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!!
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.
@weepingartist, this poem touches a nerve. It's amazing.
@BraveSpirit -hugs-
thanks.
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 beautifully written
@TaintedHaze amazing truly beautiful
@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
@Sjr, this really speaks to me.
@Annie
It means a lot to me to hear you say that. Really. It means more than I can express to you.
This song was me finally being able to express the desperation and conflict I felt within me. It means the world that you connect with it because it is so close to my heart.
If you would like to hear the song I posted it on YouTube some time ago.
@Sjr, My first reply was so short -- I'm on vacation at a remote inn with iffy internet.
What captured me most was what seemed to be the struggle to stay with someone and love them even when fear of being hurt or fear of exposing our real selves is screaming at us to protect ourselves, take no risks, don't be vulnerable--leave!
And I applaud and admire the strength portrayed! And the will to keep trying. It uplifts and inspires me.
I've never really written anything, and I've discussed with several people if this is even really poetry or not. But I still think this is the most appropiate place to share. Enough excuses for now, here you go:
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Im going to tell you a story thats not true,
about how my soul got overwhelmed with darkness.
When the only color I can be, is blue,
and it feels like theres no progress.
I dont remember the last time,
that I could tell you what I like to do.
Where have my passion and spirit gone, Im in my prime,
I dont know how I survived after all Ive been put through.
And this story cant possibly be true and it must all be in my head,
because everyone keeps telling me its easy to get out and I should man up.
But then again, they still have their spirit and I only dread,
life just suck all fluid left out of my cup.
At this point I dont care what the truth is anymore,
Ive dismissed those little steps forward out of the door.
Why cant anyone help me understand,
I know I cant do this alone anymore, I need a helping hand.
But I very much so doubt that someone will reach out,
and if someone does, they wont be able to change anything, no doubt.
I know Ive given up a long time ago, even if I try to convince others I still try,
but dont worry, its not like Ill tell you once I cry.
I know you wouldnt be able to handle the real me, I know, I tried before.
So Ive given you the mildest version of my story you could ask for.
In reality the storys in reality an infinite times more dark, thats being a realist.
But even if I wanted to, words to explain how I really feel dont exist.
I hope this story shows I know what you are going through.
And I promise you Im always here for you if you need someone, youll never have to wait in queue.
If you will ever be the happy person you used to be, I cant say.
But I can assure you I will be there alongside you with a hand on your shoulder, all the way.
So.. where shall we begin?
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@DarkWolf I think this is poetry and it is a wonderful one. I am glad you shared it.
@DarkWolf In my opinion this is really good and poetic. I enjoyed reading it as it somehow reminds me of my older self.
This was my first love poem, after I had fallen in love with a lass. I hadn't yet refined my style or wording.
I dont know how I should feel.
I dont know what to do.
I dont know if I should be in love
At this age, but its true.
Its not a pleasant feeling;
Full of lots of pain.
But then again, I wouldnt ever
Wish that it would wane.
If you are reading this now
Words of advice, please take.
When youre in love at my age
Your feelings may be fake.
I dont know if this feelings true.
I hope and pray it is.
But then, I dont think I could ever
Live without feeling this
But is this love requited?
Alas, I do not know.
Im praying that it is, even
Though I dont think so.
Where to go from here?
Will it cease or go well?
My answer to that, my reader:
Only time will tell.
-Lucas D.
@ParanoidPoet OMG i love that , wow , great job honey
@niceMap6412 Thank you.
Your simplicity
clashes with my complexities.
Your simplicity is a straight narrow expresslane.
Narrowing down to the easiest, most convenient solutions.
My complexities sees more than just one lane.
There's an intersection overhead, a detour in the next 3 miles and an exit on the next turn,
there are also interesting distractions to amuse you for the long ride.
You have a racecar with improving engines.
I have a vintage beetle car meant for cruising.
You insist I drive faster, as if that will cure me.
You insist I stop tailgating so that I can focus and drive on my own speed.
So i dont need you anymore, so I get stronger and better...
The painful part is I really DO SEE
what you intend for me.
What YOU DONT SEE is that's not how my car is designed to be.
I need constant repairs and stopovers. I need sentimental affection and kindness.
I'm not all about efficiency,
or popularity
or trends and likes and all that shit.
You keep telling me we're different but all you insist on
is your lane. Your vision, your rules, your ideals.
Without seeing how hard I've been burning all my spare tires for you.
I'm practically rolling onto my rims
and you tell me I'm not doing it right.
Of course not, because I dont go by your design.
Maybe it's time I stop pretending to be like a sleek, sexy, racecar.
Just cruise by the views and take stops for a while...so I enjoy the sunsets
the bright stars
and the sunlight breaking at dawn.
So that I enjoy life
and not worry about my performance.
@weepingartist,
Yes . . . yes . . . And again, yes.
Trigger warning: depression, suicide, anxiety
I went to therapy
because in one of my dark episodes,
I realized I didn't want to lose you
When you were ready to walk away.
I wanted to save what I can about us,
because this is something
that I never dreamed would happen with you.
This is something
that years of abuse and neglect did to me.
Fears, doubts, feelings of worthlessness,
unexplainable longing for approval and validation.
I saw it in you,
before you completely saw my wounds,
love...adoration...innocence.
Being your first has produced in me
"guilt"
That you cannot understand,
that now
you dont want to understand
out of fear.
Because I've come so far as to project all my pain
onto you.
The walls that went down,
are back up, reinforced, tougher, thicker
while I keep scaling, finding ways to get in, my heart on my sleeve,
only to be shut down, beaten down...
lured, seduced, used
but never forgiven.
Never welcome.
Never again.
I went to therapy
in hopes you see
in hopes you walk with me in this
in hopes that you actually hope too.
But I sense
suspicion, doubt, manipulation
turning me into something you think
I ought to be
someone you think
I should grow up into.
Telling me it's
for my sake.
Without catering to my needs...
I went to therapy
with the wrong hopes.
With the wrong goal.
You stopped loving me,
the moment you let go of my hand
while we were supposed to walk in darkness.
Saying noble things
that I should save myself
that I should not rely on other people.
that I should not need people to help me.
That no man can withstand it.
That I am on my own.
I am in therapy,
because...you dont want me
anymore.
Last Time
Left in the morning
With my hat and a smile
I thank the lord it's possible
That was the last time
Come in from the rain
It's a sunny day
Penny for your thoughts you wanted a dime
That was the last time, last time
(Chorus)
'Cause I remember the last time
A ticket and a kiss and a long goodbye
On a plane flying south
That was the last time
I filled my glass up
Yes I'll drink it down
But I can't be the maker of your dreams
For the last time
It's like telling a story
To a little child
My ear to the phone and I'm shaking my head
For the last time, the last time
(Chorus)
'Cause I remember the last time
A push and a shove and an adios
My damn car won't start
It was the last time
(Solo)
(Middle Eight)
Getting out was easy
Coming back to stay's a trick
Losing my mind was fun
Finding it was a joke
(Breakdown)
Turning my back on you
Turning my back on pain
Turning my back on you
Turning my back on pain
Last time
(Reprise)
End