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!!
Sworn fealty
Steel was shimmering in the sun
Blood stains rested on our swords
Remains of the battle we had won
With pride we could return to our lords
The victory was finally ours
Yet there was not a smile to be found
Seconds seemed like hours
As we stood there without a sound
Meaningful looks were exchanged
As we counted our losses
You'd think we were deranged
As we obediently ran back to our bosses
Many of our friends had died
At the hands of our enemy
They left loving families behind
I fulfill my role dreadfully
With a heavy heart I carry the body bags
Filled with our lost brothers
The lords treat them like old rags
Not even a proper funeral, no one bothers
Our lords arrive at the gate
Hesitantly I bend my knee
To the bastards I wholeheartedly hate
Someday I'll break free
For now I'll just play along
Waiting for the perfect opportunity
Singing a silent grieving song
While I punish them for their unforgivable cruelty
@Cheeney
Once again, I really enjoy reading your poem. This one really has a good flow because of the alternate rhyme and meter (even though I don't know which meter to be honest). For me it creates a wonderful flow in you poem that makes it easy to read and kind of just lets your mind slide through the lines.
Is this poem about the Medieval Ages?
Because it really reminds me of those times when I read it. The style also blends with the Medieval times.
Does it take place in a specific country or time? I really am curious about it :)
@FaithForTheWin Thank you so much!
Yes, it is about the medieval ages. I wrote this one right after watching Game of Thrones so that might have had something to do with it
What inspired me was when Bran said ''if we can't even protect our own bannermen, why should they protect us''. I imagine it being like this too in medieval times. Everyone fought for a lord, many of them forced, others because they had sworn fealty. They looked to them for protection but the lords in return used them when they needed to fight wars.
Time period, well, I've always loved the Late Middle Ages, this would take place in the 15th century.
@Cheeney, the two opening lines just slayed me. I could see the swords! And the concept of the blood "resting" on the blade, that made me pause and think ....
Yes, pun intended :)
@Annie Haha, thank you so much!
A pun filled life is a fun filled life!
Bit of poetry I wrote (currently untitled):
Give me your careless words and your thoughtless comments,
I will breathe them away and leave the skeletons hanging there.
I cant take everything, you know. Im only the wind.
Still, Ive whirled away your teasing, your bullying,
your arrows that you shoot straight into others hearts.
I can create deafening silence with my faint, hushed voice,
dissolving words in my gentle sighs,
but the arrows remain.
The children you called fat, dumb, weird -
you cracked their vessels and I slipped in.
And when you shut them out, told them they werent good enough -
you stabbed them, hard, and I cooled the wound.
Your harsh, grating laughs rang in their ears,
reverberating in their dreams.
I cant take everything, you know. Im only the wind.
Im not strong enough to patch the vessels,
pull out the knives,
wipe away the laughs,
and heal all the wounds youve given them.
Still, I collect the words and bequeath my whispers,
whispers that echo the horror of your torments.
I caressed the hair of the little children
who sat outside where the grass tickled their bony knees
and mimicked my whispers to convince themselves
of the well-known myth:
Sticks and stones may break my bones…
but words will never hurt me.
@04yellowboat19 Hi, I can see what's called a conceit here - which is an extended metaphor. It's when you take two things that are opposites, or are not the same in this case, put them together and create a poem with them. So I'm thinking that you've chosen the bullying and the wind. I like that this is from the point of view of the wind. In terms of a title, you could come up with one, or alternatively, you can also choose to just use the first line of the poem perhaps. In the end it seems that you don't believe on the well-know myth - am I correct in this assumption? I've enjoyed your poem.
Dear @04yellowboat19, this poem has an intense impact. (And I'm one of those who almost never uses the word "impact" because I think it should be reserved for things like cars colliding, meteors hitting the earth, and that kind of thing.)
The gentleness of the speaker to the bully -- yowza. How unexpected and compelling.
The telling of how the speaker cooled the wounds of the injured ones and ruffled their hair when they had been stabbed hard and shut out -- it's heart-stinging.
The description of the speaker's helpless inability to pull out the knives -- and the harsh, grating laughs ringing in their ears and reverberating in their dreams -- oh, just kick me in the guts.
I've read this poem several times and actually couldn't respond for a while, the impact was that powerful.
(breathing in slowly, breathing out slowly)
@04yellowboat19 myth indeed! I loved this... amazing!
(Trigger Warning. self-harm, relationship abuse)
My Everything
I'm madly in love with you.
My mind replays the image of your face
like a broken tape.
I'm infatuated by you.
The way you wrap your arms around me;
how soothing it is!
I'm obssessed with you.
Thoughts of you cut me endlessly,
and sometimes I don't want to stop.
You're madly in love with me,
never leaving my side,
only tailing me like a dog.
You are infatuated by me.
You look at me every single day,
whispering sayings into my ears.
You're obssessed with me.
And you're stuck to me like a gum.
It pained me to get rid off you.
When I think about you:
You're a grim cloud,
looming over my head.
You're the knife
that slashes my wrists.
You're my broken mixtape,
playing over and over.
You're my lover and my mistress
who I can't let go.
Yet--
You're my everything,
but I want you to become nothing.
You're my depression,
but I want you to be my vitality.
You're my illness,
but I want you to be my cure.
Why are you my everything
when you are really nothing?
@persistentWillow4292 wow this is incredible, you've put in words exactly what I'm feeling. Thanks for posting this this is great!
@persistentWillow4292
this poem brought tears to my eyes, really good
@persistentWillow4292
truer than true of the truest torture there is.
As I stand
Conduct the band
The music we play
Could sadden each day
As I look
Down at my book
The words stare back
And laugh at my lack
Music of tomorrow
We play with sorrow
Reflecting my thoughts
On the sheets we brought
My mind is calm
As my palms
Move swiftly
It seems misty
We must play on
The intro far gone
Together we play
Til the end of all days
First Love
I loved her at a time
when I felt unloved,
unlovable.
When everyone but her proffered advice but little support,
change in a world of flux,
when I yearned for stability.
But my hunger was dagger-sharp and deep.
and its wounds were found in her reticence,
in her down-turned eyes.
So I distanced myself while there was still love to cherish,
A pinpoint on the horizon, like a twinkling star.
but I seek it yet,
in hotel lobbies and airport terminals,
among the arrivals and reunions,
The embraces with bouquet laden arms.
I study the farewells with the promises of return,
And grieve the passion that has vanished,
of a love flown, never to recur.
@2genpoet this is beautiful! and yet, a love flown is love nevertheless?
@2genpoet
I adore the phrase "dagger-sharp and deep"!
She waiting on God to help her,
Waiting for him to send her his love
Waiting on him to send help from above
waiting for his mercy for thins she has done wrong
waiting for him to help her move on
waitimg for him to tell her the truth
waiting for him to help her through
waiting for him to give her a sign
waiting on him to tell her everythings going to be fine
waiting on him to give her his love
waiting , just waiting, wnderinmg if he will come through tis time
hoping he is there and that he still cares.
@pureatheart25, what I like about this poem is the repetition of "waiting ... waiting" and then the sudden switch in the last line to "hoping." Very effective!
I know that I have done wrong but I only did those things to help someone
to help them be safe from waht danger awaits them
I know that you have to give to receive but Ithink I have given to my handsbleedwhy shpoukd I punish for things that I think aree right
whats the point of having free will if you can say whats on your mind
I have tobe myself even if it not what others like
Iam not going to change jsut to fit in
I think that the biggest sin you can make towards your self develoment
Iam not anyones hereo just myself hereo cuz man if soemone goes through helll they deserve to be in heaven , I want that mooment when I found my self to return
if I cant be me iam not having any fun
You can get mad at me for the way that iam I cnt let go of this person I ahve become if you want me to you shalkl be shun
sorry about misspeled words I was feeling like down and I as in th zone lol of wriiting
@pureatheart25,
The statement "I have given until my hands bleed" was very powerful to me.
I don't need a teacher anymore
unless that teacher is wise
I don't think I should take pointers
from a person who doesn't have a life
if you are a bad person don't give me advice,
find yourself someone to help you through your life
and leave mine alone,
man I hate in-laws
dont get me wrong mine are great its jsut they try to control every apect of my life
Today I will try to stop wondering why iam in a bad place
I will find beauty in every sittuation
I hate how that if your tying to be nice person you still get nothing in return its like why iam I being punished for doing good, even though I went about it the wrong way I shouldnt be punsihed for it
exspceailly if I was trying to help I was just thinking out of fear but now my bad luck
wont dissapear, I guess Karma dosent care if your attentions were good or not if you do something wrong to soemone yo still get a mark
a mark tI dont deserve but whatever I guess next time Ill know better!
I want you and I to be together like this
all I ever wanted was us to have perfect bliss
I cant remmber the time I was happy besides now
but I dont think my destiny is going let us have it anymore
I didnt look ahead to our future I was being so caught up in the moment that II ddint think thisn could end , but now It may now we cant win
I cant believe we will loose our way just becuase I couldnt look away
into the future I guess i should have known that all things good can come undone.
@pureatheart25
there is so much impending doom in this poem
Hold on.
Hold on to the love
dont let it trickle between your fingers
all good things can come undone but they neednt to
hold on
i have a poem to post called Hold i will post it
@2genpoet
aww thanks I appreciate the feeback, yea i have been feeling so lost and betrayed and i love your opinion of holding on, thanks sometimes we need someone to tell us what to do cuz we cant find our way when we dont know if were bring strered in right directin or not.
I ove to seethe poem you said youll put up