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!!
@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. :)
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 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?"
@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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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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.