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)
weightless in the air
sky above, clear and azure
how long 'til I fall?
(January 7, 2021 - 10:49 pm)
Ooh, this is interesting!
It's so peaceful, but then that resigned inevitability of falling... Who's talking?
It seems like it might be a star, or maybe even the sun, but it's still quite mysterious.
(January 10, 2021 - 3:21 pm)
I rule the heavens
And all those beneath
And as for my throne
I'll need never bequeath
Or so
I once
thought
But soon I'll fall
To the sea,
The star-kissed sky
The only memorial of me
And the long serpent
Below'll
Swallow me whole
And that'll be the end--
Until tomorrow...
(January 10, 2021 - 3:40 pm)
Ooooooh! If someone had asked me to write a poem fromt the perspective of the sun, it wouldn't have been good. But you did great!
(January 10, 2021 - 7:59 pm)
Wow, the detail is so prestine. It didn't fully register with me that it was about the sun until the last line, and then it kind of clicked. The imagery is amazing, as usual. Good job!
(January 10, 2021 - 10:18 pm)
@Snazzycakes; Yah, it was specifically the journey of Ra. I don't think I'd ever really covered that before, so it's good thing it turned out well!
@Silver Crystal; Haha, I love when last lines click everything into place, thank you!
(January 11, 2021 - 1:44 pm)
Lol more pining poetry, send help
This time it's an almost-tanka:
~~~~~~~~~~
There was once a time
When you were just another
Girl, but now you're more
Now I'm head over heels for
you, but will the world accept it?
(January 12, 2021 - 8:14 am)
Whoa. I wouldn't know for sure, but I think that perfectly captures the feeling of loving someone, but your genders making it so that the world doesn't accept it. But in only six lines! Again: Whoa.
(January 12, 2021 - 4:27 pm)
In the verdant shade
A clear crystal pool
Lined with water-worn stones
Beneath grey-scaled sky
A girl stands alone
Adorned by glimmered reflections
and shadows of trees
In the glassy burbling
She is not
instead alone with the wind.
(January 12, 2021 - 8:29 am)
Through the dim
Lights blare thick and thin
And it always makes me
wonder
Whether it be in stage wing
Or in the chaos of waiting to sing
The people-filled noise makes me
Fade out
And suddenly it feels like
I'm gone, just a ghost among the living
Everything no longer riveting
Mind off to another place.
(January 12, 2021 - 8:40 am)
Wow, this is exactly how I feel when I'm in a crowd of people. You just kinda feel yourself disconnenting with everything and theres a lot a noise but it sounds like white noise in the back of your mind. It's always amazing how you manage to write stuff that connects to personally with people.
(January 12, 2021 - 1:13 pm)
Thanks! I think I just spend too much time thinking and listening, but not enough talking so poetry sort of serves as a stand-in?
(January 12, 2021 - 3:31 pm)
Sometimes night isn't for sleeping
But dancing up to the sky,
Star-secrets a-keeping;
At those times I just get spirited away
Where night-mares are leaping
And prancing, and never start to bray.
Those times where the moon sings
Her woeful, silvery songs
And we all get lost
In a maze of stars,
Where trees are golden and silver
And laden with gemstones and amber
And everyone
always
has a glorious time.
But then the dawn breaks, her rosy colours blossoming
Like cherry petals, their beauty prone to dissipate
And when I look around everyone's already gone,
Scurried off to hide, faded off with the night,
Or plain too tired to stay out any longer
And as the last of the stars
Break to retreat.
I promise I shall never
Forget about Night.
(January 12, 2021 - 8:56 am)
"Where trees are gold and silver/and laden with gemstones and amber" was such a pretty line. I got sorta a feel like above the sky that we see, the stars are the ground and that forest grows above it. Very asthetic :)
(January 12, 2021 - 1:10 pm)
Covid is like a child
Sitting in the center
of
your bowling alley in the
middle of a
game,
preventing you to go forward
But like everything in life,
there is a way around
this obstacle.
You will manage to get your bowling ball past the child
and knock down
all nine pins
(January 12, 2021 - 3:33 pm)