Topping with a poem I wrote for English class!

I am a silent image in a sea of black voids

I don’t know anyone

No one knows me

I am an energetic face in a one-on-one FaceTime

A crying one, a laughing one, a contemplative one

Full of a warm connection that even distancing can’t break

What do they think of me?

Am I a know-it-all? A try-hard?

Desperately trying to make conversation in awkward breakout rooms?

I’m imperfect & creative & full of odd thoughts

Brainstorming story ideas and debating the meaning of life

Ranting and comforting, sending hugs through the screen

I am a silent image in a sea of black voids

I don’t know anyone

No one knows me

Ok, I just found this thread, and I gotta say: Y'all's poetry is so amazing! I absolutely love love love all of it! Also, this thread's been here for nearly 2 1/2 years!!! Good job y'all! (Sorry about all the exclamtion points ;))

Also, I wrote this poem because I was inspired by Bluebird's entry on the poetry thread about dreaming about summer (back in 2017), and I am SO looking forward to fall I just had to write a poem about it. It's not as good as hers, but I think it's good enough. Critique is totally welcome!

Autumn

I’m dreaming of autumn,

of thick wool sweaters

and tall piles of leaves.

of Thanksgiving dinner, 

with stuffing

and sweet potatoes,

and classic pumpkin pie.

I’m dreaming of maple syrup

swirling and tumbling

down buttery pancakes

on a chilly morning,

and of pumpkin patches,

scattered hay bales,

and garlands of leaves.

of bundling up

in knitted scarves

and fur-lined boots.

I’m dreaming of pumpkin spice,

of hot chocolate

with whipped cream,

of pumpkin bread,

light and fluffy,

spiced like apple cider.

of nippy air

and chilly breezes

that make you snuggle down

into your sweater.

I’m dreaming of leaves like fireworks,

of being able to say

“Fall is in the air,” and

“Leaves are falling,

pumpkin spice is calling.”

I’m dreaming of autumn.

Bottles of nothingness,

ink, marbles, and sand.

And icy band clinging to the

ring-finger of my left hand. 

Silent candles casting 

sombre golden glow, as if mourning

my death, though I'm standing

right in front of them, 

Trophies and certificates,

with no real meaning:

hollowness consuming,

darkness seeping

through each and every

one of their cracks and niches.

I hate this house,

it's beveled stain-glass;

I hate these wide, emtpy rooms,

Filled to the brim, but still,

truly just empty.

I hate those people,

the ones who "pity" me,

but also the ones

who wish they could switch

places with me.

There's no point in whining

over what you don't have,

nor is there any room for

wishful thinking and "what if"s.

For this is what

life has handed us,

so take it,

hatered,

and

boredom,

and

weariness aside.

For this time around,

at least,

see just how much

you really do have. 

It will never quite

be the same

again. 

am

I

Alone? 

What i hate to do still i will

Hope for my futures gone

every day just the same.

Emotions got the best of me.

I'm not allowed to sing

I'm

not

alone

What i hate to do i fight

my future wil be all right

every day is a different chance

i'm master of my emotions

all that i can do is sing 

Well, I have to make bad ones first in order to make good ones, right? Lol I like this theme though.

The glowing fire

The orange, the light.

The fireball, so bright.

And when thinking of the sun,

We think of

The light in the sun.

But…unknown yet is

The dark in the sun

Yes, the dark in sun.

Believe it or not there is dark in the sun

The shadow in the sun,

The mystery of the sun,

We never think of

The dark in the sun,

Like the dark of our hearts

Is unknown to others,

The dark of the sun. 

And a star one! I totally didn't search what ryhmes with shine and choose the coolest word though it might not make sense, what are you talking about? *sweats profusely*

Stars fall

Down the starwall

Of the sky

Stars fly

While they sparkle and shine

Last line option 1: Stars are semidivine 

Last line option 2(makes even less sense): Memories of stars, langsyne.

Echo

~~~~~~

They say practice makes perfect

perfect

Repeat, repeat

repeat

The same thing over and over

and over

Echo, echo

echo

If i'm being honest my contribution was less of a poem and more of "The voices in my head arguing politics at 3:00 AM

To the TOP!!!

This is a poem inspired by the twin tower massacre thing

I let you go..why?

I blame myself for everything

for your death

for your unhappiness 

for your love who died with you

At least I can know

You are happy up there

In the stars. 

And this is another sad poem that has no inspiration

The sea is dark once more

except

you aren't here with me

I still remember your dark hair

and the ocean reminds me of it

You were an ocean girl

and you will live forever in the ocean

Your stormy eyes, I pictured as the crashing waves

Your dark hair, I pictured as the flowing kelp

Your pale white skin, I imagined as the white rocks

Your sandy scarf, I remembered as the sand

I will never forget you. 

The ocean will help me remember.

Another sad poem (wow I think of a lot of sad poems)

Spring is here

but I cannot enjoy it

There is so much to be done

without you

Your sparkling eyes, your light laugh

I knew it would be impossible

Instead I sit there

Waiting

For you to come back to me.