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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)

back to the Pudding's Place

(aka) fawn here :) a september poem, no title

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Oh, the terrors of the teenage heart.

We let our stomachs flip at one fleeting meeting of the eyes
and wonder why our chests are so flippant
with their acrobatics.
We catalog our every movement 
with calculated precision,
like one wrong move
will send to object of our attentions
skittering away into some unreachable place, 
like heaven or maybe the stars.
In any case, somewhere we know we don't belong, don't deserve to skitter to.
I suppose I think more about human nature these days.
Maybe it's the turning of the seasons. I always did feel more pliable in the hands of fall.
Why does September have to be so... itself?
Can it not, for one second, fall away from its title, 
shake off the summer at once and give way to October?
September is a month of in-betweens. A month of waiting. Maybe I shall learn to embrace it.
It does have a few breezy days, once you're in the thick of it. I let them wash over me and try not to be impatient when the tide takes longer to reel itself back in than expected.
A windchime, a car whooshing by (like wind in your ears), a bird chirping in the early afternoon air. I wonder at the dread slinking up my spine, and try not to hate my October self before I've even met her.
submitted by limestone, skittering
(September 17, 2024 - 12:35 am)

I've been writing one poem every day on paper, so here's one of the poems I wrote in the beginning:

4 - In My Dreams (8/12/24)

My love dawns on the horizon

Above pale morning hills,

When the first sun rays

Reach my yearning eyes.

My light shines in shadows

That will only steadily grow,

Where tiny flickers of flame

Are all that keep me warm.

My joy seeks me like day

Through dappled summer leaves

And thorned roses that cut

Deep into me, yet I smile. 

My heart is a burst of flames

Bright and vibrant like dragonfruit,

With passion that wavers under

Tears of sorrow, but it still stays

My hope grows wings as a butterfly

Fragile and iridescent colors,

That find me at my most empty

And stays there, like a friend.

In my dreams, I still see you... 

submitted by Moon Wolf, age lunars, A Celestial Sky
(September 17, 2024 - 9:53 pm)

I let you cry on my shoulder 

Like I wish they did with me

Let your headphones, tilted half-on

Leak the Hamilton soundtrack,

You'll always be my little brother

No matter what they say

I'll always believe in you,

'Cause I've seen the way you've been

Here for me, and for so many others.

My pride in you and work work

Won't fade with time, just like our blood bond

For blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb

And so I run my hand down your back,

Soothing in a way I'm normally scared to do

Lest anyone see the fragility I hold within.

I say nothing as you pick your chips of black paint off your fingers

Just watch as you keep your red-rimmed eyes glued to the floor.

I still think it's amazing how mere moments later

You get on stage and exude all the confidence in the world. 

submitted by Jaybells, Lost, at Charybdis&Scylla
(September 18, 2024 - 1:11 pm)

They tell you not to listen

To the haters and the doubters

To the ones who fling their words like knives

But when words aimed to hurt are all you hear

It's impossible not to listen. 

submitted by Poet of Ashes
(September 18, 2024 - 4:54 pm)

it’s like a treadmill, keep running until

you fall off, head over heels and tumbling down the rabbit hole,

it’s upside-down, and the roses are painted red and your make-up

is painted on to hide the shadows under your eyes, because

productivity is lost to tiredness and sleep is lost to nightmares,

that monster under your bed collects your screams in little cans

which is why you never speak your fears aloud,

bottle them up yourself and set sail in a silent sea,

shipwrecked behind glass, a mere specimen,

scared to cry more, but what can you lose when every night

is spent in darkness, alone, so close to that edge,

falling at the speed of a feather, almost as if in a vacuum,

for that would explain why you can’t breathe,

sucking in air as you tumble down and sink into apathy,

for even when it feels a little strange not to care,

it’s not like anyone

cares about you.

submitted by Woodwind
(September 18, 2024 - 10:59 pm)
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