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
This is my most recent poem, I've been writing them as I've been going through a difficult time. I've never posted poetry before, so constructive criticism or any comments would be great. I don't really know what I'm doing. :)
It starts as a flicker and grows within,
Feeble and small, but a flicker, a grin,
A tiny spark; it’s there, it’s dim,
Something new is about to begin.
A soft seduction of quiet hope,
The small shimmer of how to cope,
Now grows more to envelop,
The dark, torpid time spent alone.
Soot ash walls surround a fortress,
Of the pit of betrayal and mistrust,
But dominant daggers of diamond dust,
Sparkle softly, silently to rebuild us.
A little touch, a giggle, a glance
One slight smile; developing romance.
It’s me and you in this vast expanse,
Hold my hand. Take this chance.
And when the walls grow so thin,
And when I feel us skin to skin,
And when you forgive all of my sin,
Then I’ll open me up and let you in.
@rac00n
I really like it the rhyming poetry and the flow of the poem is quite good. Keep writing poetry there is always so much to write about.:)
@calmingFriend2210 thank you so much for your response! :) That is true, I will do.
I had always thought it strange, how the lines
on a basketball court fascinated me
more than the sport itself. How simple paint intertwines
and combines with my mind’s constant silent plea.
It made me think more of multitudes of colored waves,
than a game with such rules and regulations.
Made me think of the silence heard at graves,
than the silence heard during halftime hesitations.
I want to sit still in the middle of a court
amid all the lines, like a painter in front of an easel, waiting
with baited breath for inspiration to strike, in short,
listening quietly as my soft heart continues pulsating.
Silence, please, as I become as close to these lines as to myself.
It is time to reveal the truth of my heart as one does for oneself.
Some die lovingly embraced; others die tragically disgraced; will you walk the road that leads to ruin? Or will you instead be fast and fluid? It makes no difference under the deep dirt, alone and trapped in hurt.
I'd like to post another poem - I've been working on several and I'm not sure about where to go to get feedback on them. Does anybody have any other sites that review poetry? I hope it's okay posting a second one. I'm very new to this:
The abyss of loneliness and doubt grows,
Like a great waving rising up from the sea.
Dark, mountainous surges surrounding,
Demolishing all of reality.
Deep down below, they are lurking,
Obscured by the black sea,
Hungrily searching the sadness
Barely able to see;
Lingering fingers of lonesomeness,
Grabbing greedily,
Stretching to seize any specimen,
Consuming, mercilessly.
And the sea is cold and rough,
And the sky is as black as coal,
The wind rips around us callously,
Penetrating into our very soul.
The stony sky starts to crack open,
As cries shriek from it’s heart,
The drips of a silent surrender,
The rain like an icy dart.
I touch my face slowly,
And feel the dampness of rain,
The tiny drips that settle,
Permeates my membrane.
It trickles into our minds,
Questioning our skin,
What our intention?
Confess to me all your sin.
I wipe my face hurriedly,
And blink my stinging eyes,
I try to dismiss it,
But it’s too late to deny.
It’s here and it’s settled in my head now,
Like a great lolloping dog,
It’s sat in front of the fire,
My mind fills with fog.
It’s friendly now, comforting,
This loneliness and doubt
Why was I afraid anyway?
I forgot how it felt without.
I wrote this when I tried to motivate myself to live...
You fell from the bridge
Cold water pours into your lungs
You stand by the open fridge
Fill and fill your stomach with the stones
Or you don't eat, because of disgust
let muscles get weak
and all the weight of your body held by just bones
you cough up water on concrete
with a little blood
because of your own finger, scratching inside
you know, there's mud on a bottom
it's just brown
but fearsome in your head
You’re a fucking butterfly, ‘cause you just let it lead you
You can’t fall asleep without the sweet lullaby
You cry though they’re playing a comedy
You’re drowning in a spoonful of milk
the silk is too much rough for you
girl, you have to overfly this rainy period
you scarify your own skin
you don't have to win
just join the world
The little candle in your hands
has a pretty short wick
but you handle to breathe
you can build a wall with only one brick
and paint there the words running out from your lips
so, just take few sips of lemonade
‘cause I’m already frustrated with your tears
the fears aren't in the puddle where you're laying
they are in your mind
so they actually aren’t
this water is clean
you just cuddle there with it
you're not a queen that you'd be a perfect leader
neither are they
you have just a covered face
mind in another space
but you are one of these little mouses
you don't want to lose your tail
you don't want to fail
you fell from the bridge
and stand up
just like the leaves on the tree
they fall for the breeze
i hope one day you will
do the same for me.
dont keep me waiting
cuz' i will wait far too long
Lavender fields darkened to the purple of a storm cloud
Emotions soaked up with blue
Trusts broke up to shards scratching the skin
Insanities control the breath
Thoughts tangle the song line
Goals vanished with the sunset
Ordinary things injure wings
we were so lost in our river of love
that we gave birth to an ocean of lies...
i thought our love was beautiful like fireflies...
beautiful and luminous
but it turned out to be like a dove
a dove that flew far away from us
with its companion called trust
and all we had left were the broken peices of
our hearts...and coutless tears
it was like my biggest fear just came true
as all along we knew it would
I really like this sending my poems to space! It feels good not just to leave them in me, but to share them.
A stormy cloud
Dyes dolly’s hair
Purple and blue
so that she stands out in the crowd
so that she goes down the stairs
like a flare brightening up the room
like an angel
like the clearness of true
the dolly would love to stand up from the chair
but she has no clue
how to gain more air
she would scream out loud
but it’s just about the two
the dolly crying, it’s not fair
and the dolly dying dolly’s hair
i live a lie i think,
is this life or is this something else
i feel like this is a nightmare
i cant breathe
help me please
i am suffocated at the same place all over again
it is all up in flames now
just help me please...
Help incoing in five...four...three...two...one...........
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF MAN! WE'RE HERE FOR YOU!