OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Goodbye Trailer

Goodye trailer, goodbye my dear friend

A place that I felt safe in

I know you werent too mcuh to look at

but your the one I will miss in the end!!!

I will miss the days I lived inside your thicket walls

and how the paint was mismatched on the walls

You may have had alot of cons but to me they were pros

I liked the way I felt livng here and hate how I have to go

I loved the way the sunshine came through my bedroom windows

and how the rain sounded on your roof

I dont think of you as this mitake but as a blessing to put it all

I will never love another place like you not even the more than the mall, I will never love a place as long as i shall live on this earth after losoing you iam heartbroken as can be

I will never forget your memories

You were my only trailer i really ever Loved

I hate how people put you down

i rather live in you tahn have a manchion with Crown

I hate to shut this door due to the fact that it hurts me to my core

Iwont forget the way you made me feel

Living here is the best time and it was real

I cant go even though I have no choice

I just hope that oneday I could rejoice

For some people livng in a trailer is the hardest thing they go through

for me saying Goodbye is the hardest thing I wil ever have to do

I wrote this becaue i ahve to leave my home. My fmaily pciked a house over a trailer and Im sad and hurt

I know its for the best but I cna put my feelings at rest

Nothing you can do to undo this pain

but maye your love can keep the memory the same

I know you doing what you think is right

im just hoping everything will be alright

yes iam crazy and yes iam fun

but man you have away of wrecking all of me

taking my dreams away and not ltting me be free

why dont you take a gun a jsut shoot e now

I mean Im dying slowly anyhow

i was expecting better from you

but I guess Im jt a fool

imnot going to end my life

cuz

then you have all strife

sh's settingh here picking petals of the flowers

wondering if he loves her or not

she stares at each petal, one petal falls off, he loves me

then the petal again falls to the ground he loves me not

she's setting there as she picks petal to petal

wondering what will be the end result

she does this instead of asking if he loves her or not

I guess she wanted to find out the truth

hoping maybe destiny would give her a sign

These Words Are Not Enough

A search for meaning

turns up empty hands

for meaning cannot be found

It must be made.

You must decide what the words mean.

do not bother with

what the author thought

Instead, what significance

you place upon the words

upon a feather dropped mid-flight

upon anything and everything

that crosses your path

That is all that matters.

I isolate myself from the crowd
because I don't want to get too
attached to people that i know
wll leave me.

I'm breaking and no one sees it
I thought I was over it
But change is a word I encounter
every single day.

Loneliness,
A word I don't know how to encounter
Happiness,
The feeling I can't comprehend
But I realize the two come together
And make my favourite thing:
Lonely happiness

Maybe I'll try making myself happy
So others don't have to.

The nail polish I wore on our last date

is chipping away slowly but surely

Just as I'm trying

to chip thoughts of you from my memory

Now I'll grieve for the could have beens

But when this paint

fully falls from my fingertips

so too will I relinquish

the grasp you have

upon my love.

It didnt work, It never did.

Through my grasp it slid.

Now I ask myself was it really there?

Or an illusion just true to be fair.

I wanted it to go on, thinking I found it,

But nope,it turned out to be the same old ___.

I know the positives and negatives of all,

But my thoughts make me fall.

I guess someday the reality of my thoughts will change,

That day it will be strange,

Cause I have known predictability too long,

That my doubts have become more strong.

I know for one, someone must be like me,

The search continues till I am free.

Free from the loneliness,

From the actual mess.

Hi, I got a pm from @2genPoet asking me to post the announcement for his meeting tomorrow of the POETRY WRITERS DISCUSSION.

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Poetry Writers Discussion

Sunday, March 6

When? 11:00 a.m. EST, which is 4:00 pm GMT. And I think its 9:00 pm in Pakistan

Where? Guided Discussion Room (Go to Chat -> Group Support -> Guided Discussion. This room will be opened a few minutes before the meeting starts.)

What? The workshop is envisioned as a weekly meeting to work on and closely discuss original poems by people in the 7 Cups Community. More information here.

The poems for discussion on March 6 are:

Sound of Silence by @Cheeney

Betrayal by @JoyCS

(untitled poem) by @persistentWillow4292

Farewells by @2genPoet

You can read them HERE.

@faithlove1111 @WarmCaramel26 @pureatheart25 @Sane12 @heartfulMusic18 @persistentWillow4292 AndrogynousPeach @raingirlpoet @Cheeney @SpeakFromtheHeart @PoeticGuy

Hi, The following is a poem that summarizes my exeperince with homeless life in a shelter.

Replies would mean a lot to me.

BROKE

Mere men in malignant mire

Here some fail to aspire,

Squander and Squalor with no place left to wander.

I drift in this melancholy

Stillness.

Ever depressed to be beneath the rest

Duplictious debts due them in.

Wreckage and Ruin play against the Karmatic melody.

Living in lament in this crowded torment.

Rules that flicker on and off and on oh ____ OFF!

Impoverished pieces of ____ who just don't get it....

Who just don't get it...

Cozy Catatonic Creeps, Does Insanity Ever Sleep?

Stir crazy, nerves fried, no food that feeds.

No showers that clean. Exhausting the empty.

Evil men, broken lives, some of them drained from treacherous wives.

Dope fiends with warped schemes

Frustrations we can't quell.

Machines on their death knell.

All of us losers dwell in

But, a slippery step above hell.

(redactions by forum mentor annie)