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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)
Wow! I would never thought that people would actually relate to this! As I am the only person in my school who is Greek, it's like I'm what people will remember my culture as...It's kind of complicated to write down...and plus my name is nine letters long and has no nickname. Also what's kind of funny is that I went to a French Immersion school so all my friends from that school pronounce my name in a French accent (like the teachers did). And when I came to a normal school, people where confused because I was saying my name differently, they didn't realize it was always pronounced like that XD. Also does this happen to you, where a substitute is calling names and your peers correct them for mispronouncing your name (this might be because I don't speak up a lot) it's so annoying for me.
(April 24, 2024 - 6:56 pm)
Yeah, like I understand the intention, but it ends up just embarrassing me more when people correct substitute teachers about my name... Again, I think they feel the need to do it because I tend not to speak up when that kind of thing happens. It sucks when you tell a teacher/instructor of sorts your name and they just keep mispronouncing it anyway though, sometimes for multiple years. :/
(April 24, 2024 - 10:32 pm)
My poem for national poetry writing month prompt:
Purple
The lavender fields of my memories—
Build up mountains that are worthy of songs.
Purple is the view that I see today,
When at dusk, hazy velvet clouds fill up the sky,
And tomorrow, the sky may not be blue—
Purple, it shall be, if hope ever sings.
The stars in a galaxy spiral in the night,
Giving me a clear view of the midnight comets—
Purple shall be the dreams of children,
Wishing upon the stars that clouds shade,
Just enough to see a sprinkle of wishes—
Purple is the ink that flows from the writer,
Who wishes their voice were heard,
Yet without speaking a single word—
Purple tomorrow like purple today,
If sorrow ever dreams of happiness.
(April 21, 2024 - 10:28 pm)
People I'm
Greek.
They say:
"Have you
watched
Mamma Mia"
Every.
Single.
One.
It's surprising
How many people
Are blind in their
Mind's eye.
Why?
Because
Mamma Mia
is about
Americans.
When I watch
Hercules
I hear errors
mousska
becomes
mu Saka
I shouldn't
Be offended.
I tell myself.
When I look
at tiropitas
the labels say:
Cheese pie.
I shouldn't
Be offended.
I tell myself.
(April 24, 2024 - 7:09 pm)
I was quite afraid this would happen to me as a person from a Jewish family with a Jewish birth name, where people assume just because you're from a place, you agree with and are just like everyone else in your 'group.' The amount of hate and lack of understanding I see is just not pretty.
Also I'm happy people know about stuff like Hanukkah, but it sucks that it starts getting lumped into the commercialisation of Christmas, as "Jewish Christmas," which, just, no. And I then you see stuff like latke being called potato pancakes and it just hurts.
Also, I'm very interested in the fact that latke and gelt, both kind of the stereotypical/most well-known foods brought up for Hannukah, are very "New World" products. Like. Jews didn't historically have potato or chocolate. Huh.
(April 24, 2024 - 10:46 pm)
I am
Afraid.
Of the
Rabbit.
Not the
Eagle.
Whose
Talons
Could
Sink
Into my
Skin
Or the
Dragon.
Whose
Breath
And size
Could
Scare
The life
Out of
Anyone.
No,
I am
Scared.
Of the
Rabbit.
At night
I wake up
To see
Shadows
Pacing
My walls.
Shadows
Of the
Rabbit.
It has
Come to
Remind
Me of all
The things
I have done.
To prison
Myself.
In the day
I look back
And I see the
Rabbit.
Following me.
It reminds me of
How I have no
Voice.
Around it
Always talking
About my worst
Fears.
I hate the
Rabbit.
With every
Ounce of me.
(April 25, 2024 - 5:33 pm)
This is a really cool idea! I like the thought that something usually considered harmles could be more terrifying than large predators because of the personal meaning ascribed to it.
(April 28, 2024 - 9:26 am)
Did you about
the boat on
the summer
port?
How it creaked
with old age?
Made with sturdy
Wood planks,
worn with age.
It was a miracle,
in such good
condition.
With loving
people there
to restore it.
There was a boat
I used to see
It was old
It stood out like gold
Among the rocks, there stories told
Made with a pine tree
I wish I could see it again
Proof of survival
From the lashing waves
It stands tall.
(April 27, 2024 - 12:44 pm)
She was free
Among the trees,
Running beneath
Sunlight, admiring
The flowers.
She could fly
And touch the sky,
Sifting through clouds
In a wondrous blue.
But then they came,
Taking her away
From the beloved
Nature, and locked
Her away, cutting
Off her wings, and
Extinguished her
Spark. She was
Molded like clay
And hardened into
Stone, to build
The cold bricks that
Hold the city.
The sky was gray,
Like everywhere,
Colors dulled,
Unable to shine.
She is a lucky one
To not be plagued
By dreams anymore-
Some of us still think
That one day we’ll
Fly like the pigeons
Of the city.
(April 27, 2024 - 7:55 pm)
I feel like this is my life's story. This is really such a mood.
(April 28, 2024 - 9:23 am)
words swim on my page
blurring photorealistic sounds magnify
-agnify -IFY [echoing hallways]
doesn’t silence make the world louder?
dissonance softened through time
depersonalized unreactive/oh, you mean me?
focus left in a previous life [before i was a ghost]
curling in on myself
–i turtle–
but that makes everything tighter stickier ickier
shadowy black spirals crowds hyperventilating panic-
but crying is femme and i’m trying to be ok
and observers make everything real
wondering what if i never come back from the edge?
wishing i was anyone else
do some people actually
recognize themselves in a mirror?
not struggle to breathe from chains around their chests?
[no more than eight hours, no more than two]
it’s knowing something will hurt and being too tired to care
i’m [sorry sorry sorry].
i’m [not sure how long i can last]
(April 28, 2024 - 10:17 pm)
Ughhh this is so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33333333
o_O *gasppp* even Feiya says WOWWW!!!!!!!! I am not making this up. That is how amazing this poem is! :D
(April 29, 2024 - 12:24 am)
Looking in the Mirror/Reckless
3:31
come home from school
again
say, "time to be
irresponsible
again"
half-turn and smile
at myself in the mirror
but suddenly I don't
recognize
the girl there.
when did she get
so beautiful? 3:32
this porcelain girl
with her head held high
if I let myself, I could
be her...
she's breathtaking, really
but I'm just me
in my stained green raincoat
and unbrushed hair
and space-y socks
if I touch that girl
she would shatter
into a million
glass-etched
shards 3:35
she seems like a painting,
a surreal dream,
just a memory of who I once was (who I might
become)
she seems so
unreal, but so
natural and it's a bit
scary
is this how others see me? 3:37
I don't know why I try
to hide myself under the illusion
of the girl who just doesn't
care 3:37
I don't know
why
I'm still peeking out
from under there 3:38
it was reckless,
looking in the mirror,
but I think I might be ready
to start taking a few
risks 3:38
the girl in the mirror
is sitting on my front porch
singing with the birds
and here I twist the doorknob-
3:39
(April 29, 2024 - 5:49 pm)
I want to know
Why did Apollo
pick you to guide his chariot?
Is it because
you are a beacon
of creativity?
Is it because
you know exactly
where to take us?
Is it because
you help us visualize
our truth is right at
our fingertips?
Is is because
the light behind you
never fades?
Is it because
you show us what
we can fabricate
from our imagination?
Is it because
you are a master
at gliding though
our waters of unconsciousness?
Tell me!
Tell me, Swan
I cannot hide my curiosity
any longer
Tell me, Sawn
Why did Apollo
choose you to glide his chariot?
I know you are always here,
And I will listen,
to your voice.
So tell me,
Why does Apollo
favor you?
Did you inspire
Him or did
He inspire you?
Is it because
you bring
us all to our best
even if messy?
Or is it just because
you are beautiful?
(April 29, 2024 - 6:52 pm)
Poetry dump!! I've written a handful over the past month, but never posted them... Here's one I wrote today for a contest that's deadline is ...today.
(Inkling says "bycdc". Ig she's saying to do stuff from what the CDC says?)
(April 30, 2024 - 10:47 am)