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!!
If you didn't notice my scars,
my change in mood,
my every dream become lost,
if you didn't see what you did to me,
that I hid behind a fake smile,
and cried myself to sleep at night,
if you didn't realize I made those scars,
and why was so afraid to love,
then it's okay.
Bt don't you dare tell me you care,
if you never knew me in the first place
why do you constantly break me,
and drop me,
and tell me you love me,
Why do you tease me,
and hurt me,
and tell me I'm nothing,
why do you tear down my dreams,
and call my gaols stupid,
but most importantly,
why do I listen?
This was beautiful @Clementine103. :-)
I can totally relate to this.
Trigger warning: abuse, bullying, assault, self-harm
By the time she was 2 she had seen drugs and had even done them
By the time she was 3 she had watched her mom slip in and out of relationships
By the time she was 4 she had been concerned with money because mom didn't have it
By the time she was 5 she had watched two men walk out on her
By the time she was 6 she got called fat
By the time she was 7 she got beat up in school
By the time she was 8 she felt as if the world were darker than she originally knew it to be
By the time she was 9 she had been bullied to a point of tears
By the time she was 10 she had lost all love for herself, and tried to help others
By the time she was 11 she swore that the sun only shown to make fun of her for trying to shine
By the time she was 12 she had been sexually assaulted by her father
By the time she was 13 she became a binge eater
By the time she was 14, she began to cut herself and starve for days at a time
By the time she was 15, She had lost her father, and swore she would not make it to her 16th birthday
On my 16th birthday, I will look back on the girl and smile, because my strength comes from inside
@FixingTheBrokenOnes1 this was amazing! thank you for sharing.
This is beautiful @FixingTheBrokenOnes1. Despite the fact the things happened to you, you still managed to live gracefully. I admire your strength. :-)
Anomaly
Between the inside and the outside
I think
the former tends to be bigger,
just as quiet
tends to be louder,
and the stars:
lonelier.
@heartfulMusic18 thank you too!! I'm glad you liked it ^0^
It is eerily convenient to fall back in old patterns,
Even when they do nothing but hurt us.
Because it is like coming back home,
After a dreary night cold and alone.
You step over the curb so familiar,
And wonder why you didn't come back earlier.
The reason comes back to you again soon,
But alas! Not soon enough.
You are already inside and the door is closed,
Which you can't open by will, prayer or force.
So you just stand there, defeated and resigned,
Surrounded by the exquisite gold tapestry you had designed.
You watch it all go up in spectacular flames,
And they kiss you like beasts expertly tamed.
The pain is soothingly sweet,
So much so that you don't mind the heat.
You get consumed all over again,
In the burning house you believed to be home.
Maybe you will know better next time,
Till then, just hold on to life...
The world is merely colorless, made up of black and white.
But since it is the status quo, its perfectly alright.
Though butterflies be grey, and bluebirds not be blue,
I could not possibly care less about the lack of hue.
I met someone today; she struck me as rather nice.
Though I didnt understand it, I was rather enticed.
As I drove home alone that day, something seemed to me changed:
Did the sky possess a blue tint? That is rather strange.
I soon was better acquainted with this person Id met.
I already liked her more than most people Id known yet.
As we conversed more and more, I noticed that her eyes
Were the same exact glistning blue as a clear mornings skies.
My world was colorful, more so than I thought it could be.
No longer did the sad monochromatic shades bind me.
I saw the world as it should be, unlike most of the throng.
I thought to myself happily, ‘Whatever could go wrong?
What I am about to tell you, though tragic, is quite true.
I received the news Sunday, and my heart was torn in two.
Quietly I mourned, and there was no end to my grief.
Sadness and anger mixed as I wept and gnashed my teeth.
The world is merely colorless, made up of black and white.
For some time it was different, and that was my lifes highlight.
I wish the colors hadnt faded; hadnt said Adieu!
I couldn't miss anything more than I miss her eyes blue.
-Lucas D.
@ParanoidPoet
This is so beautifully heartrending :( <3
@BeingTrue Thank you. I'm glad that I was able to convey the sorrow of the narrator in a way that a reader could identify with.
But why should I
Bang goes the fist
Bearing with my pain
Because I am told to obey
But why should I
Black and blue again
Best hide the bruises quick
Because they will never understand
But why should I
Burst into tears
Boy, irony hurts
Because people say 'enjoy life'
But why should I
Brave steps taken
Better take it slow
Because I'm tired
But why should I
Bad people rule the world
Beating the weak
Because we let them
But why should I
contempt is but a second-hand hatred
for what is the greatest thing to have been seen
inasmuch as the earth's beginning
Sun sets, night stars twinkle
It was never for me to choose
Life, to be lived by you
You crept into my window
last night
and made my dark room
infinitely darker
I've already posted this poem but I think it needs to be here :P lol enjoy
I sit alone while the world sleeps In pure and blissful slumber
Their eyes closed and lashes to cheeks they dream with out a number
I sit alone while the world sleeps the night skies I am under
From my walls the shadow creeps while in fear I wonder
A Criticism of Society's Piety for War
What is a scream but a blue-eyed mercy
in a whisper a fortnight from now?
fifteen thousand years in the future,
a minstrel will sing it to you,
and you will sob for the millions left in rubble
My first attempt at writing something "optimistic"...
Butterflies in my stomach,
For the first time, I'm at a loss of words.
My words stutter and I stand,
As still as I shudder.
Nevertheless, my mind seems to possess a mind of it's own,
It is conjuring up things I've never witnessed before.
A sweet mellow wind,
Blowing across a lush meadow;
The grass swaying gently,
Creating a rhythm of it's own.
I hear the stream bickering,
The gigantic tress rustling,
Why is everything asudden,
So calm and undulating?
It's hard to believe that this is the same mind that once before,
Thought of terrible things and pushed me head first onto the ground.
Am I starting to feel hopeful now?
These reflexes seem so unknown.
Whatever may be the reason,
Of this sudden uproar?
I'm still dumbstruck, slack, facing this boy whom I adore,
He's starting into my eyes as though he is connected to my soul.
A look of such predilection in both of our eyes,
I am lost in the spur of the moment,
Before I can get the picture of the time.
A strange sensation on my lips,
I feel as we lean in;
Goosebumps on my skin as I syncopate my body with his;
We seem to be melting in sync.
Maybe this is what it feels like,
To fall in love and dance paradise.
The monsters wouldn't dare to face me now,
There's a hero by my side.
He made me realise that I'm the protagonist of my life.
@proactiveDime3437
do you want to discuss this poem in the poetry writing group?
i love the flow and the optimism
@2genpoet Hey! Glad you kiked this and thanks for the invite, I would love to. But I'm not 100% sure I'd be able to attend the discussion if that's okay...but nevertheless, I'll try my best; wouldn't want to miss out on this opportunity. I have my exams :( but they get over soon
(A/N: This is super ugly im sorry i didnt revise it)
Bathe me in your sinful bliss
The way my hands run cold
And how water flows out of my eyes
People would ask me why
And with a glance
Mixed with bloody eyes and runny noses
I laugh and laugh and laugh.
Bathe me in your sorrowful womb
Where thoughts are heavy
And my body is heavy as well.
When the tears run dry
Yet I still cry,
Will you bathe me in that sinful sorrow?
Correct me, if I'm wrong
When the will to live has died
And my soul has cried enough,
Won't you take me to bed tonight?
And in that bed
Tuck me to sleep,
Shut my eyes
And leave me in peace.
So later I may bathe in my sins
Darling, I adore you
Think of you everyday
Darling, you are perfect
In every single way
Darling, I could never
Describe it just with words
But Darling, I am trying
Even though it hurts
Darling, it breaks my heart a little
But I will be alright
Darling, I can be a shadow
As long as you're my light
Darling, you'll never find a love
Which is purer than mine
Darling, I could be the moonlight
If you'd be my sunshine
But for me, Darling, all of this
Is merely just a dream
Darling, keep in mind
Things are never the way they seem
//Couldn't focus on my work, so I did a little freewrite just to let loose, then decided to touch it up a bit. I don't write much, but here goes. Hopefully your thoughts wander like mine did : P //
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Sometimes I wonder what would happen if
the words in my head, dancing on hot coals
frantically screaming insanity in my ears
filling my waking dreams
my walking dreams, my talking dreams
my cyclical conversations, the ebb and flow
of my static salutations, kept on hold
by the changing tide, the moon rises
to grip the current of events,
drown my sorrows in the glass phrasings
of hollow confirmations of my safety, my loss,
as the spinning earth revolves around my head.
Hells been howling on my mental.
These filial fluctuations robbed my mind
of my space in time, the end rushes
to meet me, my brain gushes
a stream of thoughts unmitigated
a torrent communicated, critically proliferated.
Staccato cracks the crisis.
Damming the flow, the wound appears to heal
catharsis cauterized, I still hide what I feel.
And I wander.
@readyinfive
This was really beautifully written. It is very deep and expressive and captures a lot of aspects to a wandering mind. I enjoyed it a lot. :)
~Jelli
@Jelli
That's really kind of you to say, thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
@readyinfive
do you want to discuss this poem in the poetry writing group?
Shattered Dreams
Dreams were the enemy
Because they looked for finality
In a world where uncertainty survived.
In a reality where time needed to meld into
Daysmonthsyears
Dreams lengthened the minutes
drawing the notch ever tighter
The dreams supressed
became our legacy
thus I became a child of expectation
Presaged and impendent
who fled these dreams
fearing to disappoint
But dreams return, on wings of anticipation,
to shatter ever stronger.
Sup
I look up
my friend arrives
He says 'sup?'
and gives me high fives
We chat for a bit
until he gets bored
I challenge him with my wit
but he just snored
Time for us to part ways
until next time
Maybe one of these days
I'll stop my rhyme