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)

Oh wow. This is beautiful, Bluebird! I love this, especially the lines: even more, i/ love crying because it feels like winter (death and resurrection)/i love wind so much, it's like freedom in a gaseous state

submitted by September
(May 14, 2017 - 11:11 pm)

Thank you!

submitted by Bluebird
(May 18, 2017 - 6:43 am)

I had a poetry-writing spree last night. 


When we march into the setting sun

We know we won't back down 'til the battle's won

We'll never run

We're soldiers


So raise your swords high

Let me hear your battle cry

This is our time to fight

Like soldiers


Throw away the past

Keep fighting 'til you breath your last

We're the outcasts

And darling, we're soldiers



She doesn't run

To win medals.

Or to be famous

Or to earn money

She runs because

When she's alone

Feet flying, pounding out

Her own beat

She can be herself

And appreciate who she is

When she runs

She's completely peaceful

Only focused on

The rythm of her breathing

And trusting her feet

To take her where she wants to go.


submitted by Leafpool
(May 15, 2017 - 2:36 pm)

These are really cool, Leafpool!

submitted by September
(May 17, 2017 - 10:03 pm)

Reaching home 

She walked

Every day down the path

Sick of fighting over small things, sick of watching the world crumble

When they asked she would mumble--

"The sun is shining through the leaves, fun is trying to come in"

But what they couldn't feel was the sense of the woods

Another world wraps it's arms around her,

While cancer saps her father's arms around her.

The woods would wave and she would bow

Maples could stay in the woods forever, her world enclosed in branches like a dance

Deer could leap about the forest and as they prance,

She could say,

"Forget it all it won't happen"

Then she'll regret it all say it will happen

And while friends lie behind the screen and on the phone, far away from the forest they said "there lies home"

She would never forget how she felt when blow after blow her own mind dealt

Cousins don't take her seriously

She could never show she's sad

Small town gossip as she rows away, her keyboard is her boat.

All alone 

But they all know what she does say--

"Home's still home"

submitted by Icy
(May 15, 2017 - 9:28 pm)

That's beatiful, Icy! And so sad. :0

submitted by Leafpool
(May 16, 2017 - 12:42 pm)

A poem I submitted for a contest on YWP. . . the prompt was birds:

take these broken wings~

i. healing is a process


ii. she finds this out when

she falls, when everything 



and it’s so hard to even move. 


iii. broken wings are irreparable, 

google tells her, except by humans

and even though she knows

 deep down that she's alone

but she’s okay with that

she’ll do it herself if it means

avoiding the pain


iv. no pain, no gain

is what her father always tells 

her after soccer practice

but everyone has a breaking point

maybe he doesn’t know that too much

pain is no gain. 


v. you don’t feel the weight of your wings until you can’t use them


vi. she builds up her walls like a nest, 

interwoven and sturdy, nothing is allowed

to pass through. it’s easy at first, then it 

becomes harder to shut everyone out

but she knows that she can’t do it 



vii. what google doesn’t know is that broken hearts can’t be healed


viii. she is stronger now, she can feel it,

she takes tentative steps, light, no weight 

on her feet because one push is all it takes

to push her over the edge. she knows this too. 


viii. and then she’s falling again 


so she lets herself fall because sometimes 

it feels like she’s trying to save someone

who doesn’t want to be saved


ix. the thing about impact is that you can’t feel it until it’s too late


x. the second time, she makes no mistakes

they tell you that the first time is the hardest 

and it really is. no lies this time. 


xi. she can still feel the fractures 

where bone separated but they’re only 

internal scars and aren’t scars supposed 

to be symbols of triumph? 


xii. this time when she falls, she pulls herself up and soars 







I'd love some critique, as usual, and if any of y'all have YWP accounts, they have a really great poetry club on one of the forum threads!  

submitted by September
(May 18, 2017 - 9:10 pm)

This is beautiful, September! I love the use of roman numerals (as you probably know, because at least 1/2 of my poems use them XD) There are so many awesome lines in this that I can't pick a favorite. V and IX are amazing quotes!! Also, how do you get to the poetry club on YWP? I have an account but I don't know how to get there. 

submitted by Bluebird
(May 18, 2017 - 10:06 pm)

Thank you so much, Bluebird! For YWP, there should be a tab at the top that says forums, then scroll down until you find the thread titled, "Groups and Clubs". There's a thread there that says Poetry Club :)

submitted by September
(May 19, 2017 - 5:41 pm)

to riley (nightfall)

i. you are something like razor edge

geometric sharp angles, the color of

electrical tape, a tang of

metallic quarter smell and

sickly sweet tangerine, or a pharmacy,

you sound like wind chimes in a hurricane


ii. you are a perfect 90 degrees,

although chaotic, you turn off the

lights but i know of the havoc in your shadows


iii. you are a film photograph, black and white,

double exposure, it evens out to gray

there are two masks- Melpomene and Thalia,

(you often choose the latter,

but only to save face) 


iv. you are broken 8-tracks and flat keys,

but still melodic, it sounds like

misery if you listen- a clandestine meaning,

something imperceptible but completely

clear in my mind, i get it when i hear you,

i want to listen, i want

to learn, i want to



v. remember that night is good,

we all love the moon but even he

has a dark side. 


So I finally wrote something. This was a prompt I've used before, write a poem about a friend. I'd like to hear critique as always :)

submitted by Bluebird
(May 18, 2017 - 9:29 pm)

Woah, beautiful, Bluebird! I loved the last stanza (and I definitely need to try this prompt out!) The only critique I've got is to take out the part: or a pharmacy, because I kinda feel like that broke up the rhythmn in your first stanza. Anyhow, lovely poem!

submitted by September
(May 18, 2017 - 9:52 pm)

I've written a lot of poetry recently. Here's one of the better ones.


blue boy

you love her, she who isn't me,

and i know how that is to want to give it all but

you don't want to be stardust, trust me.

it is not what you think to die, my

beautiful boy. 

don't be noble, not yet, not now,

we've got neon in our veins, honey, we're

special but i can't glow alone. 

i'm here and selfish and need you,

so don't leave me here, all alone, blue boy,

my darling spacey dreamer

with the star-splashed eyes—

it is not what you think to die. 

submitted by Abigail S., age 12, Nose in a Book
(May 18, 2017 - 10:22 pm)

I love these so much, Abi! My favorite line is: we've got neon in our veins, honey, we're/special but i can't glow alone. 

submitted by September
(May 21, 2017 - 2:05 pm)

And another!




lie and say you love me,

though i know it isn't true.

do it anyway 


because i still love you

in the corners of my mind, ,

because i'm still sorry,

even if you aren't,

because i'm not anyone's everything

but i'm yours—

because it's 3am

and i'm lonely

just for you. 

submitted by Abigail S., age 12, Nose in a Book
(May 18, 2017 - 10:25 pm)

These are great Abi, I don't know which I liked more.

submitted by Epic Fangirl
(May 19, 2017 - 11:55 am)