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 one I'm kinda eh abt but yeah
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I want to cry but I
don’t want to ruin
my eyeliner
Yet the tears still threaten
to spill
For once,
all the attention is
On me
I don’t want it
Not now
All other times,
I am invisible
Am I only visible when
Looked at through
Special lenses?
How can they not
See me?
I’m sitting right there!
(April 30, 2024 - 10:49 am)
Felt that. I like the image of eyes brimming, eyeliner ready to spill down your face. I feel like I feel like that a lot, and kinda imagine that how I look.
(May 8, 2024 - 12:00 pm)
I wrote this one in my Tanakh class, actually in this handout that was to be collected and read through to be graded by the teacher... No idea what he thought of it (but I do know what he thought of my drawing(s) I did it in, too).
I call this one Wintery Wasteland
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The snow piles up around me
A wintery wasteland
Nothing but a freezing blanket
As far as the eye can see
I’m
all alone
No warmth here
(April 30, 2024 - 10:53 am)
Like the Wintery Wasteland one, this poem I also wrote in a handout that was collected for class, but this time JS. Except this teacher does not appreciate my little doodles/writings, seeing as a I got a point off for it. Like, he wrote that I had great notes, but if I could not draw/write in the margins as much. Yes, he's told me that many times before, but I've also said that if I draw on a seperate paper like he wants me to, the drawings will be more elaborate, and I won't get the notes. Besides, there aren't even that many! and they help me focus in the boring-est class everrr. Anyways sorry abt that but here's the poem:
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Help
I’m drowning
Salty sea water stings my eyes
my head goes down under
I can’t breathe
instead of air, water fills my lungs
Help
the waves batter and push me down
I can’t float
I can’t swim
I sink like a stone
Help
I’m drowning
Help
(April 30, 2024 - 10:58 am)
This is my favorite poem I've ever written, I think. It took a while, too. I started writing it on a sticky note in math class (partially bc math doesn't make sense and partially bc that was the day my teacher said this [abt my math work but whatever] and I just had the idea soo... I also used an idea that I was gonna do for a seperate poem (the queen of in-between part) but I thought it'd work here so yeah. It's really fun to read out loud, bc I get to put emotion in my voice, and choose where I speed up and pause and whatever. Also, typically I write my poems with the weight(?) on the left, like in a normal English paragraph, but this one I like it centered (but it probably won't go through that way). I'd happily explain it more in depth (like, word choices and whatever) but this is getting long so yeah. Oh, and I call it
In My Head
The other day my math teacher told me,
“Oh, you look like you’re doing all right.”
That’s what they all think.
I want to speak, but something holds me back.
Whether my voice won’t work, or
I don’t have the words,
I do not know.
Just another thing I don’t have the answer to.
My heart hungers for touch,
a hug.
I don’t ask.
I’m so cold.
Would anyone miss me if I left?
Would anyone notice?
If I fit in more, would people like me?
If I wore the right clothes, hair?
If I liked the right things, people?
But would I be happy?
But then again, am I happy now?
My mask smiles.
Break down these walls,
And what would you find?
The mask has melded to my face.
How do you support someone
when you’re struggling yourself?
My pain is not visible
& neither is my harm.
I am a desert.
Emotions rage inside me
like an ocean in a storm,
But I will not shed a single tear.
I fear abandonment,
Yet I close myself off;
Don’t get too close.
Never show my true self.
My friends say I’m not good at masking,
but that’s a lie.
You don’t see my misery, do you?
Behold! The Queen of the Land of In-Between
In between friend groups, styles, emotions.
In between citizen & stranger, intelligent & idiot, normalities & stabilites.
Is there something actually wrong with me,
Or is it just attention I seek?
How do I explain what’s going on?
No one listens.
No one cares.
I’m not special.
It’s all in my head, anyway.
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(Inkling says "ufizy" NO INKLING DO NOT CALL ME FIZZY where'd you even hear of that horrible "nickname" anyways???)
(April 30, 2024 - 11:06 am)
I like this one in particular a lot. I'm sorry you feel this way, because I've been in the same headspace and I get how hard it can be. I jhope things get better for you and you can continue writing great poetry. *virtual hug*
(May 7, 2024 - 10:57 pm)
Echo
It is as if my voice
Is trapped by a curse
I cannot ever speak
My own words, I
Am completely
Consumed by you
Every glance you give
Even for a second
Is enough to make my
Day, yet it seems
My tongue has
Disappeared whenever
I try to talk to you
I can only echo
The last words I hear
“How is your day?”
“Your day?”
“Are you doing okay?”
“Okay?”
Although I know that
Your heart must lie
Elsewhere, otherwise
You would have nothing
To be busy for
I still yearn for you
Like a flower does water
In the midst of a desert
Yet with time, we both
Wither away, you
Consumed and I to stone
Is it worth spending
All this time
Only to echo
Your last few words?
(April 30, 2024 - 11:33 pm)
So goodddd! >w< The imagery is great!
(May 8, 2024 - 12:02 pm)
Incandescent
My life has been a blur
Even though my tears
Will not fall, my feelings
Are still on dizzying
Heights, and I worry
From time to time that
One day, everyone,
Especially you, will
Find out who I truly
Am, not the perfect
Citizen contributing
To society, instead a
Hopeless, dying red
Star, wishing I could
Be blue again, yet in
My lowest moment
You brought to me
Light, so incandescent
It could rekindle the
Flame of a red star
You lit in me a silly
Yet everlasting spark
Turned my blur so
Wondrously clear
Incandescent
(April 30, 2024 - 11:41 pm)
It was the summer she started wearing her hijab
That we stopped being friends.
She had been quiet that spring,
Less to talk about and more empty space between us,
Less furious notebook scribbling and more blank stares
As we watched the pear blossoms fall
From our daily perch on the swings,
Kicking up sand, but no longer in search of treasure
No more talks of schoolyard crushes and codenames
And words exchanged in a language no one else here could understand.
She had grown up, while I remained a child.
We were the same age, actually, I was a month older,
But she was a teenager and I just a child.
And so we grew apart.
Fewer whispers wandered their way across the row
In maths class (we were the only two girls in advanced maths)
And the dreamy look left her eyes
And the next time I saw her
She was in a group of fellow girls
Some with hijabs and some makeup
And she passed by me like we had never met,
A high-pitched laugh in her throat
That she never used with me.
It was the winter after our last marching band show
We stopped being friends, I think.
It’s hard to believe,
After all the reverent late-night talks
And theatre and queer, neurodivergent sunset walks
And soul-bearing we’d soaked in after the party lights.
All the times I cried to you on the phone
And you came to me about relationship problems,
Still, we were a guy and a girl who were just friends
And that was great.
But after the funeral you didn’t say a word to me.
When I got out of the hospital it was like you didn’t even notice.
During our last season of theatre you hardly spoke a word to me.
Why?
Maybe you were tired of this, of what we had.
Maybe you saw the void of potential in me I see
When I look in the mirror.
And then you started going out with her,
And we all noticed the way you ignored us.
I think you hate me now.
I really don’t know why.
But it’s like we never met,
We never even see each other in school.
I’m lonely and alone and it happens over and over again.
(May 3, 2024 - 8:50 am)
ahh Jay *hugs* the mood and details are conveyed so well here—
(May 4, 2024 - 7:25 pm)
please please please give feedback, I need help with the ending (actually the whole thing lol it's super disjointed)
look back across the yellow brick road;
can you help me find where i left my happiness?
maybe it simply squeezed itself out of my pocket, drop by drop--
slowly fading like the ambrosia-tiled squares of childhood
(now i live in a dingy mustard yellow, still scared to stray off the path).
i’d met the scarecrow by then, i think,
for i have a brain even if i can’t control my whispering thoughts. somewhere
near when plato became more important than play-doh, maybe,
or perhaps closer to the avalanche that broke the allegory of my cave?
(the rocks landed on my shoulders instead, and now i struggle to breathe like an oh-so-twisted modern atlas).
i’ve found the tin man since then—we are both heartless,
although i envy his ability to cry.
(rose-gold rust is more beautiful than shining silver, anyway).
i was never scared of the cowardly lion. no, i was too numb
to know anything but jealousy because, at some point, fear of mental monsters
just shows that you have yet to become one.
(i saw aslan in him sometimes, i think. but delight, turkish or not, never came).
i still walk to oz, but out of exhaustion, not hope. i expect nothing
more than smoke and mirrors and a punctured balloon filled
with the same hot air whistling around my head.
but i keep going because maybe the wizard can at least tell me why
i’m still wishing to find kansas again.
(May 4, 2024 - 9:14 pm)
I'm sorry I can't give you feedback maybe someone else can later? I can give compliments and what I love though and maybe that could somehow help??? But like I really can't give feedback cuz this is just- perfection. Utter just awe and wow (as a noun, yes). All the different stories/myths strewn in are like familiar and comforting and you take the things we know and twist them/make them yours and go full-circle/use them to connect and you're so clever with it (one of my favorite lines has got to be: "(i saw aslan in him, sometimes, i think. but delight, turkish or not, never came)." so one part of my brain is like "here's something familiar and I love it" and the other part is like "here's something familiar in a new perspective and I love it differently" and even another part is like "that's so clever I love it!!" what great feedback yep yep. and your commas/pauses and "i think"'s and even the lowercase convey a sense of weariness and fit so well. And really each line, by itself, is a masterpiece; I find myself looking back to linger. It's all so well-crafted. Hmmmm. Ok rereading again (not redundant);, Ig if I really had to give feedback, I'd say you could change the "i was never scared of the cowardly lion." somehow bc in my opinion it feels like a switch of tone, and a tell-not-show?? Do with that what you wish :) oh, and it's a bit contradictory because first to say that you still walk to oz, but out of exhaustion and not out of hope, and then you say that you're essentially hoping the wizard can give you answers?? Or at least that's how I'm seeing it (what a great ending line though. what a great every line though.)
but yeah! Hopefully there was at least something useful in there? This is amazing though (I mean, and all the metaphors? :0)!!! :DD
(May 5, 2024 - 1:21 am)
thanks you :D
(May 5, 2024 - 9:05 pm)
I think it flows really well, even if you don't think so! The end also seems all good to me. I really like the dichotomy present throughout, and all the allusions to childhood stories. I honestly love this, but I don't have any criticism. Is there anything in particular you are looking for? (Also can I snatch some ideas and phrases? Some of these are absolutely brilliant!)
(May 8, 2024 - 11:58 am)