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!!
Lie???
Sometimes people leave, sometimes people die, sometimes people make you cry but it's worse when people lie. They've hurt you and you don't even know why. It's like a sad song that you can't erase or your own sad story that you can't escape. Maybe it's your own mistake for believing in their deceiving eyes??
@lynsay31
Your poem shares a lot of truth. Lies and deceit can be devastating.
Emotions are already used for marketing.
Emotions is the core of how most businesses sell.
It's the emotional connection of a person towards a moment with an object that causes it to have value.
So why are we still not taught how to handle our emotions like business people?
Nobody taught us,
how hard it is to love.
How it is an investment of time and energy
That can potentially affect your way of thinking
If not used wisely.
Nobody taught us,
that love is give and take
that love is an equal balance
of sharing, of respect.
Nobody taught us,
that love can have limits,
that love is not equivalent to push those limits, and risk self worth.
Nobody taught us anything,
of what love can do.
Or maybe someone did,
Like a concerned mother
Or a strict father
Or apprehensive friends,
Or your bitter aunt,
But the way we learn things, the way we refused to listen
The way we kept choosing to have our feelings ride us,
instead of the other way around.
Has caused us our ruin.
And the ruin of this person we thought would be our other half.
It was never about half and half.
It's two whole pieces,
that mold together to make a bigger piece.
It was never about completion.
It was about multiplying the force you both have, by being complete individuals, together.
Broken people cannot do this.
Broken people cannot expect this from each other.
Broken people demand, they whine, they beg.
Broken people expect.
Broken people don't even know what they personally want.
And yet they keep choosing partners like it was a soul on sale.
Then wonder what went wrong after some time.
Dear @weepingartist, this is amazing. It really made me think.
I love this part about choosing:
"The way we kept choosing to have our feelings ride us,
instead of the other way around. Has caused us our ruin."
And the concept of the soul on sale. So true.
A lotta truth here.
@Annie thanks!...I've just gone through a break-up recently. Writing these freestyle poetries helps me think about what happened to us in a balanced way...
@weepingartist
Yes! When our hearts are full to bursting with pain, writing from the depths of our hearts--it can help.
For me, it is your raw honesty that gives so much power to your poems.
This is fantastic. It gave me chills...
@helloSea4767 thank you :)
I will do as you ask me, Your Majesty.
I will die as you wish.
Cursing whom I love more.
Worshiping the traitors.
Only then I'll be ready.
Only then will you be satisfied.
I don't want my mental illness to run my life. I'm always fighting, but sometimes it wins.
@YourStormWillPass, This is so powerful.
Being compelled to worship the traitors . . . Gah.
This poem grabbed me in the guts.
(I love your member name. The storm does pass. Our best selves can run things.)
I ALWAYS WOKE UP JUST IN HAND,
CLUTCHING THE TRUTH IN THE FAR END,
I WAS WAITING FOR YOU
DEEP IN OUR MEMORIES,
I FOUND YOU DEAD IN THE CHAOTIC DEBRIS,
YOU SAID THIS ONE LAST WORD ..
YOU REALLY MEANT ME THE WORLD,
I SAW YOUR EYES
THEY WERE LIKE THE FIRE AND ICE
I LOOKED INSIDE
WE WERE HAPPY IN THE THOUSAND SKIES.
EVERYDAY IT HURT ME DEEP
YOUR THOUGHTS NEVER LET ME SLEEP
I SAW YOU ONCE
I FELT MY HEART POUNCE
YOU WERE IN BLUE AND WHITE
NEVER KNEW YOUR NAME . ITS IN THE BEAUTIFUL SKIES
Dear ve99, This tumultuous poem is very compelling. I read it over and over.
It feels like waking up from a dream and remembering fragments. Grieving a lost love.
The phrase "Happy in the thousand skies" stays with me.
@Annie .... thank you very much it really means a lot .... im really glad you liked my poems
(Trigger Warning: Intrusive/suicidal thoughts.)
(Just so you know, this was written when I had a panic attack a few hours ago. I decided not to edit it, except for spacing, so no words are changed. I hope you like it!)
My conversation with myself.
And I will only be happy
if my mind dies
away.
Away from the onslaught
of people
that I face,
I hide
away.
Away from the social
groups
that never seem to
accept me,
resorting to shunning me
away.
Away from my mind,
I am truly happy.
But that is a lie
-just like the "I'm fine" crap you say day after day.
liar, just stop. what a hypocrite.
should you just go ahead and end...
"Just stop!"
I
yell.
These thoughts are just too
much.
I can't
take it.
-Pitiful, useless die die do it liar lies fake
I
scream.
My call is
heard by
someone who saw me.
my mother.
I stop.
immediately,
suddenly
taciturn.
-ignore her do it quiet now no more no more
I
shun
her.
Now,
I am in a little
room,
with a bookshelf and
a painting by an obscure artist
as a woman talks to me.
"Are you doing well?" she asks innocently enough.
-no no you're dying dying die away jump off a bridge now
"Yes." I reply, my voice shaky.
"Are you
sure?" she asks.
No
response,
as I try to
hold back
the tears.
I nod.
She will
never
know.
That is good,
at least.
@Monarda this resonates with me. That voice comes out of nowhere, most of the time when you're most vulnerable too and can't help but agree to what it says.
Sometimes I just wish to tell it "man why can't we be just friends?"
in which it replies more abuse or invites me to more abusive behavior.
I hope we get through this my friend. I know the feeling all too well. that voice is the worst frenemy we have.
@weepingartist It really is, isn't it? It becomes your crutch, in a sick way. Like, "Oh, I feel horrible because of it but at least I have it going on". It's a bit contradictory
@Monarda it gets more dangerous when it starts to feel lonely, and seeks for an abusive partner to mess with you. So it becomes a threeway horror romance.
I hope that at least it screws up at that and we find good company with us instead, until this horrible tiny voice doesnt matter to us anymore.
@MONARDA @WEEPINGARTIST
As I re-read this conversation today, it struck me as really relevant to the topic of Dating Violence, a topic being explored at 7 Cups of Tea during the month of February 2016.
There are some good books being written about why people (especially young women) end up in abusive relationships. And I think you've tapped into it in your poems.
#TeenDVawareness
Hi @Annie
thanks for the heads up. actually i'm going through therapy again because i feel like i'm potentially screwing up a relationship by subconsciously coaching him to act like my abuser. i dont know why it's happening yet...but therapy is helping me work around the conflicts. thank you for this reading material because it might shed light on what happened to me prior to meeting this person i'm at the risk of losing because of the aftermath of abuse in my past...
Dear @Monarda, it is good to see you again. I've been away for a while.
I'm sorry you're experiencing such painful wrenching thoughts. Intrusive, indeed, oh my god! My dear one, you are beautiful and worthy, and you give voice to feelings in a way that reaches others and helps.
Your voice is important. Don't let anything silence your beautiful voice!
@Annie Oh gosh thank you! This comment really means a lot <3
I seriously appreciate it, you really made my day. I really needed that by the way, so thanks for that as well!
People Told Me
People told me to hide it
And I did
People told me to fake a smile
And I did
People told me to brush it off
And I did
People told me to get over it
And I did
People told me to get better grades
And I did
People told me to stop being so quiet
And I did
People told me to stop being selfish
And I did
People told me to get more sleep
And I did
People told me to eat more
And I did
People told me to keep it a secret
And I did
People told me to cut some more
And I did
People told me to kill myself...
@MidniteAngel Woah, this gave me shivers. It hits really hard, and the repetition is perfect. This is an amazing poem, and the emotion behind it is amazing. I particularly like the last line. To me, it shows that you can get better, because there was no "And I did". That was the part that really made me choke up. Thank you for sharing this! I loved it, and I hope that you are on the road to recovery
@Monarda
I'm far too stubborn to let other people be the reason for my sadness haha. Yes I guess the last line just presents that internal battle of whether I should or should not go through with it. Recovery is a long hard road, but I hope I'll stay long enough for the reward.
@Monarda
@MidniteAngel
I agree, this is a haunting poem, the repetition has an AMAZING effect. This poem chilled me to the bones.
1:20 AM Friday in the Grove
Saw your tag on the wall
In fat sharpie graffiti script
"White Boys are Gross"
A smile slowly crept cross my face
As I took a staggering pee
I knew it was you my sweetest friend
And there I was
With my own white boy that's gross
Wasn't about him
You have our own
But I knew
I knew it was you
And it was the high light of my night
Selfied my stupid face under your wise words and texted
Is see you & lord you'd son much
half a bottle of Russian Standard for
Is this you? love you so much
You immediately sent
Yes, I love you too
@fairmindedBalloon6827
Not sure I comprehend this fully but it has a voice that I like a lot. Rhythm and images that intrigue.
Oh I am just a potato
Said the potato to her noble King Tomato
Save the vegetables said the potato seeing a distant tornado
@enthusiasticChestnut4122 super made my day. thank you xD heehee
@enthusiasticChestnut4122
This is perfection
Even if I was the one that chose to end it.
All I could hear are songs that are accusatory towards me.
"Cry me a river"
"Slow dancing in a burning room"
"Broken strings."
"Would you still love me the same"
Followed by our songs
"Rather be."
"Stronger"
"Digital Love"
Haunting me...killing me, tormenting me.
it should empower me, right?
I stood my ground right? I chose for myself that I won't be your doormat anymore.
But why does it feel so bad?
Why do I feel I'm the one discarded?
Even if I was the one who left screaming, saying how much i hated you
For giving up on us, for keeping things from me, for choosing not to fight anymore, for subtly showing me I'm not worth it...that our future is not worth it no longer,
Why am I the one that feels left behind?
As I walked on by this path
I ignored the flags, all tinted red.
Days, weeks, months,
I could barely remember a time neither of us cried.
The first months were the best, I had your complete devotion. Your love, your innocence.
Until now I feel regret.
But there was a cause why I left,
No matter how you made me felt safe, your youthful inexperience has left me walking on landmines you didnt intend to plant for me to walk on.
Eventually, your hurt turned into selfishness. To protect yourself, to retain yourself.
I can never say. Maybe you wanted me to stay, but without forgiveness, you wanted me to repay, the efforts you chose yourself to give away.
I did beg you, I did unspeakable things too just for you to hear me.
I was needy, I let my depression consume me.
But I listened to you didnt I?
I swore I'll get better didnt I?
I promised to save myself,
To look for help, but not from you
And I did good, didnt I?
Then how come you say things that make me feel your spite?
"I subconsciously hate you."
"I just feel you when I f--- you"
"I feel nothing anymore"
"Our future doesnt motivate me anymore"
"I'm angry at you, I dont understand why"
"it's your turn to suffer. i did this for a year to you"
Did you truly love me?
Or was it pity?
No...it wasn't love.
You stopped, the moment you saw the darker side of me.
My provocations just made you stay.
But without them, it just showed how you truly felt
And maybe that's why
No matter how much I scream,
No matter how much I try to hit a nerve,
I dont make an impact to you anymore.
My value has long been lost to you.
...and half of that was all my fault.
@weepingartist
Amazingly powerful. The emotions are raw and vivid.
"The flags tinted red . . ." Well said. (I've seen them, too)
These questions you raise, they are the questions that haunt us all, I think. . . .
I love how you explore these feelings so honestly.
@Annie aw sorry i never got a chance to reply.
Until now it brings me to confusion...i'm not sure if they were red flags he put up or i put up over his head.
in regards to the abuse topic...the man i was referring to in these poems, reacted somehow the same way i reacted to my ex-gf (the abuser to me when i was in college). he laughed at the discovery that he somehow noticed it too before that i behaved like my exgf to him.
it's a horrible cycle...right now in therapy i'm understanding both sides...the victim and the abuser...and i dont know where to place myself. haha...i feel like i lost this guy that was willing to help me out truly just because of ghosts and monsters in my head.
The "RAIN"~
I See the gentle evening rain,
its falling on my window pane.
Looks like crystal balls of light,
Like tiny teardrops in the night.
Teardrops falling, filled with pain,
I see this in the quiet rain.
They do not say a single word,
Yet deep within, all can be heard~
@politeOcean93
I love this.
@Annie
Thank you Annie! I really appreciate your compliment and feedback. Thanks again 
@politeOcean93
I wasn't able to articulate what it was exactly that I liked so much about the poem. It was just that I could SEE the raindrops you described, I could FEEL the poet's heart. And I admired the technical aspects even tho' I was at a loss to parse them!
Wonderful.