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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)
(April 30, 2017 - 8:51 pm)
@CelineBurning Bright, of course!!!!
(July 2, 2023 - 7:07 am)
YAY, THANK YOU!!! Ok, so
You scurry away in the shadows
You sway on determined feet
You sit still till you're a statue
And wait for something to eat
Something is coming to fill your tum
Something is coming so let it come
The web will shake
The web will break
But you'll be satisfied
The fly is out in search of prey
The fly is out one day
The fly is out just in time
For the spider to play
Hello, Fly,
The spider said
How nice you look today
Hello, Spider
Trembled the fly
You too, did she say
You tip toe a bit closer
Invite Fly over for tea
Sorry but I've got to go
My Children I to feed
Something is coming to test your strength
Something is coming to break your length
The web will shake
The web will break
But you'll be satisfied
The hungry spider held steadfast
One minute, said she to the fly
I've baked a rice cake for just you to eat
If you'd be so dignified
You hold out the fragrant treat
That only flies could smell
You hold it closer in
And with that, the fly fell
Something is coming to cut your resolve
Something is coming you cannot solve
The web will shake
The web will break
But you'll be satisfied
(it's just a big lie)
The spider brought the fly
Into the parlor room to dine
A tapestry hung on the wall
The prophecy sign
You follow the wise words
Of the old and the dead
You tie the fly from wing to toe
Tied down its gaping head
Something is coming,
Something is coming
It's all a lie
It's all a lie
The fly struggled as the spider bent
To suck out all her juices
With a burst of strength, she broke free
Rose to 60 her size...
It's all a lie
The fly grew into a god
The spider whimpered in fear
The PowerUp has been already taken
And she would lose the game.
The video game (wait, what? it's a video game?)
You cower under the table
You vow for a rematch
You know you stand not a chance
Here is where you die
It is all a lie
The web, it shakes
The web, it breaks
The fly is satisfied
uhhh... ok... I was gonna write a poem about why spiders are awesome and such but somehow it turned into a wof prophecy video game??? That's slightly nonsensical? And I think I just made it worse... OK! LET'S TRY AGAIN! And @admins, is it easier if I do one long post or a few short ones?
Spider, you're a work of art
Not just your web, you know
You spin and spin
And dance your dance
And you're a master at keeping still
Spider, you're beautiful
Even when you're not
You've survived
You've adapted
And you're not scared, not a lot
Spider, we should learn from you
You recycle what you make
Eat your web for a new one, a new trap
You make your way in this world
In this world you bake your cake
Spider, Spider, how many ways
Are you wonderful, I count the stars
One can only know from the safety of home
By looking it up on Google.
And, hey! I looked up "spiders fun facts" on Google and on the People Also Ask part, I found a rhyming poem about spiders! As in, 4 questions in a row that would make a cool poem:
Do spiders have teeth?
How do spiders sleep?
Can spiders feel pain?
Why do spiders just hang?
(July 2, 2023 - 11:55 am)
@poinsettia and pangolin, thank you so much!! your comments mean a lot to me <3
(July 2, 2023 - 11:35 am)
(July 2, 2023 - 1:03 pm)
MATE THIS IS GORGEOUS-
I love the dramatic thrum and refined angst it emanates!
(July 21, 2023 - 3:13 pm)
Hello, poetry community! I made a thread on Pudding's Place and it is an all-in-one contest of art, poetry, and writing stories! I am trying to recruit people so if you would be kind enough to check it out I would be very grateful. (The thread is called Poetry, Art, and Writing contest, though it cut some of it out so just appears as Poetry, Art, and. Please check it out!)
(July 4, 2023 - 4:22 pm)
A language spoken using no sound
A language of dancing hands
A language with feelings flowing freely around
Where eyes tell a story
Necessary are expression and lively are smiles
Talking with motion and feelings and love
A silent conversation
Of sign language.
(July 5, 2023 - 9:28 am)
(July 5, 2023 - 7:57 pm)
(Dramatically)
Oh, what happened
To this poetry thread
Which has (or hath??) sunk so way down low
What terrible fate
Has befallen my mate
The Regular Poetry Thread?
Thread, I will save you!
From the terrors of the second
Page.
You're welcome.
And you'd better say thank you
Because I am still writing a random not so good poem
To save you from certain (tho not as certain now) doom!
And to make it more dramatic:
DOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
(July 13, 2023 - 9:54 pm)
I like the humor in this one :)
(July 14, 2023 - 11:39 am)
This is my poem that won the Gwendolyn Brooks Youth Poetry Award!!
Ducklings
Baby ducklings are a coming,
Baby ducklings are a coming in spring.
Baby ducklings are a singin'
Baby ducklings are a singin' well.
Baby ducklings wings are yellow,
Baby ducklings wings are yellow and brown.
Baby ducklings see a great blue heron,
Baby ducklings see a great blue heron flying around.
(July 16, 2023 - 9:05 am)
a haiku I wrote for the poetry contest a while back~ (I changed the title, though)
autumn storm
slender white birches
bending in the cold wet wind
streaming tears of rain.
(July 16, 2023 - 3:31 pm)
Because I am in a very poetry mood right now!
A question
The sun rises
In the East
And sets in the West.
Why, I ask, dear sun,
Do you let two freeze
While burning the others?
Animal names
The mule deer leap.
The Lhasa bull sleeps.
The Jackrabbit peeps.
The red panda keeps.
Another nonsense poem!
what Is your name?
Mine is mine.
Mine is fine,
i assume yours is too?
Typing this as the computer wills
no edits or interference unless
the word is changed and
my name is true,
is blue,
is you.
the color (another could be nonsense poem with no edits to fix capitalization and format)
the color of the sunsets
of Dawn and dusk.
Each sunset is a sunrise, two sets of the same coin,
as noon continues on.
The moon looks on
indifferently
the sun
burning in a blazing rage.
they keep over us
but keep separate.
clouds drift on
in cotton Candy skies
with birds flocking in murmurations,
murmering
the arrival of the seasons.
Grass growing
fast over the years,
everything is fast if you speed it up,
likewise everything is slow if you slow it down,
bc everything is relative.
Cities pollute the countryside
pulling heavy smoke and laying it like a blanket upon beauty,
suffocating breath
and bringing death
and yet we continue on.
The color
of life.
(July 17, 2023 - 12:18 pm)
Poetic mood counter +1.
This was a single poem, but I eventually began expanding on the topic and ended up with 5 ones that seem better together than apart, so I arranged them and it feels more like a song now. The repeating one is the first poem in the lot I wrote.
Three-line
In this three-lined world of dreary weather
More than three thousand stories come
together
Where the winter nights are cold and bleary
Yet the summer wind is hot and sleazy
The three-lined world of our design
Is an infinite storybook where you shall
find
Comedies and tragedies, exchanging at whim
And in the middle I am a porcupine entrapped
in the din
Of car-mounted sirens and black smoke of
satin
But I feel alright in the clamor and sound
For I have my shield of spines of pride, (or
arrogance)
And my own, natural, instincts to find
silence.
-
The scent of summer permeates the city
blocks
So does the warm night wind brush my locks
And the people parading in neon light
May have tears in their smiles tonight
I traverse the avenues
As if I were reading an alive screenplay
Now a breakdown of an adult in the day
To me just seems to be a lifeless blame
-
Every once in a while I have lunch with Joe
in the day
He gets prickly when we try to decide who
pays
Seems to me he’s simply miming away.
And we’d talk about Catherine, how haughty
she used to be
(Now she works in catering, after her restaurant
washed away on the beach)
-
Whenever I pick up my pen and papyri
My mind ends up imbibed with the scent of
the city
Its liveliness and soberness act for its
anxiety
Laughs and tears only fill up its solemnity
-
In this three-lined world of dreary weather
More than three thousand stories come
together
Where the winter nights are cold and bleary
Yet the summer wind is hot and sleazy
The three-lined world of our design
Is an infinite storybook where you shall
find
Comedies and tragedies, exchanging at whim
And in the middle I am a porcupine entrapped
in the din
Of car-mounted sirens and black smoke of
satin
But I feel alright in the clamor and sound
For I have my shield of spines of pride, (or
arrogance)
And my own, natural, instincts to find
silence.
-
Colton, he’d never keep cool
Flipping over fences to escape his school
And he’d have fun in the hills until the
sun went down
But that was before Elisabeth Jenkins, she
sat in the sat next to him
And studying, ended up turning into a game
for both of them
In the summer of ’03
They sat in the park, free
With an identical admission
Drawing circles in each other’s hands
The future was there for them both to envision
The next few years, and they’d eaten their
way through Chinatown
He swore that when he found his job, he’d
never let her down
They returned to three-line after
graduation
Elly’s parents sighed and denied his
request
When the dam of tradition blocks off
another stream
You realize that some things tend to rip at
the seams.
-
In this three-lined world of dreary weather
More than three thousand stories come
together
Where the winter nights are cold and bleary
Yet the summer wind is hot and sleazy
The three-lined world of our design
Is an infinite storybook where you shall
find
Comedies and tragedies, exchanging at whim
And in the middle I am a porcupine entrapped
in the din
Of car-mounted sirens and black smoke of
satin
But I feel alright in the clamor and sound
For I have my shield of spines of pride, (or
arrogance)
And my own, natural, instincts to find
silence.
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Yes, I had to use 'papyri' instead of paper to make things rhyme. It's my first try at rhyming poetry, and I know I didn't get things all on beat, but I tried. I would really appreciate some constrictive critisicm or comments on it! I put a lot of time into this :D
(July 18, 2023 - 9:52 am)
'seat'... Darn typos.
(July 18, 2023 - 9:58 am)