I wrote some poems from the perspectives of Lapis Lazuli and Peridot... Here's Lapis;

We’re Malachite Now

Crushing weight,

Sorrow,

No escape,

Why do I stay?

To make sure you

Don’t harm them

But everyday

I’m here

You harm

Me

Scars you can’t

See

Things you can’t

Feel

Drowning,

Drowning,

Drowning

Far away

I want to leave,

I need to,

But you would bring

Harm to them all

If I do

So I stay,

At the bottom

Of the ocean

Crying

Full of power

Because I can’t quite remember

Who I was before

I only know

We’re Malachite now

And Peridot, this one isn't the best though;

Worth Protecting

My hands were steal,

Cold and lifeless

Now they’re free,

Lively and creative

Now I make

Now I live

But I can’t help

Remembering

When I served

You

Swore my life

And then it went away

I stood up

For myself

And it felt wrong

But now I’m here

I’ve set myself free…

I’ve found the things

On this planet

Worth protecting

Hello! Just a little something I did quickly. I'm more of a singer, so it's not that good, but I'm open to feedback!

Fire is a wond'rous thing,

signaling warmth and fresh-cooked food.

But them who forgets that it's wild, it's them who is a fool.

Blink for a moment, let it unleash it's power.

The spark you cherished becomes an inferno looking to endlessly devour.

Raging into the night, burning bright, finding new heights.

The spirits in the flames dance, calling your name.

Reminding you of the beauty of the fire when it's tamed.

Sooo I found this old poem of mine and I thought I'd put it on here :) I posted another one a while back that was similar but different to this so if it seems familiar that's probably why. Idk why im posting this (it's pretty boring), maybe just to get back into the poem writing mindset lol

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sunrise 

dawn reaches out in vain

cutting light soaked fingertips

against the sharp incongruities

of the night sky,

streaking rosy blood the hue of

melted dreams shifting 

through the cosmos,

leaving the world encased in opalescent amber

until the glowing sapphire 

washes in like a crystalline tide

and drowns out the sunrise.  

I just read through like five pages of these poems, and everybody's so good, and now I kind of want to write a poem so here goes I guess.

I wonder,

do people look at my poems

and think

"Wow,

their style is kinda unique"

because I always feel so boring

using capitals,

and nobody else seems to bother,

but maybe it gives off a vibe

that I like?

Or maybe I'm just too stubborn to stop.

I wonder, 

if I read other people's poems and think they're so cool

and like vivid and stuff

do people think that of mine?

Or am I just the person they're required to compliment,

because I write so much it's rude not to.

I wonder,

are they judging mine when

no-one responds to my poems,

or do they honestly not notice I'm here?

Do I have to shout,

repeat myself over and over?

Or for that matter,

do I have enough energy to? 

I wonder, 

am I wasting anybody's time

when I type out yet another

long,

rambly poem

that probably isn't even that good anyway. 

I was kind of waiting for someone else to post a poem before I post another one, but it's been nearly a day and I wasn't too post this, so here you go.

Tears (written on June 2nd, 2021)

Naive.

Young. 

Irrational.

Inexperienced.

You trail your palm along the wall

of an endless corridor of adjectives,

defining you,

containing you,

shoving you into a box

that gets smaller and smaller with every passing word.

You shudder,

passing a single word.

Your fingers curl and you lean your head against

a cool stone wall.

When you open your eyes,

all you can see is the word,

glaring up at you.

Orphan.

It nahmakes you sound so stupid,

so pitiful,

but your gaze doesn't move,

starting at the word

until hot tears roll down your cheeks.

The wall melts away and you stumble forward,

hitting your knee against a concrete slab. You

look around and realize

they're about to bury you alive

in concrete.

And still all you can think is

orphan.

You wonder if the drops on your face are

tears

or concrete.

You open your eyes, and

there is no concrete,

just a lumpy mattress

and a cracked ceiling

but the tears are still there.

This one was fun for me to write because I'm not an orphan, so instead of writing about my own emotions, I got to write about somebody else's emotions, so it was like writing a fantasy novel except in poem form. 

Hi I'm back again, I should really come onto this thread more often because WOW you guys are all such incredible poets!! For some reason I've felt like venting through poetry recently so I guess here's a little poem dump? Two about being scared of the future (I just started looking at colleges and it's literally terrifying) and one unfinished about the girl I like (who's one of my best friends haha *pain*).

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lifetime

some things end too quickly

even when it’s been a lifetime

and why bother with taxes

when i could lie beneath a willow tree,

listening to the sounds of the forest

and why worry about student loans

when i could have the breeze play with my hair,

feeling my heart beat for the first time

and why learn how college works

when i could let moss grow over my bones,

sinking into the cool earth

and why leave behind everything i’ve ever known

when i could rest my weary head,

forever held in the roots of the world

some things end too quickly

and a lifetime was too short

~

tidal wave (a little more metaphorical)

you can’t stop a tidal wave

no matter how hard you try

no matter how fast you swim

no matter how much you wish

you can only be swept away

along for the ride

pulled out to sea

because no one ever told you

to find high ground

and it’s too late to learn now

it’s either sink or swim

right or wrong

do or die

and you don’t know which way’s up

and you don’t know how long it’s been

and you don’t know where to go

or how you got there in the first place

and it’s been too long

but not long enough

when it’s all you can do

not to drown

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golden (this is the third poem I've written about this girl send help)

mid-morning sun filters

through a window i can’t see

in the glow there’s you and

darling, you’re golden

at the top of the world

your worries soothe my own

sparks fly quite literally and

darling, you’re golden

*insert more stanzas here*