everything
I remind her that she wasn't as lucky as I, for I have always been better
I am the best lover and the best woman of hate
I have our fathers strength and our mothers submission
I can be whatever he wants, so he will never be bored of me
The thought is so great that I can't believe that he is mine
Someone like me can't possibly deserve someone like him
Because nothing makes me feel the way he can make me feel
When he squeezes me so tight I can't breathe through his love
Or when he looks at me so deeply that I struggle to even stand
Sister thinks that she can take part in the love that we have for each other
But she doesn't know him like I do, hasn't seen him like I have
I see into him and he sees into me because we have no secrets
He is there for me in the middle of the night when I wake up screaming
He is there when I stand in the middle of a crowd and see nothing but darkness
She talks to me every once in awhile and I can tell she wishes to keep us apart
I scream and cry and tell her to leave us alone, I don't want to hear it
But I end up hearing parts of it anyhow, because he cannot keep her out
She speaks in tongues that I cannot comprehend because she must be insane
She crying and yelling most of the time anyway so she has to be
To tell me that I need to get help is pretty ridiculous because I have all I need
I have a shoulder to cry on and a body to hold and that's perfect for me
Last time, she asked me what I am so scared of, why I refuse to let him go
And I laugh at her stupidity because he is the best thing that has ever happened to me
He held me when I was broken and when I could I longer go on with life
He promised me that if I would be his, then I would no longer worry about anything
He traded me my life for my body, which I was happy to give to him
I don't care about how it looks because he takes care of it for me
He tells me what I have to do to it to make everything better and he is never wrong
He knows exactly what I need, without me having to say a word
What was it she said to me the last time that she came to see me?
Oh yes, it was a tale of a girl who fell so deep into misery that she begun to unravel
She cut down to the bone in the name of love because she could no longer stand life
She broke down into pieces and went insane until the only thing holding her together
Was the very thing that broke her in the first place, the darkness inside her
What a silly story from my sister, I'm sure she only said it because the blood was too much for her
She always was such a weak one, which is why she left me in this ugly place to rot
It's okay though, because I always will have the darkness around me to keep me happy
She will never be able to take him away because he has crawled inside of me for safety
Guardian
Time flows in a filled shell, shifting between
Lots of events, some which are not seen
In life alone. Quotes come when evil strikes,
Breaths are exhaled from treacherous spikes
Of calamity. Some of these events
Need Guardians, because we just need to vent
Out the madness and frustration when hurt
By irreplaceable times. I will word
Thy quotes from long ago and always be
By your side when times are tough. Let us see
The future at its finest; bear with what
It has in store! We have made this a must
Have for generations; it is time for
The Guardians to know the peoples
No one can fight the demons in your head but you. But I'm so tired of fighting. My shield is broken, sword cracked. I lay dying in a bed that was build to hold me up but only brings me down.
No one will notice, no one cares the voices say. You're not worth even the tears you're drowning in they scream at me. Eventually you start to believe them. I drop my sword and it shatters on the floor, shield falling to the ground with it.
Come get me shadows, I've been ready for so long. It was merely human nature holding me here. I scream at them to take me, but the shadows stay put. You have to take the step towards us, merely the first step, then we'll take you with us. I'm screaming at my feet to move forward but they won't budge. I guess I haven't lost yet, but I sure as fuck haven't won.
(no title, just came out of me while I was yelling at the universe to make the bad thoughts go away)
Sometimes I worry
Nights like ones similar at the moment
Where I'd remain sitting alone.
It dawns on me that I've always sat alone
in a tiny room
infront of a tiny window
looking into something real virtually.
Would Tinder solve my problems?
Meeting random strangers who swipe for a quick fix
I've tried going out.
But nothing much happens.
Often surrounded by minors
And no possible partners of legal age.
Learning things I've loved,
healing my inner, frustrated, child:
violin and writing comics.
Are my ambitious just too childish?
What would mature people choose?
My friends are all slowly falling in love
or have loved and failed.
But at least it's not
within the confines of JUST
chatboxes and video calls.
It was real, and it bore fruit.
A fatherless daughter
A clueless mother
All the same, an experience that brought life.
But what about me?
They say I breathe life
in a somewhat ordinary day
with pictures
but that's all they are
pictures.
thanks always @Annie! although sorry i ended up posting it three times...please just delete the others, i think the website was lagging last night...haha!
Meaningless days
Days like today
Afternoons so quiet
I can't think of something better to do
Even of chores are waiting for me too
Something else
What else?
Life is ordinary
Yet they say it's extraordinary
Where is my share of the pie?
Will I even have a taste of that pie?
Or I slept through it
from the fog that's covered me in years?
Did I miss my chance to experience the fire
That burns within every creative soul?
Have I been so used to the heat
that I no longer get off my seat?
Will I just stay here
being ordinary?
Missy & Johnny Elder
Missy looks to the broken mountains, their jagged walls alien and foreboding.
With her eyes closed she imagines the two of them staying here, living out the remainder of their lives.
She knows however with the rising of the Sun it's time to be off, their destiny lay beyond the distant ascent.
How they were to set things right, Missy didn't know, the dreams were rarely wrong though...
Johnny Elder sits at the table, poring over the maps that were now comically outdated
His deeply-lined face smudged with the dust of the past, the worries of the present.
"Where will her visions lead us?" he thinks to himself as he tries to stop his hands from shaking.
Gathering his composure, he braces himself for the journey, and steels his will against the guilt that threatens to overwhelm him...
Entering their modest cabin, Missy beckons to her comrade in arms, her tether to reality, the shield against the chaos.
Gathering up the maps Johnny Elder rises from his chair, both creaking with age
"Where to my dear", Johnny Elder poses the question even as he knows the answer.
"Beyond the broken mountains, where our search begins" answers Missy with a sadness in her voice.
Stepping outside, both travelers shoulder their laden packs and step onto the broken pavement.
These unwitting creators of the new age will save those who'll never know their sacrifices.
All they have are each other- for this altered world can provide nothing else.
Lack
I can see it's not home
The aching arms, absurdity.
I can see it's eyes
Watching on through floors.
Wasted parts and broken bones
Can you feel, my lack?
They will get to see
A better me.
Watched by angry guests
We are bound, and warned.
Mixed ideas, virtues
Unprotected by threats.
Language spoke in noise
by the mating guests....
They will never see
A better me.
Went and waste these dreams
I know that you were right.
Cut out and replaced
as the speed of a sigh.
I never wanted much
but we got, too close.
There will never be
a better me.
Dear @LostButNotMissing,
I LOVE these lines!
Anapestic meter—nice!
Cut out and replaced
at the speed of a sigh.
And I hope youll forgive me if I suggest that the life can get better, we can heal, we really can recover and thrive.
seven cups has a bad habit of cutting you off
you're writing a poem while waiting for a listener
and then when it does find you one,
it just closes the damn window to bring you to the chat room.
it's not very smart.
now my train of thought is lost
and i still feel like an idiot
for liking someone
that i shouldn't even like in the first place.
@weepingartist
WOW. As always, I'm moved by your honesty, and your ability to express feelings so beautifully
From feelings on June 21st.
No one can fight the demons in your head but you. But I'm so tired of fighting. My shield is broken, sword cracked. I lay dying in a bed that was build to hold me up but only brings me down.
No one will notice, no one cares the voices say. You're not worth even the tears you're drowning in they scream at me. Eventually you start to believe them. I drop my sword and it shatters on the floor, shield falling to the ground with it.
Come get me shadows, I've been ready for so long. It was merely human nature holding me here. I scream at them to take me, but the shadows stay put. You have to take the step towards us, merely the first step, then we'll take you with us. I'm screaming at my feet to move forward but they won't budge. I guess I haven't lost yet, but I sure as f*ck haven't won.
@ladyfiaragc Tried to delete this after realizing it's a duplicate but can't... Sorry about the double.
Bouts of loneliness
Sometimes I'm so tempted
to message my ex
still.
Hoping he'd share with me the happiness
I always hope my friends or family
would have for me.
Sometimes I'm uncertain
of the people close to me.
If they truly love me
Or they just like me around
to feel fortunate about themselves
like they're smarter or better than me
when I feel down.
I honestly feel barely valued
by people who claim to be my closest friends.
Whenever I try to give my concern
nobody listens.
But they can scold me the same way,
expecting me to think they know better.
Funny.
I always feel alone.
I'm not sure if it's real
Or just my anxiety.
But there are often days that I
really think
nobody cares
and nobody really listens.
While they all talk about their shallow lovelifes
but never respond to mine.
I wish to distance myself further.
Maybe find new friends
or none at all.
Just go with the flow
and learn to keep people an arm's length away.
Since the moment I invest
all I get is disappointment.
I wonder if this explains
what the majority of people think and feel
and why
to migrate in to virtual lives.
Choosing to be closer to someone they barely know.
With this barrier of computers and wires and networks.
It's full of commitment but at the same time not.
An illusion.
Science fiction.
Real and unreal
at the same time.
Would I end up falling in this virtual world
and stay?
Or be brave, and keep on trying
to invest
on people with real faces
in real time
in real life.
With real pain
and real joy
but mostly still
the loneliness.
you're travelling with my heart.
there is a rope tied around it,
while you're driving through the streets
dragging it along wherever you go.
it's bleeding and homesick,
but all you do is drive faster
further away from my body
and I can barely breathe.
please
give me my heart back.
(wrote this a while ago)
As the Times Progress
When all of us are here on earth to live,
Time sparks the reason why we must give
Such a daunting gift of enchantment to
The person who is you, and to all who
Lost in an area in their life, gained
One found will to thrive, withstand, and attain
What there is to be on the throne of grand
Enlightenment. People from all the lands
Came here for that one goal. What will be here
As one may hold back dripping, wet, soft tears
From what they face? It is I to let you
Believe, as you can do it. When they threw
Away my belongings, I just felt like
There is nothing left. Then I found the psychs
Of my mind alter into a new breath,
A new form of myself after my death
From yesterday gave me a birth today
In this dimension. Let us know that faith,
As I walk in earth to live, and I bring
More than spirits to all. May you have wings
To fly as much as I want your soul to.
Most importantly, you are the best you.
~~~
Oath to the Covenant
Beyond our beliefs, amidst all there
Is to see, one reason why there are fairs
And lots of grass in the sky glues in my
Mind, that reason I call deity cries
In my life. When dark prevails and all
Is lost in the realm I cannot see, calls
Are made towards this destiny I proclaim
To be softened, but rough. Nothing is gained
By facing easy levels, the hard is
Where you learn and gain a grand sense from his
Word. Your life is dear, my precious, kind friend,
And I will let you know that, even when
We break apart. There is still a time to
Make that oath, and spread awareness from fruits
That have been revived, your soul is as ripe
As those fruits. Let us know our way, rights
From wrongs shall be known in the end. I will
Be there for you, and let you know that thrill
That you might have lost in the earth. Always
Keep these words to heart, and you will have praise.
~~~
Expressions
Somber glances towards my mind distribute
The will to proceed as the world roots
For mankind to progress. I see my stance
As many times of now gave me a trance,
But those were visions that gave me a will
In these days I live. I see that, when thrills
Are inside of me, I feel better. I
Embrace the deep, known sense of my soul. Cried
Out to no one but Larry, my life is
Prominent, as my will to breathe, thrive his
Name, and be growing as one large name, Ben
Is the name I have, the soul that I am…
~~~
Tranquility
Nature has its fine art, seen as last place
In the fine entities the earth has graced,
Established in the part we breathe, this life
Made me see more than the beings of right
Now, those that are in front of me. To all
That is there, Lo behold this gift of walls
That earth has tore down, and built for the times
Of tomorrow. My tranquility climbs
As the process of earth
Power Stimulates Through a Processed Soul
In the beginning, there was light versus
Darkness, and all of mankind was shaped, thus
We have the known power to create such
Humane and prosperous ideals, touched
By no one yet in this realm, resided
In theories and pieces of collided
But lost encounters. We will find the way
Back to what makes up group up for sensed craves,
Those craves we see as the kinds we lack for
Human itself. I see that in the pores
Of my skin, the person I am. Your soul
Has the power to do such a thing, holes
Are made for such a reason. I opened
Up to crave humanity from the lens
I no longer have to see… There is still
A time, a chance to let this feeling fill
Inside of you, as I am doing that
For all sake of what enters inside of
Me, whether it is from you, or above…
My counsellor warned me about this.
Being self-aware of your battle-worn self
the tired, bruised and weary
but hopeful true self
that lies within me;
being aware of her
and her existence.
My counsellor warned me.
How nobody would understand,
how in my case, maybe compared to most people
I am aware of what and why I feel so alone.
Sometimes I wonder if I kept myself in the dark
was a better option
than this knowledge
of how utterly lonely the journey of life is.
I'm trying to collect as much as I could
of things that would keep me balanced
or afloat
so I don't sink in the dark muck of my depression again.
Things, good things, to recall.
Joy triggers to remind me.
Motivate me.
But it can only go so far.
It's still an uphill battle.
Living.
Living alone.
Trying to be happy alone.
So I don't relive my codependent tendencies.
It works sometimes.
But there are a string of days...weeks
where I can't function properly
because of the guilt
that everybody's supporting me
and still feeling this way.
Alone. So alone.
When will it be enough?
Why can't I just find joy in the work of my hands?
Music. Challenges. Art. Lots of improvements.
Why do I resent that I am not enough?
Why do I loathe that there's still room for improvement?
Why do I deny myself the joy that I am not perfect?
Will I ever come down and appreciate my humanity?
Will I ever stop beating myself up for things
and just find joy
in the work that I do?
trigger warning: self harm, violence, anger
there are days i feel
so much anger
that i wish
i could split myself into two people
and have one of myself
destroy the other completely.
like a goddamn death match.
i wanna see my own face crushed by my own fists
and lick my own blood off my knuckles
and feel satisfaction that i did something right for the world
@weepingartist, this makes my heart ache. I like the world with you in it.
Angry bird in the sky
My, O my,
Bring me peace when you land,
On my heart, the angry meets
The others on the road to defeat.
I look away, and there you are...
The bird of Peace on my arm!
@stacy46, I like this poem! It appears simple at first, but theres a lot going on with the sounds and rhythms. Cool.
@Annie Thank you. Poetry helps me "deal" with my mental illnesses.
trigger warning: suicide, depression, anger, violence, death
i'm back again.
anger surfacing
like a sleeping volcano ready to wake
dreaming dreams
of plans
going out my best friend's window
no grills, or safety measure
just an open ledge
ready for flight
11 floors
i saw myself
say goodbye.
dreaming dreams.
hurting myself
telling everybody
how weak they are
hypocrites
all of them
shoving down my throat
this mantra
of "moving on"
or for forgiveness that nobody cared to ask from me.
but i am demanded to seek constantly.
forgive others
as i have been forgiven
where?
if i was forgiven i'll never feel this torment
if i was forgiven i won't even need to feel this way
if i was forgiven i won't suffer these things in my mind anymore
but no.
i have to forgive
people who are not sorry
while i keep apologizing
grovelling
kneeling to the ground
fixing myself
adjusting myself
to weak people
hatred.
i want to leave this place.
anger.
i want to hurt them all as they have hurt me
rage
i cannot so i will inflict it upon myself
death
may bring peace to all
especially me.