Regular poetry thread

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Regular poetry thread

Regular poetry thread (because I'm tired of not editing my poems)

This is exactly what it sounds like! A thread to post poetry. I'm excited to read all of your work!

submitted by Bluebird
(April 30, 2017 - 8:51 pm)

This is soooo beautiful, Soprano! I absolutely love it! I think the title Life fits perfectly. 

submitted by Leeli
(August 15, 2017 - 9:33 am)

Thank you so much! I think I'm going to call it Life, and also make that the title of my poetry collection.

submitted by SopranoTwo
(August 15, 2017 - 5:20 pm)

I wrote this poem and wanted to do something with it, so here it is:

Always forward

Never back

Like the sun

And not the black

 

Keep on moving

Keep on going

Keep on soaring

Keep on glowing

 

Overcoming 

Every problem

Every insult

Every phantom

 

Keep on moving

Keep on going

Keep on soaring

Keep on glowing 

 

submitted by Kitten
(August 19, 2017 - 10:02 am)

I love that one, Kitten! Especially the rhythm it has.

I wrote this last night. I also have another poem that I've been working on for several days and will post sometime in the next couple days; I'm still not satisfied with it.

{starlight eyes}

to me you are the night

sky. i could

compare you to so many things but the night sky fits you

best--mostly you are the vast stygian heavens but

sometimes the stars come out too.

 

when we sit out in the darkness together

and stare at the sky, bare inches

between us

the proximity is overwhelming. the stars are such

bright little specks in the sky and they're mirrored in your

eyes your starlight eyes i love your starlight eyes 

i just want to stay

here forever with you and your 

starlight eyes

 

sometimes you're here and sometimes you're not--i can't bear being apart from you

even though i can hardly

stand being next to you. i have a fire inside

that can't be

quenched, no matter how

hard i try, i feel so much for you and yet so little,

it's so impossibly hard to put this feeling into

words that both of us stopped trying long

ago and now because we can't do anything

else we just sit and gaze into each other's

eyes your

eyes your

starlight eyes. 

 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(August 19, 2017 - 1:17 pm)

I love this! It's so beautiful!

submitted by Leeli
(August 19, 2017 - 2:38 pm)

Thanks! Yours is amazing too!

submitted by Kitten
(August 19, 2017 - 8:46 pm)

Beautiful! I love the longing and loss, but also the acceptance, in the words.

Mudge says kfcr. Are you planning on getting KFC, Mudge? Please, don't do it. Get something better instead! *frantically pulls out healthy foods starting with r*

submitted by SopranoTwo
(August 20, 2017 - 7:55 am)

remember

~

days
of sunlight, rain, snow and clouds
remember
remember
remember 
nights
skies of a billion stars
remember
remember 
remember 
adventures
the most memorable times of my life
remember
remember
remember 
the warm touch
of your hand in mine 
remember
remember
remember 
the bittersweet taste
of the word "goodbye"
remember 
remember
remember
all that is gone now. nothing left but
memories
scattered to the winds
beautiful and terrible
only one word left.
Forever.

submitted by AliceOfTheElements
(August 20, 2017 - 10:09 am)

Thanks, everybody! 

I think I need to go through it again and try breaking the lines up in a different way, because it seems kind of choppy to me. 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(August 20, 2017 - 12:21 pm)

I saw your post Leafpool! Iʻll add a poem.

The Sign of Sadness

If you have the sign of sadness,

Break it,

throw it,

take it,

away.

Away from your life.

Your LIFE!

Save your life.

Save mine. 

Save the world.

Save you.

submitted by Kate-the-Great
(August 24, 2017 - 11:09 pm)

Leafpool, that is AMAZING! Also KatetheGreat and AliceoftheElements, yours are great as well! Love the respective brevity and repetition. 

Also, top!  

submitted by Katia
(August 25, 2017 - 10:23 am)

So here's a little poem I wrote in the style of Sheil Silverstein a while ago:

I'm gonna write a poem

one that's really great

I've gotta decide what it's 'bout

before the turn-in date

 

It could be 'bout nature

snowfall on the trees

And lots of leaves a-floatin'

floatin' on the breeze

 

It could be 'bout a man 

who always want to soar

or about a Raven

a-cryin' "Nevermore!"

 

It culd be 'bout a wizard

a-searchin' for a ghost

Or a murder at a party 

with a condescending host

 

It could be told in Haiku

Five, Seven, Five 

or in maybe in acrostic

with letters down the side

 

It might have a great plot

or mybe none at all

it could be very short

or it could be very tall

 

It could be very happy

or maybe be really sad

or one that's really scary

or one that'll make you mad.

 

I've gotta decide soon

or else I'll be too late

I've gotta write SOME poem 

before the turn in date

 

I'm putting pen to paper

I'm going to do it now!

I'll write an amazing poem-

Can someone tell me how?

 

 

submitted by General Waffleson, age -457, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(August 25, 2017 - 3:28 pm)

Poetic-style speech.  I was going to say this in front of my history class but I thought that I had one on gender stereotypes that was better.

I Miss The Stars

I miss the stars.

And I don't want to look up.

And you know why?

I want to look at the stars
When they aren't discolored
By polluted clouds of ash

I want to look at the stars
When they aren't dimmed
By the lights of the buildings
That shine so much brighter than them.

I take the road less traveled
Not just because there are less people,
But because the path
Isn't paved
Or gravel
And it's just dirt
And there are trees
That I can climb
To see the stars.

Unfiltered.

Isn't that what the sky used to be?

When's the next time I can see the stars like that?

The next time I'm in a plane?
When I finally go camping?

When is the next time I'll be in a plane?
I haven't been on one in years.

When will I go camping?
I haven't yet.

I'd rather walk into the woods
At night
Than look out the
Window

Just because
The sky is unfiltered in the woods.
Whereas in the city,
It's dimmed,

Both by lights and smoke.

And who wants that? 

submitted by Lucy B., age 13, California
(August 25, 2017 - 4:53 pm)

I love this so much, Lucy! Especially the first part. I love the stars, and I'm so glad to live in the country, where I can enjoy them.  

submitted by Leeli
(August 27, 2017 - 2:28 pm)

I wrote this last night. I'd love critique! 

{glass palace} 

i live in a glass house, too fragile for my liking

but the delicate walls hold me prisoner.

one tap too man and it'll all come crashing down

around me.

 

i, too, am made of glass. little bits and

pieces of myself are always chipping off into

my hands--soon i'll be left clutching nothing 

and i'll collapse because i need something to

hold onto; gravity's pull on my is

too strong. too strong, do you

hear me?

 

bloodstained ballgowns, i believe,

they coat the floor like indicators of my

insanity. dark red seeping through the pale lace and

sating, please help me i'm trapped in my own terror.

 

the walls and floors of my glass house are

see-through,

tormenting me because though i can longingly view the

outside world, i can't go out. i hate this

brittle, elegant glass palace, i long to

strike out at it, but then it'll

all collapse and shards of glass can pierce skin quite easily.

 

so please help me, come rescue me and

pull me out of this place because i

want to run,

i want to leave behind the carpets of dust

and glass splinters and blood stains,

let me run free and let me

feel the wind on my face, that's all i

ask so will someone help me? 

~~

My favorite line is "bloodstained ballgowns, i believe," and I feel like it should be made into a rhyming poem but I'm bad at those. But it has a sort of beat--bloodstained ballgowns is 4 syllables and i believe is also 4. I think it's kinda cool. 

submitted by Leafpool, age Eternal, Hidden in the forest
(August 26, 2017 - 12:34 pm)