(Original) Poetry

[WriteYourHeartOut]

A place for all the poets who don't even know it! Although... probably more useful to those who do. If you're into poetry and looking for a place to share your work or get feedback on it, this is the place to do so.

 

All forms of poetry are welcome here - haikus, limericks, acrostics, etc. - and unless your poetry is, like, Dante's Inferno length, you're probably welcome to share entire poems. Use your judgement.

 

[Shadowkat678]

Oh, I have one!

 

Your eyes tell a story

Of warm sun and bright day

Of cold snow and dark shadows

 

Your smile paints a picture

Of a thousand sweet memories

And a thousand bitter secrets

 

Your laugh is a song

Of a soft summer breeze

Of a harsh winter gale

 

You’re like a puzzle to me

And I don't know if I can manage

To connect your varied pieces



 

Okay, actually there are two here.

 

 

Who are you

But a ghost from the past

A shadow in the present

And forgotten in the future

 

Who are you

But an ink-stained poem

On a wrinkled page

Whose words fade with time

 

Who are you

But someone lost to me

Too far gone to ever be found

Who perhaps I never knew at all

 

No, I know exactly who you were

I know exactly who you'll be

I know exactly who you are

And know above all you're nothing to me

 

No matter what I do that last line isn't right. You know, for someone who claims to not be into romance, I always end up with it somehow...

 

Please turn phone sideways on mobile. The lines should not be long enough to take up...well, more than one line.

[Lost Muse]

^That is some beautiful poetry right there!

I absolutely loved the first one. The second one is pretty good too, though it does read a little rough towards the end, you're right. I'm no expert poet myself but I've been indulging in poetry for many years hence I suggest

 

Maybe removing the words "above all" would work better because that kind of language doesn't really tie into poetry easily (just my opinion) and maybe even the removal of "And know". So it'd be like "I know exactly who you are.... you're nothing to me." That delivers more punch in my mind.

 

Also, I totally know what you mean by not being into romance and then ending up with romantic poetry. I have the same thing going haha. Here's one of mine:

 

Shallow breaths, blurring vision,

 

hoping and aching and petrified in pain

 

trying hard not to love you

 

but these efforts go in vain.

 

Strangled words, half-written letters

 

trying to write you away,

 

silence glimmers, irony laughs,

 

on paper you can’t stay away.

 

Immortalised in ink

 

memorised in syllables

 

every stroke is a thought of you

 

relief in these words – so minimal.

 

Wish I could stop, not feel

 

pretend i’m fine and pain never existed

 

this love is blinding, so paralysing

 

can’t breathe ’cause I’m addicted.

 

What do you all think?

 

[Bat Stitch Crazy]

I have a couple I'm willing to share

 

All Because of You

 

What you see is not always

What you get

I'm the girl that will always

Keep you guessing

 

Just because I smile

Doesn't mean I am Okay

There will always be unshed tears

For the love I gave

And for the love you threw away

 

I gave you my whole heart

I gave you everything I am

I gave up everything for you

But you couldn't understand

 

My hopes and dreams were shattered

My glimpse at forever gone

My heart was handed back to me in pieces

I had no choice but to run away

I could not stay that strong

 

I found solace in another

But broke his heart in two

All this pain and suffering

And it's all because of you

 

And now for my next trick

 

Remember me in Heaven

 

There's not a day that goes by

Where I don't miss you

There's not a day that goes by

That I don't wish I could see you again

 

And I know that heaven is just

A little too far

But every night I find myself wishing

On that same bright star

 

Oh how I wish I could just

See you again

And I pray that I will someday

But I Know

That heaven is where you're meant to stay

 

Please remember me in Heaven

when you walk down those streets of gold

Please ask if they have a place for me

In that heavenly choir of old

 

I want to sing with angels

When it's my time to go

So please remember me in Heaven

While I'm still here on earth

 

Well it's been too long

Since you went away

I still find myself missing you

More and more each day

I have my days

Where you're always on my mind

And I have my nights

That I still cry myself to sleep

 

I want so much

to have one more chance

To hold you in my arms

And whisper "I Love You"

 

Please remember me in Heaven

when you walk down those streets of gold

Please ask if they have a place for me

In that heavenly choir of old

 

I want to sing with angels

When it's my time to go

So please remember me in Heaven

While I'm still here on earth

 

Oh how I wish I could just

See you again

And I pray that I will someday

But I Know

That heaven is where you're meant to stay

 

Please remember me in Heaven

when you walk down those streets of gold

Please ask if they have a place for me

In that heavenly choir of old

 

I want to sing with angels

When it's my time to go

So please remember me in Heaven

While I'm still here on earth

 

And one more short(ish) one

 

Untitled

 

You can take your reasons

You can tell your lies

There won't be any tears

Because I'm too pissed to cry

My heart's already broken

I won't give you another try

So please

Help me tell you goodbye

 

I have an entire 40-page word document filled with poems (I think I have a problem)

 

 

 

[Guest Tanda]

Just because I smile

Doesn't mean I am Okay

There will always be unshed tears

For the love I gave

And for the love you threw away

It's heartbreakingly beautiful. It reminded me of the lyrics of "Paper Airplane" by  Alison Krauss,

 

How many days should I smile with a frown?

'Cause you're not around with the sun on your shoulders

And how many nights must I wake up alone

And know in my soul that it's almost over now?

- "Paper Airplane" by  Alison Krauss

 

Here's my attempt in haiku style.

 

Veil of Darkness

 

Wrapped in Veil of Darkness

I lingered by myself at midnight

It gives me peace of mind

 

Midsummer dream whispers to me

So gently, sometimes dangerously

Tomorrow, who knows the winner?

 

 

 

[Selene]

I've never been one for poetry unless I was being forced to write it for a grade.  Most of the poems from my grade school years have been destroyed. -laugh- You could tell by reading it that I was just doing it because I had to.  A couple of poems survived college though.  I don't mind reading poetry, but writing it has never been my strong point.  It is seriously a challenge and art form in its own right!

 

This is one of the few poems not to have been purged.  And yes it was for a grade which is why it is so rough.

 

Eyes That Watch

 

There stood a house at the edge of town,

With window eyes that watched the ground.

They looked upon the grass of green,

And little boys within the trees

Those little boys were so carefree,

Never seeing the eyes that could see.

 

She stood behind those eyes of glass,

Watching as cars and clouds drifted past.

Gazing out with eyes that stared,

Through the grime that hid the crime,

She is like a ghost within the house

Longing to join them in running free.

 

She hears the footsteps upon the stairs

Never had been so terribly scared

With a small hand placed upon the eyes that watch

She hopes it will one day stop.

The boys outside run through the trees,

While she wonders if she too will again be free.

 

[ImaRavenclaw]

A few... Nervous about this because I have no idea if I'm any good and only my English teachers have ever read my stuff. Just a note though, these three are pretty old, but I'm putting them here because all of my recent ones are in paper format and I'm being lazy

 

Dirty

 

Dirty dirty.

Henry Miller,

Stream of consciousness,

Tropic of Cancer.

Tropic of Capricorn 

Sons and Lovers

The Rainbow

Lady Chatterley’s Lover

D.H. Lawrence those works

Melville Herman: No not Moby Dick idiot, Billy Budd and Benito Cereno!

James Joyce who didn’t write anything that offended…

 

To challenge the un-challenged I might say

brings upon a dangerous calling

he writes upon a page

without rhyme

and meter

meter

and rhyme

one should be called indecorous at this day and age

queers to be shunned

rebels to be stamped out

we the fascist of this society.

 

I have been sent to report this colossal deterioration of moral standard

you the dirty bastards that didn’t clean up the messes!

I’m here to bring back the pressed and the polished

the clean and the shine

the heterosexual and the reason

the champagne and the wine.

I declare that no longer, we take example from these treacherous works of what some may call “art”.

 

We the sage just call it “dirty”.

 

Boys

 

I distinctly remember the mist

Vaguely remember the kiss

Your soft lips against my rough ones

The moon illuminating our bodies

Curved together on the dock 

In the cold, dark night

 

You came out to me

I came out to myself

And the stars

The beautiful, awful stars

Sweetly smiling but judging us quietly

So much uglier up close

And so different from each other

And All they could do was stare at us

The two boys on the dock

softly lip locked

 

 

Beach Love

 

I have this lust for you, that I never knew.

I have this fondness for you, that I never knew.

I never knew, but I knew, and I never knew.

I didn't know till' the sand grazed my wrists

and you grazed my lips.

 

It was inappropriate because my mother had died.

It was inappropriate because later my brother would ask for your hand in marriage.

But you had finally turned pretty

But you had finally caught my attention.

 

 

 

[abhorsen.]

(You guys should totally feel free to upload these to the archive so I can stop feel self-conscious about my bad poetry being the only poems up there. )

[scintillated]

^ your imagery is amazing! i love this whole stanza (is that what's it's called? i really don't know poetry lingo)

 

I distinctly remember the mist

Vaguely remember the kiss

Your soft lips against my rough ones

The moon illuminating our bodies

Curved together on the dock

In the cold, dark night

 

i also really like 'dirty', i think it's amazing!!

and below is one of my freeform poems:

 

ON ROMANTICIZING

feelings are not metaphors.

they are rawrawraw and bleed from your heart,

seeping through your body.

they are not an inferno, or a

hurricane.

there is no chaos glinting in your eyes,

no steel ribs protecting you.

there is nothing but youyouyou,

you and your emotions.

[Guest Tanda]

^ so dramatic! I love it!

 

The lost memories in the blue ocean

 

The lost friends under the hot summer sun

 

Time passes by slowly and gently

Healing your heart

 

You start walking again

[Bat Stitch Crazy]

(You guys should totally feel free to upload these to the archive so I can stop feel self-conscious about my bad poetry being the only poems up there. )

 

Branwen I'm working on it lol

 

In the meantime, here's a snippet from an older one

 

 

I've been hurt before

But never quite like this

I let my guard down

And this is what I get

I believed you

When you said you loved me

And now all I have to show

For this

Is another broken heart

[scooterbug8515]

(You guys should totally feel free to upload these to the archive so I can stop feel self-conscious about my bad poetry being the only poems up there. )

 

You aren't the only one posting poetry on the archives.  I have three posted on the archive presently.

[singmetothesun]

I've just posted my first original poem on the archive! +Here

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The Safest Place on Earth


My bed is the safest place on this earth,
Here, nothing and no one can hurt me.
I can infinitely fly through my imagination,
exploring places I materialize.
I can escape the outside world and let go,
For the duration of much-needed sleep.


Yes, my own mind can hurt me;
But nightmares can be erased and 
Forever forgotten.
There is no such luxury in the real world.
I wish there was.


Away from my bed, I am vulnerable;
To clumsiness, to failure, to human beings.
My heart races and I struggle to
Breathe!
I can easily make a fool of myself out here.


Back under the duvet, I am comforted;
The weight of the sheets provides solidarity.
A fluffy cloud of embrace to send me to sleep,
I am safe and away from harm.


My bed is the safest place on this earth,
No one else can feel the same.
The pillow against my head is so soft;
I have no worries here.
My voice whispers a lullaby, and I smile
Deep in sleep.

[grumpy cat]

i sort of accidentally started writing poetry recently (accidentally? yeah i don't plan things it's a mess and a chaos and idk what i'm even doing) and i actually forgot literally everything i knew about poetry and yk, stanzas and poetic forms and all that i learned in high school so i really have no clue what i'm doing.

but - they're personal and i can't stop writing them and i guess it's just pouring a feeling into a page (screen?) so i'm really self-conscious about them and have the urge to hide them from the archives literally all the time but then i stop myself. they don't rhyme and just ?? idk if it's even poetry. it probably is and i'm just anxious because it be like that for me.

i have a lot of feelings about them but as i progressed into darker and darker poems, i've occasionally felt sick while writing or re-reading them because it's like looking into a mirror and realising you're a terrible person so it's all kinda mindfuck-y

+lingering darkness