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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)
Great poem, Leafpool! I really like the emotion of the poem. I like it when poems capture a moment so brilliantly like this. If you are interested in hearing my impression of NYC as someone who has been there (I decided to put it in poem form because I was inspired by you) (to clarify, I live right near DC and have been there many a time.):
people say dc and new york city are both
big cities
they compare them, even.
but new york is so much bigger
so much more
dc is a big city like townhouses,
murals, sidealks, stores, people.
but there is a law that says that no building can be taller
than the washington monument,
so it's limited, and you can always see
that white obelisk.
downtown it's:
a few short office building,
more metro signs
all marble and columns and museums
and still, so green.
in the right places, you can even smell the potomac.
but new york is tall, so tall;
there is no law that limits it.
it's all gray and angular and
on cloudy days you can't see the tops of the buildings,
and even when it's sunny you have to crane your neck
it's all ads and people and cars and sidewalks and buildings and people and trains and buses and people
and times square and the empire state building, etc.
there are some museums, too, though.
and the library has two marble lions
and columns
but it is still gray instead of green
and so, so much bigger.
Haha that ended up also being a love letter to DC-- oh well.
(October 23, 2018 - 3:27 pm)
Here's the new one:
uncaptured moments
a dropped seashell
necklace
half-buried among the small rocks and
crab shells
with a broken cord
layers of dried seaweed in
rows down to
the ocean alternating with rocks
and the sand
follow them down to the water's edge
the cold salt
water waves ever flowing over the
shore
one after another always
coming in going out
pulled by gravity
grey sky meets the water and
the islands
the sand is partly rough and rocky and
partly smooth
but always wet
up above, two seabirds wheel and cry
below the clouds and
seaweed washes up on the sand with
the waves
there is no one here besides the gulls
but there are two pairs of
footprints close together in
the sand
soon to be erased by
the coming
tide
(October 19, 2018 - 3:56 pm)
That's so pretty and tranquil, I love it. The imagery is lovely.
(October 19, 2018 - 9:55 pm)
who doesn't love executive dysfunction?
you’re lying on the floor.
your head is full and foggy,
consciousnesses saturated with exhaustion,
leaden brain and hazy limbs,
this kind of idleness brings no
relaxation, a manic inactivity.
you gotta do something.
come on. come on.
it isn’t so hard, you just have to move.
draw something.
you don’t even have to ink it.
you don’t even have to ink it,
he says, and he grins and winds his scarf around
his neck and he’s right—
why is it so hard to do the things you love?
it’s functionless fingers, steepling slow and
sticky like molasses.
you’re made of lead and ice and glass and
your hands are so cold,
a piece of you has hardened itself
into a beast
gaping maw and aching jaws stretched wide
inset with too many
tear-streaming eyes.
and you have fallen into the depths of this
self-made prison
the creature breathes around you,
you feel yourself shaking.
god. you’re so tired.
come on. come on,
they scream.
you’ve got to do something.
——
Hello, I am back and I have poems. Some of my stuff I'm not sure whether I've posted it here, so if you recognize something I post it's probably just because I forgot that I already did. This one I wrote about a week ago, it sounds a little odd since I had to edit it because of swearing.
(October 19, 2018 - 9:58 pm)
Oh, this is so good! I love poems written like this, with a narrative but lots of description and the way the lines are split. It's written so well that any reader will somehow feel they resonate with the author. Gosh, I love this poem XD
(October 20, 2018 - 10:29 pm)
Ahh, thank you so much!
(October 21, 2018 - 11:41 am)
Wow that's good. I love love love your style--it's so cool! I love the wordiness and the description and the feels. ;)
(October 21, 2018 - 12:30 pm)
I'm quite sure I don't know what this means, myself. I think maybe it's about death. I was just reading The Book Thief (highly recommend-- great book I never would have picked up on my own), and I put it down to use the bathroom, and this came to me.
untitled
everything will fall, and it won't matter which direction,
the dust will settle all along the inside of our bodies
our empty eyes
will pierce the space in front of us
and we will understand.
(October 20, 2018 - 1:48 pm)
Squinting against the glare
Light hurts
I flip the switches
No light
Casts no shadows
On me.
Contrast
Inside and outside
Burns between
Me.
Noise in the dark
Turns it up
Sound shattering
Me.
Why
(October 20, 2018 - 9:16 pm)
@Admins, did you not post my poem? (Titled "Teenager") I don't mind- it was a little overly romantic for the CB, and it was true- but I'd like to know.
Right. It was not appropriate for CB.
Admin
(October 21, 2018 - 7:17 pm)
Oh, yeah, I think that happened with one of my poems too. Oops.
(October 28, 2018 - 1:29 pm)
hey! I just wrote a poem a few days ago, after a discussion with my friend about popularity.
A tree
Stands alone.
Forlorn,
Forgotten.
Unbidden,
Unwanted.
Its hunched trunk
Fighting weakly
Against the bitter
Harsh
Wind.
Surrounded
By snow.
Stark white
Cold
Unforgiving.
As the other trees
Turn away
Shun
And slowly break
The once beautiful tree.
Whose golden-red leaves
Once waving proudly in the breeze
Now fell softly to the dirt
Crumbling
To dust.
But then
Spring arrives
Bringing with it
Flowers.
Brave,
Wild,
Hopeful flowers.
And a message
To the lonely tree
They seem to whisper
Don't give up
Be alive
Be all your own.
And the tree,
Broken,
Bent,
And seemingly hopeless,
Now stretches its branches
And reaches
For the June-blue sky.
not my best poem, that's for sure.
also, does anyone happen to know if the poetry contest thread is still going on?
(October 28, 2018 - 1:52 pm)
Wow, Twirlgirl, I really like that! And, also, WHAT IS THIS DOING ON THE SECOND PAGE??!?!?! TOOOPPPP!!!
(October 28, 2018 - 2:33 pm)
10/28/18
——
sometimes i sicken myself
with how lucky i am, how happy—
i count on my fingers and toes these reasons to smile,
a quilt of breathless joy knitted of
grins and slotted fingers and stolen sweatshirts and
inside jokes and
laughing until i cannot breathe
three am unselfconsciousness,
“dancing queen” and bathroom harmony,
family dinners and halloween.
its clandestine beauty makes my stomach turn,
in fear or guilt, perhaps,
and so last year’s sorry self has risen,
pale and wraith-like,
glitching translucency imprinted within empty eyelids
fingers trembling and bloodshot eyes, drunk
on a pulsing cocktail of love and hatred
(for you, all for you),
jealous. angry. monster. (me.)
a memory of pain pulsates in my left temple.
time has dulled the throb, yet
in retrospect, now possessing contentment
to compare against the throat-squeezing sadness,
i wonder sometimes how i made it through at all.
i walk the path of least resistance.
somehow, now, it is easier to be happy,
to tug on bright galoshes and trudge through the muck
shut my eyes afix a smile
it’s not there if you can’t see it.
oh, okay, perfect, perfect, i say and believe it,
i’m so perfect, it’s so perfect,
(except that, darling, i don’t ever see
you).
(October 29, 2018 - 9:21 am)
That's beautiful.
(October 30, 2018 - 12:00 pm)