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!!
I hate feeling exposed.
I hate the
Insecurity that coincides with
the way you have opened yourself
For everyone to see.
The way you cant decide
how
To feel or who to be,
Cant remember if you
did
Anything that matters at all.
It leaves you wondering, Am
I
Just a fool to feel like this?,
And Should I just
let myself
waste away?,
Leaving you wishing that you
Didnt have to
get
Up, wishing that you werent
here,
And then doing the whole process
again.
@sepulchralRefuge
This is amazing. I love the structural composition that allows the meta-message. Wonderful!
@Annie
Thank you!! It's a style that Ellen Hopkins often uses in her poetry books. She's a spectacular author by the way, I would recommend checking her out. Her characters are all very real in my opinion
@sepulchralRefuge
Very cool. I'll keep a lookout for her work.
@sepulchralRefuge
wow thats how I feel I feel like that all the time your a scholar
@sepulchralRefuge I love this, spot on tyvm for sharing
We give so we can take
Our love a bottomless pit
Fall in
I'm here
Hungry for you
Together at last
Devouring energy
Stealing time
Making new worlds
Just to destroy them
Take my hand so I can pull you close
Turn on you when you need me most
---- your ---- up
A smile that says "You really get me"
Twin flames
Together forever
An eternity cycling in and out of existence
Past pain binds us
Damned to forever recreate it
Mine, yours, theirs
What's it matter?
It's always emptiness in the end
Alone in the dark of nothingness
I'll have you by my side
expletive deleted by forum mentor Annie
@fairmindedBalloon6827
*AGGRESSIVE SNAPPING* BRAVO FRIEND
Yes, love it! 
@fairmindedBalloon6827
Wow. This poem crackles with intensity!
I agree that "Past pain binds us." (Wonderfully expressed -- I love the alliteration and monosyllables that provide a stark staccato punch.)
And I know that we can be damned to recreate pain. But I also firmly believe that we can escape the cycle, cease creating more wounds. We can find comfort again,I think. Even joy.
And suddenly he left me. But that was okay. Because I am known to be the girl who can win the heart of another, But cannot keep it safe in her arms. I am known to be the girl who tries so hard to earn the love of another, And when it is won, I am known to --- up. I am complimented on my looks, But when asked about my love life, I would frown with heartbreak and grief, Because I am just another single, broken-hearted girl, Who tries so hard to be loved In order to love herself.
And maybe earning his love will change me, And maybe loosing his love will break me, But either way, I am just another girl who is strong; Broken; And unwanted.
I've given up
Lost it all
Can't believe
Ive made it
this far.
Away
I'll travel.
Good-bye.
I'll never survive
Anyway.
Dear @Meghlyn25,
This poem really touched me. The last line is especially moving.
(And please don't give up. You have a voice. You have things to say that matter.)
Just take my bleeding soul
Its all on me
My small heart black as coal
Taken for free
Scars for payment
Tears in my eyes
My pain, this Arrangement
Fear my Demise
@Blagfar
I found this powerful. And the use of rhyme is very interesting, unobtrusive.
And the metaphors, they might have seemed old but you've given them a new-ness that surprises me.
Love
Sounds like Laugh
And this is not the good kind of laugh anymore
but rather the hysterical kind.
I'm losing the point.
It doesn't heal. It doesnt help.
Nothing helps...
when you don't love yourself.
Nobody can reach you
when you don't love yourself.
Walls are built from within,
and only a few dedicated souls can get in -- barely.
But I bet they're bruised, battered, and slowly getting broken.
Just to reach you.
My love for you, I swore, was eternal.
I swore.
To grow up,
I swore to be better.
You promised the same, only to falter.
Where are you now?
Where will I lose you?
Why are you going back to the fort that consumed you?
Why choose death over life?
Why choose emptiness, despair, delirium over warmth and joy?
Is it easier?
That's it????
That's your only reason????
Ease...
Convenience...
....then maybe I'm just not worth it for you.
@weepingartist
Strong stuff. You've nailed important points about love, self-love, purpose. Bravo.
@Annie thank you so much, sorry for the late replies, 7 cups does notify me but idk where to find the tags because they don't direct to it. I've always been grateful of your supportive and honest feedback.
I think and I listen,
I scream and I cry,
None of which you're seeing,
For you're nowhere near my side.
But if we were sitting,
on each other's lap,
None of it would cross your eyes,
For none of it shows outside.
I wish you would listen,
hold me and sigh,
of course you were seeing,
for I'm always on your mind.
But for it to happen,
right here and right now,
I'd have to be dreaming,
for you're nowhere in sight.
@DuckBook
This poem touches a core feeling, a truth. Thanks for sharing your work.
This is my body. It is covered in sores and scars from when I had them before and yes they do still hurt.
But the hurt is the pain of them picking at my scabs asking why I don't just stop picking them myself.
And I can't tell them that it doesn't hurt when I do it it's just impulse like a third kiss. And they scrutinize my skin asking if I'm on drugs or if I have a sickness. Yes I have a sickness it's you and they're quick-to-judge-I-can't-help-you-but-I'm-curious-mentality. How they stare at my wounds and not at my eyes which are not the windows to my soul but they contain it.
My eyes are my telescopes, they let me see galaxies in other's. My eyes are my judgment and my scrutiny but they are also my love because I see you and my red and purple decorated body tightens and my heart which lets me see further temporarily stops. My feet take the weight of my heart and move me towards you because you see my galaxies instead of my individual stars.
Because my stars are my flaming Cardinal spots and my scars are the debris left behind when they die. Or heal and those are synonyms because to die is to be born as a scar on the universe's back.
Your scar travels around in your loved ones cortex's and in their brains they see your stars and they push them away because you are so much more than your scarlet circles of festering fire. This fire fuels my soul which is my eyes and when the fire runs out they can see your debris through they're telescopes and when they do they will name it and find it stunning.
@Flowersofevil
I love the innovative imagery! This poem has substance.
Now
When there is space and time…
Awful things creep in my mind
Lingering at night in bed
My thoughts fill with dread
Running, spinning out of control
Is there purpose or life in my soul
To whom I blame and to whom I plead
All are chosen, not surprisingly, by me
My parents were happy and devout
They shined brilliant light all about
They did not preach and gave us space
To find footing in this precarious place
So Almighty, where is her and him in me
Why is the decision tough to choose to be happy
For greatness is not found in those you overcome
But in the joy and effort when your best is done
I speak often of low expectations from others
Pressuring myself also does not help to discover
that when I say Almighty, I should not look above
But in my own self, Almighty is there and she is love
@TiredWithJoy
I love the interior exploration here and the process of discovery that takes place. Also, the technical aspects are impressive as well. Congratulations on such fine work.