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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!
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thanks for making a new one, admins!
we’re writing ecopoetry in english class and this is my first draft. feedback would be super helpful 🙂 I also need a title…
you always thought that pigeons were the worst part of new york, even
more than the i <3 ny t-shirts & crime rates & smog, but i
disagreed, maybe because there was something in those
beady eyes and watercolor plumage that
was a little endearing,
& though i never called the feathered automatons cute i
appreciated how they peered cross-eyed & addle-brained
into humanity’s highs and lows but
judged us all equally,or maybe i just liked the way you’d
laugh when you saw them
fight over a crust of bread like their cousins the seagulls, who were the same
creature but with a sailor’s mouth, with the same
natural stupidity as any chicken but they were not quite proud enough to say
cock-a-doodle-doo so i suppose pigeons will
fade into history, having become that extra daily reminder
to share a morning bagel and coffee with someone you love &
to not destroy the world.-
omg that’s absolutely amazing! I don’t know much about ecopoetry but I would imagine that you’ve captured the essence of an ecological message – focusing on something from nature, but using it to talk about human problems and sustainability and having a good society. It’s also just very well-written, it feels emotional but measured.
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ahh, thank you!
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Day 2 of the April poems:
Time Wanderer
My dear Wanderer,
Who has found this through time and space—
Where is the spark of zealergy
In your nostalgia-touched eyes?
“Not all who wander are lost” but
You are timeless like a horseshoe crab—
Perhaps you are searching for your lost phone
Which was last seen in the 18th century
Or are you simply out of time—like me? -
I wrote this poem a few months ago. Not sure why I wrote a poem about the 4th of July in January, but yano. Anyways…here it is! I thought, with summer approaching, it was time to release some summer-y poems. Hope you like them.
warm, glowing summer night
laughter in the air
soft grass beneath our feet
kids chase each other across the field
smooth quilt beneath my fingers
warm hand in mine
starry sky above me
a reflection of the field below
fireflies twinkle like the stars
that glow above
then
finally
an explosion
after waiting for so long
there it is
colors burst in the sky
droplets of every color fill the dark expanse
then fall like rain
beautiful
we watch as more and more light
explodes in the sky
sparks of red, white and blue
illuminate the heavens
magicalI also wrote this one (apparently I was thinking of summer a lot):
the waves call to me
with their song of whispers
I run toward them
heart pounding in excitement
hot sand burns my feet
but I don’t care
I jump right in
shells beneath my toes
I wade out farther
until I almost can’t touch
the squishy sand
I dive under the waves
saltwater stings my eyes
but I love it
how can I be so cold
but so warm
at the same time?
fish nibble my feet
crabs scuttle beneath me unnoticed
I dive back under
but I don’t want to come back up
I could stay here forever
free
in this beautiful place -
idk about this one. it doesn’t feel fully finished but i said everything i had to say, y’know?
thrifted
i pick out feelings like i’m sorting through racks at the thrift shop,
fingertips brushing worn threads
slowly unravelling—
my joy is a striped t-shirt from a childhood friend
then handed down to my little sister—
my love is a pair of converse from the singer of my favorite band—
i wear my anger draped over my shoulders
like a too-large leather jacket that once was my father’s—
my sadness is an inherited string of pearls
from my mother’s side.i don’t think i’ve ever felt an emotion
that was fully real,
wholly
mine.-
I love this one! As one of 4 girls in my house, I get a lot of hand-me downs. I love them, because it feels like they are unique and comfortable, and not just any other item off the shelf.
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yes, this is a beautiful poem!!
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deja vu and ground impact
hand in hand, stardust and stories, swinging
over a balcony. it was a warm afternoon; people were
laughing as you stood there as your
story started winking away into fossils and I wondered
what if that had been me?
I’ve been so close before.
lying intertwined, planets and words
on the cold tile floor of reality,
a little imprint on my cheek saying not yet
a little scissor-scar on my hand and that shiver of recognition and loneliness
that comes with a bad premonition or a good book.
it’s all of our faults for letting the pages mold, for
joking about endings, for laughing it off again and again and again.
for seeing ourselves in hallway mirrors and not thinking of you.
how can your stardust forgive ours?-
Dunno how to explain why I like this so much. Think it’s a lovely little way of braining tho
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thanks! and I’m really glad to see you around dude
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“Be There”
can I rely on you?
can I really trust
that you’ll be thereday or night
win or lose
good or bad
joy or heartache-
whether it all turns out okay
or not?
will you be there for me?
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Seed
<br> Below the heart, below the lungs, set against the spine. A chipped lady, carved, harbors a cavern. The wooden walls encase the hollow, and in the center’s center: there lies her spark. A gilded canine gripped in the sliver-hold of roots.
One august day, she will kneel down in the waiting dirt. Reach unhurriedly into the stillness of the cavern, cradle her spark in the palm, and nestle it in the castoff dust. It will soak there in the waiting rain. She will let her spark sleep into an overflowing world and burst free with it.