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!!
Sorry, it's long.
Darling please believe me when I tell you that you're beautiful
For you can not see the fire in your eyes when you talk about your passions
The way your hands gracefully fly over paper
Drawing out poems, images, whole new worlds
Just to escape the one you are in
Darling please believe me when I tell you that your heart is kind
Doing anything to make sure that others
Never feel as broken as you
Darling please believe me when I tell you that you are good enough
That your calorie intake does not determine your worth
That the number on the scale does not measure how much you are loved
That even skin and bones will never satisfy your longing to be in control, to be perfect, to be enough
Only you can do that
Darling please believe me when I tell you that you are valuable
That you don't need to draw out your feelings in sharp crimson lines
Because the monsters within you do not lie under your skin
But deep within your soul
And the only way to kill them is to let others in
So you don't have to fight this battle alone
Because blades, lighters, fists, nails, bottles, and pills will only make them stronger
Darling please believe me when I tell you that you are loved
That just because he wasn't strong enough to withstand the whirlwind of passion in your eyes and the roaring oceans in your soul does not mean that you should calm your storm
But strengthen it
Let the fire roaring beneath your skin manifest itself around you
As you learn about your strengths and discover who you were truly meant to be
And those who are truly worthy to be in your presence will dance with you in the downpour
Instead of hiding behind boarded windows
Or worse yet, dampening the inferno inside of you
That was never meant to be quieted
I'm actually thinking about sharing this one at school, so any opinions or criticism would be appreciated
Go for it, that's a perfect manifestation of thought
It spoke to me. I currently cut but this helped me. A lot. Thank you :) Keep writing, I'd love to see more of your work
Thank you so much guys, I've never written much before but I was just in the mood so I just let the words come out and that's what happened
Well this was great.. You have a gift. You really do. I'd love to see more of your work :)
@KnighTerrAin I've been looking through here and all of your work is beautiful, the eloquent verse and flawless rythym is beyond words. And the fact that you would even pay attention to my sloppy attempt at poetry and think to leave a positive comment means a lot :)
@thewhisperedroar15 even your name is poetic. No two perspectives are the same. So once that's filtered through our minds and into our words it truly comes out as our own interpretation. And then another level is made once it is read. As it goes back through words and perception and is filtered through our interpretation. I feel sometimes I can't make myself understandable. So I give into that idea and leave words out. And drop some pronouns and other parts of context. It fogs it up a bit but I think at the same time it opens it up to interpretation. I would prefer to be able to write everything in words that hold less meanings. Then it stays true to thought. But I guess we all have our own verses. And I prefer reading others as when I read my own I just bounce through all the possibly meaning I could've wrote into it. And then see more. I can't just read my own writing for what it was at the time. But like I said, yours seems like a perfect manifestation of thought
@TheWhisperedRoar15, I really like it. The first stanza is marvelous, it evokes wonderful and apt images.
I also love the image of the roaring fire under the skin. In addition, I admired the lines about "drawing out your feelings in sharp crimson lines" and that the "monsters within you do not lie under your skin But deep within your soul. And the only way to kill them is to let others in."
(My only negative reaction was that the phrase "caloric intake" seemed too technical and mundane for the poetic flow of the poem. For me, it was jarring.)
And the final lines are strong and real and impressive and I wanted to stand up and cheer: "That just because he wasn't strong enough to withstand the whirlwind of passion in your eyes and the roaring oceans in your soul does not mean that you should calm your storm."
Thank you @Annie !! I really appreciate the compliments, and you make a good point about that line. Thanks!
SHE ⚫⚫⚫
Somewhere between surviving and becoming
She was right where she was meant to be
Through struggles and suffering
She fought to be free.
Wearing her pain and scars like trophies of a win,
Proud and graceful than she's ever been.
Brilliant. Thank you. :)
Thank you @lonelydeviantsoul :)
Yes, @Duff26, I love this little gem, too. Lovely tone, important message. 
He had tears in his eyes That is, when I told him. That I've thought of the blade before. I saw it. He wondered why His hands shook. When I told him For a second I almost thought I saw him cry. I asked him nicely. I was sweet. Polite. His receiving nod, it was Slow. Quiet. And his hands shook As he drew a butterfly On my wrists On the slashes He kissed them goodnight. And just he left He wisphered He said I'll slay the monsters that live in your head And right then I knew I would be okay Never again will I forget That day.
Donno why it didn't come as paragraphs.. But I'm posting from the phone
The same thing happens with mine @newromantic677
*narrows eyes* hmm. Sttrranggeee
@ NewRomantic677 @Duff26
Regarding line breaks: If you send me a message with instructions, I can insert line breaks for you. Just click on my name below (if you're 18 or older) to send me a message. Or, if you're 13-17, you'll have to write your instructions in a reply here. Be sure to tag me by adding @Annie to your post. Thanks!
Thanks @Anne
@newromantic677.
Oh! I can't believe I forgot to comment on how much I like your poem! It is marvelous.
See Me
A mirror or crystal
I reflect and refract
Those looking past
I will always distract
For no one knows me
And that is safer
Than baring my heart
With its strength of paper
For if you look past
This glimmer and gloss
And then turn away
I will be lost
Too late, too late
Now you have seen
These things I hid
Behind the screen
Will you leave
Or will you stay
You know me
Please don
Critique and feedback please!
Love it, explains how I've felt lately
@erhoades, One of the things I especially admire is the rhyming. It's understated in most places, which I like. It brings interesting sounds to the poem, without clanging -- if that makes any sense!
Understanding
Understanding is elusive
Words, language, emotions, thoughts
For some it comes easy
For me, within my head they
This is very relatable. Thanks for sharing.
Empty
Empty
I was ...
Empty
Numb to the pain feeling insane no room to complain because i had to be strong... noone understood me so i was the only one id listen to... being confused and lost lead to internal hatred a mind full of regret is what my life has painted... all i wanted was to be free... free of the mind that had enslaved me... free... of a soul that could no longer express itself because of fear... free... of the negative voices in my ears... free... of this fantasy and expectation that everyone seemed to live so simply... and as i numbed my soul from all the pain i remained empty -Unique
@uniqueunique,
Wow, this is strong. I really really liked the final line:
". . . and as i numbed my soul from all the pain i remained empty." That just knocked me out.
I rolled my eyes at romantics
their misleading antics
their innocent capers
their hope filled endeavours
they had an overwhelming capacity
for love
for kindness
and were always loved back
but I was alone
but then he came along
just a guy
not much
but he's seen my scars
and they've felt his touch
he kisses my demons goodnight
and he kisses my scars too
I used to roll my eyes at romantics
but darling, then I found you.
@newromantic677 - Oh my (sigh) -- this is so beautiful. 
This is really something special.
Thank you @Annie :) that means alot to me
Symptoms
The doubting of reality
I once ago read was
The first sign of insanity
I knew it true because
I seldom ever ever feel
A little more than halfway real
My head is full of stuff
I'm never here enough
It was a Monday morning when
I tried to write them down
Our math class had come to an end
On my face was a frown
Instead of words the voices think
I'd filled the one-fourth pad with ink
But it felt like that too
When voices spoke to you
Sometimes I try to tune them out
Therefore I sing or read
Here are the things they talk about
List down the things you need
Just look at all the mess you made
A shelter or a barricade
Perhaps a spot of tea
Please don't remember me
Inquire of the proper way
To set the stars on fire
Across the room is here to stay
A person you admire
You might want to recheck your notes
Sometimes metal on water floats
I'm right behind your ear
But no-one else can hear
The princess of non sequitir
Is too easy to find
And there is no mute button here
For silencing my mind
If I could scream then they might go
But that would be quite rude I know
And give people a scare
And would make people stare
The symptoms of some sanity
I do not even know
I lost touch with reality
A long long time ago
This turns me in to a puddle
This is my first reply I'm new here. I just wanted to say I feel the same way....I often speak my mind thru poetry and often hear it whispered in my ear. Along with the negative voices that want me to fear everything around me for reasons that aren't clear. It's hard sometimes to drown them out but the more I speak of my truth and light the stronger I get and the quieter they sound. Loved your words....great job...it feels good to relate!
@crestfallen2, Welcome! I hope to see your work here!
Electric Weighted Blanket
I want to leave the world I'm in
Of longing and regret
I wish the world was kind enough
To be my oubliette
I'd always come if I was called
If they'd just let me stay
I'd always speak when spoken to
They'd always have their way.
I know they've always wanted this:
To leave me and forget.
I wish the world was kind enough
To be my oubliette.
It would be nice to disappear
Beneath a heavy cloud --
Can I be anywhere but here
For here is just too loud.
For here I fear, for here I cry
There's too much going on.
And here I fear I won't know why
I fear I won't go on.
Can I be where the world is still
Where silence muffles speech
Can I be where I can be 'til
I can't ever be reached
Can I be where my face is dry
Of pained, confusing tears
Can I be where my lullaby
Is not a list of fears?
Can I be where the world is warm
And where the world is dim?
Where I am far from all alarm
Where I am close to Them
Dear @harana,
This poem is . . . stunning. Technically and thematically. Beautiful.
Thank you!
Actually, I just wrote this, trying to pin down what I'm feeling right now. I don't even have (nor have I ever had) an electric weighted blanket, but I bet it would feel nice.
My heart is in a bottle, floating on a sea in a storm, you could say I'm safe in here, but I'm not free, outside is only drowning flooding defeat. Inside is trapped to observe the wondrous world in the sky and beneath my feet. If I stay here, maybe someone will read me. What they'll see I cannot speak. I could float till I find an island, it might not be paradise. I could press against the glass and watch my life pass. Only to remember my past. Or I could break the container. Sink in blame and fall apart like paper. Drag across the broken shards and watch my ship depart. Drown in the ocean while held down by the storm. Knowing my last moments would be free. But torn
