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!!
@Alexander2016 Awesome! I love the ending lines. Lovely rhymes as well.
I have stood my ground
When the foundation crumbled beneathe my feet
I didn't let the earthquake knock me down.
I stood tall as the walls collapsed around me.
My strength astounds me.
I am magestically alive
Reborn from the ashes of my past,
Rebuilding from the ruins,
I will protect my city,
I am the queen of my destiny
This Distance
there are ten thousands roads:
I could use to run
i am not lost
i am not found
I simply just do not belong
this road i am on
it leads to you
oh, how long this journey has become
what if I can't?
what if I can?
there is a will
so there is a way
I will get there some day
but if i be wrong...
just know
I wanted to be there with you
and each night I pray
not to lose sight
I have been wrong...
I have been right...
I've been both of these things
in the same night.
Nothing's gonna stop me
as long as you're with me
I'll be just fine
-L.D -she speaks in poetry
Weary and wounded
All dust
In smoke-dim
Twilight
Choking for want of
Something
Cut off
The stump
Beats
Ghost feelings
Something there
But gone
Dried blood
The sky no
Longer boiling
But dawn is distant
Can the night be met
Can the dark be beaten
Back
Can the scar-dry soul
Stretch to morning?
Dawn is distant
The stump
Sore to bone
Weary
But sore is life
Pain says
A life remains
So pain is hope?
The battle does not
End ever
But rises
And falls
Dawn is distant
But it comes
It comes for me
Always
I won't wait
Merely still
But crawl
Toward the dawn
Intro: So this a poem I wrote a while back (most of what I post here will be) and it pretty much explains itself so I hope you all enjoy!
That Which You Hold In Your Hand
by: thelonesomerider
You have to understand
That what you hold is fragile
It bends to your every whim
But it is all so easy to break
What you hold is filled with darkness
Black liquid like tar
It's hard to flush out fluid that thick
Not to discredit your trying
Sometimes cracks appear
In the fragile something's surface
And you fix them up
With duct tape and hugs
It's hard to siphon out liquid that thick
Without shattering the fragile thing
You hold so close and dear
But bit by bit, you're trying
I can attest to that
I am a human representation
Of your hard and ceaseless labour
I am the fragile, tar-filled something
And you have always fixed me up
And one day, I will be whole
And maybe I can fix
Your broken parts, too
Intro: Woohoo another poem, this time a new one! It may seem odd, but it's about the hallucinations I see, which come in the form of three people to me: a little girl (Olivia), a teenager (Tess), and an adult (he doesn't talk so I don't know his name; I call him Dean).
Shadow of a Mind
by: thelonesomerider
On bare feet I run
Through the shadow of a mind,
The shadow of a doubt.
The sun set a while back
Weeks, months, years
And we haven't seen it since.
I see you, do you see me?
No-one else sees you, hears you,
Shadows of my mind, shadows of doubt.
I say nothing, I'd be thought crazy
Just for friends that don't come around proper.
Olivia, my little friend
Run, run child,
Race me by.
Tess, a peer,
Not the nicest,
Comforting still
Dean, silent
Maybe that's not your name;
You don't say otherwise, just watch me and walk away.
My shadows of mind have left the shadows;
I see you in daylight,
Hear you over all other noise.
You hide no more, yet
I am still the only one who knows
Of you no-longer-shadows of my mind.
I'm glad I'm not deaf, so I can hear you tell me it's going to be okay.
I'm glad I'm not blind, so I can see your beautiful brown eyes staring into mine.
I'm glad I'm not mute, so I can tell you how much I care about you.
I wish I was deaf, so I wouldn't have to hear you laugh with her.
I wish I was blind, so I wouldn't have to see you dance with her.
I wish I was mute, so I could finally shut up and quit being such a baby about this.
I wish I could cut all ties.
-T.J. Kaylor
This is a very old poem that I wrote about a year ago, so it's very amateur. I enjoy the concept nonetheless.
Ocean
I say "you're beautiful"
your response,
"have you met me?"
of course
I have.
would I call a stranger
beautiful?
possibly
if it were true.
but when I call you beautiful
it means surface
and beneath.
you don't say
"the ocean's surface is beautiful today"
you just say
"the ocean is beautiful today"
because
sometimes
you don't just look at the surface
you look beyond
and you ponder about all of the beauty
underneath
some known
some unknown
all absolutely perfect.
so yes
of course I've met you.
even before I had
you were beautiful.
just now
I mean it differently than before
because I went from knowing
the surface
to
the coral
to
the floor
and then I found Atlantis;
your heart.
I thought Atlantis was the best
until I realized,
what holds
the coral
the floor
and Atlantis?
the water,
of course.
I have met you.
and I know enough
to know
that every part of you
is perfect in every way.
just like the ocean.
-T.J. Kaylor
He only loved with his eyes
And I loved with my heart
And I believed in his lies.
My mind is ultimately torn
But I knew his games before
So why do I still mourn?
Breakups are like a death
There's always closure
Just take a breath
a lost cause
she is barely breathing
fighting for breath
trying to survive
in a haunted world
now the darkness captures her
plays with its newly found prey
enjoying his victory
in her always losing battle
a war that cannot be won
because you are deceiving, undressing
unraveling the corners of her mind
making her cry
finding it thrilling
exhilarating
fun
you frame her innocence on the wall
lasting painful memories she wants to erase
so she bled to drain the poison
but he's still inside
no amount of blood can purify her
no amount of tears can cleanse her
spilled ink won't save her
no one and nothing can ever wash away who she is
your possession
The sun is shining
I can feel the wind on my face, drink in my hand.
But there there she was in a distance; like a diamond big, shiny and bright.
Red hair and eyes as dark as night.
But I ignore the beautiful monster
And I look, the sun is shining
Drink in my hand I get knowing I can walk away from self harm and the others that lurk in the shadows.
A poem I wrote many years ago...
I hate the tears, the pain, the evil laughter, those games. That smile, the struggle, the "I love you's" and the lies whispered late at night. I hate when you build me up high and let me down hard. I hate the way you almost cared, the way I wanted you to love me. I hate the way you wanted me dead, the way you actually loved me. I hate the way I miss it, I miss you. I hate the way I want to hate you but can't. I hate myself for loving you. I hate myself for being so easily manipulated, so easily played, so trusting of someone that I shouldn't have trusted. I hate the way that I dont hate you at all, not even a little bit. I hate myself every day, but I still love you. Why do I love you so much? Why, why, why do I love you?
school bathrooms
The tiles are dull blue,
a color I imagine was once
the sky but is now my grandfather's
disappointed catalysts following
me as I struggle to breathe.
My own eyes are
the most disappointed. There
is nobody more cynical than
the letdown who once had hope.
I do not have time to be disappointed.
Deadlines barrage me like Israeli
airstrikes on Palestine, millions
of people huddled underneath their
desks in hope that the fragile wood
will save them from destruction.
I am causing my own
destruction by not handing the
work I cannot do;
Palestine is causing their own
by not handing over the land they
no longer have.
"It is never the victim's fault," preaches
my anti-rape campaign, but why
do I scream and pull at my hair and cry?
Why do I hide in my closet when I
find that just existing is too hard?
It is not the victim's fault. I am a victim
of a defective healthcare system.
I will never slit open my wrist, because
I do not want to attract attention
to the sea in which I may drown;
simply falling overboard and praying
that I die is enough.
But I never die. So I face
pale blue tiles, reminiscent of
my late grandfather's catalysts.
@ubiquituous
This moved me deeply. It is very, very powerful. Thank you for sharing.
Note: This poem is for all the people at my school who've given me degrading looks because I read for fun.
Without further ado...
The Benefits of Reading
-Caitlin Victoria
The kids at school were quite confused
to why that little girl would choose
to read and read the recess through
and read behind her textbooks too.
They ask, Why dont you come and play?
The weathers nice and bright today!
But she would relocate somewhere
Where no one would disturb her there.
Some years had passed, she was a teen
the smartest that the grade had seen,
but all those other lazy louts
had failed because they messed about.
She was the envy of the class
and of the grade and of the mass
of halfwit people here and there,
there was no doubt, it was unfair
Of later on, she got a job
unlike those lazy, foolish fobs-
that didnt bother to be smart
Who said readings not an art?
The moral of the story is
that not reading is quite a risk
So dont be scared of what they say
Youll see, one day they all will pay.
@QueenVictoriatheCat I completely relate to this poem at one time books were my only friends and now it's helped me so much being well read
Note: This is a very existential piece. This might trigger you if you are prone to existential crises. You have been warned...
Noteworthy
-Caitlin Victoria
The wind is rushing, everlasting, timeless in infinity
Time is flying, minds are breaking, soon well be just memories
I want to be here evermore, my essence in your melodies,
to have my name engraved in stone, immortal as the vivid seas
Who would want to be forgotten? Who would want a final death?
I want to run and jump and fly when others struggle for a breath.
Only silence hears my plea,
never disturb reality
And Ill be gone and I will be
lost in its fragility
What do you do when your lifes an empty inkwell of invisible ink?
To swirl your brush on non-existent parchment, what will the ones centuries from now think?
How can we live with our souls just hanging like a dying leaf on an autumn tree?
And how can we cope with the fact that only the great or abhorrent are noteworthy?
What do you do when all faith is dying and really, youre glad to see it go
When truth is only apparent in lies, in deception is where the greatest love grows
How can we live with our spirits caged, only death or drugs to set them free
And how can I make my mark on this world if nobody really is noteworthy?
@QueenVictoriatheCat
Wow. Just wow. It's hard for me to put into words how this poem makes me feel. Really, I don't even know what to say except this piece is incredibly powerful. I am in awe.
Thank you so much for writing it and being willing to share it with all of us.
@unsinkablespirit312
Thank you :) I'm glad you liked it
@QueenVictoriatheCat this is amazing! It really makes you think…
Glass oh glass in my mirror, as thin as a board but it reflects what the eyes are blinde to see. A reflection of yourself can only be seen what your eyes behold of its image. Glass oh glass in my mirror why do you show me what I dislike to see. I stare at the mirror with eyes wide open waiting for a change to pull you out from this attraction to my flaws. In olluision of my mind grows deeper and spreads among the glass, chipping it piece by piece. Is it me inside that glass or is it me standing in front of this mirror, trying to see what's hard for me to see
Predator
An invisible assassin
Taking away my friends one by one
Unbeatable
Undefeatable
I almost wish it was just that movie alien
But it's too familiar
It's part of me
It comes from me
Never leaving
Always watching
Waiting for me to falter
My mind is both the predator and the prey.
(Sorry if that was terrible)
@Craigbasc
I don't think it was terrible at all. Poetry is art. And art - at least to me, is always beautiful. Sometimes it's heart-breaking and gut-wrenching and will make you cry for hours, but nevertheless, it's still beautiful... even tragically so.
I think this piece is just that. It's raw and it speaks your truth. I appreciate your honesty and vulnerability for writing it and sharing it here. I enjoyed reading it and related to it. Please keep writing.
Late night writing...
a love undefined
wounded soul
rationed breath
embedded memories
a child accused, a fearless survivor
death to rebirth
reawakened from harsh winters
rising up from the ashes
shining a light
of innocence and purity
he cannot steal my radiance
i am a living dichotomy
a work in progress
and i will keep my story going
this is my poem :) If it is terrible please notify me :D I wait your comments...
Special Gift
Despite all bad things
Still opening flowers..
To cancel own life among concretes..
Unlike own responsibilities, to run
Through your invisible winds..
Use your limitless imagine world..
There was a great stone,
There was a great gift for you,
Which waits you
As well as your lover...
Our whole minutes try to attempt
To win every game
Whatever you demand
Whenever you select..
In heart of the stone, you will
Well will want you...
To give a special gift for you...
Somewhere, it comes ..
Our new irremedible today..
Today.
21st of June.
Marks the 2nd month that I went out of therapy.
Today.
21st of june.
You set me free.
well in truth you wanted to dump me out of spite
calling me names, trying to hurt me.
all because i pointed out the glaring truth.
the elephant in the room.
that you dont love me.
and i no longer wish to continue loving you.
and 1 - 1 = 0
No more you...and now...no more me.
Our plans no longer mean to me
anything.
and that hurts you.
I'm sorry.
but for the longest time...I've let you hurt me.
And now that you cant use me. or fuck me...or control me...
i'm a bitch that you wish to have a miserable life
that is your last words.
to me.
so much proof...
that you really dont love me.
and i'm not wrong.
in letting you go...
only...you still wish to think...YOU let me go.
for your narcissistic peace of mind.
at least i dont hate you
goodbye.
My beautiful girl this world is not a curse Some days are bright with sun to spare Others feel like they blend together Happiness will fill your beautiful heart And bring forth your sweetest smile This world can harbor darkness and despair You will find no answers down there Pain will overflow from your pockets Intern teaching you this life is precious Love will flow out through your passions You'll feel many things in this world Please take your sweet gift and embrace it Live for you me and everyone in between Hold on tight to those that you can Those you can't just let go Be true to you and pride will simply be My beautiful girl this world is not a curse It's just your special place in this universe
@Maxlexie2
This is gorgeous. The formatting was unique and added to the poem as well. It reminds me of E. E. Cummings if you've ever read any of his work.
It's a beautiful and moving poem. Keep writing darling!
This has some mentions of depression and a past relationship, it is not abusive, just ended on a wrong note.
Wake Up, Live again!
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I feel like my life is rehearsed
My soul had been cursed
From the day I was born
To the day my heart was torn
They say time will ease the pain
But I all hear is indistinguishable sounds
Feeling like their is nothing left to gain
Where mountains become hills and hills become mounds
Eventually everything fades to dust
To find a propose to live I must
Its harder then it seems
Forever you are in my dreams
In fantasies you still want me
In nightmares you are what I want to flee
I should have known
Secrets are the seeds of misfortune
Breaking your life apart once grown
Creating a life long distortion
Things said cannot be unspoken
Even when you were never dishonest
Once perfect now lay broken
The life you once promised
I should move on
But its hard to fight addiction
My hearts true desire
Your words I still admire
Still my hearts affliction
No... Masks I shall no longer Don!
This is it, my Redemption!
Building a path with Determination!
I need no Salvation!
Because this is a demon of my own Creation!
I will longer be set to Stagnation!
No more Procrastination!
My goal is set for Completion!
So idk if this counts as poetry and I've never actually tried to creat anything. What I'm posting is basically everything I'm feeling. Comments are welcome.
What is it about you?
Is it that sweet smile
Or the strange giggle I hear when you see something amusing
Maybe it's the way you look at me
Do you notice when I look at you?
I notice the way your eyes sparkle
The lisp that you hate and I adore
Every one of what you think are flaws
Are what I love about you
I can't describe how I feel when you touch my hand
Or look into my eyes
I can only say that I love everything about you
But you will never know because if you did
I would lose you forever
@UnknownTurtle
I've seen this a few times on my feed and I adore it. You've captured this feeling in a way that is often hard to express. I was surprised to see your note at the top because this is absolutely poetry and absolutely poetic. You have a gift for poetry and I just wanted to let you know.
I didn't know whether or not to comment when it was on my feed because it seemed so private, but now that it's here... since the first time I saw it I thought it was beautiful. It's the reason I followed you, actually. Chin up, darling. Whatever you're going through is temporary and you have an amazing gift when it comes to art. <3
I listen to your lies
I hide my tears behind false smiles
I nod and i agree to everything you say
I convince myself you love me
But when reality strikes
The tears dont hide
The true feelings surface
And your love turns to lies
In moments of clarity
I resent you
But as soon as you hold me
The resentment is gone
And you trap me once more
@Limbo32, the dilemma you portray is very real. The uncertainties, the seeming clarity when apart, and the dissolving of reason when together -- well said.
It's embarrassing
sorry if it's bad...
"Asphyxiated by the dead"
I wanna breath that I can take
Please don't let this breath be fake
You rip my throat of lies
You can see behind these eyes
Nothing's innocent anymore
I've been stripped right to the core
Of past, present and future
I'm not human anymore
I'm your dressed-up creature
I make a squeak of help
Not a roaring Yelp
I've put my socks on wrong again
Who cares, I'm already dead you cannot mend
My cut up throat where you stole my voice
You stole my breath
The most
Your words are like daggers cutting into me
They cut my cords of screaming for you to let me be
Do you not see?
What you do to me?
Because you've stolen my breath
I gasp for air
Please be fair
I need one breath
To set me free
One more breath
One piece of me
To keep me breathless
That's all I need
I open my mouth and nothing comes out
Nothing comes in
Without a doubt
Not a raindrop can save me now
I need one breath
To set me free
One more breath
One piece of me
To keep me breathless
That's all I need
...
~
Tyler [Edited by Anomalia to remove full name]
I Didn't Expect This
I can taste the color red
With all this spinning in my head
My eyes are closed
But my door isn't closed
Life is just a mess of words
And sometimes it hurts
Some of the metaphors reference triggery stuff (SI, Abuse, Trauma, Gender Issues) if you really look at it so. . .
Body
This is the cup the holds my soul
china bearing tea and milk and sugar
trembling and fragile on the table
rattling enough to be heard
there are chips in the paint
where cutlery in the sink
scraped the sides,
left barely there scratches
divots and tiny cracks
from too rough treatment
vein all around
giving texture to the smoothness
stains on the inside
colors mixing
some darker than others
tell the tale of drinks past
pink flowers grace vines
twining the sides
and they should be blue,
a manufacturing defect
carefully I clean the cup
polish it and wrap it softly
set it lightly on its shelf
It is the cup that holds my soul
@PubliusQ this was very moving! Thank you for sharing it.
@PubliusQ man i really like how you conveyed so much through the extended metaphor and damn that is some mad good imagery