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!!
I dont want to go back there,
Ive had enough despair.
Stop bringing back the pain,
I want to think good of you,
But you havent changed.
You come when Im free,
Then tie me up in chains
You come to me when Im having fun
Then force me into shame
You tie me against myself with twines,
Then force me to say to others that Im fine.
You tell me Im ugly, too fat, not worth it, not able capable of life
You tell me when Im happy, all I feel are lies
You edge me closer to the knifes
And tell me that Ill be better in other lifes
I want to get better, I strive
But you make me not want to live another night
You filled what I had left full of fright
Youve made the end of the tunnel, have no light.
@wittyPomegranate3224
yes stay way
keep to the path of healing
stay away from people who want you weak and drag you down
i love the self wawareness here
if you need help staying wawt from destructive relationships i am here
Trigger Warning: self harm
Removed
(This is a poem I wrote when I was very depressed.)
Scared and shivering
Impossibly alone
Dejected I stand
Rejected by the world
Branded a burden, I trudge
With no sense of purpose
Smiles like painted masks
Plaster my face
I am nothing but a waste of space;
An unwanted existence
Each night I try to sleep
I face my demons
Who try to devour me and my sanity
Tearing me apart with
The words I cannot say...
Laying awake in bed all night,
Afraid to drown in the
Sea of cold voices
Blaming me for being the way I am
A glimpse in the past,
Tightens my chest..
Laboured breathing,
And infinite heartache
Is what follows.
The scars I have
Are not from honourable battles
Won at the border...
They are carved
Some on my wrists
Others on my heart
By a lost girl;
A shadow of her lost battles
A raging war of survival;
Because sometimes I am ready to die,
But I still want to live more...
I stand at the wake of devastation
Seeing my attempts to escape
The cold cage of emptiness
Fall to nothing
Bit by bit
Redefining my worthlessness
I am trapped in my own mistakes
A price I have to pay
I still try to play along the charade
Of laughter and mindless talk
But sometimes when I am alone
And a single memory comes drifting by,
A reflection of my past
A picture of a broken soul,
Reminding me of the horrors,
The pain that comes in waves
Even when no wounds show
As I register the depth
Of the pit I have fallen into,
I try to find myself
In that midnight darkness
Waiting for the unknown,
I discern that
The walls closing in on me,
Cold and heartless,
Show no mercy...
So, I am left alone to live,
The nightmare that I have created,
The nightmare of a fragile girl,
Whose emotions are all over the place,
Stuttering and mumbling,
Making her way through the lonely walls
Of a never ending dark tunnel
Each stone resonating with her sad existence
Where the silence splits her open…
Making her way through a world
From where she was removed...
Some days, I will see a butterfly flutter by
and it will be the most beautiful thing;
an art form in itself;
a beautiful lack of judgement and hatred,
so vivid that it cannot even begin to imagine
what dull, listless emotions humans do have.
Some days I am that butterfly.
Some days, I cough down the sweet nectar that
I spend my days collecting
and flitter from flower to flower, delighted,
in my quest to finish all that is meant for me in life.
These times, like butterflies, are short-lived.
Most days are the furious twiddling of fingers,
crushing and prying,
rocking back and forth in my seat,
trying not to cry in a sea of unawares,
because nobody can even begin to fathom the thoughts
in the last flutter of a butterfly's wings.
Trigger Warning
This is my original poem-
You said you loved us, yet when I would get a math problem wrong or mom would drop a dish you explode in a rampage full of violence.
You said you loved us, yet when I would cry or get sick you'd laugh and tell me to grow up even though I was 5
You said you loved us, but one night I heard mom crying and screaming.. begging you to stop.
You said you loved us, but when I would get home from school mom would be covered in fresh bruises.
You said you loved us, yet late at night you would creep in my room and hurt me but I would always pretend I was asleep.
You said you loved us, yet we would be covered in bruises and cuts and welts..
You said you loved us.....
But Daddy...
How is that love?
How is that love...
@tallShade4679
these are words that have to be said
they are so powerful and poetry allows the catharsis to say these words
you have been wounded
the next poem is how you heal
how the child within you finds the love that she never received
how the child within you heals from the trauma of being abused
wite me that poem Shade
three months
and I'm done
I graduated
and it's been three weeks or so
since my last day from therapy.
some of the last words my therapist gave me
was that i show psychological signs of a battered woman
-- maybe even worse.
because...who indeed
stays for 7-8 hours...or more...from 11pm to 9am
trying to reason with someone that won't listen?
my therapist
pointed out the pattern
how you would never acknowledge any responsibility
for pushing me into the precipice of killing myself
even just the idea that maybe -- some of your "meaningful" and
"thoughtful" actions are not exactly advised by anti-suicide hotlines and websites
or that maybe your lack of research was more to blame for your frustration on being unable to truly help me
--which...you also do not acknowledge by the way.
because you'd twist and twist...and twist and twist the truth around
and tell me how you don't want to hear any of it.
how i should see more of your pain and frustration instead
how i should see the stress i gave you because you were depressed
how i should be the one guilty for making your life miserable and that i wasted your time because you loved me.
how you would point out how thankless i am, for even thinking that you should apologize for things so that we reconcile and heal.
because you think that you won't get anything out of this.
because you think...and you're so convinced that I went therapy just for myself.
and how everytime a day after you tell me you "like me so much you start to think i'm girlfriend material again" or
"maybe i fall inlove with you sooner" and I screw up you take all of it back. and say how "disappointed" and "stressed" and "difficult" i am.
and tell me how "no man will ever tolerate this" or how you tell me
"i'm the only one that handled this bullshit drama for so long and now i'm tired of it!"
"i'm sick of it! you make me sick!"
"you owe me for that year!"
"you owe me for the time i wasted on you! fuck sake!"
"I hate women because of you, i think you're all difficult!"
and i would try to appease you and calm you down and take back what i said.
and say no more.
no more.
it's my fault.
I'm sorry.
I love you, I did therapy for you, why can't you see that?
"It's only been three months and you think that's enough!? LOL. TRY IT FOR A YEAR. i can't even love anymore!"
I'm sorry please...why is it not enough. I went to the best therapy i could afford
"then don't show me any of your dramatic bullshit for a year! i don't want to hear it!"
and on...and on...and on.
then my therapist says how after the abuser calms down,
they have passionate sex.
and then a lull happens.
until the tension builds up again
and blows up on our faces.
and that's what exactly happened.
just three days ago.
now I'm sitting here, being torn inside with guilt.
how if i let you go, i'm responsible for how your life turns out and the hatred you have for women because of me.
how if i walk away, the abuse that i didn't intend to pass on to our relationship from my ex will be passed on to your future partners.
I want to carry all the weight. the pain. the guilt...i want to acknowledge everything.
but therapy keeps showing me enough is enough.
even if i loved you.
i can't make you forgive me.
i can't help you choose therapy, because you don't want to.
what you want to do is i pay.
no matter what i do...i must pay.
and be manipulated to pretend that i'm okay...just so you love me back.
then maybe...things will change.
even if i know it won't unless you get help.
@weepingartist EDIT. SORRY I MADE TYPOS...FIXED IT NOW
three months
and I'm done
I graduated
and it's been three weeks or so
since my last day from therapy.
some of the last words my therapist gave me
was that i show psychological signs of a battered woman
-- maybe even worse.
because...who indeed
stays for 7-8 hours...or more...from 11pm to 9am
trying to reason with someone that won't listen?
my therapist
pointed out the pattern
how you would never acknowledge any responsibility
for pushing me into the precipice of killing myself
even just the idea that maybe -- some of your "meaningful" and
"thoughtful" actions are not exactly advised by anti-suicide hotlines and websites
or that maybe your lack of research was more to blame for your frustration on being unable to truly help me
--which...you also do not acknowledge by the way.
because you'd twist and twist...and twist and twist the truth around
and tell me how you don't want to hear any of it.
how i should see more of your pain and frustration instead
how i should see the stress i gave you because i was depressed
how i should be the one guilty for making your life miserable and that i wasted your time because you loved me.
how you would point out how thankless i am, for even thinking that you should apologize for things so that we reconcile and heal.
because you think that you won't get anything out of this.
because you think...and you're so convinced that I went therapy just for myself.
and how everytime a day after you tell me you "like me so much you start to think i'm girlfriend material again" or
"maybe i fall inlove with you sooner" and I screw up you take all of it back. and say how "disappointed" and "stressed" and "difficult" i am.
and tell me how "no man will ever tolerate this" or how you tell me
"i'm the only one that handled this bullshit drama for so long and now i'm tired of it!"
"i'm sick of it! you make me sick!"
"you owe me for that year!"
"you owe me for the time i wasted on you! fuck sake!"
"I hate women because of you, i think you're all difficult!"
and i would try to appease you and calm you down and take back what i said.
and say no more.
no more.
it's my fault.
I'm sorry.
I love you, I did therapy for you, why can't you see that?
"It's only been three months and you think that's enough!? LOL. TRY IT FOR A YEAR. i can't even love anymore!"
I'm sorry please...why is it not enough. I went to the best therapy i could afford
"then don't show me any of your dramatic bullshit for a year! i don't want to hear it!"
and on...and on...and on.
then my therapist says how after the abuser calms down,
they have passionate sex.
and then a lull happens.
until the tension builds up again
and blows up on our faces.
and that's what exactly happened.
just three days ago.
now I'm sitting here, being torn inside with guilt.
how if i let you go, i'm responsible for how your life turns out and the hatred you have for women because of me.
how if i walk away, the abuse that i didn't intend to pass on to our relationship from my ex will be passed on to your future partners.
I want to carry all the weight. the pain. the guilt...i want to acknowledge everything.
but therapy keeps showing me enough is enough.
even if i loved you.
i can't make you forgive me.
i can't help you choose therapy, because you don't want to.
what you want to do is i pay.
no matter what i do...i must pay.
and be manipulated to pretend that i'm okay...just so you love me back.
then maybe...things will change.
even if i know it won't unless you get help.
@weepingartist
it is wonderful that you are healing and not trying anymore to transform yourself into something you are not
sometime for love we are asked to abandon who we are in order to be wothy of anothers love
but the price is too high
and this is indeed abuse
i pray that you find someone who loves you for who you are
and does not emotionally blackmail you
i am sorry for the pain
thank you for expressing it
@2genpoet
thank you for this <3
i'm sorry i didnt get to reply sooner....7cups has a confusing system with notifications. they remove it once ive clicked it and couldnt find the message again...so i had to go and backread.
Promises
You promised me enduring love, help and kindness,
You promised to remain here, you promised to stay.
You promised me hope, to cure me of blindness,
You promised me everything - then you went away.
You promised to be kind, caring and gentle,
You pledged to be my princess in my two-faced fairy tale,
You said there is no problem that we couldn't handle,
All these things you've promised - then you went away.
I remember looking at your shining deep brown eyes,
As we held each other on that cold December day,
I remember believing your unconvincing lies,
I remember loving you before you went away.
And I remember being crushed under though reality,
I remember sitting in astonishing dismay.
I remember begging as you refused to hear my plea.
I couldn't stop crying since you went away.
I hopelessly chased after your love forever
My sincere feelings somehow went wrong and astray
Because despite all my efforts, work and endeavour,
You decided to leave me alone, and went away.
You were a gentle and watchful entertainer,
You were the heroine of my grand theatre play.
You were my messiah, you were my saviour,
You were my everything, but then you went away.
Hence so it goes always, every single year.
And believe me darling when I whole-heartedly say:
I miss you and I love you, and I wish you were here,
And I can't escape these feelings since you went away.
@Saelan
i am sorry for all those broken promises that left you alone
Self reflection
I feel lost, lost in this strange continuity of time
disassociating myself from my mistaken identity
Not taking kindly to memories that I once called mine
still wandering hopelessly around in this unfamiliar city
Where the lights are dim and the night is cold
and the mind wanders till there's no one to hold
When tomorrow comes perhaps I'll change my self destructing ways
but for now I just want to lie in the comfort of discomfort
Although the past year had felt like a string of endless blue mondays
surely now, of experience and wisdom I won't fall short
Whatever life has in store for me, atleast I will be well prepared
maybe one day I'll be remembered as the man who dared
My Original-- "I Am Dirt"
If you asked my dad what he did for a living,
hed say he made dirt.
He helped make the junk that you put on
top of you once they seal your body in a box,
the rusty red shit that gets in your shoe,
the kind of dirt that absorbs air and
tries to identify with diamonds.
Every months mail dug
him further into debt, but
the pressure pushed
him into a jewel.
He made two types of dirt,
but if you asked him,
he only made one.
@GreatGabBritton, wow. I hardly know how to respond. Powerful
@GreatGabBritto
You guys are good. My poems rhyme, not the sign of the mist creative mind. I like the analogy.
'Numb'
by EasyLion
Wake up in the morning
I feel numb for a few seconds
Then that feeling come again
How I miss the 'numb' moment
@easyLion6538
Thank you for sharing this with us
I felt a lot was conveyed from you in this, with so few words but such meaningful ones. Thank you.
@easyLion6538
Makes me sad easy Lion...numbness has its origin; pain. Positive thoughts and love for you.
"I don't care what u say
I don't care how u feel. I don't care how I handle things. I don't care. U are terrible."
This is what i read everynight.
This is what i see everynight.
Every single night
That YOU don't get your way.
While I have to stew in silence, and weep, and weep and weep.
And wish that I loved someone else.
Someone not you.
Someone that didn't talk to me like you do.
Someone...that does not walk away to leave me alone at night whenever I'm in distress.
Someone that won't tell me no man would love me because I'm unbearable.
I did everything I could but always always...
always.
I'm not enough.
For anybody.
@weepingartist,
dear friend, you are lovely and valuable. NEVER doubt it, please never doubt it.
@weepingartist
Wow, hits close to home. I don't even know what to say, good poem.
@undefinedsunny75
thank you...it's a constant problem i still cant seem to let go.
i hope you have more courage to stop than i do. it's really painful.
@weepingartist
also for you
I Know the Pain
I know the pain of trying to deserve a love
when the trauma left before you a burned-out shell
unable to love
I know what it is to yearn for attention
a poor substitute for love
by denying your self
denying your need
I know what is is to try to fill a chasm
knowing that the chasm can never be filled
Hug the child
who tried so hard
to heal the pain
and could not
Who just wanted to be loved
and was not
Who wanted never to disappoint
but felt constantly that she wasnt quite good enough
YOU LEFT ME
by Anna
I would lie awake at night
Thinking of everything ive done
You became part of my life
I would stay up late just for you
We would hang out at school
I told you almost everything about me
I lie there in my bed with my phone in my hand
I told you I self harmed I told you so much
I gave you my trust
But slowly it went away
We talked less
We didn't hang out as much
But didn't you know you were who I needed
But you left me
You left me crying
You left me in pieces
You left me knowing you knew all my secrets
You said you never leave
But you left me
You left me hurt
I can never forgive you for what you did to me
@themystergirlANNNNA1090
(sigh) Beautifully expressed.
@themystergirlANNNNA1090
Very good poem Anna, like the others, brings up emotions- the sign of a good poem.
Saturday Morning, 45 min. of Sleep.
I tried taking a bath, the water was cold.
The bubbles vanished, my music player died.
And I'm too big to fit in the tub.
I started crying again.