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!!
note: I am a child of a holocaust survivort
When I Get Older
When I get older
I will start to try to remember
What my mother has chosen to forget.
But in the meantime
leave me to glean fragments of words and glances
and set them aside.
When I get older
will start to build a legacy
out of the grey mists of the past.
But in the meantime
leave me the museums and commemorations
and the nod to my son, amid,
as if to say - this is somehow us also.
When I get older
I will start to embrace my wife
with all the words that end with–inity or -ence
like the magazines say.
But in the meantime
leave me to cling to her desperately
even as I wish to run away.
When I get older
I will buy a new diary with gold leaf
(And put away the loose-leaf binders of errant pages)
to write long and straight upon the ivory colored page
But in the meantime
leave me to scrawl in jagged sentences
that bend around stains and scribbles,
the story of my life.
When I get older,
I can start to imagine being someone
I hadnt imagined before
But in the meantime
leave me to sit on the park bench ,
between my parents,
eating sandwiches out of waxed paper bags.
@2genpoet This is so touching. I thank you for sharing it here.
@2genpoet This is great! Very powerful.
Don't be swift to
write me off as unfriendly, withdrawn
When inside there is a
Tangled web of insecurity, apprehension
or A fight between facades
One with voice of silky timbre, charming and sarcastic
The other a tumble of words,
Stuttering and wayward
Don't be swift to
Label me arbitrary, superficial
When outside I am Unable
To articulate, express
Or connect gazes
Eyes cast down at two folded hands
Mouth clamped shut before my chance to speak
@RedMaple45 this is sooooo relatable! I wish I could carry it around and hand it to people : ) Loved it
@RedMaple45, you have articulated something very important, I think.
This poem reminds me to be very careful how I respond to people who are abrupt or cold to me, who are offputting or behave in ways that confuse me.
I admit I finished this poem a bit shame-faced, having been reminded eloquently that judging other people is a colossal mistake.
Thank you.
Thought my pastel rippling vertically, center bold and tumbling, venatical amplification wind blown, conspicuously cloaked now fumbling,
@Ruby2sh0es
iilike the line
lay me cupped in knitted yarn
but i didnt understand so much the rest
@2genpoet thank you it's about feeling like a watered down version of yourself in a world full of people engaged in the hunt but knowing you have an inner strength that's never been recognized but you get exhausted with the hunters and being presued love is a battlefield kind of thing so you wish to be nestled somewhere in the warm safe comfort of your grandmother's hands or a knitted foxhole
Rain harms none but still I cry
Forget what's done, move on to night
@Ahro, this poem is very compact--short but heartfelt. Thanks for sharing your work.
Missing Persons
She would sit alone in her room
after school
practicing her cursive to be smooth not spiky
til mother came home
after the pots were scrubbed in the cafeteria
and wait for her to lay on the couch
damp towel draped over her eyes.
I'm going outside,
She'd announce to her hand on the knob
and go out in the neighborhood
to find her sister who Mother said
was lost long ago during the war.
"It doesn't matter
If I'll know who she is,"
she'd tell herself,
ss she looked expectantly at the faces of strangers,
waiting to be found
"She'll recognize me."
@2genpoet This is such a heart-tugging poem. Sad and yet hopeful..."She'll recognise me..."
Frozen in time
I watched as time seemed to stand still
The whole world froze in place
As if someone hit the pause button if you will
And so it continued on for days
I glanced at my old watch made of steel
The pointers weren't moving one bit
Pain in my heart I feel
As if it had been hit
I stared at the joyful faces
Of people that I used to know
They're now in numerous different places
With loving families in tow
I missed being able to move forward
As a statue, I stand motionless in time
Silence surrounded me yet I heard
Words that were once mine
I regret not taking chances
Surely I could have done more
In high regards I used to hold my defenses
Now I wonder what for
I let out a tear
Looked at the people I used to call friend
How I wished they were here
As I held the pictures in my hand
Reader's adventures
On what adventure shall I embark next
Various different options to choose from
I experience them all through written text
Much like an endless silent song
Some words carry me to another place
Some words resonate with me deeply
Others I read through fast, as if it were a race
Whatever their role is, words complete me
A little book made of paper where
Characters are born as stories are told
At the pages I intensely stare
Watching mysteries unfold
Turning pages by the minute
The world draws me in
I know my time is only finite
Yet I can't help but grin
Every beginning has an end
It is only a matter of when
Grateful as I am, after this I simply can't
Be the same person ever again
@Cheeney I absolutely adore your poem.
Those rhymes shape a flow that make it extremely fun to read.
And the meaning you're supporting with it... I can feel it perfectly because reading is such an awesome adventure.
Especially "Greatful as I am, after this I simply can't be the same person ever again" really got me as it totally summarizes my thougths after exploring an impressive piece of literature.
Thank you very much for your magnificent poem, you gave me the biggest smile right now ^^
@FaithForTheWin Thank you so much!
I think we've all felt it.. When you finish a literary masterpiece, sitting there with the book still in your hand, wondering how life used to be before you read this amazing book.
One of my favourite quotes will forever be ''ofcourse it happened inside your head, but why on earth shoud that mean it wasn't real?''
Thanks again for your comment
@Cheeney, I agree! Things that happen in the human mind/brain are definitely real.
Just because we can't see love or measure it clinically, that doesn't mean it isn't real.
Similarly, we cannot measure pain. We can see manifestations of pain (grimaces, flinches, yelps, groans), and we can detect some but not all physical causes of pain (contusions, lacerations, tumors, fractures, etc.) but the pain itself? It's not a thing we can measure in a laboratory.
But it is REAL.
As is fear. Grief. Joy. Anger. Relief. All of these are real.
@Annie Definitely! If the world only consisted of the things we can see and measure physically, it would be a dull place.
Sadly the things you described are real too, pain grief etc, even though we don't know everything about them. I think they're here to teach us and help us grow.
@Cheeney
I absolutely loved reading this. I love it when poetry makes you feel something, and especially the " Grateful as I am, after this I simply can't be the same person ever again" . This shows how each adventure and each moment constantly changes us and was written so brilliantly.
Thanks for sharing!
@Cheeney as someone who spent most of her childhood and adulthood with books instead of people - this was amazing! awesome! loved it <3
@heartfulMusic18 I'm still one of those people Thank you so much
@Cheeney I confess I am still that person too 😊 happily so
you are stronger than you know.
you are going to evolve into someone new, someone like now. a fallen comet a brand to be bought on the market. a nba player on the wall of failure aaa aa aaa aaa error! system encountered an error. try again?
but wait! first,
you got to tear into
yourself, bleed your fingers dry, throw out your plump bruised red skin crawling with germs liver, chew spit chew taste the metallic tint of oxygen make your kidneys a nice liquid, (maybe the boys will come now), throw out the nest of snakes living in the pit.
throw off the intruder living in your body. throw away yourself. there is nothing there.
@lovelyduck8, the raw energy in this poem is a little frightening. But it crackles with all kinds of energy. Much of it seems hopeful: you are stronger than you know.
TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE/SELF-HARM
So late last year, two dear friends of mine committed suicide within the same month. Feeling excruciatingly melancholy and helpless, I turned to what has always been my solace: writing. I wrote this piece in ode to them, and it may come off as dark and cynical, but if you've ever been in the same situation, you will understand the message of hope. I wanted to share this on here because it seemed appropriate. It has no title. Any feedback is very much welcome, I love hearing what people think. Here goes...
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The blood flows bright red, but she doesn't feel a thing.
Dust falls from the ceiling, and she focuses on the granules, falling. Slowly. Freely. Rapidly. Falling.
Her life flashes before her eyes, and the smell of fresias in the suburban summer of 99' flood her senses. Mother in the garden, churning the soil, a young girl, playing in the yard, chasing butterflies to the sandbox.
Her soul, never to return.
The blood gushes; a geyser of crimson before her, and she sits perfectly still.
Entire arm bloodied and broken, she reaches for the stars one more time. Constellations forming in the night sky, she prays to great Orion, "Take it all away".
The impossible dream to live again is a longing she's never felt so strong.
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Dear @FriendlyRaspberryCC, I find this poem very moving. The details of her observations and her memories are well chosen and beautifully expressed.
I started to say which lines I especially like--but there are too many!
It took me ages to find this on my ipad as i'd deleted the app i wrote it on. Anyway this is just a short little poem about memories of my childhood which i wanted to show you guys :) here it is
The summers that I remember
The jingle of the ice-cream van as it comes around the corner
The yells and hoots of the children playing in the street
With balls and scooters and bikes and ropes
These are the summers I remember
The long summer days with nothing to do
Except play on the road with the friends that you meet
Between Bulldog and Hopscotch,
Tip the can and Red Rover
We would stay out on the road 'til the street lights came on
And our mothers would call us a hundred times over
Off to bed at nine o clock to get a good sleep
To get up next morning and just repeat
Those were the summers that I remember
Its not very good i know, but i hope people like it. Poetry is not my strong point lol
@ambitiousPerson9586
i like this poem except for this line
ts not very good i know, but i hope people like it. Poetry is not my strong point lol
pleasae remove it and the poem is much better
@2genpoet that last line was not part of the poem, just a comment about it
@ambitiousPerson9586 Brings happy memories. Liked it A LOT!
