1)I still hear your beating heart

And i love this sound I remember your face

And i really know I can feel your breath

And i touch your eyes

I cant let you too pas

But you're gonna die

Tonight

Tonight Just hold me close

And dont feel the shame

Its just one touch

We can play again

Just kiss me once

And we'll be safe

2) Just one bullet

Knife in blood

And disghusting scar

I dont wanna do that

But he doesnt care

I feel shivers down my spine

And a lots of pain

I've shouldn't do that

That was just a game

Just hold me close

And dont feel the shame

Its just one touch

We can play again

Just kiss me once

And we'll be safe

3) Now i'm dying day by day

Living without you

I cant stand this painful feeling

Praying just for you

I have bleeding heart in chest

I cant stand this sound

When i recall how

You hit the ground

Just hold me close

And dont feel the shame

Its just one touch

We can play again

Just kiss me once

And we'll ve safe

Whats wrong? Why my poem looks.like msg instead of poem??,plz help

I'm not quite sure why Octopus how are you entering them?

Like always...with "enter",but obviously it doesnt work :/

Octopus, you may want to write your content on a Word document first and do copy/paste. That works for me.

I still hear your beating heart

And i love this sound

I remember your face

And i really know I can feel your breath

And i touch your eyes I cant let you too pas

But you're gonna die Tonight

Tonight Just hold me close

And dont feel the shame

Its just one touch

We can play again

Just kiss me once

And we'll be safe

By: Octopus

There you go Octopus :)

Mrs.Grumpy And Her Cats

When i was eight ,
There lived across our gate...
A grumpy old woman , who had seven cats...
Her pretty little felines , as black as bats.
Age had caught up with our lady and so did loneliness...
Her house and her eyes , had a strange eeriness..
On warm , lazy noon's , on her rocking chair
She used to contemplate , with her flowing white hair ,
Of life passed by , of death approaching...
Whilst her cats crawled up to her , lolling and scratching..
The marks on Mrs. grumpy , spoke of a tortured tale...
Her husbands wrath...over times scale...
Her grumpiness after all wasn't without a reason...
For her man had turned out to be - a high treason...
Drinks and cards were the usual frame ,
The belt then transpired on our dame...
And now after all those tears , and all those screams..
Mrs. Grumpy left alone in the streams...
Life had her way and when death made her his own...
Her soul bereft of her tortured bone.
The cats , they never left her side...
And a grumpy ghost now visits them on rainy nights..
With a bowl of milk and her tortured eyes...
Poor Mrs. grumpy still grumpy even in afterlife...

By - Tanuj

Oh my poor heart that was so beautiful

thank you :)

I thought I would share this with you guys because its such a beautiful poem!

The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

That's so nice!!

Thanks for sharing, it's such a meaningful beautiful poem

Skin and Flesh

by: Slayter Almighty (free verse)

Lines in layers
to protect the soul
thick or thin
covered in speckles, spots and scars
enveloping the bones and heart
some smooth, and some fuzzy
some dark and some peachy
but we all have it
it unites us all

♡

The 7 Cups Of Tea by Lu Tong :)

The first bowl moistens my lips and throat;

The second bowl breaks my loneliness;

The third bowl searches my barren entrails but to find

Therein some five thousand scrolls;

The fourth bowl raises a slight perspiration

And all life's inequities pass out through my pores;

The fifth bowl purifies my flesh and bones;

The sixth bowl calls me to the immortals.

The seventh bowl could not be drunk,

only the breath of the cool wind raises in my sleeves.

Where is Penglai Island, Yuchuanzi wishes to ride on this sweet breeze and go back.

grey clouds cover the sky

a cold wind rises above

the first flight of spring

-Hanadokikira

Dear@hanadokikira, What alovelypoem. Spare,evocative, leaving the reader with a sense of the potential for first flights in spring.

MOONLIT MEMOIRS

- byTanuj Rohatgi

Sometimes when the sun goes down ,
And the moonlight starts to beam..
Frails of white , they enter my room..
Dancing with the darkness , they form a silhouette...
The shadows they form , it gives me solitude...
A moment of silence , a moment of peace ,
A few moments reminisced.....
Your eyes , how safe they felt....
And your lips , seems like a thousand angels with bated breath....
All I could ever do was to stare hapless...
So much was left to be said...
My eyes screamed what my lips feared to say....
A story unfinished is what you left....
And a few moments to reminisce , that is all I am left....

@Tanug, wonderful images of the moonlight,silhouettes, and dancing shadows in the dark room. The solitude is felt!

I walk down a straight trail, A moonlit path with no twists or turns, And I find myself lost, with a soul that yearns, For someone to hear my silent song. A soundless symphony played by my heart. Which is now, Long Gone. *I know its terrible I'm sorry 😬

No it's great!

Short and sweet!!

Nice!!

Untitled (Topic involved: Depression)
Remember,

when time was simple,
the sun floated into the morning
and lasted an infinite trail across the sky?

Days grew shorter,
Leaves turned orange,
outlines of muddy shoes marked the trees,
those were our trees.

Forever forward the night,
winters came with rain
but sometimes there was snow
and we lay there together freezing cold.

Hands by the fire,
there we rested-
the smell of warm cider in the air-
on the thought that spring was almost here.

Never did it disappoint,
flowers brushed from trees performing in the air,
for hours we could sit admiring the colors,
the warmth of the sun tickling our soft skin.

Remember the time
where the worst thing that could happen in a day
was getting sand in our shoes?

Oh the promises we made when summer came,
never to leave, to grow as tall as trees
weaving away hope into our future,
as fragile as glass.

Vowing to be strong,
even when things became difficult.

so tell me,

were we strong,
to hide instead of going to school,
to live in constant fear
we might be scarred beyond repair?

There we held each other
after losing our composure,
bleeding away lost tears,
praying for something to end us.

Nobody came,
what was there for you and I to do
but grasp onto fleeting dream
formulated so long ago?

You once reminded me
of the broken-winged dove,
frantically searching for a breeze
where there existed none.

Time will kill us
but the media devours us,
that's how we lose in life,
that's where we really die.

I saw you fall for the last time,
I watched them dispose you to the earth,
forgotten.

Don?t you remember my dear,
when we promised never to forget?

Your cage door has opened
you can fly now,
because only nothing is truly weightless.

Walking along a road I thought was straight
I closed my eyes and put one foot in front of the other
I kept waking for days and months and years
And when I opened my eyes I found myself lost
There was no sun warming my skin
No footsteps trailing in the sand next to mine
I stumbled along the dark path and kept walking blindly
Eventually I was forced off the path
I was scared at first but then found a narrow twisting lane
Where mellow sunlight filtered through the branches of trees
On that narrow path I heard the chirpy laughter of birds answering my hello
Along the way came a frolicking puppy to keep me company
The years I walked seemed but like a few moments
Such was the joy in the beauty around me when I chose to open my eyes to existence of a different path
I don't know the destination to which this twisting path leads
I care not where it will take me
As long as there's the comfort of companionship and beauty around me to soothe my sight
I'll enjoy the here and now of this journey...

I love it ! Great job!!!

Hello. I noticed that you have a reeaaallly long thread here and lol, I actually reactivated my account for this! Hahaha. I do have a proposal to make, actually. Would you want to me to make you a separate Forum Category? I want each and every literary piece to be recognized individually, actually. That's pretty much the idea behind the Literary Club.

What I thought of is making a new Category and I'll post each of the poems posted here tothere manually. What do you think? :)

Um sure as long as everyone else here is ok with it and you post the instructions and stuff, if I knew how to do it myself I would have in the first place

I'll make you guys a category then! :) And wow on the fast response.

Lol thanks , also if you could please post all my poetry on the new forum you would be my favorite person

Lots of luck, it sounds like a great idea

That is a good idea @Phanvan :)

I wanted to talk about this, but I haven't been super active here so I had messaged Olivia about it yesterday. I feel bad; I should have noticed this earlier.

Also, the poems are supposed to be related to our struggles,things we go through in life, or related to the site, right? But a lot of the poems posted here don't have that theme.

Hello, Grace.I believe I would have to change that rule because it sort of makes more sense to let people send whatever they want to for the sake of literary freedom, I suppose. Though I really want the 7 Cups of Tea relatedtheme, to be honest. But well, I would feel extremely bad if I have to take down whatever people wrote. So, might as well bend the rule. Lol.

Demon in side

Follow

river reflections
reveal wrinkles
that show how aged
you have truly become

follow the ripples
and let them show you
the way towards
youthful exuberance

I like this b/c I take it as, yes you may be getting old, but the way you live your life; negative or positive; can make you look older than you really are. Enjoy life?

WARNING: TOPIC IS ABOUT SELF-HARM
by: Andrea50(member)

There are those marks on my skin. The ones that that never leave. The ones all on my arm. The ones still healing on my leg. The quick decision of a swipe very painful. Past still haunts me for some reason. Every time I look at the marks I look at the shiny steel. Such an appeal. Oh my god it's real. When's it gonna heal? Is this actually surreal? Why am I saying it's unreal? Broken heart, broken skin. Coping in , dwelling in. The pain of a scar. The pain of a swipe. Pain pain pain. Stress stress stress. Swipe swipe swipe. Tears tears tears. Down my face....​

@Andrea50 - I loved this poem so much! Gotmore? :D

Sometimes I can't believe I write stuff like this.

Oh yay, poetry club ^.^