write your poetry here!!

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!

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.

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

Me

I have reflexes like a cat

i run like a rat

I am flat like my cat

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.

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.