Regular poetry thread
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Regular poetry thread
Regular poetry thread (because I'm tired of not editing my poems)
This is exactly what it sounds like! A thread to post poetry. I'm excited to read all of your work!
submitted by Bluebird
(April 30, 2017 - 8:51 pm)
(April 30, 2017 - 8:51 pm)
This poem is called "Covid"
We bought
We went.
We came
We spent.
We were happy
Now we're not.
What changed that
You wonder while tieing your knots.
I tell you what happened,
I tell you the tale,
Of the lockdown
When there was so many fails.
They thought it was best,
We were not aliowed
To do anything but rest
With no work.
Didn't they understand?
Covid was not such a pain.
It was like a cold,
And full of rain.
Our friends too
Were locked away
And I was alone
Wasting away the day.
Finally!
It's all gone!
We have won!
Or have we?
Hope everyone likes it.
(October 22, 2021 - 2:28 pm)
Interesting~
(October 24, 2021 - 8:46 am)
Hi! I really appreciate all the poems you're posting here, Pancake! However, although it might not be bad for some, for many people, COVID-19 is not at all like a cold. People don't have to go to the hospital, be put on a respirator, and have long-lasting side effects when they have a cold. These are all things that have happened to people I know personally due to covid, and many, many other people. And do you know how many people have died? Please look at the statistics on covid from a reliable source, such as the CDC website. And if we hadn't gone on lockdown, it would have been even worse. I get that it sucked being away from friends- it sucked for me too. But it's to save lives.
Basically, look at the statistics. Dealing with the preventable death of a loved one, is, in fact, a pain. Anyone can add with facts (I don't have time for that right now). <3
I understand what you're saying, Azalea, but writers may express emotions from varying points of view. I don't think Pancake meant to downplay the effects of Covid, but rather to express how it's impacted her/his life.
Admin
(October 24, 2021 - 4:21 pm)
Okay. Okay. I was maybe not in the calmest state of mind when I wrote this, and I did overreact, and maybe I missed Pancake's meaning completely, so I apologize for that. And I know changing someone's mind isn't as easy as writing a post on the internet- and I was not meaning to say Pancake couldn't express their emotions about covid- anyone should be allowed to say their opinions that are appropriate for the CB- but there were some things that weren't just that. Anyway, I'm gonna just end this here, because it's not going anywhere. None of this is meant to be hostile at all!! Thanks, Admin :)
*also, side note, some people use pronouns other than she and he, so it's better to use they/them when you don't know :)
(October 25, 2021 - 11:41 am)
I was mainly trying to rhyme when I said Covid was like a cold, but I did think Covid was like a cold. I got Covid, but that's what it was like. A cold.
(October 25, 2021 - 6:43 pm)
"Free'
We were never
Truely free
Even if we are adults,
We still need a key.
Who owns the key
You ask
Curious about the unknown
As if it wears a mask.
The key has been lost
No one to take care of it.
Well, what is the cost?
You say.
There is no price,
You cannot buy it.
Then were is it, with mice?
No, I say.
This key does not belong
To anyone one of us.
It is in our mind,
So stop making a fuss.
But I want to be free!
You shout.
You will see.
I say, unsure of myself.
When? When will I see?
You ask over and over.
When you find the key,
You'll know it.
I want to know now
I want to be free!
You say again.
That's when I flee.
I could not tell you
The key is kept
Locked away
So I left.
I left you alone,
Watching me.
I ran so fast I could have flown.
But I didn't.
You see, the key is locked
Inside a box
with no key.
You cannot get it.
You wanted to be free.
I couldn't help you.
I never came back.
I still think of you and wish I told you what was true.
I hope everyone enjoys this poem.
(October 22, 2021 - 2:49 pm)
I really, really like this one! It's sorta sad and dark and like an unravelling mystery with a tragic end and underlying sense of regret, but in a good way.
(October 24, 2021 - 8:50 am)
If there were no boundries,
We could see
For miles and miles
And be free.
If there was no fire,
We could be cold
Frozen forever
In an hold.
If there was no people,
this world would be
So lonely forever
But it'd be free.
Without Covid,
This world would be happy.
We would see our friends
And not be unhappy.
(October 23, 2021 - 6:23 am)
I wanted to fly
But not in a plane.
I wanted to fly
But not in the rain.
I wanted to fly
But not by falling.
I wanted to fly
By myself.
I wanted to be above the clouds
But not on a skyscraper.
I wanted to be above the clouds
But not on a plane.
I wanted to be above the clouds
But not on a mountain.
I wanted to be above the clouds
By myself.
Why can't I do it?
I ask no one.
Because you do no have that power
Says a voice that makes me wish to run.
I did not listen
I did not!
I learned to fly like a bird.
I never sold all my Yachts.
I learned to fly once.
I could never again.
I didn't want help,
So I jumped of a cliff.
I stared up at the sky.
I saw the snow.
Then I tried to fly.
It worked!
But I could not go up.
(October 23, 2021 - 7:03 am)
Mate, that's dark but sooo relatable. I like your style!
(October 24, 2021 - 7:57 pm)
I'm writing this as I go, it might be bad but I want to write something
Light is a symbol of everything good,
Friendship, love, kindness
However, light can be blinding.
Darkness is a symbol of everything bad,
sadness, death, fear.
However, darkness can be peaceful.
Not everything is always as it seems,
But nothing isn't never as it seems.
i don't know. *is confuzzed* not confuzzled, confuzzed. That was not a typo.*shrugs* don't ask
(October 23, 2021 - 1:05 pm)
Cool! I love the different perspective~
(October 24, 2021 - 8:51 am)
Yes or no
To be or not to be
Those are the
questions
Choices, choices
Choice is our power
Yes
Ours is the hour
Taken away, is
anything left?
No
Just shards who
remain bereft
True freedom –
limitless, unbound
To be
Our own soul, our own
sound
The choices WE defined
Not to be
Just the past we’re
assigned
Know or do not
Gone or be sought
Black or white
Laughter or fright
Choices are
everything
(October 24, 2021 - 2:46 pm)
Where did they go
why am i all alone
i miss what has gone
i miss what has stayed
i want them to know
but what can I say
my life is a tangle
of knots, all a mess
where do i go
from here
i want to say im sorry
for hurting
you
but what can i say
how can i say
im sorry?
where did the words go?
my minds flown a way.
im lost in the helplessness
i didnt mean to
i hit you
i hurt you
i punched you
i took you forgranted
but you stayed
you helped
and i said i was sorry
but how do i tell them?
how do I tell the others?
what do i say?
i love you.
im sorry.
(October 24, 2021 - 3:25 pm)
This is so sad, but in an interesting way. Sounds like a good, angsty storyline if you want to write a larger tale about it.
(October 26, 2021 - 1:25 am)