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!!
Slumbring in the drakness
Waiting for you
I try to get up
But fell once again reaching out for you.
Unloved You
How can I unloved you?
I wonder why I fall in love with you the one who never able to secure a future with me,
Since when I become like this?
I am a girl who knows what I want and don't want to risk anything in my life
Why am I crying again and again?
I used to be a strong girl and able to contain my emotion well. What went wrong?
Why me?
Am I too gullible? Am I just that easy?
So how can I unloved you who show me how to feel?
Progress.
Small steps.
Small. Tiny. Boring. Miniscule. Repetitive.
Steps.
I'm shedding some fears,
cleared out some past hurts
Accepted that some things wont be the same.
But now life is gray.
Nothing.
Dull.
Looking to movies,
songs,
series
for temporary highs.
Outside
I see combustion and urban decay
Nature feels like it's dried up.
What is this feeling.
Why can't I feel excitement over sunrise or sunsets anymore?
Voices
Suffering in silence,
stuck with the pain.
When will I adjust?
It's all in my brain.
These voices inside won't leave me alone.
Shouting and screaming,
til they go cold.
My head filled with madness.
These houghts that go on.
Alone I am standing.
I'm tired of these games.
A glimpse of infinity is all we need...
To spiral up, down, left right, and through to realms unknown...
Sometimes wondering "Is this it? or "Will I be alright?" we quiver,
but we are always safe, nestled in the arms of the cosmic Mother.
Love is a trip that we can't get out of and didn't sign up for,
A cruel mistress who takes us where she will,
We think, "I'd be better off without this", but deeply we know,
It couldn't be any other way.
Living, loving, laughing our life is the goal and should be the path,
But love takes us on journeys uncharted, with no promises, no guarantees,
Except one, unfailing, ever-solid, lifetime one,
One day, kicking and screaming if necessary, we will return Home.
A sound— the shattering of glass, perhaps, the roaring of thunder, more likely
Between which millions of years may pass;
between which there is but a fraction of a second
In those years, that second,
reality is a fiction, and fiction trumps what was known
and a scream echoes from the outskirts of fiction
it is mine
(so it goes)
I live life backwards;
Pouring stars into my coffee
And scattering sugar across the skies.
Im just a car crash kid
Dreaming with the brakes cut,
Waiting for an impact that may not be coming.
I know you dont see the world the way I do,
And I know that no one ever will.
Because my sixth grade teacher told me
There was no one with my name
And background
Or with the same experiences as me
Anywhere in time on earth.
She wanted to make me feel better
About being different,
But all it made me feel was lonely.
Lonely and a little sad.
Sad: because youll never
Look into your teacup to see constellations winking back,
And the night sky is out of reach
instead of stored in your sugar dish.
Lonely: because sometimes it feels like were living
In alternate universes,
Not just seeing the same one
Through different eyes;
And how can I say I love you
When it might not mean
What I want it to?
I know Im living backwards,
And I know its more than a little weird.
But at least Im aware enough to see
That you are living life sideways:
Twirling through dark nights
Like the galaxies in my tea kettle,
And the ballerinas you see dancing
In daisy fields.
At least Im brave enough
To see the sharks you watch
swimming in your sink,
And show you the coral reef
Expanding under the surface of the pool.
Maybe I can be vulnerable enough
To tell you about the spiders
Crawling under my skin when I cant sleep at night
As you talk of wolves howling in your head
Maybe,
Just maybe,
We can both be naïve enough
To realize that were not so different,
You and I.
And maybe,
Just for tonight,
We could lay out in a pasture of ballerinas
And watch sugar twinkling overhead.
Maybe together we can quiet the animals
Inside us
And finally get some rest.
@DumpsterBros
wow, i quite literally have goose bumps, that is incredible.
With a smile that shines like the sun And the freckles that resemble the stars, Hair that's dark and mysterious Just like your cute little scars. Your body is like a galaxy, Every time I look up I see you. Don't let the words people say build up and stick like glue. Your heart is made up of glass that hS already been broken, Perhaps the things that I say were the first things really spoken.
Just came up with this on the spot... not perfect but my thoughts in a short poem at the moment.
Everything is weighting down on me.
Dragging me so far under.
Voices that will never stop.
Tears that continue on.
These thougths have consumed me.
Swallowed me whole.
A once colorful world is not too bright anymore.
A world that was gold had faded to black.
My world filled with madness,
filled with sorrow,
filled with pain,
A world with billions... yet I stand alone.
A dark cloud has followed me everywhere.
Raining on eveything.
It never ends.
It never ends.
....please make it end.
If I neer saw daylight again
Or the sky of brilliant blue
I would be happy, if I still
Could, my dear, see you
If flowers never bloomed anew
If the grass withered away
If you were still within my sight
Id rejoice all the day
If I never saw you again
But many a sunrise
And luscious, green, grass standing tall
And flitting butterflies
I would feel empty, despite all
The beauty around me
For youd be gone, Id be alone
In much misery
-Lucas D.
@ParanoidPoet This is amazing. Your choice of words is brilliant and they fit well with the general rhythm of your poem, and they simply sound wonderful. Great work!
The birds outside my window
Crowed about their woes
Flapped their black feathers
Leaving remnants of nightfall
In the bright afternoon sun
Or was it newspapers
Ink-soaked beaks that cried
For doomsday or salvation
Something to disturb the lull
Of everyday mediocrity
That shed their wings at the door
@StellaFinnoh I like where this went, how have I fallen into this routine of unhappiness?
You came into my life like a whirlwind ,
And lifted me off my feet,
Sucked me into your vortex,
Acting like it was a frivolous thing.
So many revelations,
As unforeseen as they may be,
Just brought me closer,
To your charismatic being.
You gave a reason to my living,
And for the first time I found myself feeling,
Self conscious about the way I looked,
On all the days that we were meeting.
I started interpreting signs,
Omens that I never believed in;
Your attitude couldn't be deciphered,
And it left me eternally wondering.
I started picking petals off a rose,
"He loves me, he loves me not",
Imagine my self doing this before?
Definitely not.
Why couldn't you just answer,
Why can't you be sure,
I can't play this game anymore,
It isn't my forte.
You're leaving in a few days,
I won't get to see you like before.
Maybe it's for the good that we're parting,
Maybe I'll find someone like you who could fill up the hole.
You'll be just another memory,
Etched onto my brain,
Just another person,
Leaving me torn and in pain.
The thing that saddens me is that,
I never got to hear your end of this tale.
Storm
Life is a storm at sea
whipping up waves
beating harshly against
the ships that navigate
its dark chaotic waters.
Have courage, sailor.
the storm will pass
and you will live to see it through.
@DearMySanity I like this poem alot. good imagery
Choose a Side
They told you tonight
decide what you want
choose what to believe
but you don't know what it is you want
What should you believe?
all the arguments are so convincing
this is right but so is this,
even though they aren't the same at all.
they want you to choose a side
but you don't hold fully
with either.
So you stood your ground
and bore the weight of their thoughts
They asked you to choose,
but they only wanted you to
stay on their side,
and when you couldn't,
everyone else tried
to pull you apart,
let them each have an arm
he can have a leg,
but for God's sake,
keep your soul and mind.
They're all that you've got.
A thousand fears
Eyes full of tears
No smiles no cheers
Cursing the seers
Who said that the world
Was going to change
Abuses at them hurled
In languages strange
It was still the same,
Still mad, she screamed
Still thirsty for fame
And yet she dreamed
For a hope, for a light
From this hell, to take flight
For a future that was bright
San the wrong, full of right
For something else,
Something good
To correct the wrongs,
The misunderstood
To make a change
As very few would
And thus she stood.
Swing
[prompted by this image]
Withered leaves were blowing in the wind
on this tree that was once a natural king
Here sat a little boy who had sinned
being punished by pain's eternal swing
Moonlight caught the boy's eye
a wonderous sight in these dark days
He had known his time was also nigh
still I doubt he's going to change his ways
He glanced down at the earth below
exhausted from constantly being swung around
With his despair not far in tow
he leapt right towards the solemn ground
Illusion of peace
This illusion of peace enchants the innocents
softly luring them to lower their guard
Why must we continue to fall for its tricks
why must keeping the peace be so damn hard
The exchange of smiles softens their spirit
false pretenses never fail to clouden their mind
Why must we keep on this ridiculous charade
why must true love take forever to find
Though I wonder, maybe it is best not knowing
when many of us are living just to survive
Why must we bare pain and suffering daily
why must obstinacy be the only thing keeping us alive
I switch on my television to watch the news
another attack on humanity darkens our earth
Why must we eradicate precious life
Why must war live in an eternal cycle of rebirth
The girl in the red shoes
Sitting beside me on the bus
Hummed a little tune
As we rode among clouds of fog
In the murky swamp
Of the night
Her voice squeaked and broke
Over speed bumps and pitfalls
High pitched and timid
The little songbird crooned
And creaked
Like tired worn wheels
Shrapnel
Shrapnel.
That's all that's left
of the wreckage of my soul
broken pieces that
I can't put back.
I guess I'll just
carry on like
nothing ever happened
and hope that it
fixes itself.
trigger warning...sexual implications/heartbreak/grief/pain
Simple.
Versus
Complex.
The simple thing is, you're a guy.
And I'm a woman with holes
that you can fill.
The complex thing is i'm a woman
with varying, unpredictable emotions.
The simple thing is
to you
this is fun.
a game.
something to express relief
let off some steam.
The complex thing is
to me
it's more than just fun
it's penance
it's a desperate attempt at reconciliation
so that you love me again.
The simple thing is
you told me
that you cant
you dont want to forgive me.
You cant love me
you dont want to love me.
You just like me.
You
have honestly
told me
what is your truth.
You told me
that there is something special
but nothing serious
because my complexities
stress you out.
The complex thing is
I have an unrelentless desire
to hope
because
i still love you.
The simple thing is...
you just don't...anymore.
I'm just comfortable.
With good days, that make you love me
but if i go too much
you're sick of me.
The complex thing is
I think your opinion of me can change.
The simple thing is you wont.
The complex thing is i think I have a shot.
Or I'm staying just so I dont see you flirting with other women (not like i'll know since i never see your facebook or the possible other women you talk to)
The simple thing is
I keep accepting this treatment, because i think i deserve it.
for hurting you.
because of my past.
The complex thing is
you actually think i deserve this too
with your merciless entitlement.
And your selfishness to keep me, same as mine.
The simple thing is
I could just let it go and take the fun too.
The complex thing is
I can't. Because I still love you.
This is a poem I wrote when my therapist gave me the prompt to write something about being the mother of a child who self harms (In the child's point of view)
You may say you understand
but I know that you don't.
You don't know what I do
when I'm behind closed doors.
You say you've felt this same way
especially at my age.
But mama, we're different.
You don't understand my pain.
You don't hear my dark thoughts
when I fall apart in bed.
But thankfully sleep is a cousin of death.
I'm alone in my room
pretending this bed is my tomb.
But some nights imagining my metaphorical death
is still not enough to kill these thoughts in my head.
Mama you never saw what was beneath my sleeves,
where scars replaced lovely skin
and blood and blades brought relief.
But I know you won't understand Mama,
so why bother with this?
But wait a minute Mama
are those
scars
on your
wrists?
@TaintedHaze This is such a beautiful poem <3
I wrote this song in the depths of a depression.
"Hard to Maintain"
My body always feels like it's about to die
Blacken my lungs to maintain my mind
Reach for the rhythm, wrist under my thumb
And blow smoke at the insatiable sun
I'm still here I'm still here I'm alright I'm still here I'm alright
(Skipping the second verse for the sake of brevity)
If I love you its in spite of all the fear inside of me
If I stay it's against every impulse I have to leave
My body fights and wants to flee
My mind is tired and tortures me
But i
I still believe