OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

@weepingartist,

Kind? It doesn't feel like kindness . . . just observations of what I see in front of me. But of course, it's very gracious of you, and you're welcome!

they all seem positive observations. and from someone who doesnt get that much it IS kindness. :)

@weeping artist

this is unbelievably good

thank you..

Hold me close

Dedicated to my dear angel, goddess, and love, Kali.

Hold me, hold me

Oh, of only

Just as one night so cold

I dare say this so bold

I wish you keep me near my love

My angel such as goddess above

Hold me close, hold me close

If even you could be near or both

If i could see you once again

But at least you are not dead

Hold me close

Please hold me close

The next time i see you

Before i choke

On words that i never spoke

Not in person oh my angel

I love you

I miss you

I think im in love

I suppose id be correct

If these feelings I'd disect

I'd get no closer but to their death

Id die with them

Just hold me close

I ask for no more

You and i

And all who spy

Know I'm in love

But you needn't go on

Just hold me close

Is all i ask

So easily cold

But in your warmth i bask

For in your eyes

Though to the tough

I am warm

I'm hollow much

Im cold.and none

Your warm and thaw

My hollow self

You're all i love

Please hold me close

Just hold me close

@politespring1022, the raw honesty and need knocks me out. Well done!

Thank you. Its this kind of enjoyment for my work that fuels me. Comments=thought. Thought+Circumstances=More poetry

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

@Duff26

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

@politeSpring1022

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)

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

Da Vinci even, whoops

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

@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,

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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.