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!!
You notice me to ask a favor,
But have you ever done for me?
You notice my body,
But can't be troubled with your time.
You notice I talk to many people,
But don't know they can only stand my voice for a short while,
And I can stand the silence for none.
You notice my voice as the loudest in the room,
But don't notice my cries of pain are louder
Do you really notice me?
Would you notice my absence?
Or
Would you simply notice someone else when you need a favor?
Would you notice some other body?
Would you notice my voice silenced?
Would you notice ME missing?
I am poisoned
by the sweetness of your words.
I am blinded
by your loving gaze.
I am made deaf
by your caring song.
I can feel no more,
because of your soft caress.
And I am dying
by this trap you call love.
You showed me a world of lies.
And funny that I am happiest in it.
Such is the thing they call blissful ignorance. But how can it be bliss, when I know of my ignorance, and my desperately trying to be.
For the truth is nothing but a cruel thing. It yanks you out of the most joyful fantasy to the river of your tears that drowns you.
Such is the power of the love you have given me. The lie is now my world, and I will happily live in it if it means I can be with you.
But how long can I endure the silent pain. It suffocates me until I breath no more, and I am nothing but a dead bride of yours. I wish I was truly stupid so that there shall be no more divide between the lie and the truth. I regret the wisdom gifted to me,for I can see, no matter how hard I try to shut my eyes.
I am dying, the longer I stay. But theres no denying the death that awaits me if I go.
Save me. I beg of you, save me from the clutches of thorn. Kill me if you must, for I want neither of the cruel death that is my fate. The death by the choking of lies, or the death towards nothingness when I leave.
Help me. Save me. Kill me now, quickly.
Dear @HopefulLittleGirl3, this is very powerful. I think many readers will understand the contradictory feelings you describe so eloquently.
I think that sometimes we can become so starved for human contact and warmth that we want it even when accompanied by increasingly negative side effects. It's definitely confusing and heart-wrenching when a relationship feels like an addiction and things get ugly. But I do believe this emotion isn't love. I'm convinced that real love is about truth and generosity and freedom and all the good things. ❤️
@Annie It wasn't. The person who made me feel like that and I are already broken up. And boy, I felt a huge surge of relief when I did. But yeah, it was a Love The Way You Lie kind of thing. 😊
@HopefulLittleGirl3, that's awesome. The sense of relief, how wonderful! (The death of a relationship can definitely be a good thing, but sometimes we hang on far too long, just to avoid being alone. And yet I never felt more alone than when in an unhealthy, unloving relationship!)
If anything should touch your lips in times of grief, then it should be by my own.
Alcohol is not your lover...I am.
I wrote mine in my Medium account, where I post all of my poetry.
Here's the link: I hope you may check it out. :-)
[Dear lyber, I edited your post to remove outside contact info, in accord with 7 Cups policies. However, it would be really awesome if you could share some of your poetry by posting a copy here. ❤️ --Annie]
Innocent, not guilty
Explaining myself and my actions, such a pain
Knowing, deep down, there wouldn't be any gain
For "they" have already decided.
My words,proofs and views, nothing but worthless
Because my words can't defend me, just a culprit to be.
Giving up, I had considered. But my truth, it is!
What keeps me fighting ( if not win, then atleast not loose)
and still hoping... I'll be left free
Hope that seems (or is?) hopeless but still.
Oh, the sorrow, the pain and the desperation
To prove yourself innocent, with you as your own witness.
Confining me with this claustrophobic feeling of helplessness
But my truth , rises high amongst all.
If none for me, then me against Many
A challenge it is, I see.
Weak may be my body but not my will
I will stand on my grounds till my innocence instilled
I have to fight till the end,
Because it's better to die innocent than,
To live with undeserved guilt and regret
# 2004-0322-1137
Escape
I can't begin to describe it
you're secluded but there's no place to hide
you're wanted but there's no need for you
you're silently sitting in the noise around you
waiting for the change, anticipating a move,
holding on to a hope that may never come.
can't comprehend that sometimes
you are alone in the middle of everyone
crying inside the laughing face
you want a place inside so bad
but you don't want to leave anyone behind
you have the attention but you can't make a command
you have yourself but you loose your identity
can you see?? can you feel??
Is it me?? This is real!
Can I guess the hint that what I do is not enough
but maybe I don't have to do everything...
...is there an escape into someone?
No, that someone is me!
I am glad not because you are gone, but because you no longer have to feel pain.
I am glad not because I can't see you
but because now you can watch over us everyday.
I am glad not because I can't hug you
but you can hug us in our dreams all at the same time.
I can wish for things I want but you gave me what I need and I hope I made you proud in return
I miss our happy times regardless of how late in the day, I still wish you are here to stay.
Thank you for everything, I shall not look upon your like again.
# 2010-1017:
The one place where my soul lives you fail to notice
The one place where my heart lives you refuse to visit
The one place where my happiness is, you coined shallow
The one place I grieved in sadness, you pleaded ignorant
And the place I was buried you accepted to forget
# 2010-1004: A dream before waking up
the soul every one revered,
invited me in a dream
a dream of peaceful souls untold
echoing in my head like hymns
hands of wisdom on my crown
the tone of his soul in my head
destiny on the grooves of his palm
into my soul but I know he is dead
the beat of sadness, happiness
in my sleep like waves in my head
he shared with me in peace and silence
my eyes opened and i know he is dead.
you have to say sorry
while the rest of the people around you
just shrug your feelings as invalid.
then they expect you to have good self esteem.
oh the double standards.
when will it stop eh?
sometimes it really sounds promising
the sweet silence of death
the quiet void
where it doesnt matter anymore
because you're not there to know
who cares or not
and it would be a nice relief for them
to have someone less to worry about.
funny how more expectations are imposed on you after therapy
because you're "normal" now.
sometimes i just want to say "f*ck you"
even to the ones i care about.
because we're all full of sh*t.
i also find it amusing...how some listeners
pretend to have work
instead of being honest
that they cant handle your negativity anymore.
humans.
i'm really getting tired of it all.
hopefully it passes away.
is it normal that therapy hasn't worked out for me sometimes?
is it really normal to come out of it aware and alive
seeing how dead other people are.
and they tell you how to live.
get mad at you for not being sorry at some things anymore
while you're not allowed to demand apologies from them.
how foolish. they make me sick and want to die.
everybody's a hypocrite.
so maybe it's best to just let people keep on with their stupid ways.
stop caring.
dont even bother.
you took care of yourself just fine.
who needs them.
they use you and just spit you out afterwards
just like what you do with other people as well.
you're same as them.
just more or less. only you can tell.
all i know is i'm losing hope
faster than others.
You took her away like the closing of the day.
You didn't have any remorse that she couldn't stay.
When you broke me in two.
I realized that there wasn't nothing that you wouldn't do.
I wanted to fight and set it all right.
But by the looks in your eyes;
I knew that there wasn't anything that I could do.
She was gone like the end of a song.
While I know that I'll never be ok; I had to have my say.
The trident of destiny
Well, not really.
I just have three opportunities.
One negates the middle,
The other I hate, but gives way to the center.
I really want to play violin
But it's a want -- not a need
Why would I choose soul over security?
Can free violin classes give me healthcare?
Will it buy me things I need?
No.
Of course not.
Would it be funny though if I said
But I WANT money, and i NEED music!
It just makes me sound like a brat.
Hah.
I'm not even trying.
What.
Just some randoms thoughts, in the form of a poem
hello
I don't think you can hear me
but if you do,
hello.
hello.
i've come to you many times
since you left.
probably not the best time
but i just wanted to pass by.
hello,
because even if you can't hear
if you don't want to listen.
i hope you do.
hello, it's me again.
i just wanted to pass by.
i just wanted to say that,
i don't forget
you may always be on my mind.
Butterfly
I like you my little butterfly
Even when you always made me cry
When I touch you; you fly
I wish for wings like you to fly
I used to find ways to meet you, I still try
I like you my little butterfly
Sometimes storms come they call it the effect of butterfly
When the storm starts in my heart I cry
When I touch you; you fly
You are special like a monarch butterfly
Please come to me, at least just try
I like you my little butterfly
Your touch was soft on my heart like the wings of butterfly
When I touch you; you fly
They say you are dead my little butterfly
But I know it's just a lie
I like you my little butterfly
When I touch you; you fly
I am standing in the middle of the sky
Arms outstretched
Hair flying in every direction
Eyes shut
Mouth a gap.
Unreachable
Unapproachable
Unprotect able.
What are you going to do?
Are you going to stand there and stare?
Or are you going to drag me from my toes?
Bring me to the ground and chain me up
So I dont fly away next time?
Or are you going to build an airplane to reach me?
Or are you going to shout at me?
Or maybe laugh at my unhelpful sight?
Or scream words of wisdom so that I can listen
And act accordingly?
What if I told you I didnt need that?
That all I require is a safe landing.
That I need you to sit underneath my flying self
That I need your ears
That I need you to listen to me for a while
That I need your attention,
Your patience,
Your perseverance.
That although I may be hostile toward you,
I need you to be there.
To not run away
To not laugh
To not advise me
But exist in the same place as me.
To look me in the eyes although I might not see you
To hug me though I might not hug you back
I need you to know that
I am a bird of uncontrolled emotions
That I will fly away
That one day you might lose me.
But remember to help me
To listen
That is my deepest desire.
I need you to know that
Righting me will take time.
I require most from you.
And while I grant you this tiring duty
I am aware of its difficulty.
I am aware that its too much.
But the truth is
Its too much for me too.
That I have spent years and years bearing it
That I have exhausted every drop of strength I had.
But I promise you that after these days of
Complete imbalance
You will have someone you have never known before.
That in the end,
Youll have the Pure Me.
-Z
He makes me angry.
Bright red lips open as I
call him names; he
responds in turn and I
cannot help the tears that spill.
I am 16 in a world that is
four and a half billion years old,
and my 12 minutes of anger
cause it to end.
I cannot breathe past the
words that had once escaped my lips.
I can only remember him with
copper smile crinkles around his
warm eyes. He was
sunshine against my leaves.
I wonder if he knows that he started the fire that brought down my forest.
Guilt rises in my throat;
I didn't do it. I didn't.
But the memory of loud voices brings me nothing but regret.
The window was open, my heart was open.
Adrianna came to me riding upon the storm raging outside.
At my most vulnerable, between awake and asleep, she looked within me.
Gazing upon my inner surface, she found darkness, turmoil, hope.
Intrigued she peered ever deeper, but ethereal Adrianna, ghostly Adrianna was vulnerable as well.
I perceived her.
Her window was open...
Instead of pulling away, Adrianna allowed the exchange.
Emotions cascaded from my body to her misty form, rising in intensity until it surpassed the raging weather outside.
Light and dark, clarity and confusion, experiences mingled.
Laughter poured forth from my throat, tears from her eyes, our individuality and time ceased.
But the waking world cannot be denied.
Dawn's first rays began their steady march signaling the end of our communion.
Adrianna flowed through my open heart, my open window, leaving salty drops on my face, cleansing joy in my soul.
@colourfulSpring22
@Metal40, thank you for tagging me. This again is beautiful. Truly. You are really good at this. Keep writing.
@colourfulSpring22
Thank you for the encouragement! This is all new to me-I rarely share my poetry due to my anxiety. I'm glad you enjoy it, and proud to be surrounded by such talented poets!
To An-Jin
The beyond beckons like a cloud buoyed by hope
A silver lining between doubt and pain
The chase never fails to move me
As our destinies race towards the future
But today opened a yawning abyss
Threatening to alter the plan
Steep netherworld burying our dreams
Perhaps we forgot the time that passed
Under the glaring moon
A lifetime of our misgivings dim the flame
Something changed-
Loss gained the upper hand
Now the trail grows cold
All the roads can't lead me back
To An-Jin
@colourfulSpring22
I'm not much of a poet so any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
One day
I won't be able to talk to you
We wont be able to hold hands like we do
With our fingers together and our thumbs rubbing each other
You won't be the one I can cry to on a bad day
I won't be able to rest my head on your shoulder when I'm tired
Or hear you heart beat as I lay on your chest and you run your fingers up and down my arm
One day
Your sweet smile will be gone
And the sound of your wonderful laugh will fade away
The smell of you will become faint
And the feeling of being loved, wanted, complete will all but vanish
One day
You'll want to move on with your life
And I will be forced to move on from you
But how can I forget the way you made me feel safe
You made me feel as if I could conquer the world
All the memories of a terrible past faded away when I was with you
Every nose cuddle made me feel loved
You were the reason I got up in the morning
The reason why I stopped being afraid
The only reason I could be my self
But one day
You'll be gone
The Shadow Boy
He was a shadow
Without any light
His colour was red
He was dark as the night
His paper heart had been shattered inside
Too many times,he was loosing the fight
His demons came near
He lost all his hope
But then he remembered
That he wasn't alone
You think you have me
Push and pull, I can never break
These days begin to blend again
The truth is in my dreams
I'm worthless in there
A decade later, tension is testing
Its twisted and pulled tight
Your power to possess my soul
Has me holding on to never
Trying not to breath, this time
My blood would be surrender
Shame that haunts my memory
Through these many battles
I wish to win this war
Tonight I bathe my body
To rid itself of lies
That you bestowed on me
When I was younger still.
Tonight I bathe my body
To break away the insecurities
You laid and laid
Till I cant breathe
While you stood still and smiled.
Tonight I bathe my body
To clean away the dirt
Which has accumulated
In the curves and curls.
A symbol of not caring
When I cared so much.
Tonight I bathe my body
so I dont feel your hand on my back
or the countless gestures you gave me
when you felt detached.
Tonight I bathe my body
Rubbing every inch
To rid itself of cells that existed once.
Tonight I bathe my body
To clean my mind and soul.
I will see your face in the mirror
Each day
No doubt there is in that
But darling the cage you built for me
In your pleasureful nights
Will have become my home
In the hours of this night.
So hurt me not
If I break away from
The prison of your delight.
Hard bristles run my teeth
But they cannot fill the gap
That has formed in my heart.
See, how deep you left your scar?
But worry not my darling
For I am not yours to keep.
The kisses you planted
And the hugs you gifted
Were all a facade
now I see
through your face
The truths that you pushed deep
For my 5 year old self to see.
They say its not abuse
If there are no signs
But darling tell me how do I
Show them my mind?
Tonight I bathe my body
So tomorrow I am new
Tonight I bathe my body
So tomorrow I am pure.
-Z
I'm running out of hugs, out of kisses
Yes, I don't understand you anymore
Or what it means to think positive of you.
But you got love,
At least you got it from me.
Can't you smell the morning coffee brewing?
Ah, love, my better half.
You already have it, but you're still searching.
Who's still here?
I'm running out of hugs, out of kisses.
I don't understand you anymore
Or what it means to think positive of you.
But you got love,
You got it from me.
You'll be less alone.
https://theexpressivewriter.wordpress.com/
Link to my blog where I had made an attempt at poetry .
Raz, dva, tri!
The scent of fear-
my only sin.
The willows screech
I'm falling in.
Raz, dva, tri!
Fear is so near!
I start to spin.
And so I reach
but I can't win.
Raz, dva, tri!
I push, I bite,
I fight with him!
The willow cries,
my eyes go dim.
Raz, dva, tri!
Although I'm right
my chance is slim.
And as hope dies
my fate looks grim.
Raz, dva, tri!
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Im moving this poem and the responses here because they were posted in a thread dedicated to another topic:
Posted by SweetLynn on February 3rd, 2016
just a feeling
I sat here waiting for you
All I want to is to touch you
Seeing your eyes melts my heart
Looking at your smile just
Drives me crazy make me
Weak at the knees
When I look into your eyes
I see your soul
Its smiling its dancing
Up a storm .your heart
Sounds happy but
Your arms seem to be missing
Someone to hold
Someone to give a
Little light to your in your heart .
posted by Anomalia on February 12th, 2016:
So glad I read this just before Valentines Day! Lovely!
posted by KMangoMadness on May 9th, 2016
SweetLynn Lovely! :)
Beneath "I"
In the midst of my mind lies a rusty image- black and white.
A polarized negative swooning this tornado in the name of sanity like a dying virgin stroking tinted edges of its flesh for being itself. Beneath "I" lives a bird lost in an inundated translation of glitter of the seamless words roasted in cupid sanctuaries of inner turmoil.
#Gender identity prose
As the sandstorm of emotions abated
I kept walking with cuts unfazed
Lonely in the desert now
But have met other nomads on the way
Some were familiar faces
that led me to short but sweet oases.
The moons have passed and I remember myself once more
I see no longer a desert, but a beautiful ocean of sand, sky and clouds
painted by the light of the sun or the moon and stars.
Music has come to my life
and even if there were days of complete draught
I am still fine.
I see mirages of you from time to time
but just like what it is, you only pass by
like mist that kisses my skin.
I close my eyes and keep walking
And a secret.
Within these borders
of sand and dreams
I met someone that truly listened to me
Another spirit perhaps?
I know not his face,
but his embrace I crave.
We talk under the stars
whispering things only we understand
I'm not sure it's appropriate
but we found comfort in the midst of multitude
It's the same
but it's different.
For now I just rest
on the thought that I have a friend.