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!!
Heres a poem I created awhile ago. Its not very good but I wanted to share it.
Mirror
A mirror in your hand
Beautiful, intricate, perfect
Reflected is the same
You look in and see yourself
Your bright eyes, smile, smooth hair
Everything so perfect
You look everyday and find faults
Your sad eyes, flat mouth, messy hair
Your mirror starts to crack
Everyday the crack grows bigger
Your cracked eyes, mouth, hair
The crack takes over the mirror
Shattered, broken, fractured
A mirror cracked beyond repair
When you look in you are not whole
EMPTY
She wakes up empty,
Yet, full of so much guilt.
Longing for a life of joy,
And praying for a heart thats filled.
Almost seven years shes waited,
For the blessing of two pink lines.
Still, she keeps on waiting,
As she feels the sadness welling up inside.
The tears roll swiftly down her cheeks,
Landing on the floor.
She reaches for her husband,
Wishing she could give him more.
Yearning for a family,
That doesnt seem to come.
Yet, she keeps on praying,
To the Lord above.
But, the pleading goes unanswered,
And she hangs her head in dismay.
Her broken body crumbles to the floor,
Never thinking life would be this way.
Surrounded by her tears,
And a pile of shattered dreams,
She lies there hoping the day will dawn,
When shell see a heartbeat on the screen.
The love she has is endless,
For the child she hopes comes soon.
Yet, she wakes up empty,
Her head, her heart, her womb.
(C) MARCH 2019 - CT
i have tried to say the name of what you took from me.
there are terms, i know, legal ones and vulgar ones and ones so caked in ideology they give even ME a headache.
but what word could really say -
you carved my body into the shape of your palms until it was something i don't recognize and
you burned my hands so bad that when i touch myself it feels like you again and
you named me flower and now i don't bloom anymore and
i know that this is just the way you like me
Even a cactus needs water
Even darkness needs light
Even hate needs love
Even the strongest need help
Without water all die
Without light happiness can never be found
Without love nobody could survive
even a cactus needs water
@compassionateYard7526 oh, if i had all the money in the world I would give you for for this pieam but a you moving my heart like that only true poets can do and for that there is is no money, just gratitude and a simple, humble "thank you"...many of us wished were word and soul smiths like you...that's why we are are all different so you can excell in what you do...in art world we say "Bravo!"
@XiphoFish Thanks, I didn't even think it was that good but that's why I like sharing my writting sometimes because it helps me gain confidence. Really I just write because it helps me get some of the thoughts that cloud my head out and it clears up some space. But if my writting is enjoyed by others that just makes it even better.
@compassionateYard7526 yes, it moves souls...some of us forgot how to express our feelings in verse or words, we take solace in our defeat in what others whisper gently to us...
Goodnight,
Show me your night,
Tell me how the trees age.
You fly so searching,
knowing
the taste of bitter.
Nothing screams of forever.
Keep your breath for me,
my eyes now see space
rebounding.
Remember the songs,
the sun, a river,
your wide open spaces
in layered harmonies.
Good night.
@Elephantintheroom5
What a lovely poem
@lazyKatz thank you 
@lazyKatz indeed..
I don't know what I want to do
yet there's no place I'd rather be
wishing loved ones who were gone too soon
were still here with me.
There's no pain greater than the loss of a friend
during our time here we were friends 'till the end.
I just can't get back up on my feet
with my head held high
I just can't see you as just a memory
you will always be a part of my life.
I can laugh, I can play
with my friends any day
though good times never last
and the pain just won't go away.
I can hold a smile
only for a while
I am not that strong
I'm still just a child.
I can not let go
there's just no moving on
I have not been home for so long
all this time I've felt all alone
since you've been gone... Dad
@Inuk just my story, awesome poem!
Vibrant crystals of white snow,
Waltzing in the wake of the chilly breeze,
Fluttering back and forth, right and left,
Towards the reaching hands of a lone cherry tree
The cherry tree, a soldier in a worn, barren land,
A survivor of the most fearsome winds,
The most daunting rains, the most playful children,
But its soul lingers
At the hands of the worst of winter.
Branches lie naked, trunk sits stiff,
Roots rest hungry, leaves remain absent.
But
In a shower of snowflakes,
The cherry tree regains its beauty.
The snow adorns the tip
Of the slender, wooden arms
With twinkling lights
And sprinkles the gnarled fingers
With icy confetti.
The chilly wind crowned its head
With a glittery veil
And the snow blankets the lonely roots
And embraces them in a cool, friendly kiss.
At sunset
Each snowflake reflects the soothing light
Of the sun,
Basking the cherry tree in a golden glow,
Comforting the cherry tree,
And making it beautiful.
@StanDaMan78
This is beautiful you're so good at poetry
Swirling vortex of indecision,
Sagging eyes and incoherent thought.
Everything blends together,
No one knows what it was that was sought.
Something missing from the daily grind,
Something missing from the mind.
The gears are turning,
No time to slow—
Hurry up! Come on, lets go!
Motivation drained away
Nothing left but an empty shell.
An assembly line of chaotic thought
These things missing cannot be bought.
How to replenish? Restore? Stock up?
No one knows—
Well, maybe they do, but
Theyre trapped in their own minds
Hidden behind walls built to protect
But whose purpose changed to isolate.
Share your thoughts, speak your mind, let others hear of your pain.
The choice made instead is to lock up, shut down,
Put on a fake smile.
You dont know me, and now Ive made the choice that you never will.
Hide it all behind a mask, so others cant see your pain.
This poem is very personal and dear to me.
Wear your favorite dress
Grin your warmest smile
Get rid of all your stress
And Put your hand in mine.
Share with me some pretty moments
Dear love, make the most of time.
Tell me the tales you've never voiced
Sing me the songs you once enjoyed.
Leave no precious thought unvoiced
I want your darkness to be destroyed.
Share with me those bittersweet memories
Dear Love, make the most of time.
When expressing things becomes hard
Your peaceful silence, so serene!
I'm just going to love you in my arms
Shower you with hugs and kisses evergreen.
Share with me those platonic joys
Dear love, make the most of time.
Our time is limited, the clock ticking by
Give me one reason you're leaving forever
Tell me if death is all that makes you smile
Let me convince you we deserve forever.
Share with me your darkness
Dear love, make the most of time.
How can I let you leave me in this wicked abyss?
How can I love you and leave you to die?
We cannot make the most of time,
Dear love.
We cannot make the most of time.
If death is all that makes you smile,
Dear love, sing me to slumber.
Lull me your lullaby with your smiling lips.
Kiss me goodbye when I'm asleep.
Kiss me goodbye when I'm asleep.
@NotFrostButAPoet This speaks so deeply to me. I love it. Thank you for sharing!
I know. I know I'm writing you messages you'll never see. But I can't let you try and take the hurt from me it will just give you the control that you desire to have. I have to build me to get me back. Tears roll hot and heavy. Relentlessly pulling me into the black. I memorize your face, for if I watch you long enough, maybe you'll catch my gaze. Maybe you'll be able to read the love and worry in my expression. My love never stopped even in the chaos of our tension. I did my best to be your everything. But in doing so, I lost all of me. Because I gave it all to you, to keep safe and protect. I gave so much, that I had nothing left. People aren't toys meant to be manipulated to your liking. You were my king, I thought I was your queen. As soon as you lost control, you changed the rules. Only was it then, that I began to realize that I was being the fool. I literally ripped myself apart and put myself together to conform to what you wanted. But that wasn't me, and that's not love. Pain *is not* a necessity of love. You don't have to manipulate to try and take only the pieces you want. Are you that insecure that you could never feel my genuine love? Are you that narcissistic that you truly can't control yourself? Or is causing pain to someone else to lessen your own too great of a high? And then when you're done, discarding me like you did the rest, you'll blame me for the mess you left behind. You'll tell them I was weak. You'll tell them I was insane. You'll tell them, "It wasn't me, she's to blame". Even with the blood all over you, clearly showing the wounds you inflicted on me. It's so much easier to deny all the evidence, when someone else is left to bleed. But you see love, I still have the control. Because even as much as I want to message you, I won't let you see me fall. I need you to watch me thrive, so that way you know, you can no longer control my life. Maybe you'll see me in a new light. Maybe you'll tell me you love me. But we've been down this road before. And I am no longer a game, only being rewarded when YOU score.