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!!
* Trigger Warning *
Looks like I wrote two tonight, so here, have another!
This vessel, though another spirit
Witnessed your briny beads drenching its bedstead
A frustrated and fatigued phantom
Stared through your despair
And washed his hands
It peered at agony it could not grasp
Bound by blood to other banshees
Blessed by blissful ignorance
Denying and defying
The destiny it dared not dance
Lacking light, there lives no shadow
Though without shade, light still can glow
At long last, the demon exorcised
Yet on its path, it took your body
And Mary chose to bloody me
@overdrive, this one shook me.
I didn't understand every phrase, but the parts I did understand are amazing.
I love the condensed, concentrated language and the rich, layered metaphors.
@Annie : Thank you! The beautiful thing about poetry is that you don't have to understand every part in the same way the author meant it. If you read it and create a completely different explanation around it, it's just as valid an interpretation as the one the author had in mind :)
On another note: A trigger warning got added to my message. I'd add them in the future myself, but I thought they only applied to mentions of suicide or self-harm. Can anyone tell me what the warning is about, so I can avoid not putting one in the future?
I thought you were the one.
The one who stole my love.
Who said you'd never hurt me.
Who said it couldn't be undone.
The truth is you were lying.
Making more of nothing true.
Trying to hide the monster,
Hidden inside of you.
We all have the monster hiding.
Most people keep it suppressed.
Yours comes from self loathing.
It should be kept at rest.
Now it's sad but finished.
You say it can't be true.
Your threats are like ammunition.
We're at war, do not misconstrue.
When the heart is done, it's done.
Best hope for no hatred or disdain.
A wish to keep memories intact.
Full of love and absent from pain
@Englandlove11 Your poem is beautiful...thank you for sharing it with us here.
Thank you lily!
this is a beautiful poem, a very sad story. but the last paragraph is filled with love and grace, and void of bitterness. I liked this poem a lot, thank you for sharing :)
Whenever you're alone or feeling scared.
Look out at the moon, because I see it too.
If the moon's not there, and you find the rain.
Go out and feel it. Because I feel it too.
But if instead the sun is out, and you can feel its warmth.
Smile.
Because of your smile, I feel it too.
Yet if the sun's too hot, or the rains too cold, and if the moon just wont show.
Then look in the mirror, and Love who you see.
Because I Love her too.
@Seany7411 Your poem conveys so much, and made me smile. Thank you.
I really enjoyed your poem. I've felt like that before about seeing the same moon.
Thank you for the kind comments :) I wrote this to her just before she died a few years ago, and she loved it. now when I read it, I feel as if she's saying it to me instead. and that gives me some measure of peace. thank you for reading :)
My musical therapy
When ever I'm in pain
I put down the razors
And plug in my ear phones
I sing along to your wisdom
I let my eyes drift close
I let your notes wrap around my scars
You make me feel better
In ways humans can't
Your my musical therapist
@pikachu12398
I love this!!
Her laughs turned into cries.
Those were cries of pain.
Her friends asked
what was wrong and
she whispered to them
"Depression is like wind.
It blows out people's happiness and
my flame
just went out
by the wind."
@HauntingFeelings00
Beautifully said, and very true.
They're monsters n her closet
Who only come out at night
They tease her and make fun of her
Through out the night
She breathes quietly
Afraid they'll get her
But once she looked in the closet
They were no where to be in sight
She heard them behind her
Believing the monster were inside her
But really
The monster were her fear.
Dear @FindingAWay5011, Although a little fear can help keep us safe, sometimes a fear can be so powerful it paralyzes us -- keeps us from living fully.
Your poem highlights how fear can have a terrible grip on us . . . .
I've always
listened
to your secrets,
but you've never
wanted
to listen
to mine.
Dear @piunpeun, This gentle statement is very short and simple, but it carries a world of hurt, I think. That kind of imbalance of generosity -- it tells us a great deal about a relationship, doesn't it?
TRIGGER WARNING: Child Sexual Abuse
who are we?
we are the pain seeping through us every day
leaking into our blood
poisoning our core
eroding our essence
locking us inside the pieces of a home we never really knew
i am a wounded heart
a body scarred
fear digs into me deeply
embedded in my mind and flesh
an eternal mark, saying:
I am wreckage. Do not salvage me.
she is
a smile painted on
a disgraceful face rearranged
into ‘why would he?
‘how could they not?
words unspoken
and tears that fall heavily
onto quivering lips no longer pure
twisting her into painful waves
trembling in the feelings
of memories that chain me forever
who are we?
she was a good time
a good girl
all the right body parts to satisfy you
and i am worthless trash
dispose of me
you say I have no feelings
you are our every nightmare
but we are your life
what your best dreams are made of
we are parts of you
who are we?
we are hands that harm us
holding us down in unison
words like weapons, warning us
this is our little game
we are secrets that silence us
the voice of darkness that whispers
he loves me in the dead of night
we are
the breath of life
bleeding out beneath you
we are the rising sun of daylight
where no reassurance is offered
where no comfort lives
only more hurt
a pressure for perfection
a promise for silence
that is painful to the touch
we are tangled up in your obsession
living the lie is killing us
we are the lack of love
a soul feeling broken
while he is masquerading
with a perfect façade
underneath it all
we are an empty blackness
under the weight of the world
she is lifeless
dying from the thirst
and i am drowning beneath the waves
fighting to stay alive
there is no one paying attention
why doesnt anyone care?
who are we?
we are their daughter
terrified and trapped
all alone
we are nobody
we are nameless
Dear @unsinkableSpirit312, It hurt to read this poem -- the child's emotions are so real and so intensely painful. You eloquently portray the confusion and feelings of having little intrinsic worth. (deep sigh) Thank you for having the courage to share it with us.
@Annie, thank you. It's so frightening to share your most vulnerable emotions for everyone to read, but I feel it's also liberating in a way. Though it upsets me that anyone understands these same feelings and can empathize with this kind of pain, it makes me feel better that I'm not alone. Thank you for reading my poem and responding. I appreciate it a lot.
Why do you hate me?
Why do you bash me so?
I've always tried to respect you,
and be my best. though,
It's never enough.
Never good enough for you.
I do my best to help,
to succumb what is left.
I'm stuck cleaning,
this beaten down nest.
So why do you hate me?
Why do you push me down?
It seems to me my head is buried
deep
under
ground
*Hugs* Don't worry about the haters, the fakers, the two-faced manipulators. You are stronger, braver, and better than any of them could ever dream of being. Here, you are one of us. Someone who wears shining armor is a man or woman who hasn't put their metal to use. Have pride in your battles and victories. You are a survivor. And we will always be here for you.
Some creative ways to create a poem
Newspaper blackout poems - where you colour in a newspaper page with black, and only leave key words in to complete your peom.
