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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)
Thanks Owlgirl and Autumn!
(November 26, 2016 - 5:42 pm)
I KNEW you were familiar!!!
*tackles with huge hug* So glad to see you again! I was so afriad you had left!!!!!
(November 26, 2016 - 6:26 pm)
Here's a poem to top this thread.
Valiant
everybody has to have a first car, right?
the rust bucket, tin can car
that doesn't run half the time
he bought the one that had been sitting on the curb all summer
1985, the year of 8-tracks and space shuttles
it was 400 bucks and he bought it himself
red as stop signs he ignored, like everyone else
and you had to crank up the window by hand
no heat, no air,
a radio whose static you couldn't understand
that summer, he fixed up the radio right
then loaned it to a friend
who left the door open all night
the radio got stolen
he wasn't that mad
it meant he had something to work on again
there were rips in the seat,
and the polaroid of him that we've framed
shows more rust on the candy-red sides than paint
he said he always liked that car
(it seems nicer in hindsight)
everybody has to have a first car, right?
Author's Note: My dad was talking about his first car today, a (cream colored, not red, sadly) 1975 Plymouth Valiant that was really old and really cheap when he got it. It gave me a lot of ideas...
(December 3, 2016 - 9:21 pm)
IT SNOWED FOR THE FIRST TIME WHERE I LIVE! YAY!!!!!
I know the way I broke the lines up in this poem is weird. I was experimenting. Also I can never end things, so... the ending is very abrupt.
37 Degrees
the grass was still green and the leaves on the trees
were red, and the sun in the sky was a blinding
light
the flakes hit the asphalt and melted
it wasn't cold enough for snowmen, only
catching the snow in your mouth
you ran
jumping through slush and looking
up, at the hundreds of flurries cascading
down, they caught in your hair and burned your face with cold
(you didn't care)
(December 4, 2016 - 2:20 pm)
Nice one, Bluebird! Here's a poem titled Snowflake that I did! It's an acrostic!
Softly, gently, ever falling,
Never stopping till the ground.
Over windows, frost is calling,
Winter whiteness all around.
Floating, flying, on a light breeze
Lightly, lonely, softly, slowly.
And delicate crystals of ice; that will freeze
Keep falling from frosty air until they are lowly.
Ever falling, softly, gently, as they've felt, until the day when they will melt.
Its an acrostic if you were wondering ;-)
(December 6, 2016 - 12:33 pm)
Oh, Leeli, this is beautiful! I can't even come up with rhymes half the time, and you combined it with an acrostic... wow, I applaud you!
(December 6, 2016 - 6:33 pm)
Thank you so much, Bluebird! You made my day!
:D
(December 12, 2016 - 8:35 pm)
sometimes I forget my life
i dream of magic in the night
the world I'm from is full of strife
But I fly in my dreams at night
(December 6, 2016 - 4:37 am)
This is beautiful! Why don't you use your real name instead of ...? That way I can credit you better for this amazing piece of poetry!
(December 13, 2016 - 8:27 am)
This is a Thanksgiving-themed poem, but I thought I'd post it anyways.
November!
I arrive home from school, my eyes weary and mind exhausted,
But just then do I remember what day it is!
Hours pass like water slipping through open hands,
Dripping away until it is finally time.
As I wait in my room, fingers desperately typing
A novel,
Thick, meaty wisps waft through the air,
Smelling of poultry perfectly prepared.
Drifting from the kitchen and winding its way into my room.
I squirm with excitement, knowing it’s only
Minutes until it’s time,
Then toss my computer aside when I hear the call of
“DINNER!”
(December 9, 2016 - 3:08 pm)
This one made me hungry! Nice poem, Clouded Leopard!
(December 11, 2016 - 4:26 pm)
Hey this thread is amazing! Is it ok if I write some poetry as well?
(December 10, 2016 - 10:32 am)
(December 12, 2016 - 10:36 pm)
Top!
(December 12, 2016 - 1:37 pm)
This is mine, its reeeeeeeealy short and not very good:
Music
It makes me wont to sing and cry,
I dont know why
I can go anywhere, do anything
I just need music to take me there....
Everyone else's is way better but whatever
(December 14, 2016 - 11:04 pm)