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!!
Struck on those eyes
my heart once again
that love that fear
that care that innocence
was all again the same
just like another me
sitting in front of me
all those emotions were
half hidden half bare
superman to butterflies
remote cars to video games
its an another me
sitting in front of me again
I wish that love for me
and that care for me to gain
no fear no tear
just a laugh to begin
with you being another me
sitting in front of me.
@ResilientLucky
Powerful and moving.
Superman to butterflies -- wonderful!
I have tread on by myself
for so long
that I do not know
how to match my pace
to that of another.
Please be patient
as I learn the gait of your stride,
the rhythm of your feet,
the swing of your arms.
I have carried this weight
for as long as I can remember.
When I handed it off to another
I got it back with more piled atop.
So please smile at me,
and let me hand you pieces slowly
as we journey on together.
Accept them and offer your own back to me
so that our steps fall together
under the combined weight.
Im not really sure where I want to go
so point out new paths,
explore the unknown with me.
Convince my cautious mind
that it is not a risk,
but rather an adventure.
@CourageDearHeart
There is so much truth here. I love the speaker's vulnerability and sweet requests for a way of journeying with a new love. There is a gentle wisdom that I adore.
More, please!
A different home:
Home is where the heart is
But what If it not at your home
How can you call it a home?
A different home with strangers
That you get closer to than your own
They fill the gaps, where there were holes
It becomes your home
The strings in your heart become torn
Because you can't understand your love
How do you chose
Without being untrue
You do anything to stay at that home
Even if you gotta lose more of your own
To stay at a different home
Thanks guys! Hope you like. :)
Tell me if i should write more and what to work on.
@placidPineapple63
Definitely keep writing! This is complex and questing. It is so true that we sometimes find more of a real home with people who appreciate us and give us real warmth, than with our original family.
I can't think of anything to work on -- just keep sharing your thoughts! I'm looking forward to seeing more of your work.
Dear @Duff26
It's nice to see your work again. I've been away for a while.
I really like what you've done with the concept of "the last one standing."
[TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM]
9 Nov 2015
I long for the days
When it didnt matter
Why I was crying or
Why I feel sad
There didnt have to
Be a reason
I could simply say
I dont know why Im crying
And there were arms
To hold me tight
Lips to kiss away the tears
Love to make me forget.
9 nov 2015
I take my blade in one hand
Wrap a rubberband around the other
Soon the veins pop up
Nice and blue
Theyve never looked
More appealing or
Inviting, almost begging me
To press down
Hard enough to release
The blood from its constricted
Home, to let it run free
16 Nov 2015
With the blade in one hand
And one slit of the wrist
My pain will drip away
Like the blood upon my wrist
The wrist inflicted with cuts and scars
That I enjoyed way too quickly but
Soon reminds me of everyday pain
A simple slit to the wrist
Clears my thoughts steadys my hands
And helps me cope
But its taking more and more
Cuts to get lost in the darkness
That has soothed and comforted for
so long
@jewelsashes
Oh, my . . . so vivid. And moving.
And technically skillful in the rhythms and images, I thought.
I wanted you and
Those feelings left me in the dark
I loved you and
Loving you left a hole in my heart
I needed you but
Needing you left my arms feeling lonely
I would have done anything for you
Those feelings would have allowed me
To commit suicide
I was in love with you but
That left me feeling a lot of hurt and pain
Now I am listening to a song I gave you
I gave it to you from my heart
And I put my heart on my sleeve
So everybody could rape me of my feelings
Because truly deep inside
You could never face your own
Yeah sure
A teardrop falls now and then
But I put them where
The other thousands of tears have fell
Put them in my heart
Where the place of you is no longer there
And make out of each and every one of them
Every tear
A beautiful palace
A palace where your memory
Can live on forever
@jewelsashes
This packed a punch.
The concepts of the public pain contrasted to the private suffering are strong. And the building of a palace of tears where the memory lives on forever. Wow.
Beware of boys with silver tongues, that play guitar and beat the drums. He'll use his voice for evil deeds,
His mind will change at lightning speeds.
His songs will whisper inside your head,
resonating until you're dead.
They'll make you laugh but cause you tears
When he sings to another's ears.
He'll pluck your heartstrings like a guitar
Convince you that you're going far
You'll think that he may be the one
Special, loving, and so much fun.
You'll love that he smiles and holds you hand
When really you're just another fan
So when he serenades you take care, take care
Singer sounds like liar and I'm telling you beware
@Raindroplyfe
Powerful imagery of music and musicians, combined with strong rhythms. Very cool.
[Trigger warning: self harm, suicide]
I've been digging for seven hours just to know that I only have two left.
You've told me I'm no good and overdramatic. I'm starting to realize that I'm just the sidewalk that your walking all over. "No one is ever going to love you" The only thing loving me is my misery. I look and see a failure to my parents, friends, and myself. I only start to fall deeper into the hole to know that I'm not going to find home at the bottom. Im surrounded by the the things that are killing me. You, the blades I put to my wrist, the rope I rap around my neck, the needles I stick into my thighs, the toxic chemicals I inhale. I can't stop replaying your voice telling me just to give up. Its time to make the voice in my head stop and my heart too.
If I hold you tight will you fight
Will you stay if I tell you to go
Do you here my whispered plea
Can I give u all of me
Take it all and burn for me
Or push and run from me
Can you see what's really there
The pain and nightmares deep inside
Will u fight the demons or embrace there sins
Can I trust you with all that I am
I may drift forever before I can
I wish one day you can see I am me
@Maxlexie2
I like the intensity here. The yearning to be seen for who we really are, and to trust another.
In the middle of the fog
the wind is whispering
if you feel it you'll know it
this is the home you wanted
@ReganT
The sounds that the words make -- beautiful. I love the last line. It echoes and echoes. So much there in so few lines!
Same old empty feeling
Staring at your ceilings
Legs pushed in the air
Knowing you don't care
You won't make weekend plans with me
Painfully obvious I've become plan b
Why do I even want your company
And ask "can we still have dinner?"
Knew how you were but still I fell
Gets you off to put me through hell
Dead sure I'll never end up the winner
Why do I even come here
Devils whispering in my ear
Pulling at my panties
Thought you'd up the ante
Telling me I'm yours
More like the fool de'jour
Stringing me along so i wait around
While you're running all over town
Chasing your latest A list p*ssy down
And you say "maybe I'll drop by later? "
Doesn't close the door to be kind
Takes her calls just to f*ck with my mind
Whispers lovely things that makes me hate her
Tonight I make you say my name
So you can't play that little game
The one where it's not me
The one where she's who you see
Can't seem too greedy
Didnt want to appear needy
But I really need to know
On 2nd thought I'll just go
Can't hold my jealousy and I'd like to fight
He texts me back that I have no right
But are we good for Tuesday night
He asks "Is it cool if he sleeps over?"
How is loneliness worse than this lie
F*ck off should be my only reply
But I key back "ok lover"
@fairmindedBalloon6827
So powerful. Images that caught my breath. Wow.
Lost inside my own head
A world almost all its own
Dark malicious thoughts
Live deep deep inside
Lost inside my own head
Im stuck no way out
The door has been locked
Lost inside my own head
No one here but me
All by myself
Lost inside my own head
No one dare try to enter
They would never look
At me the same again
Lost inside my own head
If my mind makes me lose myself, who will I be?
Is it truly my mind or something unseen?
Im afraid to think anymore, afraid to move, breathe, sleep.
Afraid that if I'm not in control, someone else will be.
I'm terrified of being used. Shaken at the thought of hurting others.
I grew up wanting to save the world, protect my loved ones and even strangers.
The very thought of hurting anyone, especially them, frightens me.
Everything in this world frightens me.
@Grimmy101
This poem presents whirls of fear, expressed so vividly I found myself holding my breath. Amazing.
O, black crow of fear,
leave the socket of my eye!
Leave, while there's still time.
My voice flies high,
where the deaths of unborn children nest,
where dark stars rip the celestial sphere.
I leave my fear to the land
anticipating wheat.
I leave my fear to the mother
fearing for her child.
Silence!
My voice is thundering
for I love. I love like a moth
with half-burnt wings,
like the truth uncovering itself,
like a woman who has no fear.
@NataliaNectarine
Yikes the first two lines pack a punch!
The whole thing is awesome.
Possible TriggerWarning for self harm
I may have gone several weeks
without harming my skin
no cuts, no bruises, no burns
not a mark was left on my body
but that doesnt mean i was done hurting myself
I wasnt done harming my head
with cruel words, cruel thoughts, cruel intentions
the marks were all in my mind
@MatchIntoWater
Oh. this is so true .... And those kinds of wounds leave scars that may be worse perhaps?
(Trigger Warning: self harm, suicide)
I tried to write nothing as best as I could
I felt the world deserved silence after the attacks the Daesh pulled.
I tried to be strong,
tried to hold back and put my strength up as long as I could.
But the truth is,
now I have a left arm,
with scratches and bruises
of a suicidal coward.
Covering it with a shoddy drawing
of a red arrow with swirling blue flames...
But this time I really wanted it to hurt,
Maybe it's the start of my obsession with
ink nibs dotting my skin.
Then poorly masking it with gel pen ink.
After I come to my senses, and the coward kicks in.
A cycle of personal abuse.
Kill yourself kill yourself
i can't I can't
So I come out with bruises and scratches...
Poorly covered with depressed "art"
I guess you could call it
Tattoos for the broke, lonely, sick girl in Asia.
@weepingartist
Oh my god, the intensity. The pain. . . . Your stark honesty compels my admiration again, it really does.
(You know we care about you, right? Please try to be good to yourself, okay?)
Hiding his face behind a mask
The man goes through life
People accept the person he pretends to be
Yet reject the person that he wants to be
Cracks appear in the mask like thunder on a stormy night
How much longer will it last?
It is not always that the man wears his mask
Though time has told him it was for the best
Exhausted, the man continues his lonely dance
Because what else can he do, but fix his mask time and time again
He stopped for a moment to look in the mirror and catches a glance
Of what he could have been but will never be
His own man
@Cheeney This is my first attempt at poetry so feedback is much appreciated :)
Down a one way street,
Passing another's beautiful past,
Instead of stopping to greet,
Flags go half mast.
Instead of setting sail
For an unknown bounty,
Gathering dust
Sits a cup of brown tea.
A map is covered in laugh lines,
Destination unknown.
Border police hand fines
In hand, while angry bombs are flown.
Under French eyes Insouciance
A small "we" and large "We" defiant
Trade love letters of hate and resistance.
It is tragic how skin, then bones are pliant.
It's tragic how skin and bones are pliant.
seemsame 11/2015 Paris