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!!
Ghost
I thought I saw a ghost last night
Flicker out like candle light
Then softly glow behind a tree
And reaching out, it beckoned me.
I felt a tugging at my heart
And soon my world came apart
Like spider webs on rainy days
And tattered clouds o'er windy bays.
And as I watched the eerie glow
I thought of things I used to know
Like friends once close that now have gone
Or words to ancient, nameless songs.
But when I tried to walk that way
The light grew dim and could not stay
Attached to common earthly things,
And flew away on angel wings.
Written on Oct 31, 1994
@Offmytrack Or words to the ancient, nameless song 
My mind is lingering over and over again around that line. And seems like you have written it quite a long ago. I am glad u kept it safe and we got to read it 
@Pureriver55 Yeah, I haven't been able to write poetry or song lyrics since my wife passed in 2010, I am very good about keeping things like that available. Thank you for your kind words.
The Name of the Muse
I chatted with my muse today
She's quite upset, with much to say.
"You always ask for songs of love;
The earth below, the skies above.
You ask for songs of sailing ships
And villains vile, and lovers lips.
You ask for tales of Yukon gold
And people freezing in the cold
And stories set in tropic isles
With gentle natives beaming smiles
You ask for paintings of beauty rare
With ruby lips and auburn hair
Or quiet glades with autumn trees
And butterflies and bumblebees
And I have given every one
But rare the thanks when I am done
Your name goes on, but never mine
And you all think that this is fine.
But this is not my preference
I don't always make such sense
I'd rather that my damsels fair
Were caught at henna-ing their hair.
I much prefer to tell a joke
That makes the proper people choke
A ribald song, perhaps quite smutty
Or silly verse, completely nutty
An Escher house, with floors on high
And fishies swimming in the sky
And make up tunes that make you laugh
While other people think you daft
That is what I'd rather do
Than to tell you how much she loves you
I'm much more fond of the trivial
My name, you see, is Doggerel.
@Offmytrack, This is SO clever and witty! Well done ❤️
@Annie Thank you so much. I love to write poetry, wish I could write more.
@Offmytrack maybe you should write more. You could put together a compilation of your best works, or by subject matter... You are quite talented from the work i read.
Ghost
I thought I saw a ghost last night
Flicker out like candle light
Then softly glow behind a tree
And reaching out, it beckoned me.
I felt a tugging at my heart
And soon my world came apart
Like spider webs on rainy days
And tattered clouds o'er windy bays.
And as I watched the eerie glow
I thought of things I used to know
Like friends once close that now have gone
Or words to ancient, nameless songs.
But when I tried to walk that way
The light grew dim and could not stay
Attached to common earthly things,
And flew away on angel wings.
Sunshine
by Nyaga Roxas
[Trigger warning: suicide mentioned]
It's night,
I'm up, on a building:
I'm about
to jump, then fall down.
They think
that I am just kidding,
but I think
"Who would save me now?".
Like an angel,
she stopped and brought me down.
She said: "Hey,
what did you want to do?
You're special,
but you still don't know how:
I can't imagine
how the world would be without you!".
She believed in me, she told me I was special.
In the dark of the night, suddenly I found...
A little bit of sunshine,
even when it's dark around me.
A little bit of sunshine,
Even when I cry, hopelessly.
When it's dark,
and the night is surrounding you,
when there's no
sun to light up your day,
when you think
nothing's gonna save you,
hear me,
I know you'll find your way!
Now I believe in me, now I know that I am special.
In the dark of the night I know that I will find...
A little bit of sunshine,
even when it's dark around me.
A little bit of sunshine,
even when I cry, hopelessly.
Behind every cloud there is always the sun,
never lose your hope, even you think you're done...
Now I believe in me, now I know how I am special.
In the dark of the night I know that I will find...
A little bit of sunshine,
even when it's dark around me.
A little bit of sunshine,
even when I cry, hopelessly.
Dear @nyagaroxas,
I love this
☀️
@Annie thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
I had never seen her in my entire life
Yet I knew her for sure
We stared at each other
Her eyes talked to me in a language I didnt know
Yet I fully understood
And she told me she knew me too
We told each other all our secrets
And poured our hearts out
She missed me as much as I missed her
And she looked away
Ending that second
Of complicity
@mercurialcreature, youve described so exactly the connection that happens sometimes ....
The ending is enigmatic, yes. But I believe that, even when the connection doesnt last forever, it still has much value. ❤️
If friends were life, I'd already be dead;
If friends were blood, I'd never be red!
If friends were fields, I'd be barren land,
If friends were sea, I'd see just sand!
If friends were warmth, I'd be frozen!
If friends were bright, my world would darken!
If friends were stars, I'd be a pebble;
If friends were omnipotent, would I ever be able?
If only friends were some air, I'd be limitless sky.
If only friends were a pair of wings, I'd be able to fly.
Yes...I would.
I wrote this a while back.
@NotFrostButAPoet
Thank you for sharing your poem. I especially like how the repetition creates a rhythmic flow to the words.
The literary term for the use of opposites and contrasts to create interest and emphasis is, I think, called antithesis.
But regardless of terminology, I like the use of contrasts in this poem. 😊
Kind of silly, but I like it.
Wishful Thinking
Don't you think it would be grand
To own a little plot of land
And thereupon to build a home
With gardens in the sandy loam
And lots of trees, and good sharp axes
And someone else to pay the taxes!
@Offmytrack, it
@Annie Thank you, it always makes me happy when someone reads my poetry and comments on it. You are very kind.
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My favorite of all my bits of poetry.
A Dragon
@Offmytrack
This was really cool and interesting to read. I really like the structure and what you've done with the three parts. Thank you for sharing :) ❤️
@peppermintlove Thank you so much for your kind words. There is nothing a poet appreciates more than a person who like the poetry.
what to share
shall I more
they say you are
like poetry
wind is blowing
sun is shining
oh mine
it feels fine
seem soon salvasion
left of toxication
@conscientiousPineapple1782
I really like this ❤️ I think it's especially pretty
