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 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!
@affectionateCamp5850 Thank you!
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
@mairatheabbal5858
Amazing poem
@Paupow thankyou....glad you liked it!
A day that I remember
I remember that it was cold.
That the chill of the wind bit through my coat and numbed my young hands.
This is a day that I remember.
I remember the newness of the city;
the warm hands in mine;
I remember the tall glass, staring down at me. Welcoming me to come inside.
But I did not, though now I wonder.
I wonder what was lost when we didnt venture further.
the lost memories. the lost beauty. the lost. the lost.
But at the time, I was
young, and easily distracted. As we, laughing moved on to our next location
I smiled
and moved on.
I remember that we ate at such a fine place.
That the lemonade was bitter and the sandwich was tall and it was marvelous.
I remember that we walked;
you wouldnt tell me our destination.
Uncovering the items in the back of the car, I was confused.
You smiled, you both smiled, and took me by the hands
again.
We walked up the stairs and into the cluttered, sweet-smelling room.
I was beaming.
This is a day that I remember.
Dear @Katy2665,
This is very atmospheric and beautiful. The details of the lemonade and sandwich -- the sweet-smelling room upstair. You have us tasting and smelling them too.
Can you feel
The quirk of my lips
Curling up blissfully
As you sweep gentle hands
Down the arch of my spine?
Can you hear the echo
Of my quickened heartbeat
Thumping readily against
Your own rib cage?
Can you feel the reverberations
Of my contented hum
As my body so seamlessly
Melts into the dips and hollows
Of your own?
@CourageDearHeart, GORGEOUS!
@CourageDearHeart Amazing! I was hoping you would write something soon after the beauty you left last time... it is a joy to read your work :)
@heartfulMusic18
Thank you so much! Hopefully I'll have the inspiration to continue writing. I have a really terrible method of just stopping when I'm out and about, say in the grocery store, and jotting something down on my phone. Then I make it home and try to figure out what the heck I actually meant to say. I'm really glad you like them - the highest compliment someone can get is knowing that you made another person smile.
@CourageDearHeart Well then I am glad you stop and jot it down and I am going to wish you are out and about often ;P Really they do bring a smile, so please keep doing whatever it is and we shall look forward to reading such beauty!
Today last year, my love, your letter arrived on my doorstep.
I missed it, but chased after it back at the post office.
Claiming something that was meant for me.
The moment, this pink envelope with cherry blossoms printed on it
A symbol of what could be and where we wanted to be
I held it close to my heart like sacred scripture
I could smell your perfume embrace me.
I protected it with my life until I got home....and carefully opened it.
My hands nervous, my breath held back.
My eyes drank in all your promises, written in ink.
Your pictures, the necklace.
Your undying love for me.
I held it close, read it again, and savored it...my first love letter, my first valentine. Nobody ever did it but you.
That was a year ago now.
Today, it's long forgotten. Behind you, a happy memory.
A regret to mine.
I wish I never was broken.
Then maybe I never would have lost you.
And we'd have shared more valentines together.
Pursuing goals together.
Growing together.
But all I have now is memories, and illusions, and left alone picking pieces of myself
While you climb higher, soaring faster in the path you take.
Happy valentine's my darling.
I still love you and it scares me to let you go
Even when you already canceled all the things your naive heart wrote.
Healthy people can, and should not stay
with sick people for too long after all.
You have a bright future,
I understand if you can no longer wait for me.
Goodbye my love...
Thank you for everything.
@weepingartist, thank you for sharing this. I honor what you've courageously written here. One caution, however: please don't be so sure that only 1 person is ill (damaged and the reason the relationship's ending) while the other is healthy (naive and not responsible). I am convinced that going forward and/or breaking up are due to the needs, characteristics and perceptions of both people at the time. Both share it and own it, I think.
In my view, you're not at fault; neither of you is "at fault" here. You're both seeking and trying and learning. You're both wonderfully flawed and lovely human beings doing the best you can on the path of life.
And I think you're doing it beautifully.
@Annie
@Annie sorry about the other one, i couldnt seem to write...
your words are very comforting. to be honest i really can't say goodbye...i just write it here, but in the real world i'm scared to let go. i'm afraid of the things that might transpire and i guess my ego can't handle or accept it yet that he's allowed the right to explore and meet other people and possibly like them more than he did me.
i'm scared to stop this old record....very scared...so even if it's getting all scratchy and warped from the constant replay i let it keep on playing...
@weepingartist, ohh, I've been there, playing an old recording. It's familiar.
A minstrel's song
Our king sat on his throne
The one he so violently made
Of blood, flesh and bones
That so many people have paid
Paid the ultimate price
Their life for a seat
About twice the king's size
He can't even touch the ground with his feet
Still he insists on sitting there
Towering high above his men
Shouting with a deep voice 'Beware!'
Of what I say and when
'You would do well not to anger me
I'll have you beheaded
And then hang you out for everyone to see
Especially that woman you wedded'
He rules with an iron fist
With no toleration for error
Sometimes he adds a little twist
And throws people in the cellar
Often I have been put there
As a punishment for my rhymes
I find it hard to care
Even though they are non existent crimes
Rather me than some poor bloke
I can easily survive there
And face the king with a silly joke
Trying to hit a sensitive snare
He'll look at me with angry eyes
Steam coming out of his ears
'Stop telling lies
Or face all of your fears'
But I am the minstrel of this city
You cannot drive me away
My rhymes will always be witty
No matter what you angrily say
I will continue singing my songs
And you will continue to hate them
But if you don't correct your wrongs
There will be serious mayhem
Bleeding Through / Scar Tissue
***Trigger Warning: Self-Harm***
i am
everything and nothing
all at once
i am lost and i am found
wandering aimlessly
inside a home i don't really know
i don't know where i am anymore
this is me
craving the rich crimson
of sunrise and sunset
a darker hue that seeps into
all the love
hate
depression
rage
inside of me
making open wounds
causing scars to form
from my own touch
it's all out of focus
but only for so long
soon a blazing red will darken the sky
screaming profanities
whispering sweet lullabies
coaxing me, guiding me
pulling me closer to the edge
the voices are screaming at me
do it, you'll feel better
stop struggling
give into me now
and i give in
silently screaming
let it all rain down
reign over me
let me bleed
i will bleed
make me clean
i am bleeding
tears falling and lips quivering
it was a mistake
but i feel calm and i feel safe
and lately i don't know who i am anymore
Dear @unsinkablespirit312, wow.
I think you have captured the contradictory nature of self harm.
Thank you, @Annie. They're the current emotions I'm experiencing. It's sad but I think that's the nature of self-harm. Everything seems to be in extremes. Euphoria and devastation, numbness and overwhelming pain, vulnerability and safety... I just want a happy medium.
@unsinkablespirit312
I see you over there, I watch your every move
Your eyes so honest, skin so smooth
Your hair just perfect, your smile so merry
You shine so bright, even on a day so dreary
The way you catch my eye
Sometimes makes me want to sigh
I can only be so close
Cause you have thorns just like a rose
But, oh, if you could only see
How much you're fascinating me
I'd listen to your every word
I'd be your wings, if you were a bird
I'd be your cloud, if you were the rain
I'm starting to wonder if I'm going insane
But that is only because of you
And I have no idea on what to do
You're like a beautiful melody
You leave me oh-so breathlessly
You're like a marvelous piece of art
I'll keep you as a memory, close to my heart
@Andyken, I love this. You've nailed it, something universal. The feeling of being so willing to be everything for a person who's amazing and desirable. But . . . the caution . . . the uncertainty. And the yearning . . . .
@Annie Glad you like it :D