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!!
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.
Sends shivers down my spine
Merci beaucoup :)
@NewRomantic677, So good. Another winner. 
Thanks :)
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?
Jaw dropped on the floor
Thanks I've been wanting to post this somewhere and now I have haha
I'm glad you did
My poetry: [address redacted]
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.
Some of my poetry: [address redacted]
Dear @drowninginblizzard, I hope you will post some of your work here. I removed the address above because 7 Cups of Tea, not being a social-networking site, does not permit posting of personal off-site addresses. But it would be great if you'd share your poetry here.
A culmination of feelings.
(To be read as a rap)
I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.
It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.
I never understood when people spoke of voices in their heads,
Now I think I know truly of what those broken people meant.
I don't feel the lips of others, telling me to crush a heart.
But I shiver at my inner thoughts that fight to tear my soul apart.
And I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.
It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.
I want to be a model citizen and practice what I preach,
Night and day I type away to put my feeble heart at peace.
But my mind is heavy with the weight of my hypocrisy,
I'm a disgrace to my theology, a prodigal, not a prodigy.
And I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.
It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.
I make it my business to call out others all the time
And hide away every visible trace of fault in my life
I'm not perfect but I like to think I'm better
Deleting browser history, covering my scarlet letters.
And I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.
It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.
Every time I let them win, I feel a momentary thrill,
But end up feeling like trash because I know it's not His will.
I'm so lonely and broken, shackled with words unspoken
It's my fault. I cut off all my air and left myself chokin'.
I look back at my life and all I see is regret,
I'm neck high in debt, and I'm starting to sweat.
How pathetic can I get? Don't need a doctor, just a vet.
Because this animal's cannibal and I swear that I'm killing me.
I'm not trying to die. I'm just living a lie,
and the weight of all my sins is drawing tears from my eyes.
I'm too scared to find what's on the end of a rope,
because I walk a fine line between disaster and hope.
I've been a wicked little creature, not deserving of grace,
so ashamed of my ungrateful ways that I hide my face.
I hide my name, and I stake my claim.
In a twisted way I'm proud of my sick little game.
I can put myself down, on my knees, on the ground,
let you coddle me and pick me up and gimme a crown.
I'm no more than a clown,
and you look at me now, and you wonder
what sad little being you've found.
*drops the mic*
Peace.
THIS. IS. AWESOME.
There were supposed to be spaces... also, sorry I forgot to put a Trigger warning on it. Very sorry. :C
@QuietlyDreaming, Yes, I agree completely, This Is Awesome.
The power breaks forth from every line. So much heart and passion is in these words.
(By the way, I tried to add the spaces where you might want them. I'm sorry if I did not get it right. Please let me know if you want changes.)
