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!!
Hi guys, I'm sorry this one's a bit long. I know it's pretty bad, but I hope someone enjoys it. Thanks for your time and for reading it.
Trigger Warning
Hate to Say Goodbye/Normalcy (Idk what to call it)
I want to go back to when things were normal
Before I drove her so far far away
I have no time machine, I am no magician
Yet here I sit, with simple regret
I must ask myself, what was normal?
Was it before she told me this is goodbye?
When she said she had enough, I was too much to handle
When she told me shed told me before
What Id do wrong, and what I had done
I guess she really is gone forever
Was it before I messed up?
I tried so hard to make her happy
But she thought I wanted more
More than the closest friend I ever had
I guess shes right, maybe I did
Was it before I told her I loved her?
That gut-wrenching fear deep within me
Screamed it was a bad idea
I didnt really listen that time
I guess I didnt want to
Was it before she talked me out of it?
The day I pressed the knife to my wrist
Crying softly into darkest nightmares
Her quiet voice kept me company that night
I guess she didnt want to save me
Was it before I opened my heart?
I told her everything I feared and loved
I wanted to tell someone my story
And I thought she was the one to hear
I guess my words fell on empty ears
Was it before I asked her for her number?
I wanted a friend in my time of need
She was just familiar enough
For me to think she could be someone
I guess I was wrong, I always am
Was it before we first spent some time together?
Among old teammates, the newcomer arrived
She was so beautiful and sweet and funny
I thought Id never have a chance with her
I guess that was the only time I was right
Was it before we met for the first time?
From a distance, she was just another girl
I told myself to keep walking, dont talk to her
I wanted to die, then, and I couldnt hurt another
I guess I should have kept walking that day
There is no before because I cant remember
My life before her, and I cant see one after
Now I lie upon my bed and silently break
My soul and my body deteriorate
I guess she was my only reason to wake
Will tomorrow bring a new light?
All I see is darkness ahead
My first true love just walked away
Without her I would be dead
I guess we should have never met
I am the most foolish of fools
For believing that she ever cared
Maybe I was blinded by loved
But all I see is the perfection of her
I guess I should just let go
As she walked away into the virtual plane
I was left with months of empty texts
Hours or days of talking to her
But still she just walked away
I guess I should have chased after
Now shes gone, shes said her goodbyes
I guess its time I say mine
I wish it didnt have to end this way
But she wont miss me, and nobody else will
I guess… this is goodbye
I believe we have a choice...
I believe only you have the power to make that choice....
Only you have the power to change
I believe in you.....
The same way autumn and fall are the same thing
but entirely different
Your choices could be Autumn
Out there and rarely used
Or they could be like the fall
Easy and common
Whatever it is you chose
i believe that it is the right choice
for you
I want you to see the you
i see
Only then can u discover that
because i care,
you're choices don't just affect you
they mean something to me too!!
So if you are Autumn or fall
There is no doubt that i will be
The winter that stands behind you.
@falsehope44, Thank you for sharing your poem here! I found the last 5 lines to be especially lyrical and beautiful.
So he held my hand
kind of strange
because my left wrist was laden with scars
his finger brushed against them
their ridges
and edges
and ugly jagged lines
and he smiled
and smiled
and smiled
and we walked on.
Omg this one AHS so many spelling errors sorry. Its "their ridges" and ugky not uggly lol and because not becasie XDDD
@NewRomantic677, This poem is utterly beautiful.
(I tried to fix the spelling as you wanted, but if I changed something you didn't want -- just let me know and I'll correct it!)
When a life ends, a light still burns from the nostalgic memories of the past. When there are clouds in the sky and the rain is pouring down, there will always come a rainbow to remind us that through even the darkest of times, the light will shine through to comfort and to guide us so that our memories may burn in death too
@hopefulthinkin37, This poem truly speaks to me. I admire the theme very much!
I'm stuck cycling, circling in a hurricane around the eye of the storm. But all I can feel is the calm before it until it breaks
Jenga
We are games of Jenga
Simply towers builts of pieces of ourselves
We let people take from us
Somethings they take things of ours
Others they take parts of us
When they take these parts of us
We let them try and put the pieces back
It usually works in the short term, but we
I've never looked at jenga that way, but what if someone sets it on fire?
I posted this earlier, but I made a few changes and wanted to get some feedback. It's designed to be read aloud, as I'm thinking about presenting it at school (assuming I don't chicken out). If you have any suggestions to make it flow better or make it more meaningful, or maybe any comments as to things I should add or anything that might be considered offensive, I would really appreciate it 😊
Darling please believe me when I tell you you are 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 you are kind
For although you can't feel the happiness you bring others
You give everything for them
Doing anything to make sure that they
Never feel as broken as you
Darling please believe me when I tell you 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 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
Because blades, lighters, fists, nails, bottles, and pills will only make them stronger
And their words are not true, and their presence is not your fault
But the battle against them can not be won on your own
Darling please believe me when I tell you 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
A kiss with you is like lightning striking more than once on my lips. It's my face on fire. A kiss is like freedom and prison all in one. A kiss is like purity mixed with vulgarity, that sets you ablaze. A kiss is lightning, and fire, and ice, bottled inside your lips and then zapped into the nerves in mine.
This one is AWESOME. Perfectly describes a kiss.
He looks at her
cause he's touched her scars
he's felt her pain
he looks at her
cause he knows his love for her
won't ever be the same
no
sixty eight times
that's how many scars
how many white lines
faded into her tanned confines
the way he looks at her
is like the way the moon looks at wars
on earth.
The pain confines
a purple scream
inside the darkness of
my naked bones.
Silence.
Petrified birds!
Years melt
into tears I proudly
keep uncried.
My eyes are mirrors!
A metal taste,
the sound of screeching
willows and water,
Wind!
The purple scream
torments me once again,
I fight, I bite.
The wind howls and the trees
Watch disapprovingly
whispering.
Birds, birds!
Does my dissonant lament
interfere with your
placid, stony sleep?
The scream breaks loose
Coloring me and the world
Lilac and mauve.
@NataliaNectarine, This one is very mysterious. The fifth stanza is particularly beautiful I think. It could stand alone as a gorgeous haiku-esque poem!
@Annie, thank you very much for your feedback. You are always so kind to my little scribbles :)
Her face shows so much more
than she would like to believe,
the wrinkles in her forehead
tell age old tales of stress and anger
her eyes so deep let you uncover
her experinece
of lost love
her smile and the lines around it
make clear that laughter
is her medicine
laughter is what makes
the pain end and
the sadness go away
Her face screams of hope
perseverance strength
She cannot hide
what is meant
to be seen
Dear @hiddenemotions1992, This poem is AMAZING. A lot of truth here.
It's an object
Nothing more
Nothing less
But in the end
It will confess
The life we've lived
Hated the morning
But dreaded the night
It'll win this fight
Forever and always
Till we meet again.
@Meghlyn25 -- This is intriguing. I'm terribly curious what the object is! Thank you so much for sharing it with us!
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM
The Man Inside My Head
by: me :)
There's a man inside my head
he tells me things I dread
everyday, there's no escape
he's the only one I know
There's a man inside my head
he tells me things I dread
and the things he says are true
at least that's what he says
He laughs at me He kicks at me
while I play his game
This game you see, it has no end
unless I end it myself
I cut and slice and see the blood
hoping that he'll leave
but you see,
he sits back and laughs
finding it amusing
He never leaves
he never will
And he lives off my agony
He's a wicked mind
a wicked soul
never to behold
But all I want to know is
Why did he choose me?
Thanks I've been wanting to post this somewhere and now I have haha
Dear @catchywriter, It would be wonderful to read your poems! However, as 7 Cups of Tea is not a social networking site, our policies do not permit sharing addresses for offsite contact, so it was necessary for me to remove the address.
I hope you'll post some of your work here.