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)
excuse me, doctor?
i think my internal prism is malfunctioning.
well, everything is sort of a monochrome gray. is this a common problem?
yes doctor, i know you didn’t study spectroscopy in college. i just think—
but surely you can just request a new one? i’m quite sure it’s covered by my insurance, i checked.
broken beyond repair? therapy?
but what if i start seeing in color and it just doesn’t feel like me anymore? fixed, but at what cost? i don’t know if i can afford that, doctor.
well, no, but i’m getting rather used to the shadows and i don’t mind them, really. it’s just on bad days that—
i wouldn’t say that every day is a bad day, exactly. they just all sort of blur together and i don’t remember the last time i really cared about something.
no, i don’t wear glasses. my eyesight is fine, i just can’t seem to see any hope right now.
contacts? no, doctor, i don’t think that’s going to help.
doctor, i think you’re missing the point. i’ve just forgotten what color laughter is.
no memory issues, thank you for asking. i’m just so tired, doctor.
alright, i can call you back. i don’t know why i really expected you to help, anyway…
after all, doctor, you can still see joy.
(May 10, 2024 - 11:33 pm)
The way this is written is very interesting! I like how it's only one side of a dialogue, but you (or at least I) can tell exactly what the doctor is saying. But also this hits way too close to home. I feel very seen. Shall we waltz in the Forest of Depression together? :D
(May 11, 2024 - 3:58 pm)
Wow, this is really good. Like Jaybells said, the way it's one side of a conversation is intriguing, and the whole idea of expressing your unhappiness htrough "medical" issues. Your poetry is always so well-written and unique :)
(May 18, 2024 - 9:14 am)
Here is one of my favorite funny ones I've made:
Roses are red
Gluttony is a sin
My paitence for you
Is wearing very thin
(May 11, 2024 - 3:50 pm)
Spring Afternoon
My spring afternoon
Was spent writing
Not a story, but a song
Yes, a song, written
With piano notes, a
Small melody but only
Twelve measures long
An amateur’s attempt
At creating masterpiece
Yet I cannot stop
The feeling of satisfaction
That I have created
Music of my own
(May 11, 2024 - 8:24 pm)
the open windows
I hear
the turquoise ocean waves
hitting the sun baked rocks
and
the muffled voices,
happy voices
I breath
the salty air
no longer
stinging my lungs
I see
the lush green of
the lemon trees
and
the murky green of
the olive trees
that cover the mountains
like a hand knit blanket
I smell
blood red pomegranates
and
deep purple and green figs
and
The translucent yellow of olive oil
wafting through from
the bright farmers market
full of colorful hand picked, local
ripe fruit
and
fresh vegetables
And I wake up
into a grey,
grey
world
Where I rush,
rush,
rush,
to get where?
And where I
frown,
no sleep
come home to find that
anger, hovering,
my mind is
heavy
too
much
thoughts
too
little
time
the sun
hiding behind
the clouds
too hot
too cold
I finish
but more,
more and more
stacked up.
sadness spreads like
fire
burning inside me
I race but it
gets farther and farther
away.
(May 12, 2024 - 1:33 pm)
you don't notice it?
the hay pricking your ankles,
the blazing sun suspended in your eyes,
the cloying scent of cheap ice cream,
the broken clocks?
the soft bed of hay,
the cloudless days,
the sweet smells and sticky fingers,
the ticking no longer ringing in my ears?
oh yes,
I notice it,
just not the way you do.
you don't feel weights sewn
into the hem of your skirt?
don't feel their gaze cementing
your shoes into the sidewalk?
don't lose your breath when
they whisper in your ear?
they stitch smiles in my seams,
pour pride from their eyes,
fill my lungs with warm whispers.
you're not suffocating here?
suffocating?
I can't breathe anywhere else.
(May 12, 2024 - 6:12 pm)
Pretty~ I like the different interpretations through a separate lense.
(May 13, 2024 - 8:19 pm)
thank you! it was a fun concept to play around with.
(May 14, 2024 - 10:58 pm)
Wow I really like this one!! I like how the writing shifts from two different perspectives, almost like two people are talking to each other. This sparked some new ideas in me too...
(May 14, 2024 - 6:58 pm)
thank you! the prompt for this was a conversation in poetry form, so I'm glad that comes across!
(May 14, 2024 - 11:00 pm)
For school I had to write a poem using the same trope, feet, and rhyme scheme as The Destruction of Sennecherib. I'm proud of it!
In the home of my childhood I knew of a tree,
I remember the branches I'd climb high and free.
In the summer the leaves are the brightest green hue,
And I'd love to go back and to share this with you.
In the autumn the tree is a fiery red,
And a crown of deep gold will then rest on its head.
In the wintertime snow and hail beat my dear tree,
But it always stands tall and continues its sleep.
In the spring the old tree blossoms out in bright white,
And it's really the loveliest, prettiest sight.
As I sit on the train, looking out, I can see
That most beautiful, perfect and wonderful tree!
(May 12, 2024 - 7:20 pm)
The sunshine on my face
Slanting from the window
Makes me feel like I’ve
Touched a blurry memory
From the past, it felt like
Innocence, happiness,
Slipped away long ago
My fingers draw against
The glass of the window
Wishing I could feel
It again, even if it is
Only a wisp of nostalgia
If only to feel young,
Even if it was only my
Imagination…if I still
Have that, and the sun
Is setting below the
Horizon, turning the sky
Pink and orange, and
I long to enjoy sunsets
Again, like the characters
From my old books, how
Long have they been just
Sitting dusty on the shelf?
But all I can think of is
How the night will come
Soon, and another day has
Ended without me doing
Anything meaningful, nor
Feeling anything meaningful
Again…as the sun dips
Below, the moon drifts up,
The stars appear, and I
Turn away, tears glistening
At the corner of my eyes,
A faint, sorrowful smile just
Lingering
(May 13, 2024 - 9:15 pm)
the cage
some people are
Born with it
some aren’t
some people
Obtain it
the cage has
No lock only
steel
Bars
some people
Paint it black or white or
Fake happy-pink
some people
Don’t, showing the cage
in hope
Someone will give them the key
even though
There’s no lock
you can hang
Fairy lights
make it cheery to
Lure people in
making it a mask of Happy
And passing on the cage
to get
Out
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I am so SO proud of this
(May 14, 2024 - 7:19 pm)
heh enjoy my brain~
i can’t
breathe
and i’m shaking with every inhale but not enough to be noticed
and each gasp breaks from my chest like an overzealous third grader told to ‘tear along the dotted line’ but my lungs aren’t perforated
so i’m
uncontrollably
asphyxiating and
i can’t
stop
because i can’t focus on anything else and i must’ve left my self control in another dimension but we haven’t discovered parallel universe travel yet
and i’m
wondering
if you can hear me can anybody hear me someone please
please know i’m shuddering and alone on this crowded train and my mental mask is slipping but you
you don’t need to stay six feet away even if that’s what i tell you when you ask
because can’t you see i’m not brave enough to tell the truth like i’m not brave enough to be ok or to even breathe
and i’m
so scared
and it’s all
my fault
and if i send you this poem or ramble or whatever mess this is turning into can it be enough
because i think if you asked me ‘how can i help’ or ‘are you ok’ one more time i’d still lie if only because
i can’t
breathe
(May 15, 2024 - 8:13 pm)