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!!
Welcome
To the show
I?ve got a voice
You already know
And a face
That?s made for radio
I see you standing over there
Waiting anxiously with a notebook full of insults
I already know
Right there
Is the trash bin
So let ?em go
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show
We locked the doors
You?re hostages
Got nowhere to go
Two hours torture
They call this stand-up
But we don?t want to sit down
Voices from the back
Want to tear up the clown
I?m not trying to be funny
But you?re the dummy
For feeding me your money
So sit down, just relax
Shut your mouth, I?m teaching class
It was one of those nights, When everything I said turned into a fight, And I resolved to stop speaking because I didn't want to keep arguing, But my brother did and so his target was me, So no matter what I did it just wasn't right, And everything about me morphed into another reason to fight. And I knew I was inadequate because I could feel it deep inside. But that wasn't your fault brother, it was mine. It was one of those nights, You see I'd been down for a while and my chest felt all wrong. And there was some kind of pain welling inside my heart. If my mum could interject she'd tell me to take my inhailer. But I knew what it was like to be short of breath, Born with lungs that don't work, I knew That this pain was different I'd grown used to it over the years. See this pain wasn't asthma. It was self hatred clawing it's way out. It was one of those nights They turned on the tv, so we could all sit in silence and stare, But I asked them to change the chanel Because on some show they used throwing up as a gag, And it was making the start of a panic attack, Yes I know it's irrational, but all phobias are. But when I said this my brother his face turned sour, And I grew angry at myself for speaking, I had just been trying to avoid a panic attack. It was one of those nights. Where I curled up in the corner and put my headphones on, They wanted to watch comedy, I put on my spoken word poetry, I wasn't trying to block them out I swear, I just wanted to draw comfort from the stories that other voices shared, And my brother asked me 'what's up with you, why don't you just go upstairs? ' I shrugged and didn
Tell me that you will open you eyes
tell me everything is alright
tell me she was nothing
tell me she's a faze
tell me your my only
show me i'm not crazy
look at me
do you see
remember everything we used to be
but wait that's still not enough
now all i have to give is me
guess it was never meant to be
tell me the truth
tell me how you feel
tell me anything you want
tell me something real
don't worry binx 3 years was no big deal
Tell me that you will open you eyes
tell me everything is alright
tell me she was nothing
tell me she's a faze
tell me your my only
show me i'm not crazy
look at me
do you see
remember everything we used to be
but wait that's still not enough
now all i have to give is me
guess it was never meant to be
tell me the truth
tell me how you feel
tell me anything you want
tell me something real
don't worry binx 3 years was no big deal
Hello @brightCircle6575, interestingpoem. I liked the repetition of Tell me and the spare economy of the languageup until the last line. I also noticed the use of rhyme. I'm not usually a fan of contemporary poetry that rhymes, but this worked for me! Thanks for sharing it.
The Journey
by Olivia
Sleepless nights spent
worrying without anyone knowing.
Down-beat days spent
hiding behind a mask.
Dark nights spent
wondering about what might happen.
Sad days spent
shielding myselffrom others.
Sleepless nights spent
worrying and crying and keeping it all inside.
Sunny days spent
lying to everyone, saying "I'm fine".
Starry nights spent
searching for help and yearning for it.
Brighter days spent
Pulling through and taking the shields off.
Darker nights spent
dreaming about the happy parts.
Wonderful days spent
perfecting the imperfections.
Dear @Monarda /Olivia, I enjoyed reading this poem. I especially liked the rhythm created by the repetition (and alternation) of "nights" and "days" preceded by the two-syllable adjectives. And the alternating lines starting with present participles contributes beautifullyto this rhythm.
I also found the lines about down-beat days and starry nights of yearning to be particularly touching.Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much, @Annie! That made me smile :)
This is wonderful! I love the way this is written. I can so relate to your writing. I hope to see more From you!
Thanks, I really appreciate that! I'm working on writing more poems right now
I really like this poem. Its filled with feelings.
Thanks :) I wrote it to cheer myself up when I was near crisis. I wrote it because I needed to remind myself that recovery is possible
When is now.
Is it forever?
It is not.
How old am i?
You are now 19
You think growing older means that you will not be remembered?
I hope not
Let's go in deeper to find which one of us is really the one
Who is it that you need?
I am looking for you indeed.
Why are you coming to this place?
Because i lost my pace.
Goodbye for now.
Dear @GentleKiteFly, thank you for sharinjg your poem. I found the opening two lines to be ouitstanding! The question appears nonsensical, almostoxymoronic -- which gives the question its power, I think.
Beauty, I never thought I had Confidence, I never thought I get. Butterflies, I never thought I catch but, you I never thought I lose.
Living in a cemetry
With tombs of positivity
Winter passes but I still feel cold
For misery has strangled my soul
Wait for love, people said
Never too late to ever get laid
People say but they don't know
That I've waited till summer's snow
Be yourself, remove that mask
Or you'll be tired from dawn to dusk
But I'm a puzzle that can't fit in
Being myself is like the greatest sin
A banshee knocks on my door
Desperately waiting till I say no more
Darkness flowed into my soul
Is life really such a big black hole?
Dear @alacatron567, Thank you for sharing your poem. For me, these two lines stood out:
. . . tombs of positivity,/ Winter passes but I still feel cold.
I enjoy the complexity of the metaphor followed by the starkness of the simple language in the next line. And I lovedthe oxymoron of summer's snow. 
This city, these lights. The moon that shines so bright. The stars at night and the birds that take flight. The sudden jump in my heart when I hear your name knowing it never be the same. The little details that I find outside that bring me alive they all point in one direction... You.
Lost By: Dee dee I'm lost in a spectrum No where to go just wandering Hoping someone can guide you You start from the middle and, Slide back a fourth until You feel where you belong Hopefully somewhere along the spectrum You find the ONE and where you are Most comfortable. (Sorry it doesn't rhyme , but hopefully people can connect to it.)
Dear @optimisticVillage7708, I enjoyed the concept of this poem, the idea of a human being lost on aspectrum, and sliding backand forth. Very interesting.
@Annie thank you very much. I was trying to make the spectrum any thing you can imagine, like good or bad , sexuality etc. Thank you for your comment.