The Poetry Corner

What a great idea! I'm in! (I liked your poem, by the way)

This is the only one of my poems that I don't feel too embarrassed sharing. It's pretty bad :icon_redf I wrote it when I was 13, so give me credit

How far must you run
until your wings catch you?
When do your feet leave the ground
churning through a wind of scattered dreams
when do your feathers open
sending tiny zephyrs chasing across the sky?
How far must you fall
until your wings catch you-
those wings in their sureness and brilliance?
When does flight become part of dreaming -
a mystery, a song of life?
Why are they there,
those quicksure wings,
and how long until they carry you away? ​

 

It sounds nice. I love the subtlety of the metaphors you used.

In the deep trench of faded purity
Fairies of murkiness came together
They brewed their own cocktail of injury
And summoned a more sinister monster

I made this poem back in high school. It's about how pimples are formed.

 

Thanks I love your poem! Great metaphors.

 

Great poems! Here's one of mine:


The Ocean's Game

The sound of the ocean,
Both deadly an sweet,
Drowns out all others-
Never once a defeat.

She stares us all down,
Enjoying her threats,
Yet enticing us each-
She's placing her bets.

With her sing-song voice,
A beauty, no lie,
She calls us right to her-
Convinced we won't die.

But it's her, you see,
Who's convinced us of such,
Her crashes and waves-
We use as a crutch.

Our minds are enveloped,
In honey, sweet music,
Hypnotized, we dive-
To her it's fun; sick.

The sound of the ocean,
Both deadly and sweet,
Drowns out all others-
Never once a defeat.

 

I love poetry. I like all your guys work, some great talent here. I rarely ever finish what i start writing though lol XD. This is one of my favorites that i managed to finish.

An Echo in the Void

I am shadow, I am ghost
the unseen child
born from sorrow and angst.

Raped of consciousness, of feeling,
hollowed out and abandoned.

Chained by circumstance,
the catalyst,
to a fading existence.

Forever a remnant,
an echo of what was.

A reminder that I will
never again be
Whole...​

 

What a great idea for a thread! I've written a bit of poetry to help collect my thoughts and emotions. Admittedly, this one kind of started off personal and became something else. Enjoy!

Hello World

Hello world, why can't your rain
Wash away that blood-soaked stain
That will not leave, only remain
Upon my heart where I've been slain?

Hello world, it is the hate,
The hate of late,
With growing rate
And knowing fate

Hello world, why can't your snow
Show the chains just where to go?
From 'round my chest before the blow
To 'round the clock, with time to slow

Hello world, robbed is my time
My time to climb
To clear the slime
As towers chime

Hello world, my duties cease
Never again shall I carry a piece
Into my brother's monthly lease
Never again will I see my niece

 

Wow! These are all so lovely
Mine is long but not that great, but anyway:
Of sweet sorrow
Does my cracked heart sing
Of beautiful bitterness
Are the memories, fresh engraved
On my fractured heart,
There to stay
As evidence of my first, forsaken love.

Oh, cruel circumstance
To give pleasure in the shadow
Of change, revolutionary change
In which the seas shall be parted
Our worlds
Torn asunder
As I find my self human in feeling.

But I console myself,
Saying,
"you would never love me anyway,
For we are the same, you and I,
In spirit and body,"
But as I love those who are same to me,
So you love those you are different.

 

Sleeping:

The marks are now fading,
Becoming less deep.
Some call it healing,
But some call it sleep.

As if dormant weapons
Have but closed their eyes
To wait for the beackon
Of pain to arise.

The healing skin flinches
Just at the thought
Of the sharpness of pinches
And lines they had got.

Resting ones grin
With death in their smiles.
Though soon to break in,
They'll sit for a while.




Through the Mirror:

A fogged up glass,
Dark and dreary,
Holds a girl-
Not too pretty.

Marks, she has,
Along her face,
All shred up-
Trace after trace.

She stares at me,
With empty brown eyes,
Her large lips parting-
To say her goodbyes.

The girl turns around,
And lowers her dress,
The scars on her stomach-
She'll never confess.

But then in the mirror,
She pulls out a knife,
And looks through dry tears-
To continue her life.


I need to write some happier poems.

Here's a really short one I wrote:

Giving Up:

What does it mean to give up?
Is it a bad decision?
Or just a judge of luck?
The fact is things don't last long-
Are troubled odds why they go wrong?
who the hell knows-
No, really, who cares?
Go ahead- give up! Everything goes.

 

Oooooo, I really like this line! Well done.

 

Thanks! That's actually one I'd changed a couple times before I settled on that

 

I love this thread! Here is one that I wrote not too long ago. As you can tell, I was not in the best of moods at the time... Feel free to give me some constructive feedback.

There is mist in the way
Tendrils snaking
Winding through your soul
You reach up
But the moon dances away
The stars glimmer past your dreams
The darkness presses on the mist
Sentencing it to bloodsoaked eons
A cage of pain
Calling for life
The mist won't catch you
If you let go
You are alone
Lost
In the forest of your mind
And however far you run
You can never go free
Perhaps the mist will welcome you
Blocking your sight
Of what is true
The moon has gone
The sun left too long ago
And the stars- they are far beyond your reach
Thick mist blocking the world
From your captured soul
Why not lie down
Sleep
Lose your potential
Forget about finding your soul
Just cry
Into that dark night
The flower closes as darkness falls
Do not wait for it to open and greet the day
Just let go
Fall through the mist
Forget about finding your way
As the mist closes
Who will know
Your heart is hidden
Your soul is lost
Just let go
No one will know

Wow. I didn't realize that it was so long. Oops.

 

I wrote this for a school assignment a couple of years ago about the women of the victorian era

I see these bars around me
Locked inside at home
Away from the world we are,
Nothing to do but roam

But as the world keeps on turning
There’s a fire on the inside burning
Burning every little piece of me
Leading me towards insanity

In our belief we must persist
Not letting them treat us as they see fit
Like the outside does not exist
Though they keep us from it

If the outside be not a place for women
Then a man I shall become
Ignorant of the people around me, under me, beside me
Not foreseeing the outcome

Complain I shan’t
And cry I won’t
Though I long to see
And though I long to learn
In this silence I shall remain taciturn

In the lonesome winter mornings
You shall find me without a warning
Sitting in the corner astray
Dreaming myself away

For in this dream of mine
Where freedom be not a crime
But this dream I must outcast
Yet I long for the future and not for the past

 

Here's one I wrote about my first crush. He actually was one of the first people who talked to me about being gay after I came out to him. I am his first gay friend (that he knows of). I crushed on him for a good couple months (he doesn't know). I knew anything beyond friendship wasn't going to happen because he's straight, but a crush is a crush. Since he was straight (and to be honest I wasn't really ready for any sort of relationship), I just really wanted to hang out more and be good friends with him. This is a lyrical I wrote:

Friendship Beyond the Shore

My head is drifting
Drifting to sea
But my heart is so heavy
It's sinking underneath

Why is love so cruel
So heartless ironically
I want to hold you in my arms
But I know it cannot be

Then I saw a shining light
That reached the ocean floor
And my heart skipped a beat
As you swam to me from shore

Why are you always on my mind
Keeping me up all night
Why can't you leave my head
When I am lying in my bed

Why can't I ever let you go
What is it about you that makes me feel
Better than anyone before
If you could love me a little more

I just want to follow my heart
But it's impossible for you
To see me as a man and a lover
Yes, this I know is true

So it seems we cannot be together
I've come to terms with that
Just a friend to help me on my way
A friendly ear for chat

Now, I see a shining light
Reaching to the ocean floor
Takes my heart that was so heavy
It's not heavy anymore

And now that you're only on my mind
When the morning sun begins to rise
Memories shall fill my head
Until I lie still in my bed

Now that I've let you go
Something still remains that makes me feel
Better than anyone before:
A beautiful friendship beyond the shore

 

That's sad... I like the ending. :3

Here's one I wrote when I was around 12...

Broken Child
hear her cry
cloudy echoes
in the sky
ash tears fall
with drifting grace
land upon
her bloodied face
in burning pain
the child lies
empty sobs
and stifled cries
crimson pools
in quickened pace
clutched to chest
burnt-blackened
lace
Lonely Child
hear her cry
just cloudy echoes
here she
died.

 

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