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!!
So this poem is one I did for my ELA class but I ended up really loving it so I wanted to post it here! It's in memory of my uncle, who was more like a best friend to me. If anyone gets the title you get more points haha just kidding!
Swing Life Away
It was the shocking news that brought tears to my eyes.
And you made me remember what it was like to cry.
Boom!
He took your life away.
Just like that!
How could he?
And everyone felt the pain, the pain that you had found since It took over your body.
I dont care what you did, you didnt deserve that death!
What about Andrea? She has no daddy now!
So the family will always think of you,
At 1:11 and 11:11 when Mimi greets your ghost
When I feel the strings of that guitar, my mind plays the familiar movie of you playing on the street
When mom tells stories of you she gets that familiar twinkle
I can still feel you Uncle Jeff
I still remember the scent of your cheap cologne and aftershave
The stories you told with such passion
Your suitcase full of music that burned up
The guitar with all the carvings
The stories, the stories
Ever since I was little
All the stories
You didnt hesitate to tell
The deepest and the darkest
It didnt matter
I will always remember you
Feeding me pie like I was a begging bird
Rocking me back and forth, back and forth
Humming Led Zeppelin
That was the beginning, I wish it could come back and so could you
I wish I was a baby
It seemed like yesterday
Lets turn back all the time to then or farther back
You could change your life, for the better!
Ok so i revised my poem that I posted last night, enjoy and i would love feedback!
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Swing Life Away
It was the shocking news that brought tears to my eyes.
And you made me remember what it was like to cry.
Boom!
He took your life away.
I guess the angels needed a rock star
But just like that!
How could he?
You were my best friend, my uncle
Always there for me, ready to talk at the drop of a hat
You understood me
And everyone felt the immense and almost unbearable pain,
Almost the same pain that you had found since It took over your body
I dont care what you did, the choices you made
You didnt deserve that death!
What about Andrea? She has no dad now!
Nobody to walk her down the aisle!
Nobody to bawl at her wedding!
Nobody to sing at her wedding!
So the family will always think of you,
At 1:11 and 11:11 when Mimi greets your ghost
When I strum your guitar my mind plays the movie of you playing on the street
When mom tells stories of you she gets that familiar twinkle
I can still feel you Uncle Jeff
I still remember the scent of your cheap cologne and aftershave
The stories you told with such passion
You had disappeared inside the bar for a moment
When you returned
Your suitcase, your life, full of music, flames engulfing it
The guitar, the out of tune guitar, with all your life carved into it
Your lucky number
The glass cross
The thousand guitar picks in the case
The stories, the stories
Ever since I was little
All the stories
You didnt hesitate to tell
The deepest and the darkest
The drugs
The alcohol
The prodigal son
That was you
You were as free as a bird with no restraints
It didnt matter
I will always remember you
Feeding me pie, I was a little bird.
Rocking me back and forth, back and forth
Humming Led Zeppelin
That was the beginning, I wish it could come back and so could you
I wish I was a baby
It seemed like yesterday
Lets turn back all the time to then or farther back
You could change your life, for the better!
@CrownTheGhostTown
Wow... This poem really touched me because it delievers the emotions for your uncle really well. I can really feel what you are explaining there.
I'm totally having goose bumps right now, maybe because I know what it feels like to loose somebody and write a poem (or a song in my case) about that person.
By the way, isn't swing life away a song by Rise Against?
@FaithForTheWin
Thanks so much! And it may be a song by them, but I named it after the song by Machine Gun Kelly
The sun kisses the moon goodnight every single evening,
then rises back up in the morning to say hello once again,
but I'm having a hard time because I know that you will not be here in the morning
While the sun was saying goodnight,
we were saying goodbye,
& while the moon was saying hello,
we weren't speaking
In between this transition we both lay in our beds with only memories of each other
You wrapped in your favorite blanket that I had made you for Christmas,
I cling to the sweater you said looked better on me than it ever did on you
The sun says it's hellos once again & an all new day beginnings,
but all I can think about is our goodbye
As the day passes the moon weeps due to it's absence of the sun,
but the sun does not shed any tears
While the daylight runs out the moon sighs with relief because it is clear to her that she will meet the sun in just a few short hours
They depart again & the moon prays that the sun will come out for another day
When I told you that you are my sunshine,
it meant more to me than it ever did to you,
but I'll still hold on because the sun never stops kissing the moon no matter how many times the days & nights have flickered on & off.
@Marissalove12
So many any of the images have genuine impact. I especially like: "I cling to the sweater you said looked better on me than it ever did on you. ... When I told you that you are my sunshine, it meant more to me than it ever did to you."
The contrast of morning and night, the idea of morning kissing the night hello and goodbye, the thought of the endless flickering of days and nights -- wow.
Suffocating heat air thick difficult to breath
Summer sun beating sweat rolling down
Distant rumbles streaks teasing a reprieve
Still air gently trees leaves whirl round
Blue sky subdued by thick grey darkening
Cracking earth dust becomes unsettled
Withered flowers a thirst deep lingering
Shades of green to brown has vetted
Droplets first vanish near instantly
Distinct the smell to warn or bless
Drinking deeply of a coming plenty
Hard falling no longer a gentle caress
Washing away misery previous the day
Sins so easily could it be to give away
Your funeral.
A poem for Brenda
I walk up on stage
Paper in my hand and
I'm in everybody's gaze
Opening my mouth
To say words of praise
My sister nods so we start
Tears in my eyes
Passion in my heart
I'll remember you forever
Nan, I don't want you to part
Dear @ShyAudienceFaithValued,
Your poem is lovely. I'm deeply sorry about her death. You are amazing to be able to get up and speak to everyone about her wonderfulness and your painful loss.
You honor her so beautifully with your poetry.
@ShyAudienceFaithValued
This is so beautiful...thank you for sharing!
A poem by @namelessgenderfluid
Close your eyes
Bite your tongue
It's all over and he won
Don't scream out or they'll all blame you
No one would think your telling the truth
It will stop
But you can't leave
And no ones coming to set you free
"He'll feel bad"
Oh no he won't
It's all over and he won
(I moved this poem here from another thread. -- Annie)
Look at how beautiful you are.
I'd give anything to join you
Wild, free, and happy.
But the confines of my mind hold me
Like murderers should be held in cells
Stuck in a tiny room chained to a wall
Only longing for the sun on my skin.
When the chains temporarily break
I feel the warmth and sun on my skin, finally.
The smile is temporary
As noise and people invade my space.
The noise interrupting, annoying
The stares from people and my thoughts
Of their thoughts like a cloud over my head
Threatening to rain down
On an already weary soul ready to break.
Someday it'll all end
People will look down on my dead face
Saying "She lived a good life"
Which will be a lie.
I lived a scared and safe life.
Or they'll say
"I don't get why she did this, she was always so happy."
I'll be watching, screaming it was all fake.
There wasn't even a shred of happiness in my soul.
I just didn't want to bring you down.
I was never good enough
I'll never be good enough.
Dear @ladyfiaragc,
This poem stuns me with its truth. Its power.
Jeez you can write, girl!
@Annie Thank you very much.
I needed that compliment, and I appreciate it greatly.
@ladyfiaragc, I'd love to ask you a question about a technical thing.
How did you get your poem to print out in single spacing. When I type something like this, the end of each line creates a new paragraph! If you or anyone can advise me, I'd be so grateful! I'd love to be able to post poems with single-spacing.
@Annie
I'm pretty sure I copy and pasted this one from my blog. There's one further down that I wrote here on the website that has the double spacing and that's just the way the website does it. The only other way I know how to do single spacing (some sites use it some don't) is [Shift]+[Enter] instead of just [Enter]
@ladyfiaragc
you are good enough in my mind
and wii continue to be
Hey lovely poets, i'm sorry I haven't been here as much this week--i usually try to greet everyone and respond.
I promise I'll catch up this weekend! I know it may look like I ignored some people, but it was truly unintentional! I just got terribly busy with life outside 7 Cups.
@Annie No matter how often you're here, we all appreciate you taking the time to read everyone's poetry and to form a constructive, helpful response.
Thank you! 
Here we are in society's forbidden place
So much judgment and misunderstandings we face
I see a fellow patron and understand the reasons they are here
I watch as he pours his lonely soul into a glass of beer
A moment of fake caring and love
An inner illusion of peace like a white dove
Even though its all pretend
Its a moment of physical contact in the end
When years upon years you have no mutal love
What else is there to be except putting on the consentual glove
Some are aghast, some understnad some are unsure of the above
Im one of the kindest people youll meet
You would not expect to see me at this place in a seat
Yes its just a bandaid an not truelove
But im so darn lonley like my fellow patron above
@imaginitiveballon,
Eloquent! This line is so compelling: "I watch as he pours his lonely soul into a glass of beer ..." The whole thing has power!
Its hard to feel this pain
within my chest,
cant breath feels like
im holding my breath
cant think or even move
im frozen in fear,
all I can hear
is my own heart
beating within my ears,
feel like its bout to explode
im in survival mode
@pureatheart25
This spare poem grabs my heart. (sigh) It really captures the feeling . . . .
@Annie
How sweet of you to say, I apprciate any feedback form anyone really does make a diffrene when somebody takes time to reply to things youve wrote, I had been feeling down and this cheered me up. You have a beautifull way with expressing words too, keep up the good work.
