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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)

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 

shatters 

 

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 

again. 

 

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 

 

up 

up

and 

away 

~~~~~~

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

know 

 

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!

——

lonely

please,

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)

I love those both, Abi! "We've got nean in our veins, honey, we're/special but i can't glow alone" I like the wording.

And September! That poem was great. I wish I could put feelings and senses into my poetry like you do.

 

submitted by Leafpool
(May 19, 2017 - 12:12 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)
Dreams!
Those fleeting
incomprehensible
uncontrolled
flashes of
pure
unfiltered
thought.
A wisp
of electricity
in the neurons
of my brain.
And
there is a world!
An endless world!
The world
made up of
the hidden places in my brain...
The mind
of my mind
beyond
the mind
that
I know. 
submitted by coyotedomino, age 14, the Wood, Omniverse
(May 21, 2017 - 2:17 pm)