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OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

slayteralmighty January 16th, 2015

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!!smiley

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August 14th, 2015

MATTERS OF THE HEART

I'm not laced with prettiness

Nor with looks that could kill,

Forget about sexiness...

All those description don't fit the bill.

I don't always look my best,

Nor am I always nice...

Hell, most times I'm a hot mess,

With strained and baggy eyes.

It all sounds absurd

And ridiculous in some ways

But i give you my word

And i mean what i say...

If you're looking for love that's one of a kind

That makes you wonder if it's too good to be true

Trust me it's not hard to find...

If you let me love you.

If you're looking for love high and low

The kind that's passionate and free

The love that makes you learn and grow...

Then come look for me.

I will love you with a true conviction

A love so fierce and strong

A love beyond craze and addiction

A love that will last you long...

So look for me and the love you dream of

I'll give you so much more...

Find me and I'ill give you love

More than you've ever known.
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squizzy6 August 14th, 2015

@Duff26

WOW.nicely written ❤️❤️❤️

Lilylistens August 15th, 2015

@Duff26 Thank you for sharing with us. Your poem is amazing.

Annie August 16th, 2015

@Duff26, Touching and inspiring. And somehow . . . strengthening and revitalizing.

Thank you.

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August 19th, 2015

Thank you so much @Annie for your kind words of appreciation. :)

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RainOrShine August 14th, 2015

I wrote this poem few years ago, still resonates with me -

Confused and bemused in confidence

Restless, ungratified while in peace

Screaming from inside for self expression yet no allies.

Beautiful thoughts but where is the pen?

Did you look beyond others or simply looked the wrong way?

Are you getting close? Are you lost?

Funny, no stars can guide you

But let's find each other

and in the presence ask "Who am I?"

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

Nicely done

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RainOrShine August 14th, 2015

Thank you.

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Overdrive August 14th, 2015

@RainorShine,

Loved it

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

@RainbowEater

I have not left

I am still here

Your heart a theft

I will appear

I did scream out

You could not hear

I'll see you soon

Dont leave the cage

Well start anew

And turn the page

Well stain that page

With red blood paint

I whisper to that into your ear

And my teeth are deep in skin to tear

I will be there

I will reappear

Tomorrow my dear

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RainbowEater August 14th, 2015

@politeSpring1022

Thats so cool!

RainbowEater August 14th, 2015

And also very well written

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

And mad poetic skills.

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politeSpring1022 August 15th, 2015

Im glad people like this. Mostly because it was just something i put together on the spot and it was a bit of an inside joke.

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AndrewBPayn August 14th, 2015

Far o'er the platinum shores,

Lies my wakening, the doors,

to who I am, to who I will be,

What will become of little old me,

When the tide comes in, and washes away

The marks that you and I made as we played,

Together in the sand, together in the moment.

As before I could make that needed atonement,

My hands slipped from yours,

And you walked out those doors.

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

Wow. Amazing. Just amazing...

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AndrewBPayn August 14th, 2015

Thank you very much. This is one of the few poems I've wrote where I'm actually pretty happy and proud with it!

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

Vango died with the words. "I'm sorry my work was such a disappointment to the world, and it never reached its full potential."

You can always get better but don't be a Vango. (Excuse me i think i spelled that wrong)

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

I knew i spelled it wrong. Its not even him though its Leonardo da Vinci

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AndrewBPayn August 14th, 2015

Oh don't worry I'll never become a Vango... I'm just a very harsh self critic haha

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

Im both a harsh self critic and a prideful artist. 2 different personalities out of many i have. 😈😇

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Sherly August 15th, 2015

Summer is almost done

and I haven't see the sun

until one odd day

hanging around in boredom

I saw you around

gazing your eyes all the way.

Ironically, I mind to look the other way

still, your eyes fixated right to my eye

while I looked down, down and down until you're gone

that night is crazy as I looked around for what is gone

Another day has come

but now you are nowhere to find

as the clock runs out and it's almost dark

I saw your shadows, as you first saw mine

I'm back to your eyes, back to your gaze

it was all I wanted to see

your eyes on me, my eyes off you

I laughed because my friends are funny

I laughed more because I knew you are watching me

the clock runs out once more

calling me to go back to my own

and as I passed by you I looked down,

down, and down until you're gone

that night is crazier, my summer magic has finally arrived

after midnight, the moon and stars are calling me out

when no one is around

eyes gaze on each other like something is connecting

burst smiles exchange that sounds like a laughter

it took a few minutes, before we looked down, down and down until it gone

monday morning came

summer is officially done

I walked in the trail of sunlight

as I finally see the sun shining on me, and only on me.

My summer sun

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KnighTerrAin August 15th, 2015

You're making me miss summer

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Overdrive August 15th, 2015
We aspire to transcend the sorrows of existence
To disintegrate the shackles that
bound us, still ground us
An eternal struggle to break free.

Yet here I stand before you and I offer you my liberty
Forgoing my claim to sovereignty
If you would just accept my essence, my entire complexity
And allow me to become part of you.

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Annie August 15th, 2015

@Overdrive,

This one has substance, gravitas. I love it.

I think that's what we crave, all of us. I think we're willing to surrender all of our sovereignty (great choice of words, I'm feeling it means ego, need to control, etc.) in exchange for being accepted fully and gathered in completely.

Beautifully written.

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Overdrive August 15th, 2015

Thank you @Annie! Always a delight to encounter a kindred spirit :)

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SleepDeprivedCat August 16th, 2015

A Hopeful Pessimist

some days

are easier.

video games

and loving arms

and chocolate chip cookies

at 3 am.

others are less easy.

blank stares

vacant eyes

thoughts creeping closer

to the undesirable.

but

even when

i can no longer feel her arms around me

and the loneliness crowds around me

part of me waits

wishing

knowing

that this storm will pass

if i can just hold on

and i have hope.

it isnt much,

a sad, last chance sort of hope,

but its better than no hope at all.

(when i write i dont use capitals or punctuation please dont hate me)

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Annie August 16th, 2015

@sleepDeprivedCat, I feel sure that no one here would ever hate you for something so unimportant as punctuation!! And I think no one here would hate you for ANY reason! smiley

One of my favorite poets, e.e. cummings, did not capitalize words and he used unusual pundctuation. And his work is wonderful and beautiful and -- joyous! I love his poetry.

iwillbefine August 16th, 2015

How does it work here... can anyone give a short intro.

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Annie August 16th, 2015

Dear @iwillbefine,

As long as your poem is within the general Forum Guidelines, you can post your poem with an intro. Rules for Submission have also been posted.

Some examples.

For example, posts cannot show disrespect based on race, religion, gender, etc.

If the post may be triggering (about self-harm or rape, for example), you must include a heading with a trigger warming. You'll see lots of examples of trigger warnings in the previous pages of the thread.

Vulgar slang is not permitted and will be redacted.

Marketing/sales pitches will be deleted. (No marketing of new book. smiley)

Giving contact information for contacting members, guests or listeners outside of 7 Cups of Tea is prohibited. This includes BLOGS where people can correspond with you.

Comments on the poetry of other writers? Yes! Very welcome, as long as they're constructive and supportive.

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pluckyStrawberries3154 August 16th, 2015

Just because my eyes don't tear

Doesn't mean my heart doesn't cry.

Just because i come off strong,

Doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.

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BraveSpirit August 16th, 2015

@pluckystrawberries, I like this a lot. It's . . . truthful.

It's a good reminder.

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pluckyStrawberries3154 August 16th, 2015

Yeah! N thnx💞💕

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iwillbefine August 16th, 2015

Get u.

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Gypsiwillow August 16th, 2015

This poem is kind of a bunch of inner thought of a good girl who fell for a 'badboy' kind of guy and he changed her without meaning to.

Light and dark
So different
never able to meet
Never able to love

Dark and Light
how you never mix
why not change
and be together

Light not dark
gentle and sweet
all that is good
why not let in the chaos

Dark not light
troublesome fun
rules get broken
lips apart that meet at last

Light is dark
some shadow
hidden behind the certain
always fighting to remain

Dark isn't light
chaos
never control
why not

Light becomes dark
no more care
freedom that consumes
danger that developes

Dark consumes light
the candle flickers
one last time before it becomes
no more than a memory

Now dark controls
no longer forbidden
yet i still miss it
when I was your only light

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Annie August 20th, 2015

@Gypsiwillow

The conflict is portrayed so movingly. Very beautiful and touching poem!

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TheSirenCalledLorelei August 16th, 2015

The girl in black sits quietly still

When she looks back her stare could kill

People wonder at her history

Questioning perhaps a tragedy

But no one really knows the secrets inside of her soul

No tragedy in her past

No outward pain to see

Just the monster speaking fast

She just wants to be free

To eat means pain

So she must refrain

She's crying out to God

Fighting against the odds

She cries as she fights

Hand shakes as she eats

Breathes fast and light

Things must be neat

She no longer runs
She tries to have fun
she needs a release
for her new found energy
-Lorelei B.
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Annie August 20th, 2015

Dear @TheSirenCalledLorelei,

This poem is so intense and heartfelt. Amazing portrayal of a desperate state of mind.

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TheSirenCalledLorelei August 20th, 2015

Thank you @Annie I wrote it during a moment of hope in my eating disorder recovery. I actually put it to a melody kind of :)

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unsinkablespirit312 August 24th, 2015

@TheSirenCalledLorelei, I really loved your poem. It was profound and deep and genuine. Your words moved me to tears. I'm in recovery, as well. Not from an eating disorder, but from self harm. The tone of the poem and some of the phrases you used just really resonated with me. Thank you so much for sharing this. I feel less alone.

Stay strong, don't give up hope, and definitely keep writing. I wish you all the best in your recovery.

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