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Everyday poetry~
Poetry can be found everywhere.
Whether it's in the plink of the raindrops against your window as you drive to school, or the time you found your old teddy bear in the bottom of a chest of toys, or when you tried to talk to someone new, or the way that your best friend stutters and grins when she talks. It can be the victory that you found hidden under your blankets, or the thoughts that swirl around in your head at night that need to be released into words of nonsense.
This is the place to share all of that. All of the little things in life that make it interesting, or strange, or sad.
All of the things that make us writers and poets.
Your poems don't have to be good. They don't have to brilliant. They don't have to make sense. They don't even have to be under your real name.
I'll go ahead and post one (be it good or not XD)
Small town Georgia
As the fields in between
The tiny patches of civilization
Filled with old cars
Barbed wire fences
Rolling grasses
Growing in controlled chaos
The occasional stray dog
As the fields melt into neighborhoods
And then out into tangled weeds
Of the roadside again
The road fades into large fields of controlled, prim, excuses for grass
Surrounding old brick houses
New ones, recently built, crips and wooden with gables and add-ons.
Horse stables
Fields of crops
Rows of pinetrees
The occasional top of a mountain
Peeking over the clusters of trees.
An old song, brought to the light of a new age
Emotions cooling in the inside of a car, so different from the real outside road
Littered in old tires
Dead animals
Dead grass
Dead stone
The signs of industry
Billboards
Metal signs
More and more cars, speeding along like so many busy ants
And so do we
Over bridges of concrete
That arch over rivers of brown water.
submitted by Autumn Leaves, age 13, Turning red and gold
(October 16, 2016 - 1:26 pm)
(October 16, 2016 - 1:26 pm)
That was amazing!
(October 16, 2016 - 4:11 pm)
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(October 16, 2016 - 4:12 pm)
I love your poem, Autumn! (is it okay to call you that?) Such beautiful imagery! Here is a really long story-like poem I wrote a while ago... I think I might enter it in the poetry competition because it's about music.
The Red Piano
a little girl, dressed in white
looks through the window
and sees a sight
drums and guitars fill the room
but in middle of it all
resting in the gloom
the red piano
her
piano.
made of darkened, cherry wood
polished, shining,
simply good
the color, the hue of old red wine
made of sharp angles
and scratched out lines
she swore to herself
i'll buy it someday
i'll get money somehow, anyway,
there's more important things in life
than money, right?
right.
~~~~~
a growing girl
dressed in gray
hoodie torn, pants starting to fray
when her father left last Saturday
he hadn't come back
it'd been six days
her piano sat under dull store lights
ready to play
ready to delight
her finger tapped the C sharp key
the shopkeeper screamed,
"get out! go! leave!
the sign says no touching
can't you read?
you're always around here
just leave me be!"
so she left the store with a frown on her face
her red piano would
have to
wait.
~~~~~
a teenage girl
dressed in black
slouching over, like a hunchback
weighed down by her old backpack
filled with homework
and things she lacked
her red piano still stood tall
through the years,
through it all
standing outside in the cold rainfall
she longed to play it
after all
it was hers.
she'd watched it since she was young
she wanted it so much that her heart stung
she counted her money
not enough
why did i ever think i'd get enough stuff
to make and sell and earn and pay
life is hard when your father's away
but she stayed strong
through the pain and the strife
music, the music, had saved her life
when she left this small town
and moved far away
she would come back and buy the piano
someday.
~~~~~
a grown up woman
dressed in blue
a smile on her face
looking through
the window that she'd looked through all her life
seeing the piano
that had kept her alive
money in hand
walking into the store
keeping her promise, she swore, she swore
she swore on her life
and now she was here
she could almost hear the music in her ears
"you know what I'm here for.
I'll take it home."
she knew in her heart just where it belonged
with her
for her
and her children to play
the red piano was loved that day.
(October 16, 2016 - 4:32 pm)
That was one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read. I can't even use exclamation points, it was that... not exactly sad. I could just feel her. Understand her.
A+++++, Bluebird. Wonderful job.
(October 17, 2016 - 7:40 am)
I love this poem so much. <3
(October 17, 2016 - 1:58 pm)
OH. MY. GOODNESS. Bluebird... You are briliant. I think I'm going to go cry now, and I have no idea why... You. Are. Brilliant.
(October 18, 2016 - 11:41 pm)
I read this over again it was so good! I just had to compliment this beautiful piece of work again! Thank you so much for bring such a beautiful thing into this world! Such a beautifully heart-wrenching poem! I just love it! Amazing work Bluebird! You deserve to win the Nobel prize or something for that!XD Nugget says Tiip. Yes, you deserve a tip, too!
(November 21, 2016 - 9:41 am)
Awww, it's a lovely poem, a lovely story. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I love how you had it rhyme, but with the no capitalization, and the way you structured the lines, it still had a free verse-like freeness to it, so I think this poem was structured just perfect for a story,
Thank you for sharing your poem, Bluebird. :)
(November 25, 2016 - 11:28 pm)
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(October 17, 2016 - 6:59 am)
Thanks so much guys! OMGoodness, Bluebird, that was amazing! It had beautiful imagery, and the story really tugs at your heartstrings. I hope you win Shoshana's poetry competition! (I personally don't have much hope for my own, so I'll root for you! XD)
I'll post more poetry later, but I've got to do school now.
(October 17, 2016 - 8:00 am)
Thank you all so much! I will try to write more, but I am super busy with basketball this week so I probably won't get one posted until Saturday.
(October 17, 2016 - 9:33 pm)
Friends~
Friends are...
Inconsistent
They change from day to day: Sit with you some days, ignore you others
What we all need
Good friends make the world go 'round and brighten up your day
Like homemade cake
They are sweet
Someone that makes your day
Someone that makes you feel at home
The person that you can also go to
Me & You
(October 17, 2016 - 7:02 pm)
Could we just share random poetry?
That would be nice...
(October 18, 2016 - 6:46 am)
Midnight Drive
unable to find peace
she hopped in the leather driver's seat
of the 1969 Camaro she bought with hard earned money
it was a rust bucket
with rips in all four seats
but it still ran and she loved that car like it was her child
she slammed her foot on the gas
go go go,it was a race against the empty streets
going nowhere but away
she was scared to close her eyes but at the same time
her eyelids kept drooping
she looked outside
not even the moon was there to keep her company
she was alone
wonderfully alone
terribly alone
the lukewarm cup of coffee in her hand was a poor subsitute for a friend
she longed for anything to break the silence
the radio only picked up static
better than nothing
she guessed
the trees lining the street threw down seeds
like the dark clouds that had poured icy rain onto the streets yesterday
making puddles that dirtied her freshly washed car
as she drove fast through them
a single tear fell onto the leather of the steering wheel
and she wiped it away
an hour ago at 11:11 she'd wished for anyone
anyone to stay with her through the night
anyone to make her nightmares go away
she was terrified to close her eyes
but at the same time they threatened to shut on their own
her head dropped for a second and she didn't see it
the big blue pepsi truck bowling down the highway
she swerved and skidded but it was too late
crash
sccccrrrrrrreeeeeeccccccchhhhhh
metal on metal
she couldn't see anything
and finally
darkness.
the found her body limp in the driver's seat
eyes open
an almost peaceful expression on her face
she had wished for no more nightmares
and now,
she would never face those dreams
again.
So, this is something I wrote really late last night, so it might not make sense. Oh, well. Hope you enjoy!
(October 18, 2016 - 9:36 pm)
Oh... Oh no... I think I'm deffinetly going to go cry now...
That is one of the most beautifully sad things I've ever read.
(October 18, 2016 - 11:43 pm)