Ok this is terrible... 

Red

Apple

Blood

Beating Heart

Bleeding roses

So, I wrote this er, thing. It ryhmes a little at first, but, um gradually stops because, of um, growing emotion????(<Bad excuse for not being able to ryhme). 

Blind

One day I think I’ll see

I think I’ll try

To see the things that others do

The sky at day and night

The roses blooming red and fresh

The sunset

The fish in our tank

The dewdrops so wet

The grass blowing in the wind

Like the leaves on trees

The little mice

That scurry and hurry

The water

In the ocean

The holy water font

And the baby

The maple tree

Marshmallows that float in cocoa

Like clouds that float in heaven

The tears

That swell in your eyes

The rose

On your cheeks

Perhaps I already see

~

This thread needs to be topped! Wow all you guys have awesome poetry! 

Smol poetry dump!

I was feeling inspired recently, and I have some I would like to share. This first one is about a friend of mine that I admire. 

I Wish I Could

i. You. You, standing three feet ahead of me, carmel hair brushing against your eyebrows. You, laughing lightly with a guy who hasnt given me a thought in 2 years. You, blue-green eyes shining, rapping a song I don't know. You, doing a silly accent for someone's entertainment. You, chatting easily with those you volenteered to help out.

You. Just you. In my head, in a million scattered memories.

ii. You said (when we were going to arm wrestle)

'you're the strongest girl I know, Eliza.' 

(You won the arm wrestle)

You said (when I did something embarassing and I told you not to tell anyone)

'I won't'

(You never did tell anyone)

You said (when I admitted I was writing a novella and one of the characters was named after you)

'Dude, really? That's awesome!'

(You really did care)

iii. I see it in your eyes when they look up and find mine- 

You think I'm cool

You- popular, athletic, likeable, kind-hearted, friendly, goofy you-

Think I- unpopular, strange, lazy, unknown me-

am cool. And you mean it.

And you make me believe it too.

iv. You're a good friend, no question about it.

the real question is-

why don't I hang out with you more?

This one was inspired by a poetic line a wrote using this website.

Giant Star

Great plumes of pink and red and orange

spitting up toward the blue of the dome over the Earth's head

arching above the setting sun like

strokes of paint; I sit and watch as

our giant star disappears, chasing the day that has gone by.

This one was random- I've neer experienced this before, so...

Shriveled Roses

i. You laid the world in the palms of my hands

I looked it over, cocked my head back at you, smiled sadly, said

'Sorry, but I'd prefer the stars'

Love is a dangerous game. And you only score so many times.

ii. You stuttered, eyes glaxed over with longing, 'your heart is mine'

I blinked, raised my eyebrows, pursed my lips, said

'Really, I doubt I'd like you take it'

Love is a difficult thing. And you cannot force me to have it.

iii. You pressed a piece of paper into my hand, a poem you spent far too long on

I read over each line, lowered the paper, looked at you, said

'Look, your words go to my brain, not my heart'

Love is a cliffnager. And it's left you dangling. 

The moth flies unnoticed

Under the bright midnight moon

And wonders what it did wrong

As the light of the moon

Is the reflection of the sun 

The moth is a reflection of the butterfly

Its only fault

Its dying call

Were the wings it was given to fly on

The wings that set it free

Had it been created

With a rainbow for its freedom

It would not lurk in the dark

Longing perpetually for the light

~~

*Winces* 

I seem to only be able to write depressing poems lately. Anyway, here’s something I just wrote. I think it’s at least okay.

———

cage-bound

i. she’s locked herself inside of these cages

cages

so many cages, all with different locks

she keeps on locking herself inside cages

she doesn’t know how to stop

ii. she’s built her own prisons out of 

lies, fears, lies

she keeps drinking the lies

(so many lies)

that keep her inside these cages

she doesn’t know how to stop

iii. she doesn’t see them as cages, she thinks

they’re her fortress walls, her

shelter her armor her

one protection 

iv. the doors were never locked and they’re 

still wide open 

but she’s stayed inside these cages so 

long that she’s afraid to leave because

they’ve become her homes

she doesn’t remember freedom and

she doesn’t want it back

what would she do without the cages, she says,

for they’re what keep her together

she’d fall if it wasn’t for the cages, wouldn’t she?

fall, fall, shatter

for she’s forgotten how to fly

v. she draws boxes around herself 

wherever she goes

just so she can stay inside them

can’t say this, can’t show that

don’t step over the lines

don’t, don’t

vi. rigid, rigid, icy

the bars on her cages

her exoskeleton, she says

it’s what keeps her upright

it’s what maintains the tension

for organisms can’t live without their exoskeletons 

and their shells are what keep them safe

vii. she’s tied herself down with ropes 

steel and iron shackles

duct tape even, cause she’s desperate

she sees them as lifelines, as

something to hold onto

she doesn’t dare to let go

viii. cages, cages, cages

she doesn’t know how to be free

maybe someday she’ll dare to step out of the cages 

and then maybe she’ll remember how to fly

——— 

I’m going to explain the title a bit, now. When a bird stays in a cage for a long time, they become so used to the cage that they sometimes gain a fear of leaving the cage, and this is called being cage-bound. I once read a story about a man at a zoo (I think it was a zoo? I could be wrong) who tried to release these birds, but when he opened their cages, the birds just stood there. They wouldn’t come out. I think the man might have even taken them out of the cages and they went back inside, because they were so used to captivity that they didn’t remember how to be free anymore. This poem was kind of based on that idea. 

I see my life lit up and golden,

My actions praised and my face upholden.

But suddenly I see

That it's just me

I try hard to convince myself

I'm not just on the shelf

That people love me and care

It's all just a lie.

In reality

It's just me.

~

Now read it bottom to top. 

This isn't meant to sound that pretty, or even poetic, but I wrote it last night and wanted to post it. I've been using poetry to work out things a lot recently--if I write about something that's upsetting me, sometimes it helps and I can at least write it out and then I feel a bit better.

---

i, i, i can't

(i put a hand on my face--forehead, nose bridge)

i have scars from tomorrow; tearing apart like

how fabric falls apart in your hands

what if i get up stupid early tomorrow to

do everything i meant to do today?

you're staying until seven o'clock? 

did that glass just break? well, tomorrow

will be another day, i

can pretend i'm her and get through now, huh?

what if i can't before friday?

what will i do on friday? what'll i--oh.

oh gosh. 

can't i just

rewind six hours and be happier or

something? i can't play video games now,

duh. but do i even have time to do

the other things?

(dark tepid water is closing over my head)

i didn't invite you here, i'm 

sorry 

sorry 

sorry 

OPERATION: ENDGAME

~ 

I've used my resources,

I've fought the enemy down.

My blood, adrenaline sped, courses

Out of wounds by their weapons sown.

This is my battle cry

This is my dying wish

I

Just

Want

Them

SAFE

I don't care what it costs

I don't care if it hurts

I'll keep fighting while at my heart adversaries chafe.

This is my last stand

This is my bleeding soul

I

Will

Keep

Them

SAFE

I'll take the evil with me

If it's the last thing I do.

Even though I may not live, they will be saved.

THIS

IS

THE

END

GAME

~~

THIS FILLS YOU WITH DETERMINATION

Nihil says 'dyyy'. Yeah probably. 

Hazel says gemn. Yes, this thread really is a gem!

@Rogue, I don't wanna go...