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 made a wish
I wrapped it up nice
I went to give it up
Into universal light
But I was too attached
I filled it with hopes and fear
What if once I gave it up
It would simply disappear
So I cradled it tight
And held it close
And whispered to it
All my dreams and hopes
But as time passed
And I couldn't let go
The dreams they stopped
And hope turned sour
I still fed my wish
With all that I had
I still kept it close
I still held on tight
Until you came by
And made me feel loved
So that just being with you
Was more than enough
I learnt to trust more
I learnt to give without fear
To simply be myself
Let all doubts disappear
The wish was filled with light
I no longer held on tight
I let my wish move on
Into universal light
It was fine to let it go
It shall come to manifest
I shall live in this moment
And learn to have faith
Dear @heartfulMusic18, the journey portrayed in this poem is beautiful!
@Annie Thank you :)
@heartfulMusic18 I liked your poem a lot! I like how you kept going to work for your wish even when things were bad. Your rhyming scheme was great too!
@Katy2665 Ohhh... This means so much to me.. We never learnt poetry in school/college so I mostly wonder a lot if there is any rhyme or form in what I write. This is the first time someone said so (I am going to be secretly smiling all day).. I am glad you liked the poem.
Dear @Swoodo, This is sooo interesting. It's amazing when we discover that we have been our own enemy.
Pick the leaves from my hair
and laugh with me lying in the
parched fall grass.
Let me nestle into the scarf
wrapped crookedly around your neck.
Tug my hat down just a little bit more,
Steal the cold puffs of air
From before my lips
With a kiss that promises
You'll be here come spring.
@CourageDearHeart loved it :) thank you for sharing
@CourageDearHeart
WOW. This is one of my favorite poems in this whole thread, and I've been participating for a while. It just strikes a chord with me. Thank you for sharing and please, do come back with more!
@CourageDearHeart Very nice, good job
@CourageDearHeart This is really nice! I loved the imagery you used! It really let me feel the poem!
This is called We Are Emos....Enjoy
The Emos
Who are we?
Labeled. Judged. Hated.
Walking through the halls
All black
Music cascading over us
It is a security blanket
The screams of the singers
Match the screams of our terrorized and bullied brains.
We are Jesus
Walking through the hallways
Constantly ridiculed, constantly judged.
We are the emos, we arent
Freaks.
We arent all
Depressed
Cutters
Introverts
We are the pit bulls, but not the parolees
We are held back by rusted chains
When we break free we will devour our enemies
Numb to all of their pains
They didnt care about us
The soldiers in the school
They didnt care about us
We arent necessarily cool
We arent love at first sight
But we dont bite
We do let love in the crack
Kind of like Sally and Jack
Walking through school
Proudly wearing our band merch
Wading through the pool
Of pain and such
We are the emos
The outcasts
The strays
We are the bad influences
The always avoided
With headphones, our life sources
We shouldnt be voided.
We are part of society
We are part of the school
We are a family
Yes, we are cool.
School blazes wounds into us
In hallways of schools and on the bus
But we dont always react
And thats a fact
We silently suffer
Not even eating our supper
We are the bullied
It never ends
We are the unloved
For us Death sends
We are the emos.
@CrownTheGhostTown, wow. I imagine this as a performance poem, shouted out to the audience--strong and powerful!
Very good
@CrownTheGhostTown omg that's was truly amazing.
@Danielleokayyy
Aww you're so sweet thanks!
Darkness covers the night
It veils what is wrong and what's right
It makes us the same
There's no one to blame
Because we are all alike
It's truth and it's beauty
It's justice and purity
We're not strangers, we're one
And unlike the sun
Darkness gives us amnesty
We're free to sin
And wash it off of our skin
Because blood and honour
Don't matter no longer
We threw overboard our discipline
The black takes our eyesight and let's us hear
Hearts that are smiling while shedding a tear
And while we wander through the dark
A faint melody finds its start
Soft, deceitful and ever so crystal clear
Then the sunrise shakes us to the core
But we begin to dream once more
Of a land far away
Filled with wonder, not dismay
Where there's peace instead of war
And all along, inside my head
Fantasy's begun to spread
And with contentment in my chest
I lay reality to rest
And with it all the fear and dread
If I let myself it's almost real
It's like falling from the stars
I dream of it everyday
I feel it when I close my eyes
Do you soar through the sky like wings on a bird
Do you tumble to the ground like rocks on a cliff
Can you float through the air like a petal in the wind
Can you fall to the earth like rain from the clouds
Have you run through the land like a stallion in the sun
Have you sunk to the bottom like a raft in the ocean
Will you speed through the land like a cheetah catching pray
Will you burn to the root like a fire in the forest
If I let myself it's almost real
It's like falling from the stars
I dream of it everyday
I feel it when I close my eyes
@Maxlexie2, I love the pulsing energy that comes from the list of questions. 
Poisonous, Venomous, Insiduous.
Her hold on me reaches far, even through time.
She is gone, but her traces are still vivid.
She is nowhere to be seen but it feels like she was just here.
I look around, there's on one,
Yet I see...
blood on my hands,
and broken pieces of my life on the floor.
Pictures, memories, dreams, hopes.
Destroyed.
I looked up, I heard footsteps,
him...
He's walking away,
Walking out...
far from me.
I could sense her, winning, smiling in the back of my mind.
"No one believes in you."
"Only I can take care of you. I am still the best."
I scream...I beg, I cry. "No, please..please, don't go! Please don't go, please...please don't leave me here. Please I beg you understand me."
"Sweety, I did. I can't anymore" He whispered, pained...but with great effort to stay gentle. "You took it from me, I can't love you back. I'm so tired..take care of yourself okay?"
He walks faster...and fades.
I question everything.
I wonder
If anyone will even mourn for me.
All I can see is her, discarding me...her face in everyone I see.
Her hands in everything I do.
Her voice in everything I say.
Who am I?
What am I?
Nothing.
No more.
@weepingartist, I love the phrase "and broken pieces of my life on the floor."
The content is compelling, and I'm almost compelled to assure you that you're not "nothing." Except that I know you have already discovered that for yourself, even if this particular piece does not reflect it.
@Annie thank you...reading my own writing sometimes makes me cry again.
It's so hard...therapy is going through tough things right now but I hope I go through it..
@weepingartist,
your poems are brave and strong.
So are you.
Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the fakest of them all?
The one that hides a face in shame
Who covers the scars and the pain.
Mirror mirror in the hall,
Who cries the silent call?
The one that looks but doesn't see
The inner beauty reflected by thee.
Mirror mirror in my hand,
Who alone can barely stand?
And can't hold their head up high
Hiding behind each little white lie.
Mirror mirror in my room,
Who plans their own doom?
The one that digs their own grave
The one no one has tried to save.
Mirror mirror on the floor,
Who's not to live any more?
The one that will take their own life
The one to whom you gave a knife.
Mirror mirror on the ground,
You shattered without a sound.
Down like your helpless victims you fell
To whom the truth you never did tell.
@MoonofBrokenSpirits3823, This is haunting. And holds a lot of truth. I think that mirrors can lie, because we interpret what we see -- we see through our own emotional/mental filters. Beauty definitely lies in the eyes of the beholder!
I love the twist on an old fairytale to state a new message. Very cool.
@Annie, thanks so much :). I love old fairy tales and it just worked out really well.
@MoonofBrokenSpirits3823 is it made by you? ❤️❤️❤️
@Xyla, yes I made this poem.
Fallen heroes
My oh my
I scream please tell me why
Does this have to go by
Even though I try
Everything is aching
This life I'm almost forsaking
Reality is heartbreaking
It's a tragedy in the making
What are we doing this for
And why are we always looking for something more
My body is sore
From all this pain I wore
I knew then that I would never be free
Still it hurt that I couldn't see
The people that are closest to me
Will you let this be
Or will you take a stand
Give me a hand
And we'll fight for our land
Do you believe in me, friend
Don't let them get under your skin
No matter what they tell you, I am no sin
Let's get up together and begin
For all our loved ones, we must win
We will fight on till no man remains
And the blood has left enormous stains
People will remember our names
But we know we will never be the same
When it's all said and done
So many of our friends will never again see the sun
We'll be relieved because we have won
But of happiness we will have none
@Cheeney Alright so I rewrote this because I didn't really like the first part of the poem. Here's the edited version:
Fallen heroes
As I watched my friends slowly die
I screamed please tell me why
Why do I fight in a war that isn't mine
God, I hope this quickly goes by
This is truly a tragedy in the making
When so many people are almost forsaking
Because this reality is heartbreaking
My pain is overtaking
I wonder, what are we doing this for
And why are we always looking for something more
In the distance sounds an angry roar
From someone who's done with this war
Back then I knew that I would never be free
Still it hurt that I couldn't see
The people that are closest to me
Will you let this be
Or will you take a stand
Give me a hand
And we'll fight for our land
Do you believe in me, friend
Don't let them get under your skin
No matter what they tell you, I am no sin
Let's get up together and begin
For all our loved ones, we must win
We will fight on till no man remains
And the blood has left enormous stains
People will remember our names
But we know we will never be the same
When it's all said and done
So many of our friends will never again see the sun
We'll be relieved because we have won
But of happiness we will have none
@Cheeney, this poem has depth, and a lot to say about what war is like, and what it feels like to be a soldier. You really reached deep for this one.
@Annie Thank you so much! Writing it was a little different than I'm used to but I enjoyed doing so. Sadly it's a harsh reality for many soldiers to see their friends die right before their eyes, and I wanted to capture that despair and need for vengeance.
@Cheeney, I was just looking at the original version. I like the early lines, especially when said aloud, as performance poetry.
The first version has more raw energy, and the second version has more polish. They're both good -- just different.
Train of thought
One night I start to ponder
What does this life really mean
I wonder
I try to recall all the things I've seen
Maybe the answer lies in my memories
I've been here a long time
And I know everything is not as it seems
Possibly I missed a sign
Something out of the ordinary
That passed my eyes at first sight
Though I have always been wary
Of things that do not seem right
Where can I find the answer then
If not in the back of my mind
And if I choose to look again
Will I like what I find?