OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Brilliant idea, @KnighTerRain. Music--of course! This poem would make such a GREAT song.

@HannahCoffee98

Thank you ! Yes I have heard of Mumford and sons I'll try it :)

Everyday Lies
by: Monarda

Well, because you asked- I'm fine.
I'm telling the truth, no need to
worry.

(Well, because you asked- I'm not fine.
I'm about to break, but please don't
worry.
Well, because you asked- I'm doing terribly.
I'm trying not to cry, but I'll be okay,
I think.)
To be honest, I'm not fine.
​But I'd never have the guts to say that.
So just trust me on this, please.
Just like everyone always has.

@Monarda, this makes me feel to the core. I adore this. <3

Thank you so much, @Cadence! I appreciate that :)

My cherry blossom

Is as beautiful as a sunrise

She intrigues me

With her simple

Elegance.

She is

My sky.

My cherry blossom

Is about to bloom.

She's at her peak of health

And beauty.

She is

My sun.

My cherry blossom

Has left too soon.

She was extraordinary

While she was here.

All that remains of her now

Is just a big

Mess.

She is

My moon.

God idk what happened when I posted it. Everytime there's a capital letter there's supposed to be a new line. After every "she is my" there's supposed to be a new stanza

Dear@brightBanana8483, I tried to follow your instructions on line breaks and stanzas. Sorry I haven't mastered single-spacing! Send me a message if I didn't get it right, and I'll fix it.

Love the poem, by the way!For me, the emphasis on cherry blossoms and the sun and moon -- evokes the qualities of beloved Japanese and Korean poems.

Compelling think

@KnighTerrAin, I love how you jumped in. Not just posting your own wonderful work, but alsoproviding thoughtful feedback to others. Verycool.

Reflection/noitcelfer

Why is it that I see,
This face stare back,
With haunting eyes at me?
Tears stained dry upon her cheek,
Always critical,
Adamant she's worthless and weak,
Unable to see the beauty so many tell her so,
Blind to the truths,
Hindered by her past, unable to let go,
Believing the lies she was once told,
Unsightly, unwanted,
No future to behold,
A person so hateful towards herself was clear,
Not realising the hurt,
She caused to those she held so dear
Standing on the edge of tomorrow,
Feeling bodily numb,
In fear that it would bring only more sorrow.
A heart of broken glass rests inside,
Pieced together by hope,
And by sheer pride,
Inflicting pain by her only weapon of choice,
Each wound deepened,
Scarred each time, by her own voice,
Bound by fear as if chained,
Shackled, defeated,
Feeling her confidence wain,
Yet once whilst she was young,
This child was abundant in innocence,
So eager to play out her days in the sun,
But those days are long since been,
Just the memories of youth,
When she was once so keen,
Altered by venomous tongues with all their wrath,
Can do so much,
When you seek out your chosen path,
Once so fearless in all she did,
Never to say die,
With all her ambitions to bid,
So why does my reflection show,
A woman so different,
To the one I used to know?

@Jessica797, This poem is filled withstrong images andmoments that will resonate with many of us at 7 Cups. It is sad that somany people will share the painful feelingsexpressed here so powerfully, but I think they will.

And that's one of the things that makes a good poem: universality of human experience, expressed compactly, vividly, powerfully. Evoking a response in the reader. Well done.

Thank you so much... Actually this is the first time anyone part from my mother, who has actually praised my work! I'm not usually one to write such sorrowful poetry, but that was the way I felt yesterday and so I wrote it down. It's nice for once to actually feel appreciated. Thank you again, it really does mean a lot to me.

Are there poets

interested in meeting,

forming a friendly

group, greeting

each other every week,

Could it be, that

You might seek

to discuss writing?

In a chat room, writers

could be sharing

their own poems while

others, gently caring,

could respond, never daring

to hurt the artist soul.

For there, the care for art

Would be second to the

Care for human hearts.

Hello! This is actually a real inquiry I wanted to post, and decided to put into verse because . . . well, you know.

Is there interest in having a group meeting in a 7 Cups chat room on a regular basis -- for members and listeners to present and discuss their original poetry?

If you're interested, please send me a message (click on my name below), or Reply below, addressed to @Annie.

Thank you!

P.S. This is just a prelim idea, and I'm not sure how it might fly. But lovely @snowybunny mentioned it might be a good thing, so I'm inquiring.

@Annie, I think it's a great idea! I'd love to participate in something like that.

The poetry is growing with you

I love it, Annie!!! Poetry and songwriting help me escape... A chat meeting would be lovely :)

@NewRomantic677, Yes, poetry and other writing can provide such a MARVELOUS release. It would definitely be lovely to chat sometime.

So far, there have been only 2 people who said they are in favor. But it could still be wonderful, so I'm keeping the idea alive for now.

I've learned that a significant issue would be that teen members/listeners cannot access the same chat rooms as adult members/listeners. And there are teens who would want to attend, as well as adults. Supporting 2 groups, one of each side of the site, might be possible some day.

For now, I guess we'll have to chat here in the Forum.

Nothing Good, Come Easy

The easy road is a hard one
A hard road, it ain't easy
A simple life is never simple
A calm wind is still breezy
A cloudy sky means no sunshine
A sunny day will cast a shadow
It's one of those days I'm losing my mind
You ask me why? The hell of I know
---I think that I think that I figured it out
It's surely a fail when you're without a doubt
And you promised to be there but you probably won't
Take my advice 'cause I probably don't.
Ahh the fingerprints on your mind
Will stand the test of time
Nothing good...come easy!

One verse and chorus

By Me

@lonelydeviantsoul, I really like this song. I wish I could hear it to music.

Enjoy the view, normal people don't get to see it from there No matter where you are on the ladder all the falling pieces have their own perspective

It never ceases to amaze me, the chances that are brought to life here, the odds that people meet, to help each other. From tough times this is a place for instant connections. And everyone here is just here for good

Sometimes you gotta fight the sea while holding the tide, push against the waves and overcome the current

Life is a rollercoaster riding a fine line drawn on the sand, how does it even stay there? Willpower The universe is composed of circles, they overlap yet we can still get stuck in one. Even when the atoms are just circles in molecules and they are just circles to cells, forming a membrane that eventually makes a circuit like our brain. And our brain circulated our blood from which we bleed our heart. The heart is the odd one out. All it does is beat the rhythm of life. Cycling around in,circles If you think about every living things, all those hearts beating to a brain. Even the trees begin to hum

It is alright but yet it is not.. is ok Sure it is not Is happy the truth is not.. What it is.. it is not.. Is not a lie when tried so hard of joy.. is not a lie when tried exhaust all ways.. If try so hard its still gone as the wind blew hard.. it is gone.. Is that a goodbye Rather becoming silent as night fall.. Sorry.. is the word too soft to be heard.. silence appear.. it is gone.. Maybe it is the last.. goodbye.. yet it is hope it is not..

@OnceLostButWillBeFound

This poem is interesting to me. The flow of the words seems to be smooth, then choppy, in an interesting way. I like the uncertainties expressed. Very cool.

TRIGGER WARNING. Self Harm.

Teach me to ensure faith in gratification, to breathea world in no pain. Teach me how to plausibly smile without going insane. This agony I endure is screaming at me I don't know where to turn.God relief me, please. I'm scared, I feel so alone.

Darkness is eloquently enclosing and I can finally hide, people's views and opinions are so distant from mine. Trying to neglect the way they've all mistreated me, a world so vindictive; we are not free to be you and me.

Words like metal breaking through my skin. Bloodshot eyes, justifications lost within. Battered and bruised, not sure where to begin.

I'm finished with it alright, I have to give in. Give in to the damage, give in to the dream. The dream where I perish, and I am decisively free. Your insults have extinguished me; this world has driven me insane. It's unfeelingly cold blooded and merciless, you are all the same.

This was permanantly my most intense fear. You couldn't comprehend; you all laugh inexpressively at me drowning in my tears.

My glacial face is burning, this blade is sharp. What happens next is that I'm left in the dark.

My shaking body lay out on the floor. Wrists crying and swollen, do you even want to hear more?

I apologise Dad, and I'm sorry Mum. I regret never expressing anything that I've done and what's gone wrong.

Hiding the bruises, the tears and the scars. Hiding the lingering detail, always wearing a mask.

This is what they had desired right? They'll be rid of me now, every one of you. Well I expect you'll finally be happy after everything you've put me through.

Separating from what most of you refer to as life. It's over now, I'm safe, It's alright.

I'm shining now, I can be myself. I'm not trapped in a world to be everyone else.

I'm with you, I am. I'm not leaving your side. I love you my baby, just look at the star filled sky.

See my smile?

See my face?

I'm happy now, gone without a trace.

@Marie38, this poem pulls at my heartstrings.

For my unrequited love, I make it just a few minutes ago and I feel like I want to share it here too instead just my blog :)

But I Don't

I could have fall in love with someone that have a handsome feature, someone that I know everyone would get jealous of. Someone that will melt any other girls heart or maybe someone who knows that he's handsome and confident enough with that fact.

I could have fall in love with someone who could text me all day, asking what I am doing, sweetly annoy me with those stupid little conversation. Someone that could make me feel like I'm worth of all the attention in this world.

I could have fall in love with someone who told me I'm beautiful everyday even when I'm having a bad hair day, using my too-large T-shirt. Someone who could make me feel like I'm the winner of American Next Top Model.

I could have fall in love with someone who would have given all his time to listen to me venting or simply ranting about my co-worker, sharing the stressful part of my day, and still think that I'm right. Someone who could make feel as if I'm Miss Always Right.

I could have fall in love with someone who thought I'm the Queen and worship my existence.

I could have....

But I don't....

Instead I fall in love with your voice,

I fall in love with your awkward kindness,

I fall in love with the way you straighten me up and tell me when I'm wrong (even when you annoy me with that),

I fall in love with every moment we share no matter how short it is,

I fall in love with your sudden actions that make me swoon,

I fall in love even when you don't make me your priorities,

I fall in love even when you don't feel the same way

I fall in love despite the hurt I felt.

People say I'm stupid and that I should move on.

Maybe I should

I could have fall in love with someone else

But I don't

By: Minyaa

@Minyaa, this poem is excellent,. I like the contrast between the person she could have fallen for, and the person she did fall for.

@BraveSpirit Thank you so much for liking it :D

Never Again

Tears are beyond recognition
Again she'd failed her mission
The fear of hatred burning
The words are constantly spurning
They spit and spurt like embers
The flame being all she can remember
The flower has begun to rot and wilt
The girl will always feel guilt.
The weeping of sorrow of the nightingale .
Its singing for the ship that will never again set sail.
Wrecked memoirs of angry flight in a storm.
The words the girl will never again be able to form.
For how can she think of them?
The numbers of the good are some.
The negative had drowned her in an impending doom.
The hell that will never end not even soon.
The selfishness and greed all betraying .
The kindness and the weak will not be for saving.
She will never again hold that shimmering smile.
Its light has gone leaving her alone for miles.
In the dark and shadows of this place.
She had surrendered her lighted space.
Engulfed in the fear she lost her battle.
The good will always be moved like cattle.
She will never again hold that alluring smile.
The evil that came to her to defile.
It lighted up the path for everyone.
She had lost her spark and there ends the fun.
The war was lost, no one else to fight.
That girl was once so bright.
The world had crushed her like an old Barbie doll.
The girl began to destroy her own wall.
Make up splattered grin, purple or red with sin.
The storm will always be utterly enraged.
But that girl will be the only one, to be saved.

@MeggieLove4all - I like the driving force of this poem. Nice job!!

Cut My Ties

By: Vance Craig

It all happened, the morning of February 11, 2015
I wrote a letter and left it for you to see
Boy was I scared as hell
When you came home later that night you ignored me, more then usual
It was awkward between us, then 3 days later
You finally tell me what you think
After what you told me I don't think I can ever look at you the same
Or even call you my mother……
I'll just cut all my ties from you
If you can't accept your own kid!
Did you really care if I was male or female before?
No, I bet you you didn't, so why does it matter now?
I tell you who I truly am, and ask for your acceptance
Then you look me dead in the eyes and basically say; you won't accept me, or allow me to get surgery. Nothing
So you're saying saying I can't be myself, what the hell
That I have to pretend to be someone else, someone I'm not
Well ---- you just because you're my mother, you won't stop me
Let me be who I am if you can accept someone else for their gender identity
Why is accepting your own kid any different
You say you care about me, but when I truly need you to care. You show that you don't give a ----
Do you really hate me that much, you make me want to die
Why do you think I hide from you when you're near
Avoiding you as much as possible
I am transgender, and I am a guy
Whether you like it or not
How stupid must you be to not realize it's not a phase
Being a girl was a phase
How long will it be until you can accept me 5 years 10years how long
Or is it you're afraid of letting others know who I am
Afraid they'll call you a bad parent for letting me be who I truly am
It's not like you tried to influence me to be transgender
Because I was born this way
Well then ignore them, don't talk to them
But think about this, for real. Don't just pretend to listen, like always
Would you really have a daughter who hates their family because. They're afraid
Or would you have a son who is finally happy his family will accept him, and you'll lose a few friends
I've lost many friends over the years for being me and telling them who I am
But you know what I just thought if they can't accept me then they were never real friends just scared -------
Who wants to be friends with someone like that????
Eventually I found new friends though they were nicer also
But more importantly they all accepted me 100%
Not once have they even mis-gendered me since I've told them
For that i can call them true friends friends I never want to lose
Because this awesome group of friends of mine
That I've made in the 7th grade and some from before
We're the first to ever use my correct name and pronouns
I don't know where I'd be today if I didn't have friends who accepted me
I might actually be dead, but that doesn't matter right now
Because I've made it this far already
Hopefully I can make it farther and someday I'll find out
But parents of mine, you have not made me feel worth it
You just make me feel like dying even more
So stop saying ------ about me being transgender
You've only made things worse
But of course you haven't realized this
So if you can't accept me
Well then I'll cut my family ties
For I dont want to be around people who can't accept me
So don't expect to ever see or hear from me again
Unless you have finally come to understanding
That I'm transgender, and not you or anyone else can change that
I'd say it was nice having you in my life, but it wasn't

-- Written by Vance Craig

expletives deleted by forum mentor Annie

Thank you for sharing.

I've never seem a perspective on gender reformation as, heart felt as yours

Thank you

(I made the redactions in the poem above, consistent with forum policies at 7 Cups of Tea.)

Someone told me not to be afraid of new beginnings cuz each ones the start of a new day dreaming oh sweet nightmare I just wanted to know you will still be there when it's hard to understand why we are falling and I've told you if it were you I'd be calling just to tell you I'm alright. In the years we have battled the tears that have shattered glass inside the potent problems in the world. But I still try. I still hear her. I still hold her in my dreams we both know her future like it was our distant memory. Goodbye Baby Brooklyn.♡

*Trigger warning * self harm & violence to others

I hate you Not in a quick rush But in a slow eternal burn Not an ache But a long since forgotten injury that flares into a sick throb and haunting memory I hate you in the ways science hates religion In the way literature hates math In a way that words can not express I hate you in a way that makes me want to kill myself rather than deal with you But also in a way that makes me want to slam your head repeatedly into a brick wall until I'm just hitting my knuckles