OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

@wolfgirl404, This is a beautiful poem, even though the subject matter is very dark.

There are a number of phrases I especially admire, but this one--wow:

My mind is killing me.

The truth and tragedy in that sentence -- stunning.

Beautiful words. You see something and say it.

@wingsbro137

This poem touched me deeply. I read it several times. I think many of us do that, we get so busy in our lives that, it's true, we don't notice the person who is struggling. We have good intentions, but we may not reach out enough to help.

(That's one of the reasons that 7 Cups of Tea is so great -- we get a chance to help, and be helped!)

No tears

All smiles

Infinite scars

Dry eyes

Rimmed in red

Wet pillow

Healthy body

Hidden alcohol

Truly sick

@pikachu12398

Spare, lean, economical -- but oh so much is communicated!

i really love this so much, warmth

Run

I run in sprints, not marathons,
What matters is, I run.
What matters is the distance passed
The line I'll cross when done
Of all this ceaseless running at
The end of this long race.
I want to run with proper form,
With poise and speed and grace.
I want to breathe without a hitch
As on the track I go
With proper pacing, blocking not
The race's even flow.
I want to have some time to rest
To cool my burning feet
And watch the others pass me by
Their finish line to meet.
I want to rest and feel no shame,
No guilt when I resume.
I want to run towards a goal
And not against a doom.

@harana

Wonderful, wonderful poem! Engaging, caught me up in the energy line after line!

Being in his presence makes me feel

as if a freight train hit me in the lungs.

I could get lost in his eyes.

Everytime I see his face or hear his voice

my lungs collapse in on themselves.

When he looks at me,

I think I could die.

I panic so much around him,

after I see him I feel

as if I ran a marathon.

His laugh makes me feel

like a giddy baby.

Having his approval feels like

my lifes meaning has been fulfilled.

I can't stand a day away.

I would explode with giddiness

if he felt the same.

IM SORRY

I'm sorry

I'm sorry I'm a monster

I'm sorry you can't see the regret in my eyes

But honey

Your not perfect either

And no one apologized for making me this way

@pikachu,

There is a poignant sorrow mixed with harshness that gives this poem power. And I think you're a beautiful poet, not a monster.

@pikachu12398

Never apologize for being you. Never see yourself as anything less than perfect. You are individual, a completely unique identity that can never be replicated again - how amazing is that? There is great strength and beauty within you - you're a survivor, not a monster. Don't let others bring you down, you're worth more than that.

The loneliness feeling

No one to share secrets

To talk about heartbreaks

The emptiness feeling

Hidden deep down

No one sees it

Soon enough

The shadow starts to disappear

The feeling is being alone

No on to turn to

No one to understand you

Nobody is here anymore.

Dear @Vietnumesemonkee, This poem about loneliness is heartfelt and beautiful. I really like it, even though it makes me feel sad.

"just take a deep breath"

@blehwhatever2

OH,

MY . . . .

This poem is amazing!!

How could I possibly have missed it the first time I read this page?!!

Clipped wings, repeated mistakes, betrayed, heart breaks

I was an angel once

All shiny and new

Innocent and naive

Clip

I loved my friends

I had many

Now I have one

Clip

I had a crush

Even a a relationship

Then my heart broke

Clip

I'd get better

I'd smile again

Then it'd repeat

Clip

I make a new friend

Grow a new crush

Repeat

Clip

She was my best friend

He broke me

Repeat

Clip

She wiped my tears

Heart break

Repeat

clip

She betrayed me

Heart break

Repeat

Clip

Betrayal

Heart break

Repeat

clip

@pikachu12398

I like this poem so much! Very clever, very meaningful. Sadly, very real.

EVERYONE WANTS HAPPINESS,😁

NO ONE WANTS PAIN;😭

BUT U CAN'T HAVE A RAINBOW🌈

WITHOUT A LITTLE RAIN.☔⚡

Never misuse the one

Who likes you....

Never say busy to the one

Who needs you......

Never cheat the one

Who really trusts you......

Never forget the one

Who always remembers you.!

@PluckyStrawberries3154, This sounds like really great advice, the best!

In a cold, lonely room,

She sits on the ground.

The tears pouring down her cheeks,

The pain in her eyes.

every night,

the same.

She doesn't know and,

maybe she never will.

But as she sits,

You stand

very

still.

sorry if it's horrible! I made it up as I went so I hope you guys like it (:

@beautifulWaterfall101

Thank you for sharing with us here. Will you be posting more of your poetry here?

@beautifulwaterfall101, I like it, especially like the last three lines! There is a shift and the poem takes on a stillness, just as the person is still. Very cool.

Too late

@amymarie17, One of the saddest things is when a parent, who's supposed to love and protect us, is unable to love us the way we need. Your poem really captures that sorrow.

I have sat beside the functional magnetic resonance

Imagining machines as part of what I do for dollars.

And I have looked at screens light up with colors

Instead of the source of light itself.

What the heck.

@shoegazing

Interesting thoughts! :)

Prelude

Move your lips

three breaths

towards

the sundown,

where I hide

all my secrets

beneath the padlock of my earring

embroidered with the gold,

silky thread

of sunlight.

@NataliaNectarine

I adore the sound of this and the unexpected turns of phrase!

Maybe I'm not much of a poet:

I might know it...

Just wanted to share,

That I really do care...

About the poetry shared here,

to me, this thread is so dear

Thank you to every poet that has posted here.

i don't know much about poetry but i wrote this around may!!

on your birthday I would spend time with you

you'd always talk idle talk

and I liked it every word of it

maybe we could've gone for a walk

though I love being in my room

I always know but I am always lonely too

i remember sitting in white stone

next to you for a while

whistling wind it was all sun and it made me smile

what an idiot i was

thank you for reading.

@fionaapples1997speech

I like this poem. It tells an interesting story. I can almost hear their conversation, see her sitting there. The feelings expressed here are finely delineated and very real.

Monster made of mistakes

Why be myself

I'm fragile

I'm broken

I get tore down

Exposed for everyone to see

They see all my tears

All of my scars

All of my failures

And from this

I've grown into something I hate

I'm a monster made of mistakes

@pikachu12398, Oh, this poem gets to my heart. Please don't believe these things. You are not a monster. You are beautiful.

Dusty Pages

Grievous hurt by my own hand,

Has dealt a brutal blow.

When does pain that runs so deep,

Ever cease to flow?

I once could walk upon the shore,

Staring at the placid sea,

But alas the tide has slid away,

As if taunting me.

The castle I built for you my true

Is gone for evermore,

You with all my hopes and dreams,

Escaped through the shattered door.

I often strummed the haunting tune,

Of what we might have been,

As the gnarled and crooked hand of his,

Kept pointing out my sin.

Alas, I stood and walked ahead,

With a steady but cautious gate,

To amble down the dusty trail,

Before I miss my fate.

My star to north that guided me,

When I was cold and lost,

Has led me to a better place,

Despite the grisly cost.

I gaze the sky and watch the moon,

Rise up from her sleepy rest.

Are you watching too my dear,

Are you East or West?

I wash the wreckage of my life,

To make a soft warm place,

For you to lay whilst in my arms,

Protected by God's good grace.

@Seany7411 - This is beautiful and warm and comforting. Thank you.

Story book

I wish my life was like a fairy tale

Instead of this reality

I wish there was princes and dragons

instead of pricks and thugs

I wish that at the end of all of this

There would be a happy ending

But instead there's nothing at the end of my journey

And my book is closing

My last page is turn out

The end