write your poetry here!!

Stuck Thought 2020 was a time waster, But 2021 kicks me a lot harder, Don't know if it's the raindrops, Or it's just my tears, Because all I think is when will this disappear... The page is torn on the calendar, But it felt like it ends on October, The days feel somber, While the nights get colder... Familiar faces on right and left, And I have gone daft, Don't know if it's the shower, Or it's just my tears, Because my smile has gone disappear...

please engrave my chest with the song of your laughter to make me feel whole - haiku by me

The Hidden Light

The sound of rain

It drips and falls arriving to a stop

It sounds like my pain

The countlesss drops of my suffering

Can I ever find optimism in my wrongdoing.

I find that I can not

Though I seek for the lighting

The brief show, of hope when the sunlight isn't shining

I awake to another dream of pain and suffering

And yet I go back to imagine that the sun is rising

-A.G

Hope you don’t mind my sharing

For I believe this is a place of caring.

I come to you on this life’s journey.

For today, I feel wounded and afraid.

Feeling the loss of pain of my once nerdy

Decease loved one who once made

My life worth living

Yet, now today has me felling so overwhelmed

That I find myself reliving.

The pain, the sorrow

Which is now so great it is affecting all my tomorrows.

And so I come and ask you

How does one get through?

Each pain, each sorrow, each day to see a new sky blue?

For tomorrow?

@politeEyes294SeekingAngels

I really enjoyed your poem. Do write more. Good question, how does one get through tomorrow..

Heart Confession

I looked in my inside

and the side without

Didn’t compare on how I really felt

The way I yearned,

to be with them, for the little time earned

But the days flew

And before I knew

My heart ached for their presence once more

To be able to open the door

And see them smile as they went by

But it was to late, my time with them will be no longer

As it will turn out, I will be the goner

Who will leave from an inevitable choice

To be leaving and tears rolling down my face

Without a proper good bye, I left and faced the upcoming tomorrow

The deep sorrow that be left in my heart

Will continue to grow all over again as in the start

And the hope to be reunited up till my last breath on earth

Before then , I hope to find the one again who makes my heart beat

And my eyes to enlarge and feel compassion

To a rate of love brewing and my voice shuttering

To finally say the words, that I have been longing

Then and only then will I know

-A.G

Broken

I thought you said you loved me.

And yet you slammed me against the door.

Saying you don’t want to deal with me anymore.

What did I do to offend you.

Yesterday we were talking about love and what hobbies and careers we were going to do.

Now you want to breakup.

And say I don’t need you.

What’s with the tough love.

Is it that I mustered the courage to finally tell you.

Could you not take it,

What made you change your mind.

Please tell me I love you so dearly,

Just don’t let me go,

My heart won’t sing another beat.

For my love for you will be my ultimate defeat.

As life goes on, the scars and flashbacks will remind me.

That the love I had for you was just a fantasy.

So tell me do you really love me?

Reunited

The person I dearly admired was often isolated

I thought why and contemplated

If they can play a trombone and go on a stage alone

Perform, and surf on waves, then have a food crave

Why is that at night they scream with such heart ache

And every morning they stare at me at the sidewalk

But today differ as they came running towards me

In panic I started crossing

As I started the words “wait” caught hold of me

But it was to late, the cars paused briefly

Grief and agony fell upon the street of 6th

As I cried out saying ”help me”

Blaring sounds surrounded and my eyes closed

Wakened by hold of hand was my neighbor

Saying the words ”do you remember”

For the years revealed that the amnesia I had was fully gone

Embraced in hug and heart sung

For the life previous will never be no more

As this person here will no longer suffer

Cus you and me are finally back together

-A.G

Amazing thread..loved actually

Though I haven't wrote lately but I can post a old poem

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

@lyricalPillow3807

Artistic!

@TeaKing14

@TeaKing14

Thank you

Oki dokie guys, here I go! Well, actually this is my second turn...... Anyways, tell me what you guys think of my piece!

The Gates:

Black are the walls,

dim and dark like Death.

I tour the halls,

fading with my breath.

The gates are wide,

the gates are tall.

They await me inside,

chanting hyms about my fall,

from the heavens.

The ebony veil dances in the breeze,

calling to me across the dismal waves.

Stripping me of the disease,

and lifting me above the broken graves.

Here I am,

in the lonely bed.

Waiting for someone to take my stead.

By TK14, peaceout guys.

@TeaKing14

Interesting poetry I'm curious. Anyways good job. :)

@TeaKing14

Interescting poem...

Existing

The days have just flown by

no pause in current nor waves

it flows as I count the days of joy

Those past moments forever in memory

as I wished it could last for an infinity

Life with it's moments cheerful as well bland

Doesn't seem to compare with the huge amounts of suffering had

Why couldn't it be undone and be a cheerful time instead

All this thoughts build inside my head

What could have been done, why me, why anyone.?

As time passes and things come to a close.

I find that through suffering there is repentance as well experience.

I see that life, here is something we should strongly hold.

As I see life's moments holds dear in one part of everyone.

With it comes pain, joy, anger, suffering and so many other emotions.

As time goes by the thoughts of the past

will soon be helpful as life continues.

And to all those alive be glad and rejoice

Life is beautiful and should never go to waste.

A.G

my purpose to to complete work

but when the work is completed

thoughts begin to lurk

thoughts aren't harmful

until they are irrational

and then a battle begins

free time appears to be the enemy

with no free time there are no irrational thoughts

no chance to overthink the intricacies of life

no chance to dwell on the thoughts of others

others who I cannot control

yet the thoughts continue

useless thoughts

but how can I abandon them?

@nw2c Enjoyed this. Great work.:)

@nw2c

excellent

Me

I have reflexes like a cat

i run like a rat

I am flat like my cat

@youareloved1221

Nice, poetry

Stressed

Why is that when I stress

I just become a bigger mess

With all its incompleteness

And messed up weirdness

Couldn’t I have managed

If life wasn’t so hard

But oh how would I learn

If my brain cells would just get along

And if the world shaped up better

My life and others would be so much easier

Oh how I hope for a great day

Such without stress and noise

To be calm and just relax to the sunrise

But the world misshapen

And we have to do our role in the takin

that we be the change

For lesser and painful days

Then step by step

It be rounded

Be safer

Be more knowledgeable

To say

I had a stress free day

A.G

When I came out of my mother’s womb, I was told what I was. I wasn’t given an option. They labeled me as female, and I didn’t yet understand what that meant. And as time passed I saw that it meant I was to dress in pink and play with barbies. I grew jealous of others playing with dinosaur toys and the other kids rocking the newest super hero shirts, while I sat in disgust with my Justice apparel. The anger began to grow. I felt trapped. She. Her. Daughter. Young woman. Those words made my ears sting like when you hear a fresh bullet out of a pistol. When I play the morning news I find that another one of my kind has been murdered just for who they are. As I now sit in my room, a senior in high school, soon off to college. I wonder. What if I was born the way I wanted? What if I didn’t cringe every time someone used the wrong pronoun or the name I was given? What if I wasn’t sick to my stomach every time I have to take a shower or bath? And as I stare and ponder at my mother’s tattoo which reads “Daughter” in Japanese, I replay these words in my mind: Trigger warning ️ I am a man, and there’s nothing anyone can do to change that. -Rin

I miss childhood.

Sidewalk chalk.

Water balloons.

Hugs from mom.

Spotting hawks.

Growing flowers.

Rainy weather.

Teddy bears.

Pretend super powers.

I miss childhood,

Where I was innocent

safe and loved. I miss

being kissed and hugged

by my mother before I

was tucked into bed. Now

all I have is crushed hopes

and tormented thoughts in

my head.

Nice, this was pleasing to read

Reading

Do you ever read a book,

And wonder what comes next.

Is it a nice suprise,

Or maybe a curse or a hex.

Reading takes me away,

Like im drifting out to sea.

Sometimes it inspires people,

about what they want to be.

Ive read a book before,

and ill tell you what i know.

the further on you read means,

the less youll have to go.

@ECookie1 Love the flow of the poem. Nice, 👍

@calmingFriend2210 thanks!

@user123456789100 (changed mah username btw)

fell in love with that medusa's face fierce, madness, nothing to fear got me stuck in deep devotion i was blinded by eyes like an ocean taking me in so far yet so near treating me like a slave every touch seems so fake but im such a sucker for that face im in dispair

Hiiii, how are u all?

Its been so long since I posted here....so here is one

It feels like pain is beauty

all the agony,every single tear

every night we wept

every experience that has

ever made you question

Every downfall....its all beautiful in its sense

cuz even the beightest star that shines burns the

hardest....even the rose has thorns that made us bleed

well I hope you guys like it......thank you for taking ur time and reading thissss......and thank you everyone who wrote here....each and everyone of u is so talented and gifted.....guys all ur poems are beautiful 😍❤💙

@youarenotalone00

Glad your back. Btw great poetry. :)

My Spirit Is A Roaring Sea:

I was born to ride the crashing wave,

to conquer each challenge anew.

Ready to fight forever brave,

ready to face a foe like you.

Out of the shadows you appear,

and steal me from my sheltered home.

The day has come, the day we fear.

Now I must face you on my own.

You have me now, you didn't ask,

lust and greed your only reason.

But all that strength is just a mask.

Stripped away, I see you demon.

Your stench, your breath, your icy touch,

are not enough to close my eyes.

And through the pain I know this much,

I'll never be your helpless prize.

So we begin our violent dance,

You have the rage, but no control.

Don't you realise there is no chance against the thunder of my soul?

Beyond the darkness into light, is a warrior breaking free.

Did you think that I would not fight?

I have no doubt, I count on me.

Beyond my pain,

Beyond my fear,

For no one I will bend a knee.

My heart is fire, My mind is clear,

MY SPIRIT IS A ROARING SEA.

By ZenPencils, an amazing artist.

P.S. Hope you're all doing well out there guys, keep living the dream, don't give up and always remember you got the power in you. Peace out, TK14.

Marriage

Oh great day!

I sing to thee

Oh great day it is,

To be returning

The dangers receding

And the trail of my life is just beginning

Indeed a great day

Oh darlin’

Holiday is upon us

And you must realize

For the skies are blue,

And here I stand right here beside

To cherish and to love,

my beautiful bride.

-A.G

Oh honey!,

Don’t you realize

It’s July

The heat overwhelms

my beautiful eye

Won’t you be a dear,

And guide me along the trail

To this fortunate holiday,

Oh sweet honey

I admire you

So much and truly,

Do I always need to remind

That I indeed will cherish and love thee

To the end of life need be

And to tell my gorgeous groom

I do.

-A.G

@calmingFriend2210

Hmmm.... I might just read this at mine.

Artistic!

@TeaKing14

Reallyyyy, and thanks for reading it. :)

wow....thats a beautiful piece

thank you for sharing it with us!!!!

@youarenotalone00

that was meant for @calmingfriend2210

Grief is like an an addiction, or rather the ill effects of the withdrawal. It is the worst drug hangover without any of the fun. It is the desperate wanting to feel numb because you don't wish for happiness. You don't believe that is possible anymore. So you pray for numb. It is wanting to go back in time and redo something. Or undo something. You're not sure what that thing even is. It is a hole in the heart that can't be filled even though everyone around you is continually pouring in love. It just never fills. It is anger like a raging fire that is burning and those scars just remind you of it constantly. It's wanting to scream and punch those that say seemingly stupid things to you in a shallow way to connect. Grief is the worst withdrawl because unlike a drug addiction, it's not one that action can erase.

They would never bet

that I would find myself in him

because surely a boy like me should find myself a him

but I saw my whole in his broken parts, and maybe he saw the same in me.

we were two boys dancing to hell

holding hands like we never could up on this earth