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 stages of grief
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Say you love me
Say you need me
Tell me you
This is a poem for my brother, Isis.
I hope you know that I love you so much, and I forgave those people that were unfair to you, unfair to us. I hope you believe me when I say that I'm proud of you, Isis. I'm sorry Mum and Dad didn't accept you. It was not your fault, that's just the unfortunate kind of people they were. But they're getting better now, I promise. They want to forgive you for the things they did to you, Isis. I know you said you would never forgive them for the pain they inflicted on us. And I believed you at that time. I really did.
And as much as it hurts me to admit it, because I feel like I'm betraying you, but now I believe them. People change, Isis. Even if it's a slow fade. I hope you can trust me. Because I will never forget you. Remember that.
Remember that, Isis. I love you.
So I'm keeping the tradition, just like I promised all those years ago, when it all began.
We all love you, Isis. Even if we have trouble clearly expressing it.
" Pack. Attack. Bound, like leather of the surfer's bands. Together. And we're never giving up. "
~ Your brother, Indigo
. : Aa.
Let me the Rock, Let me take the chain. Allow me to be the one that's blamed. Even though I know how much you love us, even though I know how much you want to keep us hidden, away to where we're safe, You can't be doing it forever.
. Forever. Forever, and ever and ever, there's reign. You are beautiful, my gorgeous one. And don't you ever doubt how much we appreciate your selfless acts of devotion to our care. But.
We know when we've been too much. We can yell it from the rooftops, blare it out. It's highly unlikely you'll truly hear, though, that's just who you are. We know that you're under a lot; You don't have to hide it.
Oh, Isis, please don't deny it. I know you do your very best to attempt and hide it, but I just want you to take your own advice. Be honest.
Let me be the Rock. Please. Isis, I can do it. Trust me.
.: Let me be the Rock, give me all the stresses and shame, Lay it all out. Give me all that guilt, let me carry all your pain.. Let me take the burden of hurt and anger and fear and blame. I know you've balled it up so far that you can't even see that it's silently killing you
. . Everyday.
Please Isis. I can deal with it, don't feel hesitation for pouring all of it out. You need it, and you know it. I can see the shine of your icy-fire eyes. Those stunning eyes. I know you love me, we know you care.
So You need to know this.
I'm gay.
And don't be afraid; I want to help you, to repay all the love you've shown to us. Okay?
So Let me take it all. Let is set you free. Let us gently help you to repair your dignity. Because You are the best older brother any of us could ask for, and you're what we need.
We need You, Isis. So much. So trust us, we are obligated to help. It's only fair. And you know that is something important for any young man, to be fair and respectful to all people.
I 've told you that I can take it. That's because of you. You taught me everything I know, but yet it seems you don't practice the simple things.
Ironic, we say. Smiley Face.
.It's because of you, Isis. When you say you're proud of the young man I've become, the young adults any of us has became, I chuckle.
I chuckle because you don't see the obvious that I'm the way I am because of you. So, yes. You deserve the compliment.
Let me be the Rock. I will be the shoulder to cry on, the boy who saves your day.
You say so. And I believe you. I believe you are telling the truth, because this is what you've become.
So do not feel hesitation of giving us.
Because we are like you.
" We are stronger now. We are brave. We are the boy's, the underdogs, the ones who rescue the lost and down and save the day. This is who we are. "
~ Because we are like you.
And you are.
Accept this compliment, for you have never before. And you so deserve all of them, my dear friend. : .
This is a poem for my very close friend, Imogene. I hope you can finally see it, How Fabulous you are. I hope you know how much I love you. So much, my dear. So very much. Smiley Face.
~ Indigo
Princess
I can teach you to be a true princess
Grow out that hair
Beautiful, elegant locks of status and imperialism
Stand up straight
A display of strength and fortitude
Head up high
Confidence, with posture intertwined
Get into that gorgeous dress
Always look your best
Do not walk
Glide
Soft and gentle
Feather light and Graceful
Isnt it fun being a princess?
Having tea parties and balls?
Running around in gowns
Crowns
And all?
You want to be a real princess dont you?
No more books then
Yes get rid of that rubbish
Princesses are not nerds.
Princesses do not work.
Princesses do not learn.
Princesses have people do that for them
No one wants a show off
No one wants to hear your opinions or ideas
Youre a princess
You dont need to do the thinking
You dont need a voice
You dont need knowledge
You do as youre told
Like a good princess
You will sit as you are told
You will speak when spoken to
You will lay down and roll over
Like the real princess you are
Now Smile
Yes smile
And never stop doing so
A real princess is always happy
Wave and greet
Greet and wave
A princess will never say more than she has to
It is her presence that is important
Not her words
Dont you know, that princess dont talk?
Why else would those crowned toys keep silent?
Be like a doll
Plastic and timeless
Pretty to look at
You must be pretty to look at.
Real princess dont eat
Thin out that waist
Thinner
Thinner
Never enough
Weightless like a feather
So feminine and petite
Pale like snow
Perfect like Porcelain
Whos ever heard of an ugly princess
Have you followed my rules?
Have you been a good princess?
A real princess?
Now its time for the big surprise
Youre going to become a Queen!
And do you know what that means?
A wedding yes a wedding
Oh but dont assume you get to choose
No no no dear
You will be thrown around from prince to prince
Used and Abused
Like the tool you were born to be
And you will take it all and keep that smile
As any good princess would
And finally you will settle
As a toy for another
And all your self-destruction
Has readied you
For a life with your lover"
Strong and beautiful--yay!
A LOVE SONG
There's no reason to be unloving
When love is the only thing you've got
There's no reason to waste your time when time is the only thing you've got
You stink of sadness and melancholy
You stink of what's going and what's no longer there
What has gone to rot
Decomposition has been infused in you
You are not stuck in this purgatory you can be free
Consider smelling of the future
All that is fresh and unknown
All that replenishes but irks you
All that makes you hate, but makes you love
Feel and experience life like a newborn child,my love
You'll feel ecstasy like never before
As will I
We will be ecstatic in unison
Each creeping thought that threatens our jubilation will no longer be
The creeping thoughts have no place when your heart is full and your imperfections are infinite, but whole
Conquering that ugly,fleeting fear will warm our ugly, fleeting hearts
Our eyes will glisten with fervour
And our lips will pucker at the sweetness of it all
Our legs will feel like marble columns
The mortals cower at our feet
You're body like a bottle fits in the nook of mine
The hands that get you everywhere, but nowhere
will feel religious to the touch
God will never save us, love
No, we know too much
There's too much joy in loving you
It's madness, and it's truth
It's incandescent, frank
It's dull and it's mysterious
It is beautiful, it's paradoxical
There's ecstasy in loving you,
And a heroine in your smile.
@Penk04, I love the energy, the joy of the shared future!
Endless Cycle
I cannot tame my mind;
a storm!
My thoughts fly,
they crash,
they die.
Reborn.
@WaterfallLily this is so!!! like pretty and simple while meaning so much and damn i rly love this
@ubiquituous Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this compliment means to me. That was my first poem ever!
Something You Call Love
What kind of love is this?
What kind of love was that?
Forcing you to forget
The buzz and joy of life.
You're empty and hopeless,
You feel numb and worthless.
And with a good reason, mind you.
What kind of love would do this?
This inherently evil
And wrong deed, this grievous
and fateful mistake, this
Unpunishable crime,
Corrupting the sweet time
You spent in her presence.
And what kind of love would
Let your dreams be shattered,
Taking all that mattered
Away from you so that you're
Left alone and naked,
Filled with wrath and hatred?
No kind of love would do that.
Hear my proposal, then:
What if you could forget
Her, your love, and all that?
Or maybe even worse:
What if she were amiss
Banished to the abyss?
Would you feel whole and fulfilled?
It's normal to feel so:
She's your one and only.
Therefore you feel lonely
Without her warm embrace.
You suffer from hearthache.
You're left with this mistake,
Something that you called love.
Is it love at all?
Was it love at all?
@Saelan, you're right, I think. When love is genuine, it nourishes and supports. You make the point well!
❤️
Summer Break
Days pass in dull silence;
Loud to any ears but my own-
"Malignant tumor, in the liver, ma'am,"
And breathing is difficult even
outside of the hospital,
"Stage three,"
antihistamines get popped every
2, 3, 4 hours,
but it's not my allergies that make
my eyes puffy and nose run,
"He might not make it,"
I've forgotten the color of the sky,
but pale hospital lights have burned themselves
into my brain, just like
tight hands around metal bedframes,
humiliation in his stead.
Untitled
There's art in here somewhere....
Poetry in the mistakes, in the terrible nights,
One after the other.
Never worth it, really,
In the end....
And I promise myself to be better.
Promise it won't slip by me next time.
Promise to turn this pain around into something beautiful....
To find the art in the morbid silences.
But perhaps it doesn't work
Because I'm wrong to think it would be here
To begin with.
I look down to see bruises on me.
One minute you love your christina
the next your saying i cant stand ya
You attacked me claiming to be evil
The look in your eyes your now the devil
You sit behind bars now
I sit alone thinking what why how?
Goodbye Boo
See you in a year or two