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)

This was inspired by a poetry prompt- 'describe the sky right now', but I didn't stay on topic. 

before the storm

thirteen birds on a line, splitting the sky in two 

a barbed wire fence,

silhouetted dream orange evening

 

it is the color of a mushroom cloud,

without the fallout, if anything it's

radianting good vibes and lazy thoughts,

seemingly surreal,

so s l o w,

i can't think straight in muggy air

 

it's a pre-thunderstorm sunset,

i feel it, wind shaking the trees

and see it, the night clouds to the west,

and smell it, sharp ozone and

soon-to-be petrichor

who needs a weatherman when you can

tase the storm before it gets to you?

 

thirteen birds on a line,

taking off before the rain,

flying fast into a marmalade sky. 

submitted by Bluebird
(May 22, 2017 - 8:34 pm)

Oh my gosh, I loved this so much!! M AHHHH THE ENTIRE THING WAS SO GOOD!!!! I'm literally fangirling over this right now. My favorite stanzas were the first, third, and last, so basically the entire poem. And the repetition was beautiful; I also love how you use color to describe things! Lovely poem, Blue!

submitted by September
(May 23, 2017 - 12:10 am)

Whhhooooooaaaaa!!!! Good job, Bluebird! I love the description!

@September, WAIT JUST A MINUTE. I'm doing this thing called my "poetry project" where I take people's poetry from the CB (don't worry, I give credit), and some of mine too, and print it out in cool fonts and things. When I have enough I'm going to put it all up on my wall that has my desk, along with some of my artwork...is that what you're doing, too?? 

submitted by Leafpool
(May 23, 2017 - 11:02 am)

Not quite, but that sounds really cool!! What I'm doing is just a corkboard on my desk pinned with a ton of random thought fragments that I use for poems. 

submitted by September
(May 23, 2017 - 6:29 pm)

Thank you, September and Leafpool! September, your poetry wall sounds really cool! I have something a little bit like that but with post-it note doodles.

submitted by Bluebird
(May 24, 2017 - 7:19 am)

Inspired by Bluebird’s prompt about the sky and the song Colors by Halsey: 

 

skyfall~ 

 

you were a cornflower blue sky, 

cloudless, we couldn’t see past 

the brightness of the high noon sun

 

then your sun set and we saw you 

fall oh so slowly that we could have

broken your fall under a trampoline

high on hope so you could bounce 

back up 

 

but we were so entranced because 

it’s not everyday you see a falling 

star

 

and suddenly you were burning, 

burning, the fading sun drawing 

streaks of dark gray clouds as 

you tried to hold on— first you were

red, redder than a firetruck screaming 

down the highway, then a split-second

and you burst through with orange before

you gave up, mountain’s majesty, fading 

into the remnants of seven thirty light because

days get longer in the summer, nights get 

shorter because darkness is never welcome 

when there is so much joy

 

and then the darkness swallowed 

you whole because every light casts a shadow, 

but i suppose if there is no light, there is no 

shadow, only darkness, always darkness. 

~~~~~

As always, I'd love critique!  

submitted by September
(May 23, 2017 - 8:44 pm)

September, this is amazing!! Ahh, I love all of the colors in this and the metaphors! The last stanza is especially awesome. 

submitted by Bluebird
(May 24, 2017 - 7:23 am)

A way too long peom I wrote about change. It's more than two pages on Docs.

Change

change.

that constant companion,

the one that was always there,

standing by your side,

with its ever shifting form.

 

and you,

shifting with it.

you are changing as well.

is it your companion’s fault?

or,

is it yours?

 

that one thing that

looms over us,

threatening, yet comforting,

all the same.

comforting, in the knowledge

that nothing

will ever

be the same.

 

the world, is constantly in

motion. that it is spinning, spinning at a

thousand

miles per hour.

and it is changing,

the sun rising in one place, and setting

in another. each dawn bringing with it

a new day, each sundown, a new night.

and all the while the world is

shifting, the tectonic plates

that make up its

crust, floating on a mantle

of heat and fire.

while on those plates,

there are mountains,

and glaciers, and rivers made of pure

ice. and those glaciers are melting,

and those mountains are being worn

down, into dust.

 

and all the while,

new glaciers are forming,

and new mountains pushing up out of the

dust of their quondam counterparts.

and the world is still spinning,

as it ever was, and ever will be.

a world in constant motion is what

we live in. a world that will always change.

rebirth, even in death and ashes and dust.

 

and as you change,

you grow, you discover more,

about both yourself,

and this ever changing, effervescent world

that we occupy. we all change.

change is a part of life, just as death is a part of life.

but just because you know

you are going to die someday,

doesn’t mean you refuse

to live. does it?

because it is your duty,

to pass life on, to share it.

 

for your life is not just yours,

it belongs to the people

who care about you, who have given you life.

it belongs to the people you have met,

and those you have yet to meet.

to those who might have changed you life,

or whose lives you might change.

 

and it belongs to the world.

it belongs to the world that, inevitably,

created you. that nurtured you.

you are part of that changing world,

a necessary part, for a machine does not function

without all its pieces. and because you are changing,

you are in turn, changing the world.

the world that your life belongs to.

and the world, that belongs to you.

 

someone asked me once,

“do you ever wonder why we’re here?”

and i replied, “i don’t know.”

that is true, i still don’t know why,

specifically, we are here. i doubt i ever will.

but my best guess, is that we are here,

on this earth, to make a difference.

to change the world. to leave our mark.

to do something worthwhile

In our limited time. for the world, like all things,

is constantly changing. and if we were to try,

we could control that change.

not destroy it, no,

but manipulate it, make it our own.

 

i do not believe in any god or all powerful being.

i believe in the power

of ordinary people to make a change,

to change

the world.

for the world is not only changed

by great and famous men,

by leaders of countries, or nations.

the world is changed

by those who choose to change it.

 

You could be one of those people.

 

One of those people to change the world. 

submitted by Epic Fangirl
(May 24, 2017 - 9:35 pm)

Ooh, inspirational! I like it! 

submitted by September
(May 26, 2017 - 6:50 pm)

Thank you September. I kind of just wrote it randomly because I wanted to write poetry.

submitted by Epic Fangirl
(May 26, 2017 - 8:41 pm)

"If you need to talk

I'm always here"

Are you?

Why, then,

do you not listen

when I talk 

Why do you laugh?

 

I wish it were true

I wish I could just turn on my shiny black and silver computer

and instant message you

or whatever

and you'd write back

 

well

I know you would

and we'd have a nice long emotional

dramatic

talk

But would it be real?

When I come to school the next day,

board the schoolbus

walk into homeroom

will you

ignore

me?

 

If we talk about you

will you change?

 

Do you want to be the person I can talk to?

because it feels good

you know

It feels like you really understand

do you?

Or could I break through your face, your drama, your 

"we're together"

your

"it's hard?

Is it like a thin paper mask?

because I know 

just from watching you 

that it's not hard

that your biggest worry is that the boy you like likes you

but he won't text you.

Or are you suffering

and you're just

a really good actress?

A really good liar?

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I don't really know what that was, so that's why it might be a little unclear.  I think I tried to convey too many ideas at once. I'm open to critiques, and you guys are all amazing poets. This was about this girl in my class who is usually just an annoying popular girl, but this poem happened because she has this thing on her social media that says something like "I'm here if you ever need to talk," and I'm trying to understand whether she means it. I also tried to separate this into stanzas, but I'm not sure if that worked.

submitted by Applejaguar, age !!, New York
(May 27, 2017 - 6:49 am)

Okay, I have a really bad case of poet's block and, also, I feel like the only good poem I've ever written is the one about summer that I posted here. Bluebird, Booksy, and September--and others, too, but mainly those three--how do you do it? I mean, how do you come up with the idea and then write about it, but just go on and on and say such meaningful or descriptive things, or philosophical things, even? Where do you get your ideas? 

 

submitted by Leafpool
(May 28, 2017 - 11:52 am)

Aww, I hate poet's block! A lot of poetry I pull from things I've read or things that've happened to me, but sometimes I use poetry prompts. If you're stuck and trying to write, I'd recommend listening to music, and writing about that. Hope that helps!

submitted by September
(May 28, 2017 - 4:38 pm)

Aww, thanks Leapfool! Poet's block sucks. Some things that helps me are looking up aesthetic pictures or just pictures of things and then using them for inspiration, or writing about experiences/people/places I've been. I have a whole 15 page list of color similies that I came up with (e.g. marmalade orange and electrical tape black, which I used in my two most recent poems) Write down random thoughts and lines and don't be afraid to do a lot of editing. (Sometimes just a simple random fact (like how ultramarine blue was very expensive in the renaissance) can inspire a poem! 

submitted by Bluebird
(May 29, 2017 - 10:23 am)

Another thing I've found helpful is writing with a certain theme, word, or line from a song/poem you like (just be sure to credit your inspiration!)

Here are a couple themes/prompts to try (I use tons of these, if you'd like more, they're really easy to find, just google poetry prompts!) :

Themes:

Darkness and light

Change

Emptiness

Falling

Growing up

Facing reality

Prompts:

Put your playlist on shuffle and start your poem with the first phrase you hear

Include the line, "and then we were starlight"  

Write about a fall (from grace, from power, from a tree, etc.)

Write a love poem with out the word love

Describe an action using only colors

submitted by September
(May 29, 2017 - 3:05 pm)