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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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Knaiv August 12th, 2015

Heartburn
Acid
Trip
Cut clay from earth
and piss in the river I'm standing in
There's no point to this [excrement]
Ascend to a meaning that's outside the grip
tell me the educated guess don't slip
The scale won't tip
and the model of the universe
Got the vote
But its betting on everyone else's ignorance
the narrative that's believable
I can consider it
Gays are like this
Girls all like this
Transexuals stand for binaries of sex
Bind me to a text
that still can't describe what I feel yet
I feel bent watching a screen spewing out mindsets
Uncertainties in fine print
Assumptions come alive here
The truth is more complex than my eyes can align with
Depression is so blinding
sometimes

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Annie August 20th, 2015

@Knaiv, Passionate and expressive!

These lines are among my favorites:

watching a screen spewing out mindsets
Uncertainties in fine print

heart

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Risen2498 August 12th, 2015

At times I have tried to convey my feelings, but
I never knew how to do it. I have tried to get close
without succeeding and it makes me wonder if I
ever will. Sometimes I cant stop worrying about
you, but it makes me think if you worry about me.

If only my tears would help you see how much
I care about you. I cry for you, when you dont cry
about your pain and hurt. I wish in every tear falling
it would represent my feelings for you and what Im
not able to convey.

You display toughness, but I can feel pain inside
of you. The world may have many mysteries, but I
feel you could have more. I always clinch my fist
without knowing what to do as I ran away from
you while my tears falls.

I display vulnerability when it comes to you, makes
me fragile, but I cant stop it when it comes to you.
I have shed tears in silence, so tomorrow I can protect
you in my own way. Theres not a place I rather be than
here with you.

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Annie August 15th, 2015

@Risen2498, these poems read like the most amazing love letters! Gentle and devoted and gorgeous.

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Risen2498 August 16th, 2015

Thanks Annie, your words means so much to me as a writer and a person. Thank you so much I truly appreciate it.

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Elinxs27 August 12th, 2015

Soften

You inspect my face, searching for clues, but you cannot find, the secrets I hide. Touch my face, Come real close, and whisper, whisper in my ear.
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braveSugar7964 August 12th, 2015

Beautiful, thank you.

Lilylistens August 13th, 2015

@Elinxs27 Lovely. Thank you for sharing this.

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Annie August 20th, 2015

@Elinxs27

LOVE THIS! smiley

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Overdrive August 13th, 2015

I smell like you.
I talk like you.
I walk like you.
I yell like you.

I sleep like you.
I breathe like you.
I bleed like you.
I weep like you.

Yet I'm not like you.
Nor do I aspire to be.
I don't want to be you, but I want to be one of you.
Can you see beyond my camouflage?
Can you accept me as one of your own?

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politeSpring1022 August 13th, 2015

@Overdrive,

I think I can relate to this.

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mangaka August 13th, 2015

Angel Puppet

Pull my strings,

Tear my wings,

Create play time scars,

Isolate me from the stars,

Do all this,

Yet me, when you leave me, you always forget and miss.

All memories are faded,

My existence is outdated,

For I'm not your puppet anymore,

My strings you've pulled are cut,

My innocence is closed shut.

My wooden skin,

Is shedding thin,

My fine paint,

Would be nothing but taint,

I rot,

And there's nothing I sought,

For I followed your commands,

Took care of your demands.

With you, I was forced to play,

Every single day,

When you were done,

You threw me away,

My thoughts, I'm still not able to say,

You control my speech,

I feel like I'm full of toxins, waste, poison, and bleach,

Im confined to a blindfold,

The only things I do, are the actions I am told,

Yet deep inside my heart,

I am shattered to a million pieces, only reduced to a blood stained shard,

One day, I'll break free.

One day, I can be me.

One day, I'll sew my wings,

With memories and miracles, those faithful things,

My rage still blazes on,

Death is still wished me upon,

I am a puppet,

and I don't love it.

I am an angel,

but there's nothing to covet.

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Monarda August 13th, 2015

This was beautiful! I love it so much, it's so touching.

Annie August 15th, 2015

@mangaka, another thought-provoking poem! Beautiful. heart

mangaka August 16th, 2015

Thanks everyone! it was a metaphor to highlight the thoughts of a rape/ sex slave victim. i watched a documentary about it happening in cambodia, and i decided to write a poem about it !

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Annie August 16th, 2015

@mangaka, now that I know the background, I admire this poem even more!

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Nicola2468 August 13th, 2015
"I promise...."

Everybody's the same,

We all play the same game.

We act like we're okay, fine, alright,

When we're actually struggling to see the light.

Every road's the same,

It all leads to that dreaded pain.

And how if feels like no one cares.

That's not true, everyone does,

But we never experience that special buzz,

The buzz you get when you're happy and carefree,

When the light is finally there to see.

I haven't reached this point just yet,

But if I do, I'll never forget.

Forget the promise once made to me,

Making the light finally there to see.

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Annie August 15th, 2015

@Nicola2468, this poem reminds me of the way that people seemed when I was 17: "act like we're okay, fine, alright, / When we're actually struggling to see the light." It is difficult-- so many people struggling but everyone pretending! You hit a real chord.

(I think that the pain doesn't necessarily persist, however. I think it is possible to find more truth and more light as we grow older and we learn to be our real selves and cease pretending.) smiley

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Farrelly August 13th, 2015

Its has been a long time since I have seen you or chatted.

I sometimes forget the sound of your voice, or the smell of your perfume.

I still think about you all the time,

Well I guess I'm trying to say,

I hope you are doing fine.

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politeSpring1022 August 13th, 2015

I can understand where you're coming from. I've been throgh similar situations. It won't get better... But you will get stronger.

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politeSpring1022 August 13th, 2015

God

Goddess

And Hellish lord

My God forgive me for my sins

My Goddess love me grown so dim

And my Dark Lord Satan reward me then

For idolatry and the price of Hell

My God

My Goddess

And my Hellish Lord

On this page my soul outpoured

One showed me mercy coating sins oer

One is the one that I adore

One is the one that gave me reward

Stuck in three worlds

I give prayer to them all

Respect for the savior

Love for my everything

Hailing the Dark King

Subjecting to idolatry

August 14th, 2015

360 to 180

For seven years now,
my life spun out of control.
Like a top, or an empty
spinning bottle,

I was taken by life with such force
with choices I wasn't fully

thinking

of the consequences...

That drained me,
emptied me,
which made it easy
to keep me spinning.

I was out of control, full of want,
I beg, I reach my hand out for alms
only to have spit on my face.

I kept wandering, begging,
offering something I don't have,
seeking for it on people without good intentions.

Then at some point,
It wasn't a crash
But a slight bump,
A gentle nudge
It slowed down
and came to a final turn

The same way your bottle stopped,
and made one last turn,
Both of us facing the right direction.

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August 14th, 2015

Carbon Copy

But not exactly,

She's placed on a pedestal

So high, so far,

Yet the distance does not diminish

The fact of how beautiful she is.

Even the clouds, shroud upon her

Like a compliment from the heavens.

She gave birth to me,

and yet, all my life, I really cannot see.

They blame me for this blindness

"Why can't she just get over it?"

"Do something about it, then."

As if it's the simplest thing to do,

Even when they are the same people

telling me I cannot match up to such a sight.

I never was truly called beautiful in the most sincere way

There's always something to fix.

There is always something lacking.

But the muse that has brought me into this miserable world,

Never had to deal with this.

Words of praise just fall upon her,

that even God himself blessed her with the name "beautiful".

Her mother before her was also a muse,

and this makes me feel

like I broke a pattern that was sacred.

It does not help, how my own father

relentlessly compared me to her,

and other women that were on pedestals.

Questioning me why I can't climb one,

forcing me to make one of my own to stand on.

I just end up standing there on the lowly ground,

bewildered, confused, lost...

"How am I supposed to stand on something that doesn't exist for me?"

"How can I make one as high as hers when all I have is sand?"

"How can I build on something that is constantly destroyed?"

23 going 24

and until now I feel

I'm fighting an uphill battle

that will just send me back further down to hell

on the other side.


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Annie August 15th, 2015

@weepingartist, I love 360 to 180. It's wonderful and deep and made me gasp with a ha.

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neededsavingg August 15th, 2015

@weeping artist

this is unbelievably good

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August 17th, 2015

thank you..

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politeSpring1022 August 14th, 2015

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

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Annie August 15th, 2015

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

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politeSpring1022 August 15th, 2015

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

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