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!!
@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.
Sorry,
I didn't see enough,
To know you weren't okay.
Sorry,
I wasn't strong enough,
To push you along each day.
Sorry,
I couldn't help enough,
to make you understand.
Sorry,
I wasn't good enough,
To drag you up to land
Sorry,
I couldn't mend enough,
To fix all your scars.
Sorry,
I couldn't shine enough,
When you couldn't see the stars.
Sorry,
I was too selfish,
to worry about your trouble.
Sorry,
I couldn't lift enough,
To pick up all your rubble
Sorry,
I had other things,
That were taking up my time.
Sorry,
I wasn't understanding,
That you were losing your mind.
Sorry,
I wasn't noticing,
How you just wanted to leave.
Sorry,
I wasn't getting,
All the strength you needed to breathe.
Sorry,
I was busy,
I couldn't help right then.
Sorry,
I was blinded,
But I saw you in the end.
Beautiful words. You see something and say it.
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
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.
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.
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"
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
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 (:
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.
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.
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.
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