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!!
I never wrote about self-love but one day a member complained about something and it inspired me so here you go :D -------- Let the arms hold your sorrows -- and the chest, your sobs like -- shattered glass.-- Let the shoulder embrace your tears -- and the kisses atop your forehead -- steal your paleness. -- Hold you head up and embrace,--
for, you are no less than the -- tremendous magnitude of strength -- and courage of an empire and the -- brilliance and magic of the rising sun. -- Now, blow the dust atop your heart -- of the broken past and RISE.
Love this. Beautiful work. 
(Fyi, people reading the poems on a smart phone have a very difficult time when the text is large and bold.)
@Annie Awww thanks babe 
And I'm so so sorry like i legit only wanted to make the word RISE big and instead got the whole post in the large writing, but i never write things THAT large <3
@OQuinn, of course. I should have realized that.
I do love how the energy rises up and bursts out. Nice work!!
@Annie thanks for understanding ! But what about you ? Do you write ?? x
@OQuinn, I'm enjoying your work. Thank you for sharing it.
Yes, I write. For years, I earned my living as a writer, but it was technical writing. But I do love poetry. When I was a little girl, my father would read all kinds of poetry to me, and it was clear he loved it -- Robert Frost, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Shakespeare, Keats. AndWordsworth: The world is too much with us -- late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers, Little we see in nature that is ours.We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon.At least that's what I remember . . . it's been a long time.
Like many kids, I first wrote poetry as part of a school assignment.It was haiku in 4th grade. Mine were gruesome, but I still remember. (Sample: Death stalks stealthily/ Shrouded in deep mystery/ Reaching out his hand . . . /) Ha!
Then my father died suddenly when I was a senior in college, and I poured out my sorrow in poetry. Death was no longer a poetically grim spectre. Anyway, the university literary magazine published the poems, and the illustrator chose one for a full-page drawing. It meant a lot. I still have a copy . . . .
Nothing published since then, except a few book reviews for Readerville magazine. And loadsof technical stuff all over the internetformy job!
"This is Me"
Shyly aware
Somewhere about
Here I am
I go by Angel
Sometimes by Death
And when it's to much
I go by the name Crystal
My other worlds of thought
They know only the little things
I believe I am one of three people
One of depression
The other of anger
And the third is just a child
@Furiousangel, good poem. I am especially drawn to the last four lines. Thank you for sharing your work.
Dear @furiousangel, I just realized one of the reasons I love those last four lines. The meter, the metrical pattern!
In the first of these lines, we have strong anapestic meter (~~/as in the words understand, contradict, in the blink of an eye).
I believe I am one of three people ~~/ ~~/ ~~/ ~
Then there are two lines of dactylic (/~~ as in the words carefully merrily).
One of depression,The other of anger /~~ /~~ /~~ /~
Then back to anapestic and a shift to two-syllable iambic inthe final line
And the third is just a child ~~/ ~/ ~/
The metric patternhas the effect of giving punch to the last four words, is just a child. I also find thatthe repetition of "one of" gives emphasis and rhythm.
Although the words and structureare simple, thepatternsgivepower. The abrupt change at the end--both metrically and breaking out of the repetition of one of-- ismarvelous.
Thank you. I honestly didn't even know I did that. I just write and let the words fall together on their own.
@FuriousAngel, that's what good writers do!They love language andhave a natural ear for the music and rhythms of language.
Leave Whenever Her body is scarred all the time From things that never happened Nobody can ever know or see The bruises she will never reveal "Kill me already!" She cried to God ever night But nothing would change The Lord won't help now Where are her parents? Where are her friends? Gone. All gone, gone, gone. Whether they're really ead or jot We'll never know For I'm simply rewriting What she once wrote Her blood imprinted the envelope Her tears crippled the letter Her handwriting filled the pages That she write to me Her suicide note said, "We'll all leave eventually So why not leave whenever?" Why not leave whenever? Why not?
Be brave
Shine bright
and if you are feeling
bad tonight
speak to me
all night long
and nothing you say will be wrong
Dear @ILoveBubbleGum49, this is absolutely wonderful. I wish all the listeners would read this.It encapsulates what we do. Simple and touching,Bravo!
Secrets to keep
Never keep up
Stories to tell
Never tell well
Love to hold
Left in the cold
but you still have me
the true heart of gold.
I was there
Now I'm gone
What to think
No one knows
growing worried
Kicked to the dust
Fragile, now tough
I was found
and now is lost
only to be found again
Standing strong
Being brave
Venture to new lands
a new life
This is beautiful.
Rain
Softly beating down
On the surface of the roof
Like my tears
On the surface of the book
Sun
Shining happy rays
On the bright green grass
Like my smile
On the new and old of my friends
Hail
Pounding, loudly
On the concrete
Like my anger
Pounding down on the world
Me
A rollercoaster of craziness
On a summer day
Like life
The ups and downs
Dear @Ilovebubblegum49,
I enjoyed this poem somuch! Wonderful.
Thanks!
Against you : by Optimisticvillage Laying down wondering Beating your self about all the things You told one person preciously. Held hostage to hostility of words Wrapping around you and dream. Dream of massive waves crash at your Very face and you think of the very day When all being used against you For the satisfaction for anothers "Fame". I waiting for they day that person will be Put to shame. For a crime against morality , karama is here I... Just... Can't...wait.
"Fireflies"
The moon shines bright,
As the stars peek out from the
sky.
The sky is dark,
As the flying lights start to
shine.
As the fireflies peek from their
homes,
The sun is hiding away,
Fireflies.
Fire,
flies.
Fire,
fly.
Well Thanks for the wild ride I'm just not your thing. You're dissatisfied Left me bleeding on the side of the road. Oh no Promises you made filled with the lies you told It's never gonna be the same Now I found out who you are Left me bound and gagged Still living with all these scars Forever didn't mean a thinG Was I just misled? Another casuality Drowned in these tears I shed. I said Give me your heart so I can stop crying As I ache inside Im slowly dieng (can't breathe) It'll be okay (but I need) I can learn to live with All your mistakes (Your heart) Pain. That's what I feel. You left me here alone. And the hurt is real Because I'm suffocating on my own, Oh no Promises you made filled with the lies you told It's never gonna be the same Now I found out who you are Left me bound and gagged Still living with all these scars Forever didn't mean a thinG Was I just misled? Another casuality Drowned in these tears I shed. I said Give me your heart so I can stop crying As I ache inside Im slowly dieng (can't breathe) It'll be okay (but I need) I can learn to live with All your mistakes. (Your heart) This was actually a song I wrote a long time ago but I think it works as poetry too
Okay I put paragraphs but it didn't include them for some reason.
@smilewhenitrains87, as I read this poem, it got better and better, with more sophisticated style/approach. Iespecially love the parenthetical phrases--that just knocked me out.
You're really sweet Thank you. I wrote that after a breakup drove me to attempt suicide. But don't worry. That was over 5 years ago. I got help and I'm okay now. It took a long time for me to realize I don't need anyone to feel whole. happiness has to come from within yourself.
Dear@smilewhenitrains87, that is an amazing story. When I hear someone tell about the journey from despair to happiness, it iswonderfully heartwarming and inspiring. I am so impressed. Congratulations.
I am wondering. If you are willing to share it, I would be interested to know. Did the process of writing the poem help you cope with the pain?
The intensity of the emotions plainly helped you write a powerful poem. But did the process of pouring the emotions into print help you survive the pain of the breakup?
I don't really want to share it was a really long time ago and I don't want to go back to that place. But Thank you
Dear @SmileWhenItRains87, I respect your decision absolutely. Manytimes it is preferable to let things lie quietly and not rake them up unnecessarily. 
Again I appreciate that you shared the poem. It's powerful.
