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!!
@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!
@Annie
That was the point of this poem...I'm filming my performance tonight
@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
@Andyken This is absolutely beautiful. Loving the intensity.
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? ❤️❤️❤️
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?
@Cheeney, I love the searching and uncertainty here. Mysteries and questions!
@Annie Thank you! I wrote that one very easily because they are questions I often have.
I may have too much time on my hands..
Here's a poem I wrote for the ''leap year contest'' on allpoetry.com . It's very long and a big change from what I usually write, but it was an interesting progress and I enjoyed writing it.
Leap year
This is a story about a day which only happens once every four years
It is very sad so prepare to wipe away your tears
Hear not the words I speak
But listen to the emotion and weep
Weep for this lonely day
Who doesn't fit in with the others but that's okay
Leap day is a time of celebration
Because for the other 3 years it's on vacation
It only shows up a quarter of the time
But is that its fault or is it mine
We have cast away this wonderful day
So maybe now it is time to pay
Let's settle our debts for good
Deep inside you know that we should
Though how are we to begin
When we have treated leap day like a sin
We have never accepted it for what it is
It's time to realise that was a swing and a miss
The truth tells us leap day is just like any other
But we treat it differently, I say why bother
Have we forgotten the importance of equality
When leap day is only welcome once every four years, what a pity
So many who don't get to celebrate their birthday every year
In fact, they are only 1/4th the age of most people here
Technicality ofcourse but I digress
My point is that the rules are really a mess
Too long leap day has felt abandoned
I hope that the message has landed
Why not add it to the yearly calendar
And with this final line, I surrender
@Cheeney, the idea of the day itself being lonely, that's interesting!
The Reasons
As you release your last breath
Staring into the depths of death
Can you give your last reason
Not to commit the final treason
It can be a hand pulling you up
After you cracked and blew-up
That one always waiting there
When you've drowned in despair
The only reason you're living for
Can be that one last closed door
Possibly, opening at the last hour
The hope inside brings you power
Moving on from long, cold days
Holding on to that simmering blaze
Death comes knocking on the door
Remember your reason to live more
OR
As you release your last breath
Staring into the depths of death
Can you give your last reason
To commit to that final treason
Be it a hand pushing you down
The smile crumbles into a frown
The one always waiting there
To drown you in your despair
No longer a reason you're living for
Last straw the one last open door
Slammed closed at the latest hour
Shatters the hope and the power
Surviving those long, cold days
Dying by the simmering blaze
When death knocks on the door
Your reasons for living no more
Dear @MoonofBrokenSpirits3823, this is powerful stuff. I like the justaposition of the two versions. The contrast yields more questions.
Mysterious Manners
Mysterious manners are all around
This little kingdom that I found
Walls made of marble rise high
Solemnly protecting what is ours
Always standing still but never missing a thing
Atop the guards patrol
Walking in an orderly, trained fashion
Often looking to the sky for answers, something to get them through
Praying that the gods would tell them what to do
Mercenaries in the dark alleys are offering their services
These are dark times, or so they say
But I wonder who truly caused this dismay
Still the people seem rather content
You would think that they enjoy the chaos
Perhaps it's just a way to pay rent
The king is a cruel man
Do not anger him if you can
One fellow did, now his head is spiked
Yet the people do not seem to care
Smiling they walk through the main streets
Greeting me with a deep bow and a how do you do
I still cannot grasp what drives them
Or who
@Cheeney, this extended metaphor intrigues me. Any chance you're willing to tell us a little about the kingdom, the walls, and the king??
TRIGGER WARNING: Cutting
"I LET GO"
I watch
As this world around me
Slowly starts to fade
I gasp for every breath
I struggle for each heart beat
Till this pain becomes unbearable
A cut,
Blood slowly tricked down
Washing away all hopes and desires
And leaves me feeling numb
I reach my hands out
I feel for something to hold onto
But all I can hear
Is the world around me
Whispering "let go"
Now I wastch as by essence fades
With the remains of my broken dreams
And I finally let go
THE END
@mairatheabbal5858
wow this is A great poem I hope you feel better always remember I'm here to help you and anyone out have a wonderful day
Your friend
Neon camper
@neonCamp2958 thank you so much......I know this isn't great but I tried my best!