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)

Oh gosh, same.

submitted by Azalea, age 13, the forbidden forest
(January 14, 2021 - 8:48 am)

iliotropio: Sunflower


Sometimes I watch you

With your vibrant, lively colours,

Chasing that wildly unattainable dream.


Why give your all

To someone who'll never look at you

For what you are, only to trample

You beneath his feet? 


Someone who'll outshine you

When you try to stand by his side

And suck the life from you

'til you're gone and shrivelled.


Why do you seem to glow

when he shows up every day 

Beaming, face following him

No matter what the world'll say? 


Why won't you listen when others

Could give you so much better?

You pitiful fool, chasing the sun itself

In an endless, predestined-to-fail quest...


Should I despise you for your naïvety

Or admire you for that zealous zest? 

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(January 13, 2021 - 8:20 pm)


Sometimes when night’s

As dark as night

Can be,

I forge a path

Through dark,

And me,

I cry out to the night.

Says he,

I shall not stop,

I shall not go,

Night is a-swinging,

To and fro,

For when I come,

And when I came,

And when,

In future times,

Will come,

Night smiles at me

And holds me tight

And we go rocking

Through the night,

As one.


submitted by Wreeboo, age Immortal, Nowhere and Everywhere
(January 13, 2021 - 9:07 pm)

Through the stinging rain

He stands

Paved streets kicking up

Lost drops

Throwing them back

to the sky 

From which they came--

Or at least trying


He feels not cold nor sad

At the shower

That peeks through the leaves

And gloom-

Filled sky, laced with silver--

Only peace.

Yes, the rhythm drives down

On him

And he is filled with unimaginable


submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(January 13, 2021 - 9:28 pm)

Ooooooooooh yeeeees. I've always wondered why the world doesn't like rain, when rain is so beautiful. You've managed to capture it's peace and beauty perfectly.

submitted by Snazzycakes, age 12, female, Dancing in the rain
(January 14, 2021 - 7:14 pm)

This is so relatable for some reason.

submitted by Jwyn, age 16
(January 16, 2021 - 11:10 am)

aurora borealis

there's a girl that i seek

on the highest, dark peak

her name is aurora

though we never will speak.

her dress is that of shining

rich green, lining

the twilight sky's frayed ends.

her crown is wrought of stars,

cold as hard metal bars

or her wounds that she always tends.

ever-shifting; only the wind understands

a shimmering jade mirage above bleached white lands.

i spin and glide through the snow

my face frostbitten and burned with the glow

of her lunimescent emerald light drenching the dark

the ground below me, cold and stark.

i dance as she does, wild and free

though i'll never be as beautifully dangerous as she.

and yet we move in perfect sync, she and i

my feet in the snow and hers up high

maybe i'll meet her one day if i learn to fly.

her name is aurora

and her misty green flora

bursts through the winter's night sky. 

submitted by Silver Crystal, age Infinity, Milky Way
(January 15, 2021 - 11:14 pm)

*applauds wildly* That was really good, Silver!! I loved the line "a shimmering jade mirage above bleached white lands.". :)

submitted by Peppermint, age 13, Lost in the forest
(January 16, 2021 - 12:09 pm)

Yesss! I totally agree, this is absolutely stunning in imagery; there are just so many great lines from here! (Also, is it just me or is there a subtly dark undercurrent?)

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(January 17, 2021 - 10:06 pm)

Thanks Pepper and Jaybells :) Also, @Jaybells, I guess I always do write with an undertone of darkness for some reason, but this one was one of my happier ones XD

submitted by Silver Crystal, age Infinity, Milky Way
(January 18, 2021 - 7:14 am)

there are some born with their eyes gazing at the sky.

their stardust-hewn fingers grasp at the hope of touching the void above them

and their galactical minds are filled with small wisdoms, like

how many of the stars they see have died long ago;

and i am mystified by their sorrow at the fact.

because when i look upon the dead stars, i only feel comfort

that such ethereal, hope-bound bodies still glow for us long after they are gone.  

submitted by Luna-Starr, age 27 eons, Existential Ponderment
(January 16, 2021 - 1:23 pm)

So foreboding and yet intriguing! I love that focus on beautiful imagery, and perspective, of course!

submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(January 16, 2021 - 6:04 pm)

thank you! :)

submitted by LS@Jaybells
(January 17, 2021 - 3:45 pm)

The cold air 

Envelopes me, punctures my skin,

Leaves me thrilled breathless.

I forgot my coat,

But maybe that was on purpose,

I suppose 

I should savor the cold.

Maybe one day it will be no more.

And on the rough tree branch

Blood rushed to my head

Leaves me with a burst of 

Childish happiness,

The kind that makes you want 

To laugh for no reason 

And gallop among the fields

And believe in fairies 

And not worry about forever.

But my hands hurt from the bark and I'm really cold now,

And I can tell

this tree branch won't be here

by the time

I grow up for real.

Maybe I should

Laugh for no reason 

believe in fairies

Gallop through the fields again.

Because maybe one day I will be no more.

submitted by Azalea, age 14, Earth
(January 16, 2021 - 1:38 pm)

Wowwww that painted this really beautoful picture in my head. That poem really connected woth me somehow, I love the rythm and the mood.... 

submitted by woolly@Aza
(January 16, 2021 - 3:59 pm)