write your poetry here!!
hii!!
so im a huge fan of poetry and reading it...i mean they are so cool...so i thought there must be many poets here...and decided to make a post about it...you can write poetry here!!!
u can also write short stories/quotes/song lyrics...you can write anything...and hope you do...i would love to read it
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)