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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)
(April 30, 2017 - 8:51 pm)
Yes!! I love how well you always understand my poems, Snazzycakes!
And thank you so much for taking all the time to write out this kind stuff; it's super helpful and is honestly such a bright spot in my day to get to read your comments and thoughts and all that!
(December 28, 2020 - 12:41 am)
Yay! I legitimately just did a little happy dance in my desk chair. I'm so glad I understand your poems and you understand mine! And it's my pleasure to comment on your poems; they're so good, how could I not? I'm also really glad that it brightens up your day. *does another happy dance*
(December 28, 2020 - 9:46 am)
probably not my best poetry but i feel horrible right now so theres no way im editing anything.
ghost-
like a whisper your words fall across my grave and
its so very dark in here but i dont dare wish for some light
even though i could use some
lost
without a compass
but if i had one it would be broken anyways
like a shadow i try and guide you but im pressed against the wall and
you’ll never notice me anyways i’m too quiet
even though i try and speak
empty
without a soul
but if i had one it would be broken anyways
like a memory i flit across your thoughts but within a second i’m gone and
banished to the deep pits of your mind where good things go to die
even though you said i was beautiful
dead
without a heart
but if i had one it would be broken anyways
because
you
just
didn't
care
(December 27, 2020 - 5:32 pm)
Daaaang... This is amazing in its own way! Even though it's really dark and heavy, I think the weight adds to the sort of inescapable despair and the pained mood that you've built up. Especially the repetition of the "but if I had one it would be broken anyways" and the last stanza physically getting thinner to really hone down and highlight the absolute heartbreaking truth. It's is beautiful in its own broken way.
(December 28, 2020 - 12:47 am)
Thank you <33
(December 28, 2020 - 1:14 pm)
Wow, i really really like this! I love how you have a repeating kind of line-rhythm-thing, but never the exact same line.
kali said apark! Another word!
(December 28, 2020 - 9:29 am)
thanks :) <3
Good for you, Kali! Maybe you can teach Tea how to say anything other that curse words! *nervous face*
(December 28, 2020 - 1:15 pm)
oops wait you did have some repeating lines XD but yeah the repeating-ness i like is what i mean!
(December 28, 2020 - 5:34 pm)
That is so amazing. Tbch, it reminds me of a Taylor Swift song, like the style she writes is kinda like that. Wow that is so good. Just wow.
(December 28, 2020 - 2:53 pm)
I don't write poetry a ton, but I did write this last night:
You were like
A sister
To me.
You
Aren't gone
But our
Connection is.
There's pain
Inside me
And I know it will
Subside with time,
But for now
It
Hurts
And I miss you.
(December 28, 2020 - 10:38 am)
Aww, even though this is a fairly short one, it's really heartbreaking. I totally get the rift between siblings, it can be the most painful thing. :'(
(December 29, 2020 - 1:49 am)
Aww that's so sad! I really hope things with your friend get better... *sends hugs* (And you should try writing poetry more often; that's really good! Short, meaningful, and sad... Good job!)
(December 29, 2020 - 1:32 pm)
Thank you so much, you both actually made me feel kinda better!
(December 29, 2020 - 4:29 pm)
Chaos
around me
Chaos?
Such
a strange
word.
Should I
spell it
kayos
instead?
What if-
what if
oh
oranges
in a bowl
in front of me-
no,
not oranges,
Cuties.
Cuties
just like
my little sister
and my cousins
who just came over
yesterday.
Yesterday
is such a
promising,
hopeful
word.
Words.
What are words?
Who chooses-
no, who chose-
words?
Who decided
to call words
words?
And when?
Oh,
right.
I
don't know,
will never know,
does anyone know?
~~~
Hehehe I wrote this poem on the spot using only whatever popped into my head. Anyway, next poem, let's see how good it turns out-
~
I say
words are my friends,
because,
just becuase
I like them.
But really,
words
don't like me,
don't like anything,
are no one's
friends.
They are cruel,
cold masters
of our lives,
controlling
our interactions
with the world
and all
it's beautiful things.
Even here,
these words
will probably
influence
your impression
of me.
And your words
influence
my impressions
of you.
See?
Words
control
our lives,
they can be kind,
yes,
but mostly,
they are cruel
and they
are no one's
friends.
~
Oooooooh that turned out niiiiice
(December 28, 2020 - 12:57 pm)
Ooh, I love these!
You have such an interesting take on the first one, which ironically feels a bit chaotic, like a thought process, almost like a slowed-down snippet of a very active mind; And as for the second one-- of course, how could I not adore the personification of words as being cold, callous things! That absolutely resonates with me!
(December 29, 2020 - 1:56 am)