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!!
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
WOW.nicely written ❤️❤️❤️
@Duff26 Thank you for sharing with us. Your poem is amazing.
@Duff26, Touching and inspiring. And somehow . . . strengthening and revitalizing.
Thank you.
Thank you so much @Annie for your kind words of appreciation. :)
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?"
Nicely done
Thank you.
@RainorShine,
Loved it
@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
Thats so cool!
And also very well written
And mad poetic skills.
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.
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.
Wow. Amazing. Just amazing...
Thank you very much. This is one of the few poems I've wrote where I'm actually pretty happy and proud with it!
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)
Oh don't worry I'll never become a Vango... I'm just a very harsh self critic haha
Im both a harsh self critic and a prideful artist. 2 different personalities out of many i have. 😈😇
I'm not the sort of person to scream and shout about my own works, but I'll try and share the ones I write in the future on here
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
You're making me miss summer
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.
@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.
Thank you @Annie! Always a delight to encounter a kindred spirit :)
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)
@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! 
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.
How does it work here... can anyone give a short intro.
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.
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Comments on the poetry of other writers? Yes! Very welcome, as long as they're constructive and supportive.
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.
@pluckystrawberries, I like this a lot. It's . . . truthful.
It's a good reminder.
Yeah! N thnx💞💕
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
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
Dear @TheSirenCalledLorelei,
This poem is so intense and heartfelt. Amazing portrayal of a desperate state of mind.
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 :)
@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.