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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)
Aww, this is heart-wrenching :( but beautifully written. I love the punctuation a lot!!
(July 10, 2018 - 11:39 pm)
Also, OMG I JUST READ YOUR ALPHABET POEM AND WHAT?!?!?!? It's incredible! HOW??
(July 11, 2018 - 3:24 pm)
Aw, thank you. That means a ton to me because I think you're a really amazing poet.
Hazel says tvox. What, is that a different kind of Avox?
(July 12, 2018 - 9:14 am)
Under a spell
I made you want me
I know it's wrong
But you are so much to me
And I was little to you
I pulled you in
The gleam in your eyes
Makes me wonder
Will you be with me
When the magic is gone?
I hold you close
So dear to me
Now dear to you
I feel myself break
And the spell is done
And you are not with me
When the magic is gone.
Not my best poem, but hey.
(July 14, 2018 - 12:29 pm)
Aww, I like this metaphor! Great poem!
(July 22, 2018 - 7:43 am)
You were running when I
Saw you,
Your racing eyes stopped
And you turned,
Hair whipping in
The autumn rain
Mouth open gently
I could almost hear the
Torture
On your face
You were breathing heavy,
My feet skidded to a stop and I
Stared,
Eyes open wide
You were invisible
And yet so, so clear
You were pain
And light and darkness
You were the wind that whistled in
My ears,
And you stabbed me through the heart
Eyes burning as you
Lifted your dagger
Both hands clenched
White against the shaft
You plunged it
Into my chest
Face flushed and
Wild,
Mouth flying open in
A silent scream,
Accelerando,
The music grew faster and faster and
Louder in my ears
And then suddenly
Stopped
For a moment you
Lifted your head
And met my eyes
Blinked once and then
Crying gently you
Melted away
And I was left standing
Soul bleeding softly
Staring sadly onwards in the
Pouring rain.
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Omg, it's been so long since I've been on here (oops!) but I miss it a lot, and I just wrote this poem in like two seconds out of nowhere but liked it, so I wanted to post it. Yay!
(July 20, 2018 - 11:19 pm)
Ooh! I LOVE this! It's really, really good.
(July 22, 2018 - 12:04 pm)
Yay, thank you so much!!
P.S. Mudge says pawr. You have paws, Mudge? Yes, I know that? I guess it's like a mix between "paw" and "rawr..." so you're connecting with your more feline side, huh? (Cutie)
(October 7, 2018 - 4:59 pm)
This poem is meant to be more about the feeling than about making sense XD
my prison is a gilded frame
i oversaturate shamelessly, for the psyche in my brain back burners
that i don't see but that courses like electricity through my body
skull cluttered subconcious parts that bleed through when i don't mean for them to
if my ichor ran like acrylics when i hurt, would you
believe i was a masterpiece inside and out?
i want to be your color splash, your tinted glasses, your eleventh marilyn
so vibrant your eyes burn
baby, i'm my own magnus opus and i know it
venus, mona, they've got dead eyes
but i've learned that blurry cameras equal authentic smiles and the beauty in real people
so don't be surprised
i'm the heat lightning in the dark and i'm a short circuiting wire,
a force like gravity, i'll make you fall deep and paint my name inside your eyelids
oh, darling,
i'll set rome ablaze before you realize
what you've set
free
(July 22, 2018 - 7:50 am)
This make me wonder what just hit me. I think I'm going to collapse now....
*crumples to the ground*
It's amazinggg. I love the...well, I would probably just list every line but especially the "i'll set rome ablaze before you realize"
this is an incredible poem. Um, so incredible it feels like I just got whacked in the head with something metal...but....I still like it.
I think I'm feeling a bit awestruck.
*sways*
(July 22, 2018 - 12:08 pm)
Awww, Leafpool, you have no idea how much that means <333 thank you so much!
(July 22, 2018 - 10:22 pm)
This is my color poem for school that I'm pretty proud of. Of course, you all are much better ports then me, but hey.
White
Fresh paper,
Big, fluffy clouds
Dead silence,
A sweet lullaby
Cold vanilla ice cream,
Sweet frosting
Silky soft blankets,
Freshly washed sheets
White
Can calm you down
As you close your eyes
For the last
Time.
(July 23, 2018 - 8:19 am)
Wow, Soren, I really like the ending of your poem!
"White/Can calm you down/As you close your eyes/For the last/Time."
(July 23, 2018 - 11:00 am)
Well done, Soren! Fun, evocative imagery. Now I know what the color white tastes like!
I really appreciate your wordplay, Bluebird! Each line was like a portrait of its own, textured and vivid. Do you have a melody for your lyrics?
As Free Verse composition seldom comes easily to me, I stand in awe of those for whom it does.
Here's a poem from me. There's a few spots in need of polishing, which may eventually be attended to, and the whole thing might be better off for a little clarification. HOWEVER:
Moonrise
A man steps out upon his porch,
Where lately threads of afternoon
In garlands gold entwined his eaves,
To watch the rising of the moon.
He didn't see the sun embark.
It's parting rays he must have missed
As from the wharfs its struck its course
And left his world as strange as this.
Yet-- as the silver orb of moon
Horizon-moorings of its own
Casts off, and stardusk wings unfurls
To waft as weightless as the foam,
The difference in size and shape
His eye unwitting marks between
This world and that, could never be,
Had not the day already been.
Grim time transcending, night enwraps
It's echo-dark infinities
About each shining even-sphere,
Not least among them human eyes.
If fast within this breathing realm
A man were left, a madness wild
As nature's own would claim his soul,
If not for day's allotted whiles.
For like a child, pleased to play
At grappling the great unknowns
About it felt, then flying back,
Content to touch the arms it knows,
So as the light and dark its span
Of age-unnumbered mysteries
Like distant-glinting stars reveals,
As worlds roll on beneath his feet,
One thought there is within his reach:
He might fly fearless as the moon,
Had every man the gift of wings--
Could every man compose his own.
And while his favor-fancy dreams
Of steeps and depths he might aspire,
An instinct-terror holds him safe
From frozen universal fire.
And so he turns to face the dawn,
Caught all within, and still between
These higher things, desire and fear,
And finds the sunrise comforting.
As every poet yearns to clasp
Those truths that gleam beyond his grasp,
He e'er withdraws again his hand
From things he cannot understand.
(July 23, 2018 - 11:34 am)
Wow.
Esthelle, that's really impressive. I don't think I could ever write something that good. Your rhyming poetry is really, really...wow. I love it.
(July 24, 2018 - 9:14 am)