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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)
Oh, no... I wish i could go and comfort that girl... Drving to her death because she's lonely... No one deserves to feel like that, like a failure... Thank you for sharing such a thoughtful poem... I'm way too emotional to read stuff like this...
*cries*
(October 20, 2016 - 9:06 am)
Wow. I really loved your red piano poem, but this one, it's good, but also sad.
(November 20, 2016 - 8:57 pm)
Whoa, this is amazing actually. So tragic! It actually made me feel sad for this fictional girl in a short poem. And I have no idea how you came up with the words in the last stanza, the nightmares and dreams....oh, this is a Little Match Girl kind of story!
Everybody go read The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Anderson, you'll see what I mean. It's a short story, and you can read it online. It's beautiful and sad, but all shours read it.
(November 25, 2016 - 11:34 pm)
Oh My GOODNESS
that is SOOOOO good!!!! I think im going to cry! *sobs*
(December 14, 2016 - 10:37 pm)
Moonlight, Bluebird, those were amazing! I'll post something later.
Feline, that's what this thread is for! Your poetry can be about anything, big or small.
(October 19, 2016 - 6:37 am)
Bluebird... wow. You are the BEST poet I've ever met! Your poems are... so sad. And happy at the same time. Like, bittersweet. I LOVE THEM. You're so good!
Rilla says wrue. True. See, even my CAPTCHA loves your poems!
(October 20, 2016 - 8:53 am)
Thank you, everyone!
(October 21, 2016 - 11:34 am)
I guess I'll write one! I love poetry!
~Rainbow~
Red is for the fire, embers in the air
Orange is for the sun, blazing in the sky
Yellow is for the cornstalks, swaying here and there
Green is for the grasshopper, hopping and leaping up high
Blue is for the lakes and oceans, there for everyone to share
Purple is for the violets, petals fluttering like they could fly.
The rainbow is for the happiness, and the love,
And the peace carried on the wings of the white dove.
(October 20, 2016 - 7:40 pm)
I loved that, Alexandra! Poems that mention colors are my absolute favorite.
(October 21, 2016 - 11:35 am)
Thanks!
(October 22, 2016 - 8:00 pm)
I'll try and write a poem, if I'm not too late. Just a warning, I'm awful at poetry, but I'm willing to give it a try anyway.
This is a poem I wrote just now, about overthinking. In a sense, I wrote it about me almost, because I tend to overthink.
I also used lyrics from a song that I thought went with the poem rather well, Truce by Twenty One Pilots. Truce is a song about depression, but also overcoming the sadness and realizing that your life is worth living,no matter how hard it is. I thought it fit the theme of the poem well, since the girl in the poem is sad. Truce is a sad, yet hopeful song, like the girl in the poem.
Now, the night, is coming to an end.
Sitting alone, in the darkness,
staring out the window, at the moon in its brightness,
thinking about the day.
things that I said
things that were said to me
things that i did
things that were done to me.
overthinking everything.
The sun will rise, and we will try again.
I'm supposed to be asleep,
but thoughts keep swirling around in my head,
turning into something bigger.
Stay alive, stay alive for me.
maybe one of my friends said something to me,
and I took it the wrong way,
and I can't stop thinking about it.
I start to think about me, and my life,
and how hard it's been lately.
YOu will die, but now your life is free.
this time,
late at night,
all alone in the quiet darkness of my bedroom,
is the time for me to unload these thoughts
and think them.
I think about my best friend,
and how she's been
spending more time with others lately,
leaving me out.
Take pride in what is sure to die.
I wonder if maybe she's ignoring me
because she doesn't like me anymore,
or she thinks I somehow make her look bad.
I will fear the night again.
i start to wonder the same about my other friends.
DO they really like me?
Or are they just pretending?
I hope, I'm not, my only friend.
overthinking.
the silence eventually becomes too much.
I stand up,
grab my ipod,
and put in my earbuds,
letting the music drown out my thoughts.
Stay alive, stay alive, for me.
as I concentrate less on my intusive thoughts,
and more on the music
my thoughts start to slow down.
You will die, but now your life is free.
I slowly climb into my bed
and rest my head on my pillow.
as I start to drift off to sleep,
I feel relax,
I realize I'm not alone,
and that I AM loved.
Take pride in what is sure to die.
Reading back through this before posting it, I realize that this poem was actually rather theraputic for me to write, i almost just vented and put down everything that was in my head into the poem. Sorry it's so long, I just had a lot of thoughts to put down. <3
(October 24, 2016 - 2:44 pm)
I was literally just listening to Truce twenty minutes ago. This poem gave me so many feels, I absolutely love it! You seem to be able to put your thoughts down on paper really well. Poems with song lyrics are the best.
(November 20, 2016 - 1:56 pm)
The truth of this poem to you was very palpable, and you did an excellent job of mixing the song lyrics with your feelings. I've never listened to the song, thoug now I want to. And it's very true, writing can definitely be therapy.
I can definitely relate to lying in bed, not being able to fall asleep, and overthinking everything that happened, how I feel, and all the possibilities of things that could happen. Often I would play out conversations with the person in my head. Though the next day, I never actually got around to saying it. I would listen to music too, hunting for songs that expresses how I was feeling. All this happened in the second half of fifth grade, and the first half of sixth grade...I actually created a playlist, with songs of a timeline of my feelings in the order they occurred.
Well, I went on, didn't I? Sorry, enough about me.
I like your poem. Also, although I didn't realize this until I started typing the second paragraph that your poem means something to me.
(November 25, 2016 - 11:45 pm)
AHHH this thread has got to top... I've had so much going on lately that I haven't been able to write anything! But here's one. TOP!!!
Paralian
her song is caught in the ocean breeze
wafting away
over the seas
the tide is high as the sky turns pink
she throws a rock
it skips,
then sinks
salty fresh air
fills her nose
and sand gets stuck between her toes
palm trees sway to a steady beat
right now,
this girl's life feels complete.
(November 9, 2016 - 10:39 pm)
Nice capture of the moment.
(November 25, 2016 - 11:48 pm)