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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)

Thanks so much, Leafpool! 

submitted by September
(May 21, 2017 - 2:06 pm)

I wrote this last night. I was trying to imitate something like September's style, but it turned out pretty different...anyway, I'd love critique!

Back to Summer

It seems like just

yesterday we were

staying out late in the

dark warm air.

Muffled laughter ringing through the

blocks and pounding sneakers

on asphalt--

playing tag in the

streets and sometimes just

sitting there on someone's steps.

Flashlight beams sweeping across

our grassy backyards and running figures--

and the sweets smell of summer

air and dying lilacs.

Thoughts shared in the darkness and jokes

laughed over while the breeze whipped our

hair around and we smiled.

Old jeans and t-shirts worn because it

didn't really matter--no one

could see you anyway.

And then there were smuggled

sparklers that we lit so it smelled

like the 4th of July

while we held the tips together to make

an airborne bonfire.

Now I want to

go back to summer

so we can repeat it all and our laughter will 

float through the streets again. 

submitted by Leafpool
(May 21, 2017 - 12:22 pm)

Was bored...


A Haiku 


seven syllables

actually that is five 

and that is seven 

submitted by coyotedomino, age 14, the Wood, Omniverse
(May 21, 2017 - 2:11 pm)

This is really creative! I love it, coyotedomino!

submitted by Bluebird
(May 22, 2017 - 5:34 pm)
Those fleeting
flashes of
A wisp
of electricity
in the neurons
of my brain.
there is a world!
An endless world!
The world
made up of
the hidden places in my brain...
The mind
of my mind
the mind
I know. 
submitted by coyotedomino, age 14, the Wood, Omniverse
(May 21, 2017 - 2:17 pm)


I wonder, looking back.

And I can see

How every tiny action

Causes effects beyond belief.

One word,

One tear,

Shakes the world

-For good or for bad.


If people would only

Just think ahead

Perhaps the world would be a better place. 

submitted by coyotedomino, age 14, the Wood, Omniverse
(May 21, 2017 - 2:25 pm)

Oh my gosh, Leafpool, this is so good! I love the imagery and it makes me want summer to be here even more, agh! /the sweet smell of summer/ air and dying lilacs/ that's beautiful. I also love the part about the smuggled sparklers.

I wonder how the CBers from Australia feel about all of us from the Northern Hemisphere making a ton of posts about summer XD 

submitted by Bluebird
(May 21, 2017 - 2:45 pm)

This is really good Leafpool. I really liked the lines: And then there were smuggled/sparklers that we lit so it smelled/like the 4th of July/while we held the tips together to make/an airborne bonfire. However I fell like you should get rid of the 'And' at the beggining of that part.

submitted by Epic Fangirl
(May 21, 2017 - 3:45 pm)

Aww, I'm flattered, Leafpool! I think your poem is really pretty amazing; my favorite lines are: old jeans and t-shirts worn because it/didn't really matter-- no one/could see you anyway

submitted by September
(May 22, 2017 - 5:47 pm)

A fan poem. It's the kind of spoilery that's just unintelligible unless you're already spoiled.

(I'm not sorry.)


She claws her way up

out of the darkness,

arms shaking, hands aching

for something with which to strike

at this unaccustomed frailty-

my life for my dagger,

she braces herself against the ground

and pushes: decades of pent-up resolve

are only just enough

to drag her leaden limbs upright.

His back is the first thing she sees;

she does not think, but

shoves the prince of demons,

the pretender, the slave driver

who is himself a slave: he falls,

howling, below the deep.

(Even like this, she still has

her single-beat reaction time.)

Now, the deed done, she looks-

and her eyes fall on her,

the redheaded angel she had never

meant to leave behind,

carrying that gilded abomination

for the sake of which

she left her behind anyway.


Even though they are both in, 

as she would say, some really deep trouble,

they both

come clean.


They aren't out of that trouble yet,

of course. Her job is not

done. The lute yet survives.

But now she can yank her

old, trusty blade from her own

body, listen to her heartbeat

like the thunder that heralds

the storm of the century,

dance into the lashing rain

and take the final

stroke of lightning

to her chest:

she can let the thunder

drown itself in echoes


because her daughter has said

"I understand now"

and she knows


when she hears it.


Sorry if it's a little dark or sweary for your tastes, Admins. Tell me if you choose not to post it, please, so I can edit out the not-quite-child-friendly words.


I think I did it.


submitted by Curio
(May 21, 2017 - 7:51 pm)

Thank you, Bluebird! And Epic Fangirl, thanks for the tip. I think I will remove the and from the copy on my Google Docs document.

submitted by Leafpool
(May 22, 2017 - 2:45 pm)

Oh, and Curio! I love that poem.

But now she can yank her/old, trusty blade from her own/body,/listen to her heartbeat/like the thunder that heralds/the storm of the century,/dance into the lashing rain/and take the final/stroke of lightning/to her chest: 

that's my favorite part! 

submitted by Leafpool
(May 22, 2017 - 2:47 pm)

What is this a fan poem for? I am curious and would like to know. Great poem by the way.

submitted by Epic Fangirl
(May 22, 2017 - 7:03 pm)

It's for Crypt of the NecroDancer, because I'm a nerd. The original version (complete with swearwords, be forewarned) is up on AO3 in the NecroDancer archive.

...Yes, I am essentially one-third of this fandom. It's an indie game, what can I say.

Glad you liked the poem :)

submitted by Curio
(May 24, 2017 - 6:32 pm)

@Admin, I have this thing on my desk that I call my "poetry wall", so I was wondering if I could post a picture of it. Thanks! 


I think so, as long as it doesn't show your complete name or a photo of a person. I'll certainly check it out.


submitted by September
(May 22, 2017 - 5:53 pm)