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)
Yes, seconded. I was going to write my own comment, but Leafy already said everything I was thinking. ;P
(June 12, 2019 - 9:26 am)
The Last Fireworks (inspired by A Silent Voice)
~~~~~
Red and yellow streak the sky
Why, I sob, quivering, why?
Lying pitifully mangled on the floor
Stabbing pain coursing through my core;
Remembering the time that I stood watching
Those same fireworks over that bridge,
Plunging into dark silence matching,
Same as yours over the ridge
Of your balcony, slowly climbing,
Our actions, thoughts, closely rhyming,
Watching the silent blazes screaming,
Almost... ignoring my pleading, gleaming
Of these glassy eyes, I realize
The silent world in which you live,
So heartlessly before, where my sorrow lies...
Oh, but which you too easily forgive.
I apologized in your silent signing
And tried to forget, but this timing
What I felt when I thought of you
Mirroring what I tried to do, too;
But, just in time, just barely
I manage, to grab your hand;
Eyeing you as I fall, warily,
It's okay, I want to reprimand;
But it's too late now;
Too far off the ground;
I know I won't make it,
Still, those lively fireworks alit...
And nobody else the wiser,
I'm sorry, I really am,
You're not at fault, either,
Misunderstandings and issues, quondam.
I just want, at least to see
One pitiful last time
The bright fireworks, blazing free
And your face, now gaping, silent as a mime.
(June 11, 2019 - 4:42 pm)
Over the mist-filled depths,
Woven through the trees,
Faierie fluff, lilting,
Swaying in the breeze;
The long-haired maiden treads
Softly through the waves,
Inhaling the damp, cold atmosphere,
Reassuring darkness like Northern caves;
She pauses, listening intently,
Stalking stealthily as she goes,
Watching the mist waver past her,
Then again halts, spotting creamy rose;
A haunting melody revebrates,
softly through the night,
her ears attuned,
Begging, to be right;
Finally her dark eyes widen,
As through the Silky sea
Appear taidhbhse (Tevshi), and Siren
With Selki, dancing among Daoine sídhe (Dane she)
With their yellow roses,
And fair skin, aglow,
The wind of the sea blows
Away everything, with only her to know.
(June 11, 2019 - 11:19 pm)
(June 12, 2019 - 2:55 pm)
I don't know where this poem came from, I've never been in love before... anyways! This is from the point of view of a poetic guy who's madly in love. I'm doing a screenshot because I like the font I used, plus it's a letter and I added borders on the top and bottom to look like a piece of paper. Here it is:
(June 14, 2019 - 7:59 am)
Ok, so this poem won first place in an official contest at my school, but I'm not sure how well-written it actually is... anyways, here you go!
Sea is for Smile
~~~~~
Grey, dreary, frigid;
That describes today.
But watching the green-blue currents
She thinks, that's okay.
Now she's on a whale watch,
but only to get away.
She's hoping the mist will rise
before they leave the glassy bay.
As if finding her request, reasonable enough,
the fog soon parts its way-
melting away like snowk
on a sunny day.
She watches the water, churning,
like emeralds turning to pearls,
whipping around the hull
rippling away in eddies and whirls.
A playful orca, timid porpoises in a pod,
A couple of minkes, 4 finback whales,
long, graceful strokes are a few Blue
and half a dozen humpbacks spotted.
As she squints through the sea-spray,
hair waving in the soft breeze,
of new her favorite place she-
for the first time
in a long time-
smiles.
(June 17, 2019 - 6:08 pm)
Glass Bottle
~~~~~
On the shelf
Green, clear, clouded;
Ornately designed,
Alone, or at bazaar crowded;
Holding letters, unsent,
Lost in the sands of time;
Caressing, refreshing
Simple, plain, or sublime;
Sparking young imaginations,
Melted, formed in fire's hands;
Easily entered, ardously extracted,
Here at home or in far away lands.
(June 19, 2019 - 11:57 am)
Zirconium
~~~~~
As time screams to a halt
Beyond my mortal ability to
Comprohend what happened;
Darkness encompasses all,
Eventually to melt, dulled;
For the time being
Given life is to be;
Half-heartedly painted
Is a smile on my façade, again;
Just a while longer,
Kill some time while you're at it,
Lost for now, but to return;
Mulling over the past;
Nothing is to come
Of looking back in remorse;
Pointed glares and whispers fading
Quondam's memories;
Responses cut
Short,
Thinned,
Undertaking impossible tasks;
Vehelment protests
Worrying, yet unscathed, for now;
Xenocryst-like in this world, unbelonging;
Yielding inadequately to it's calling; like
Zirconium, in the face of relentless corrosion.
(June 19, 2019 - 12:56 pm)
I do lots of haikus, here's one.
Loneliness
Hiding in a corner
In a busy room, waiting
For someone to come
(June 19, 2019 - 1:05 pm)
(June 21, 2019 - 5:25 pm)
Sorry, for some reason the spacing is off in Sunflower, it's supposed to be 4 lines per stanza, except for the last one, there are 5 lines. I think I'm going to rewrite it...
(June 22, 2019 - 8:02 pm)
(June 22, 2019 - 8:04 pm)
(June 22, 2019 - 8:04 pm)
Soren posted a poem called "Love letters" here with the caveat of never having been in love; I don't know if I love her or just really, really like her, because after all we're only in high school, but I decided to write this poem anyway.
Love letter:
how could i help it? how could i help
falling for you?
you with your distinct handwriting
your musings on philosophy
your passion over long-dead literary figures
and art, and social justice;
you, humming scraps of foreign songs
blinking into the spring sunshine
dancing without regard to who is watching.
i hope you know:
the way your face lights up is impossible to capture on camera.
how could i help it?
you left me no choice.
(June 28, 2019 - 9:02 pm)
@Zeus, I love this poem! It's really relatable and well thought-out.
(July 25, 2019 - 12:18 pm)