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 am not stardust
Even though they say I am
I lose poetry all in my mind
And I'm constantly turning my head to find them
I'd burn my house to the ground if it wasn't illegal
To cleanse myself of these horrible memories you gave me
That keep me up at night
Because I am not empty
I feel something
I am a void with mist
Not completely empty
But not stardust either
Being raised as a child took its toll on me in my teenage years and now I'm an adult
I'm scared and I'm not mature enough to handle myself
My music sounds like angry buzzing bees
My songs aren't of any quality
It's funny how I can be so much like a brick wall when I'm ordered to do something
But I'm surprisingly easy to destroy emotionally
Even the toughest things can break
It's all a matter of time now
If you looked in my mind it probably wouldn't make you cry
Probably angry enough to leave if you know me
Probably enough to shrug me off if you don't
@OceanMermaid, This is beautiful. LOVE the opening line!
Thank you!
I think everyone in the world has a different idea of beauty.
because when I see a butterfly, I always think of the beautiful symmetry of its wings.
but other people like the randomness in life, when it's not symmetrical,
because we all like different things.
and there's an angel in your eyes and a demon in your mind
yes they contradict, but that's a love of another kind
because everything is special if you look past the flaws
and everyone can judge at times, but beauty has no laws
and when I think of all in my life and all who walked away
I can only wonder what I did to live to life I lived today
and no it is not perfect, but it's all that I know// the good & the bad is always where I go
and I'm getting used to it, not sure of how I feel
and I'm not even positive that what I feel is real.
but accept me as I am and now my beauty from within
because my major goal in life is to wear my soul on the outside of my skin.
@unforgottenLove, this is a cool poem. I like the rhymes a lot, and I agree with how people look at things so differently.
Even I've been working on wearing my soul outside my skin, but there's so much work, and I don't know where to begin. See my soul likes to hide, as its been hurt quite a few times. For those who wish to hold it, can't quite see it in daylight. In darkness it dwells and fear grips it tight. But fear is a friend that's misunderstood. Darling we'll be fine. I love your poem. :)
The Atmosphere Is Crumbling
The Atmosphere is crumbling
Because she cannot see her love
The Earth below is shrouded in cloud
Too dark for her to see through
The Atmosphere is crumbling
Thunder pulses through her
And gravity is pulling her down
As outside forces beat at her bright shine
The Atmosphere is crumbling
She hates this growing pain
All she wants is to see the Earth
But the clouds just will not fade away
The Atmosphere might crumble
There is just no way to know
But every day she reminds herself
That if she falls, Earth is left unprotected and alone
@TheLpSoldier, I like how the images are all about the Atmosphere, the universe, gravity, planets and such. Excellent poem!!
I remember when we realized,
Our favorite song was the same,
I felt like you had looked at me,
And seen straight into my brain.
You'd stroke my face while singing,
As I drifted off to sleep,
And I swore that those fond memories,
Were the kind Id always keep,
But even good songs finish,
And as the winters silence grew,
My cheeks went from a rosy pink,
To a mottled black and blue.
So I grabbed the person I'd become,
And fled into the night,
You told me that I'd come back,
And you still think youll be right,
But let me tell you something;
Our song was on the radio,
But its been so long since Ive heard it,
Ive forgotten how it goes,
And I've learnt it takes just 7 years,
For all your cells to be replaced,
So one day you will have never touched,
The skin upon my face.
Absolutely BRILLIANT!! I love this type of lyric/poem. I had to read it twice.
Honestly this poem is AMAZING... It just speaks to me on so many different levels and seems so relatable, so human. I adore it, and I'd love to see more of your work. In fact, in gonna scroll through the thread and search for it. Cause you have some insane talent :)
(written while on vacation in Amsterdam)
Things I want to put in a jar
and bring home
The cold, crisp air
Drizzle!
The lazy, laidback feel
Long days and short nights,
that hour before sunset
The diversity of skin and race
That curiosity of wanting to know
where everyone's going,
where everyone is
The lingering smell of waffles in the air
That feeling of being caught in between
the new and old
Peace
This peace I feel when I'm writing
this, thinking of you
And my longing for you
14.07.15
I love this so much.. And Amsterdam is genuinely beautiful place
@Nyao, this is utterly lovely. It captures the feelings and memories so perceptively 
I get distracted from my problems when I'm attracted to formed flaws holding a mystery that ends up just me being the concerned cause
Always falling for the girls that are attached to the ones trying to drag me down. Everyone pretends. I stopped bothering to defend. I'll laugh at the time let it pass like I'm blind. Then it'll come back around to bite me. I'll spend the whole night fighting myself and biting my own neck. I must look like a trapped wolf chewing off its own leg. I tapped a peg into the wall and now I can't get it out. They did that to me. The peg is eating my soul bit by bit and small chips drifting through as the blood drips. Pumping shards past my heart and people wonder why I can be such a slumping grumpy barstard. But once I get the bars apart and the quicksilver flaking stake out my painted brittle safe that I call a soul. I'll find what's untold. It'll be written and enscribed on the triple bladed knife they stuck from my eye and slided halfway down my arteries. Left it there and let it be a part of me. It slowly started twisting with the friction from the spinning gears that tear apart my calm mind to the rythm of timid acid Chinese water torture. And in the meanwhile they all just laugh and smile never ask how I've made it my own. Bleeding art like passing pardons through a wilted rose. And they hid it from me like it would help me not to know. But only left me with suspicious looks forced to hang around with putrid crooks. While they told the story like I was the one who was awful. After they told me to tear the rulebook and we all laughed and snared as the hilarious evil took hold of my soul. Implanted in my skull left to grasp hold of my broken trust and tell it it's just a must. Have to carry on. Can't change them. Do something different. Accept it keep cool. Yeah I learned. They adapted. I was left with them making the facts since I was a kid. They learned. They had control of what was heard. They could say anything they want and it would pass as law. Like I was on a crucifix and burning as they judged their pear shaped stories as if it was in a bible as a lesson you should avoid to learn
Shamanism has a meaning for life, they say there is two wolves in your soul,they are opposites, they are good and evil. And they will fight till the end of time. And that fight can either motivate you or destroy you. If you haven't chose a side the conflict will catch you in the crossfire. You have to choose which wolf to feed. You can't always feed both. The battle will just conflict you more. You shouldn't feed the bad wolf because people will see which side you're on. You should feed the good wolf, because then it will win. And you will find inner peace with a companion and that peace will reflect through your whole life. If you let the evil in and watch it win, you'll be clouded and blind as to why your life is falling apart. And you'll get more angry and the world will turn and twist into a terrible cage that extends everywhere you go. And people will torment you the whole way. And eventually get a reason to make that cage physical
This is a song I wrote about my father.
My dad always made me feel special, and when he left us, it tore out a piece of my heart.
When I wrote this, he had just told us, by text message, that he was ceasing all communications with us.
So, here it is: You're never supposed to blame the other party.
Even if they are the ones to blame.
And you could give 10 thousand excuses.
And my reply would remain the same.
You, my friend, are a coward and a liar,
Whose fire was barely a spark.
And you, my friend, are a thief and a child
You've stolen and broken my heart.
I'm not supposed to call you out on your faults.
Even if the fault is solely yours.
And with so many tears I've cried in your absence,
I know that when it rains it pours.
You, my friend, are a coward and a liar,
Whose fire was barely a spark.
And you, my friend, are a thief and a child
You've stolen and broken my heart.
It doesn't take a genius to see that I'm hurting.
A fact even your blinded eyes could see.
And when you said I love you I knew it was a lie,
Because love has no boundaries.
You don't throw something away if you treasure it.
You don't punish kids by running away.
You don't act like a titan who can leave lives in ruin.
And never return to save face.
You, yourself, are a criminal.
Who refuses to pay for his crimes.
I didn't ask you to do what you did.
And I don't deserve doing your time.
You make me feel like the mistake I am.
You, my sire, are a coward and a liar,
Whose fire was barely a spark.
And you, dear father, are a thief and a child,
You've stolen and broken my heart.
I am a coward and a liar.
By saying that I don't even care.
But you are a force of destruction
Who has dissipated into thin air.
I can't seem to let go
You're a part of my being, naturally
Someday I'll forgive your cowardice and lies,
And the hell you inflicted on me.
And the hell you inflicted on the rest of our family.
Once again, the spaces that were there magically disappeared. Probably because I'm on mobile. Oh well.
@QuietlyDreaming, I tried to add the line breaks based on your capitalizations. Send me a message if I got it wrong, okay?
Lost for words. I'd like to hear more from you. As much as you can write
Great lyrics! I can relate to this pain as well. I love how writing can feel so therapeutic.
Thanks for sharing.
So come now
put your arm around me
me and my broken pieces
come now
kiss me goodnight
and hold together my bursting seams
hug me tight
when you put out the lights
'cause those demons in the dark
they come from my mind
so who will come now
to me
in broad daylight
my devils will be hiding in plain sight.
My jesus
I'm fanning myself here. It's like you took all the air
Thank you :)
Strange food for strange thoughts. We can't ask each other to turn the world for us, but we should ask how atlas can hold on with everything spinning like this.