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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)

Sadly, this is really relatable and an absolutely beautiful way of verbalizing this phenomenon. :/

submitted by Jaybells, Lost upon a Musing
(May 6, 2023 - 10:19 am)

Belated Valentines

hello, darling

you know i love you

i would write my

sonnet 18

to you

sing you

songs

drawers of

love letters

boxes of

hearts

we're star-crossed

if you're juliet

i guess i'm

romeo

but our love won't

be a tragedy

we'll write our own

story

where i meet your eyes

and say:

darling

i love you

and you meet mine

and say:

i do

too 

submitted by unsung anon
(May 6, 2023 - 11:00 am)

I shatter

Hard

The dim glimmer, a hope, lingers

That if I break enough

You'll come fix me again.

Maybe then I can be beautiful

Like you

Maybe then I will be normal 

Like the world wants me to

Maybe I will be loved

In a way that does not

Require flesh or lips or eyes or anything

I can feel or hear or see.

If you can write such beautiful words

Maybe you can craft me too,

With bandages of moonlight

And cold winter breeze

And delicate porcelain and watercolours, 

And amber tears and shrill starsong,

Clear skies and the scent of petrachor still fresh, 

Fusing into something greater;

Maybe you can command vines and leaves

and reforge me into something better,

Something anyone actually likes. 

But then,

I am still too scared.

Was it that easy to be loved all along? 

I just had to give up all the way 

And let the world ravage

-- consume wholly and entirely --

what little I am? 

submitted by Jaybells, Lost upon a Musing
(May 7, 2023 - 8:02 pm)

Even the smiling have door locks,
Even the roses have thorns,
And for all of the sunshine,
I'm still a girl made of storms.

Something I came up with after having a bad day. Most poems I write don't rhyme, but I was feeling very brooding and very lyrical. 

submitted by Seadragon
(May 11, 2023 - 8:48 pm)

ooh, I like this one :)

submitted by Poinsettia, a sea of crystal waters
(May 30, 2023 - 11:27 am)

You draw him in,

Pull him in so very tight,

So how could we ever escape

The crushing warmth

Of that love?

How could anyone ever hope

To slip away

Or not flutter like moths

To the candle that is your soul,

And eternally-giving nature?

Indeed, we have never danced about

A romantic relationship, nor attraction;

And yet watching you two

Has me addicted

To the exchanged saccharine words

And little blushes and touches

And acts of gentle tenderness.

Perhaps my own "love" pales in comparison

To what you two have,

But perhaps I too have matured,

Since I feel no envy.

Or perhaps that is the true beauty of love --

Not perfect, but so incredibly close 

That it brings happiness to all,

No matter their status.

Perhaps there is an element of truth

To all those love-spun fairytales

Where a kiss is all it takes

To save the world and remain happy forever.

You make it look so natural

And I am proud to stand by you

And unwaveringly support

Your love for him. 

submitted by Jaybells, Lost, somewhere
(May 12, 2023 - 9:48 pm)

masks masks masks

is anything true anymore?

why can't we stop hiding?

why is being known so absolutely terrifying?

isn't it worse to walk around believing we're acquainted with the fictional people other people have invented because they think we'll like them?

we want desperately to be known, but we take every measure to ensure we aren't

we don't want happiness to hurt

(why does everything hurt?)

we just want to be okay 

(were we ever okay?) 

this is just a thinly disguised rant with too many paragraph spaces

but then again, maybe that's what poetry is 

(I've thought myself to sickness) 

submitted by Artemis , age infinite, the ninth dimension
(May 19, 2023 - 10:29 am)

everything is so small and so big

so short and so long
this doesn't matter at all, but then again
it is 
Everything.
i.
memory is so fickle
i don't remember being born, but my mother will remember forever-
forever, until she dies or gets dementia
and there is future and there is past
and there is a bright white hospital light
and my mother was scared that she would die
[or perhaps that wasn't my mother and me, perhaps it was a story i've heard
this is something i should know, but
memory is so fickle.]
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
ii. 
but she didn't die and neither did i and we grew up together
and i was braver than my sister when we were young, so how did we end up
here? but i'm skipping ahead, we are supposed to be in the past.
i don't remember being young, 
but i do remember that morning, i was 5 years old
walked down to mom in the morning and asked what was wrong
the church was burning.
we walked down there later but it wasn't still on fire.
i remember being disappointed.
and they wouldn't show us the videos of it burning,
they were worried about nightmares.
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
iii.
i'm told i started liking words in the space between kindergarten and 1st grade
started writing and reading and trying
when i was young i used to write small and speak big
now i write big but i'm still not heard.
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
iv.
i skipped second grade, but not before second grade had started
i took the test before, but they didn't get the results or something
anyways, i was in third grade now.
they warned me about a lot
i wasn't to say skipped, i was to say i tested out of,
i was drilled on euphemisms before i knew the word for it.
they also told me my social life might suffer.
i didn't think it would matter, because my best friend has skipped first grade
but i left one behind, and just being friends with one boy suddenly wasn't enough
and i never made friends with the group of girls i looked up to
and maybe that's when it all went wrong.
v. fourth grade, new school building, new church.
new new new and i could handle it but should i have?
fifth grade and i didn't want to be friends with him anymore
i've always wanted to have friends like people do in books,
where they actually talk to each other about things that hurt
he was fun to talk to but i wanted to gossip about my crushes 
i hated drama but i wanted it so bad
i made a friend for the last time
i didn't let the first one go, though, i was too scared
and maybe that's when it all went wrong.
vi. sixth grade and he made a new friend and i started to too
and i questioned things i'd never thought about before
did i have a crush on her? i still don't know
but at least she made me realize.
i started writing in my diary,
captured how young and stupid i was
and the smell of fresh cut grass and the neighbor's cats.
maybe that's when it all went wrong.
vii. march 2020, a cataclysmic month
maybe that's when it all went wrong.
viii. less than a month later, my parents got divorced.
maybe that's when it all went wrong.
ix. i went into hiding because of covid and i've never quite come out,
lost myself in online classes and poetry and internet and music.
i hadn't really been exposed to the internet before but now i was swimming in it.
i grew up so much and learned so little and that moment is still my perfect place
alone, safe, hurting, bored,
alone.
maybe that's when it all went wrong.
x. seventh grade and i was questioning my gender 
still haven't quite figured it out
and i kept writing, still wasn't very good at it.
he left my school, that ever present friend
alone, alone, alone.
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
xi. there was a moment at the end of the school year
my sister and her friends were graduating, so they were taking polaroid pictures
and they were in my corner, the one i found, the one i let them into
so i shouldn't be mad, but i still feel like they stole it.
they called it the vape corner, because it was sarcasm because i was so well behaved.
i hated that name with every ounce of me.
and they took their pictures and i knew i wasn't one of them,
but it was my corner, and i've never felt quite as alone
as when they didn't even think to ask me to join them.
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
xii. eighth grade and now i'm really alone,
but i renamed my corner the clover corner
out of spite and love and because there's clover there.
and it all hurts, and i'm falling out of touch with everybody.
but i've still got that friend he made in sixth grade
the only one i ever talked to.
but i'm starting to get better at writing.
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
xiii. there was a marvelous moment just before i graduated 8th grade
when i started to feel connected.
i made a friend, i think, and i was starting to feel less lonely
but then it ended and i barely said goodbye,
and maybe that's where it all went wrong.
xiv. ninth grade, high school, taylor swift.
i fell into myself and into her 
never stopped to untangle myself from the rabbit hole
i fell and i fell and i fell
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
xv. they called me down to the office
i was writing on my chromebook and i mentioned a mental breakdown
i also mentioned taylor, and i felt the heat of embarrassment and it burned strong.
they called my mom.
maybe that's where it all went wrong.
xvi. here i am now, and i don't even know what scars i need to heal.
everything feels right and everything feels wrong and there are kids outside my window
i don't know what they're saying, but i can hear that it's happy.
and i can hear the music that i'm listening to
soft and sweet and strong,
and maybe everything has been right and everything has been wrong.
but it is so big, and it is so small.
it is so long, but it is so short.
this is everything, but also
it doesn't matter at all.
submitted by WordSong, age Forever, Under a rock
(May 20, 2023 - 3:56 pm)

(a poem written completely with lines taken from other poems I've written and posted on here)

 

fingers drumming on a table,

stars spilling out of a night sky,

voices twirling in the wind,

your nose and the tips of your ears . . . brushed with pink watercolors,

your clear brown eyes turning golden in the flames,

reflecting the stars. 

 

the tips of the mountains disappear in the clouds,

the symphony of insects starts to warm up beneath the stars,

[and] the light makes every leaf start to glow.

 

eucalyptus trees stretch into the sky,

the cicadas hum,

and [we] have smiles on [our] faces. 

 

it won't last forever. 

 

the clock is ticking.

 

minutes slip through my fingers,

vines curl around my ankles,

and the world keeps spinning on. 

 

perhaps it was just an instinctive thing,

written into [my] blood, 

being there one day and leaving the next. 

 

don't you accept it? 

submitted by peppermint, thinking
(May 23, 2023 - 10:31 pm)

beautiful <3

submitted by Artemis
(June 11, 2023 - 8:58 pm)

As golden magma swims through your eyes

I wish, at times, you'd just spill your mind

But then I remember our shared ADHD, depression and dyslexia

And laugh at the thought of you spelling everything out

Calmy, with patience and precision, in neat little lines.

 

I can only watch as pour your love into caressing her strings, 

As if she was not a guitar,

but the girl I once crushed on and you now date.

I cannot tell what expression I wear around you,

Whether or not you can tell I wither before your blinding brightness.

For you are brash Apollo, and I your gloom-filled twin moon, Artemis;

Just as danger-prone, just as broken

Only less much bright, and much less successful.

 

You, who for far too long thought I despised you,

And me, who unconsciously might have,

Seeing my reflection in you, my dazzling mirror.

Bitter? No, I think not, something considerably less laced with envy --

More like a sibling rivalry.

Something that seethes when I see the way we saunter, swagger

And fool around at times,

That laughs when we fall, grinning together,

That cries when one of us does, and all the other can do is watch. 

 

Sometimes I decide that's fine; It's okay,

We share too many of the same burdens to battle each other,

So we stroll under the stars, side by side

And let silence swallow us up

While our inner minds scream on and on and on.

 

submitted by Jaybells, age reposting, Lost upon a Musing
(May 26, 2023 - 1:04 pm)

this is lovely <3

submitted by peppermint, thinking
(May 26, 2023 - 11:30 pm)

Dragons

Scaley beasts

Large and strong

Magnificent feasts

Teeth and claws

Glowing eyes

Zero flaws

Kind 

Yet fierce

Dragons are beauties

I think you’ll find


submitted by Hawkstar, age Supercalif, agilisticexpialidocious
(June 4, 2023 - 3:58 pm)

Tornado

 

Do you ever feel like

The whole world is against you?

No one cares about you;

Your feelings don’t matter?

 

Do you ever wonder

If anyone ever thinks about you,

And actually smile?

Or are you just invisible?

 

Do you ever worry

If other people care about you

Like you care for others?

Or are you simply unlovable?

 

Do you ever want 

For everyone to just shut up for once?

And is anyone else bothered 

By the constant noise?

 

Are you ever confused 

With how everyone seems to 

Like shouting and loud din?

Or are you a stranger among your peers?

 

Do you ever feel like

You don’t fit in anywhere?

No one is like you, 

You’re the outcast, misfit?

 

Do you ever question 

Whether your friends truly like you?

Or are they just tolerating you

Out of pity?

 

Are you ever

So desperate for company,

But at the same time,

Not want to be with the people you know?

 

Are you ever

Stuck in a group

Of people you only somewhat like,

But everyone else, you detest?

 

Do you ever want to

Break down in tears 

And cry your heart out

For no particular reason?

 

Do you ever want to

Find a safe dark spot 

To curl up in a corner

All by yourself?

 

Do these toxic thoughts

Ever swirl around your head

Like a tornado

Blocking out all the sunlight?

 

Or am I the only one?

Am I alone in the eye of the storm?

With no one to talk to,

And no one to understand.

 

 

submitted by Rainbow, age [Lost], Raise A Glass To Freedom!
(June 6, 2023 - 3:48 pm)

So relatable... although actually I don't even know that many people, since I'm homeschooled, so I don't often have the feeling of being stuck with people I dislike. But still, it does happen sometimes... anyway, this is a lovely poem! I love the way each verse is a question, except for the last two lines - it gives it such a wistful, heartfelt tone.

submitted by Poinsettia, a sea of crystal waters
(June 13, 2023 - 11:26 am)