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!!
Who did Lazarus think of when awakened from the dead?
When second birth and breath of life was drawn.
When with every passing step from tomb of death he tread.
What did Lazarus think of when awakened from the dead?
I imagine it would be as such of what I think of each dawn.
From restless sleep into the world of pain am drawn
Perhaps he asked why he must return from paradise.
I think I know what Lazarus thought when he rose from the dead.
But on Earth we each have paradise we find in other things
So what would Lazarus long for after back from death he came.
Did he rush to Jesus, who brought back life to him?
Or did he run from Jesus, who brought back pain to him?
Did he go to sisters, who pleaded for his life?
Or did he run from them as well? Who brought back pain and strife.
I can not know what Lazarus thought when he woke from his death.
But know I what I would think if awakened from the dead?
I would think of you my love, the one I long for most.
And I would pass by God himself, who rose me from the dead.
And I would go to you my love, past all who brought me back.
I would walk to you, preferred from paradise instead.
I know what I would do if I woke from my death.
And I think I know what Lazarus thought when awakened from the dead.
@Fenton115, This is an amazing poem. I love the idea of exploring what Lazarus thought when he rose from the dead.
The poet Alfred Tennyson liked to do something similar--he'd focus on a moment in the life of a famous mythical character and explore what the person was thinking.
You might like to read his poem about Ulysses, after his adventures had ended and he'd returned to Penelope and Telemachus, and was growing older as king. LINK
Cannibals:
We are all cannibals.
Say what you want,
Call me insane,
But think about how what we all do is make pain.
We eat out eachothers soul,
Followed by their heart,
We cut up their skin,
And eat them alive.
We cook them up,
Creating hurt,
Then finish the job by being served.
Most tend to dine on,
Souls,
Hearts,
Blood,
And brain.
None of us are truly sane.
We are all cannibals.
@ScreamingForSanity,
I love the clever intelligence of this poem! I admire the skill and general truths expressed, although personally I would take issue with the "all" and "none." 
(I've been fortunate to know some amazingly generous, kind people.)
Really frustrated tonight and giving myself a bit of a hard time...
You did this
You signed on for this
This is what you wanted
This is why you left your life
This is what you deserve you stupid ------
Suck it up and deal
YOU don't matter apparently
Get it through your thick head you dumb -----
There is no "us"
There is no planning for us
There is no thoughts of us
There is only self satisfaction
Do not care
Do not care
Do not care
There is only hurt and pain when you do.
Get it through your head you ------ naive ----- .
[Redactions were made by forum mentor Annie.]
'Forget-me-nots'
but darling the flowers whither and fade.
My heart is full of aches.
My tear stained cheeks
gleam in the moonlight.
As my love like flowers
whither and fade.
May these memories die
so I may tell myself a lie.
There is no place like home
but abroad in a land so strange,
I may bloom again.
This poem is beautiful! I really love this: "My tear stained cheeks
gleam in the moonlight."
Sorry, I forgot the tag!
@kokoroganakuDusk7249
Low self esteem is thinking only your family will love you.
Low self esteem is pretending that's enough.
Pretending you're okay.
It's every
Don't worry about me
I'm fine mom
Yeah I remembered to have breakfast.
It's having trouble believing even God could care about you.
It's knowing you're not worth the trouble.
Knowing that you will always sacrifice yourself
That you will tear out your spine and give it to someone else
Not because of any goodness in your heart but because of the emptiness in it.
This this is part of a slam poem I'm working on . . .
You haunt my dreams.
Every dream turns dark and evil with a glimpse of you.
When will I be at peace?
I know when death knocks on your door, I will still be haunted.
Your presence will linger around me like fog.
Scared, so scared I feel you're behind me.
Waiting for me to turn around and see you.
Darkness is what I see.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I'm alone.
I don't want to be alone.
It reminds me how alone I felt when you betrayed me.
You sicken me!
The sight of you paralyzes me.
I'm cold and unable to move.
How dare you!
How dare you make me think I'm nothing!
Believe I'm nothing!
You hurt me,
Yet you say you love me?
No that's not love.
You never loved me,
And that's fine.
I don't want your love.
Afraid, so afraid.
When will I be at peace?
Its a cliché.
I know.
to be helplessly
hopelessy in love.
it's not secure
but I'll never be sure
'cause your love doesn't satiate me
it leaves me feeling alone
it may be a cliché
to want
to need
something, someone
who will tear you apart
piece
by
piece.
This made my bad day better
i wish i can upvote this over and over and over again.
@weepingartist @KnigTerrAin THANKS GUYS!! THAT MEANS SO MUCH :)
I love this.
A Tiny Step
An open fire raging a few feet away,
Come and fall into my arms it says.
My feet start steering, my brain says you're insane.
Staggering, I walk forward as if I've got no other option.
The fire beckons, extending its arms,
Come here darling and fall.
I close my eyes and feel the warmth,
The comforting mellowness in the cold night.
A sigh of pleasure finds a way to escape from within,
My foot takes a step, a stride ahead,
A desperate search for the homely cosiness.
But then I, as I snapped back into reality, realised it is too late,
I inevitably fall,
And fell into the abyss.
@proactivedime3437, I really like this poem -- the idea of the lure of the fire's warmth but the danger of approaching too close.
(I admit I was hoping for a different ending!) 
Thank you so much @Annie
I wrote this when I was going through a dark time so I think that is to blame the bland and predictable ending.
You are…
full of ****.
It makes me wonder why I even trust you
Promising things to my
S E N S I T I V E
heart
taking
A D V A N T A G E
of my growth
as a way to treat me like
* * * * ..
that you even lost
the common
C O U R T E S Y
to let me know how you are.
Im tired of your lousy games.
I dont think
S I C K N E S S
is an excuse to be an *******
because you yourself
D E M A N D E D
me to find a way
to get better from my
D E P R E S S I O N
which is just as bad, as any illness.
I am not stupid
and I will not tolerate
this excuse because of neglect.
What kind of person forgets respect
so easily anyway?
What kind of man forgets
their lover so easily..anyway?
What kind of **** is this
anyway?
POISON
Im toxic to you
Well **** you
Youre toxic to me too
Twisting things
Turning words
Spinning tables
Weave me words
That go smooth
as your silky tongue
Full of ******* lies
And empty feelings
That really mean nothing to you
The difference between us
Is that I am grasping
While you are letting go
Releasing
Forgetting
Thriving, growing.
While I
have to start all over again
because of me (right?)
Im so sorry:
That you break your promise
That I believed in you.
Youre so sorry
That you found me
That youre forced to stay with a ****** up lady.
You and I
both know
that you really dont have to stay.
You and I both
know that you
dont even want to stay anymore.
You and I both know
that you are so
tired and sick of me.
That youre ready to forget me
Hiding it in reasonable excuses.
Covering it up with empty promises.
Id rather come clean
Than play this game
So give yourself
The time of your life
and have a rest
That youll never soon forget.
Jesus, bleeding flowers. How's it going?
hi @KnighTerrAin, i'm so angry i want to put petals on pig fat and make perfume. and watch their essence be sucked out of them, just like how that ******* is sucking the life out of me. haha...
-internal screaming-
thanks for showing concern though. made my day a bit better.
Reunion
I bet it sparked a fire.
When you saw her again
Better, prettier,
Not as pasty and dorky as she was
the last time you saw her.
She's closer than me,
You can touch her,
She smiles at you
She's probably as sweet as honey.
Maybe this is why you treat me like you do
Because it's a way for you to make me leave you
I know your moves. I can read you.
You once told me
You had more reasons to cheat on me
Pointing out that I am as broken as can be.
Mentally sick, hormonally imbalanced
You use that as leverage
To threaten my fears.
How sweet of you,
You piece of ----.
Then you wonder why I hate you
When you're the one who spits
Lousy words onto my face, breaking my wits.
Breaking my trust, crippling me further
Than I already was.
You tell me to build myself up
Only for you to walk along and
Pulverize me to a pulp.
I hope you're happy.
You're not responsible for me anymore.
You already handed me to myself
To face my darkness alone
Justifying to me that it's a battle no one can fight for me.
But is it fair to use this to completely desert me?
You're so ******* weak.
You think your muscles are great?
That's all you have,
A tough shell for your lousy personality.
Everything's fake about you,
everything's a lie.
I managed to convince myself
That you're worth the fight.
But now that you left me in this darkness
I start hearing whispers
That you're in a much darker place than I am
You tell me ****:
Saying you understand me.
Well I'll be damned
You still do the things that hurt me!
Don't say **** you don't know
Because your actions are so contrary!
You're like my past lover incarnate
Only this time with a [male sex organ]
To further emphasize that you are
that.
just
a
[male sex organ, all caps] .
Congratulations.
You,
reunited with past crushes
and me,
reunited with past horrors of lovers of old, with you as cherry on top.
Dear @weepingartist, I love your work, you know that -- but the website's policies require redacting of certain language. (However, I gave upvotes because I'm in awe of the intensity that vibrates off the page!) 
oh my i'm sorry i'm not sure i can still edit it though. i forgot the rules because i was so mad while writing them lol!
thanks for letting me know...i apologize in advance for anybody else reading it @_@
@weepingartist, I understand. I really, really do. (I would have edited yesterday so you didn't have to worry, but the system got glitchy on me.)
The poem "Reunion" really struck a chord with me.
You're amazing, your poetry is amazing.
thanks so much. i guess it's one thing that A**hat is good at -- inspiration for my angry poetry. lol.
sorry you had to go through editing the -genital- parts. i find the edits help lighten it up a bit though xD haha.
Substance is sticky, you'll step in it like gum and it will become a part of your daily attire
