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 see u in my dreams
I feel u in the shadows
I know u are still here
Instilling me with fear
That's what you do best
For those that wield pain and hatred
Seem to live on forever
For those who suffer and love
Life is never long enough
@Maxlexie2
This is hauntingly beautiful.
Yummy, so much goodies,
Cakes, buns, pies and doughnuts,
I jump with joy and laugh,
I am in heaven.
I reach for a blueberry cake,
I reach for a chocolate doughnut,
I reach for a lemon pie,
I am in heaven.
I am ogling and drooling,
I am dying for a bite,
Yet I am not tasting,
I am still in heaven ?
My mind is like a calculator,
speeding up to count the calories ,
Aww.. this is hard.
I am in heaven, right?
Eat healthy to stay healthy,
Your health is your responsibility,
Make a wise choice,
Yeah, I am in heaven after all.
Enjoy but don't indulge,
Savor don't gulp down,
Appreciate and be aware,
Cause I love this heaven of mine.
@faithlove1111
This definitely made me smile. (And I must admit, after a holiday of indulging in sweets, I'm rethinking what it really means to be good to myself.)
@Annie
My dear boy do you not understand?
My love for you is unconditional
You can always tell me anything
I may be disappointed or upset
But never will I deny you my love
You will make mistakes and fall
You will succeed and stand tall
For no matter how far you fall
I will always help you stand tall
We will all wade through the darkness
Some many more times than others
But you my dear boy will never be alone
I will stand with you through it all
My love for you is unconditional
@Maxlexie2, Such a strong fortress and shelter of unconditional love. Wow.
Loving the Two - The Writer in an Artist
Hold on, for she will, undoubtedly
Rip you to pieces
To rewrite you pages, wholeheartedly
Shell ventures the farthest corners
The ones too dark to know
And soothe the demons like no other lover
What was it like to be shredded to pieces
Only to be made whole again
Your soul naked and bare,
With nothing but love to gain
What was it like to be put in pages for others to read
Of the honest endearments
She fiercely shared
As hopelessly romantic moments.
It was nothing short of a dream
With endless banter
To be loved by one so fierceless
Who spilled like a mad ranter
With passion and fire overflowing her veins,
Rushing through her senses
No longer keeping her sane.
But sanity was much overrated
For a lover so true..
But honestly jaded.
But she's an artist with a story to write
Like an honest writer,
Her words are yet, her biggest fight.
Yours Truly
The Birdy Called Duff
.♥.
@Duff26
Dear Duff, I love the intense passion here, the rushing pulsing language!
So much to admire. I especially liked the phrase mad ranter and the new word fierceless. You rock.
@Annie Oh thank you so much for your kind words love.. :)
I'm all "tried" out, I'm SO done I shout-I'm sick of excuses and lies.
I'll change you rant, because lose you I can't-I respond with a roll of my eyes.
Here we go once again, I think in my head-the same speech recited each time.
I can change please you'll see, I'm not who you think me to be -it's always the same party line.
I'll make it up to you, lies...
I'll make you proud of me again, lies again...
I'm not this monster you think I am, more lies...
Why won't you believe me...the lies.
Eyes too tired to cry, heart too broken to try-I need to go find the peace that I seek.
I must be moving along, the trust is all gone-there is only six words left to speak....
Goodbye...to you and your lies.
@creativeWalker987
Wow. All "tried" out -- so much more than a clever phrase--it's absolutely true! The repetition of "lies" is surprisingly effective, as is the use of rhyme. And the last lines are so musical and rhythmic, rich with lovely sounds -- it all adds to the power of the message.
Driver
I am a driver
That's what I always wanted to be
All the things I see
You wouldn't believe
The road is often long
With no destination in sight
But that's how I like it
Just me and the ride
My car roars like an angry tiger
Turning heads as I drive by
Usually followed with a big sigh
The louder the better, I always say
If you hear me coming, you better make way
Someone's life may be on the line
For I am an ambulance driver
And this is my time
@Cheeney, this has such lovely sounds. Amazing assonance with all the long i's (I, driver, I, sight, I like, ride, tiger, I drive by, sigh, I, time) and the long e's as well (be see believe).
And the extended metaphor!! Very cool. Strong.
@Annie Thank you so much! I really appreciate it:)
Darkness of the night
My hope collapsed
As the sun went down
Slowly but surely light left the earth
Making way for the darkness
Filling every fiber of my being
Enveloping all that I am
Hopes, dreams, happiness and peace
Dissolve in the night
Identities are lost in the vast, empty darkness
Leaving only memories of a better time
Once my heart was flooded with light and love
But the darkness took it all away
The monsters awake when the sun sets
Ever so eager to plague me again
Oh what a long night it's going to be
For a lonely old man like me
@Cheeney, you've really captured the sense of impending darkness and night-sadness. Beautifully done . . . .
@Cheeney, beautiful! I really love this.
@ImpalaLover67 @Annie Thank you!
Finally.
Finally you are here,
trapped willingly within
the cage of my arms.
Do you know
how many birthday candles, paper cranes,
stars, and broken wishbones
have listened to my pleas?
How many years I have hoped
for you and nothing else?
And now that you are here beside me
suddenly I have nothing more to wish for
but to keep you here-
in my bed, in my arms, in my heart.
Dear @CourageDearHeart,
Oh, my, this is beautiful. What a lovely voice you have . . .
@Annie
Thanks so much! I've just started trying to write poetry, but some of the people I like to follow are William C. Hannan and Robert R. M. Drake - their poetry is generally short but exceedingly beautiful. If you have the time, check out their instagrams! They always give me hope and amaze me with their beauty
@CourageDearHeart, Thank you! I will look for their work.
-- Update: I just read a collection of Hannan's poetry! I am STUNNED by the beauty off his work. It reminds me of my favorite Japanese and Korean poetry: spare, deceptively simple, but packed with intense feelings. His words keep echoing . . . .
(Untitled. An appreciation poem for my mum.)
Mum, I love you so much,
And even though I don't say it a lot
You pick me up when I am down
I don't know what I would do if you weren't around.
You somehow put up with us all,
Fighting, Squabbling, Bouncing off the walls
You deserve much more than words can say,
But we can for you, all though the day.
When you can, you walk an extra mile,
Just to try and make me smile,
Cleaning my clothes and making my food,
Is there a way that I could repay you?
There is no such thing as perfect,
But you're as can be,
Protecting me with all your might,
A guardian angel you are to me.
I may not show it,
But in my heart it stays true,
I love you mum,
And I always do.
Dear @ShyAudienceFaithValued, this tribute to your mother is a delight to read. And it inspires me toward being a mother who would merit such warm praise.
round and round i go
a loneliness only i know
never a mutual attraction
the constant reaction
years and years and years
filled with tears and tears and tears
a hole in my being unfulfilled
am i so jaded with the world that
i too now am becoming chilled
wanting a hug and a kiss
that would be so much bliss
once again a lost soul
the hidden pain taking its toll
feeling i have no purpose
old wounds wishing to resurface
please someone tell me why im here
im sick and tired of shedding a continual tear
Dear @imaginitiveballon, This is soooo touching. The longing and tiredness are palpable. There is so much I love about it. The phrased "old wounds wishing" continues to echo . . . .