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!!
She was sly, he thought,
her smile curling into a secret,
her eyes reflecting in the inky darkness,
perhaps like a fox - moving with grace and cunning,
slinking along the pathway,
or perhaps more like a wolf,
fiercely protective of him,
with her chin tilted up as she walked slightly before him,
certainly she was a predator,
for she had caught him between her jaws,
forced him to submit to her insurmountable will,
she would probably have fit better in the wild,
the scent of grass and earth would cling to her,
for humans were too fake, too selfish, too absorbed in nothingness
to match her passion and ferocity,
and as he thought of what animal she had been in a past life
he realized how foolish humans were
to ever attribute emotions to other creatures
because they, like she,
were too wild to conform to mere words.
@CourageDearHeart
oh my god, the way this woman is described! It leaps from the page.
@Annie
Thank you so much! I'm glad she makes for a strong image :)
Trying to hold-
It' come again.
My dark midnight companion.
I feel the sadness and darkness mix with silence.
The place takes my voice.
I fight to stay positive and keep a smile
but these 4 dark walls make the world smaller.
You want to take my hand
but I hold back
self loathing seems safer
I hate having to start over again.
The music helps to keep me sane
the thought of losing makes me fight against my crazy.
I have friends I know they love and care
but still
this feeling remains.
I feel my mind getting darker.
I try and help you through your pain cuz I know what it feels like
We share a love who help those who are lost
But I'm just as lost most of the time.
I thought when I grew older this would get better.
I know there is light I know it will be okay
but reminding myself of this constantly is getting old.
I'll still try and smile and keep my head up.
But still this empty darkness frightens me.
I feel like sometimes the sadness will never end.
But still
I'll fight this darkness with a hopeful heart.
@batman4485
So much to love here. The part about holding back, self-loathing seems safer -- wow.
@Annie tyvm. as we all know here the struggle is real. Just trying to find something, anything to hold onto helps the darkness go away.
@batman4485
You are so right. And I think your poem will help others fight the darkness, especially the closing lines:
But still / I'll fight this darkness with a hopeful heart.
The strength in those beautiful lines is wonderful.
Depression.
They think it's just a word
They think it's just an excuse
They say "snap out of it"
Or "why can't you just be happy?"
I can't be happy.
My depression wraps me in a blanket of sadness so tight, I am physically unable to move.
To others,
It looks like I'm just being lazy
Or that I just want the attention.
But, don't you get it?
Attention is the last thing I want!
Depression makes me feel like
I'm being pulled to the bottom of the ocean.
Unable to breathe,
Unable to speak.
As I walk down the hallways of my school, I feel numb.
I feel completely hollow but also like my entire body is filled with cement.
It's like I'm stuck.
Glued to the ground.
Watching everyone pass me by and not being able to move.
That is what depression is to me.
Dear @Sophieanne6
What a Brilliant description of depression. Amazing imagery! The stigma of depression and lack of understanding of the suffering -- just makes it even worse to go through it.
Well done! I feel sure that many who read this poem will identify with what you've expressed.
(I realize that, when people are in the midst of terrible suffering, it may not be helpful to hear that it's possible to feel much better in the future. But, I'll just mention that, often, when we're young and do not have a lot of control over our circumstances in a very practical sense, we may have little chance of access to treatment; but, when we're older, we can often seek skilled prof'l help and experience real relief. It can be life-changing. I just want to suggest to those who are feeling this awful pain -- please don't give up, please hold on, there's hope.)
The time came and I hit a wall
Those around saw a noble's downfall
I'd had no sin I could confess
'Til red stains adorned my dress
The one before so white as snow
Torn in the woods where black winds blow
From maiden once righteous and pure
To sinner that no faith could cure
A life coated in darker paints
No longer one of the saints
But even if the sky falls and crashes
Even if my home was to burn to ashes
I can always find a new track
I can always grow new wings on my back
Though my heart stops with cramping pain
My old self I can still regain
The past horizon I have sighted
My past love still unrequited
@BloodHeart
I especially LOVE the line "I can grow new wings on my back."
With the strong beat created by the bold rhymes, I can just hear this poem proclaimed with a strong clear voice from a stage. The audience would go wild for it.
In This World
For those of you in this world
Who've never felt love before
For those of you in this world
Hating yourselves to the core
For those of you in this world
Who've been hated and used
For those of you in this world
Pushed around and abused
For those of you in this world
Hiding puffy, tear stained eyes
For those of you in this world
Telling finely spun white lies
For those of you in this world
Hiding truth from one another
For those of you in this world
Thinking you'll never recover
For those of you in this world
Broken and bent out of shape
For those of you in this world
No hope left except escape
For those of you in this world
Who seem to pass unheard
For those of us in this world
Who noticed that one word
@MoonofBrokenSpirits3823
This is SO strong and full of compassion. They rhythmic beat and bold rhymes compel attention to the message.\
(I have a question. In the last two lines there is a shift from "for those of you" to "for those of us," and I can't figure out the meaning of these two lines. Something is being provided for "those of you" who suffer, right? What is "the word"? I've missed something important -- can anyone help me figure it out?)
@Annie Thank you very much for the response, and I'm sorry for the late reply. "That one word" happens to be the word us. The simple change from you to us is not something many people notice and I wanted to see if anyone did notice the change by adding the last line to end it on a confusing note.
AN INTUITION
SOMETIMES I FEEL FROM INSIDE,
THAT IM IN THE WRONG SIDE,
I SENSE THE HEAT IN THE EYES,
HOT ENOUGH TO BURN A SILENT SKIES.
MY UNCONTROLLED THOUGHTS LEAD ME,
TO THE ANGRY BEAST IN SEA,
I FIGHT AND CRY THE DEVIL INSIDE,
HOPING THE GRASS WILL BE GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE.
MY FRIENDS ARE SILENT,
THEY NEVER SEEN ME VIOLENT,
I JUST WANT TO RUNAWAY,
SO I DONT NEED TO LIVE THIS WAY ANOTHER DAY.
I CRY IN DARK
BROKEN IN HEART
WILL MY MISTAKES BE EXCUSED
FOR THE ONE I CAN BE ACCUSED....
IM SORRY TO BE A DISGRACE TO YOU...DAD..
@ve99, this breaks my heart.
I remember wanting to run away from everything when I was young. Maybe not the same as you feel it, but an overwhelming yearning to get away from the pain and all the questions, just get away from it.
I hope you can see the grace inside you. You're not a disgrace but a wonderful light-filled human being. And if someone can't fully see that light, the problem is with their vision, their ability to see, not with you.
I am the wind, not of this earth, I dont stop at anyplace,
And even if I do, I dont stay there...
I am carrying twings on my wings...
I have no home...
I'm tired
Of always being the one to fall
For once
I ask your dear god, for once
May my wounded heart receive Justice?
Why curse me?
What did I do to deserve this?
For heartbreak after heartbreak
Has left me bitter
I've lost belief if what was once so pure
Will my wounded heart ever receive Justice?
I ask you dear god
I call you
I scream to you
But all I hear in return
Is silence
@Wanderer09, This cry from the heart is so compelling.
Your poem reminds me of a sonnet by Shakespeare that includes these lines:
"When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes.
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries . . ."
Your poem has the same sense of being abandoned by god, and it's heart-wrenching. I hope you'll share more of your work.
I feel as though I am just a tree one of many in the forest that bleed
The pull is a need one that's deep within me
When it takes hold the crossroads or cold
Its thick in the evening just as the sun is leaving
It touches your mind with a thousand hot knives
You should shatter this place
Tear it down today and everyday
@Maxlexie2, This poems has such vivid images!
And I love the rhythmic strength of this line: "The pull is a need, one that's deep within me." Wonderful.
Cold skin, and tainted white linens
Breathtaking romantic gimmicks
Wrapped in lace with blood on their face
Grand mistakes, no golden grace.
Withering thoughts that decompose and rot
Now finding themselves in graves of notions
Drowning in endless thoughts and stained emotions
Dripping from my lies, is my blood dark blue and thick like glue making my heart
Barely move
Dragging me down to the deep deep red
Barely living life my youth practically dead
Grasping for life, wanting to be with the one they assume will be my "wife".
But he is not, he is the only man I want
Grooming is not condition in this relationship for the living.
It is overflowing with love not twisted mental conditions
You stare in anticipation for blood to hit the pavement, but you will be sorely mistaken.
I do not deny that our love could soon die, but I swear our friendship will live on.
You don't see that my heart ache is ignited by your judgmental gaze
I can see it in your eyes every time two wives are in your line of sight
Your not so subtle glances towards me ... But I just walk on so you don't see the weakness in my knees
All I want is for you to see that he doesn't just love my body
How he treats me like I'm the only one he wants and needs
Acting as if he is in a never ending dream
Making me feel as if I'm better then I will ever truly be.
So now I don't expect you to understand, and I'm sorry to disrupt all your plans.
But for now, with my love is where I shall stand...
Dear @BouncyBall -- wow!
I was especially struck by the sharp contrast between the romantic notions of lace and linen and golden grace with the images of blood and rot. The angst of a hidden love and the plea for others to understand what real, important love is -- strong stuff.
I hope you'll write more and keep sharing with us.