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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)
Ooh, I like this analogy! It presents quite the unique perspective~
(January 12, 2021 - 11:10 pm)
When the sun
And the earth
Were born,
Mother universe
Smiled down at
Her children.
She did not know
What calamities
Would befall
Sister earth.
Now the sun
Scowls down
At us humans,
Intruders
On the surface
Of his
Dear sister.
We are bugs,
Parasites,
pests,
But he cannot remove us.
We are too resilient.
Destroying us
Would destroy
Earth, too.
So he scowls,
And waits,
For the day when
He knows he will,
as Mother Universe decreed,
destroy his sister.
Best not
do it too soon.
(January 12, 2021 - 5:15 pm)
Oof, that's sort of scathing. I like the folk-talesy style it's told in, almost reminiscent of African myths, while at the same time being a cool meta-commentary. Nice!
(January 12, 2021 - 11:12 pm)
Whenever I close
My eyes, I see
Your shocked face,
As if you
Wouldn't have
Done it, too.
I try not
To regret my actions,
I tell myself,
It’s better to be
The one who left
Than to be the one
Who was left behind.
Whenever I stare
Out to the sea
I remember
The cruel look
On your face
When you walked
Away from me.
Why did you it?
I wouldn’t have
Done it, too.
I wish you’d stayed…
It’s so much worse
To be the one
Who’s left behind.
(January 13, 2021 - 2:04 pm)
Perspective is everything! Gah, this reminds me of a personal story, and it's so... poignant? It's great!
(January 13, 2021 - 5:31 pm)
I'm not the kind of person who likes to wallow
in what could have been,
But sometimes late at night, lit by sad
Electrical lights on a nice couch
In a nice house
My mind starts to wander, and even I
start to give in.
What would've happened if I'd made a different choice?
If I'd chosen to stay
Instead of climbing to where I am today?
Would I be happier?
Would I be freer?
Would I be a long-gone shadow?
Perhaps.
But that's not what happened,
Leave behind no regrets,
And just keep moving forward.
But that's just how I want to be,
How I usually manage to be,
But it's not the true
cracking,
crumbling,
cast-down-from-heaven me.
Wanna go home!
Wanna go home...
Cries the little girl in me.
But she's fading, losing herself,
Rocking 'til the pain stops;
But it never does.
Wanna go home!
Wanna go home...
But there's nowhere left to go back to.
(January 13, 2021 - 7:53 pm)
Oh gosh, this is so ominous. This reminded me of the song Thank Goodness from the play Wicked, where Glinda the Good Witch is telling herself that she should be happy in her life, when she's really miserable (That's why I couldn't be happier/though it is i admit/the tiniest bit/unlike i anticipated/still, i couldn't be happier/because happy is what happens where your dreams come true/well... isn't it?).
(January 13, 2021 - 11:00 pm)
Whoa. That is just too good.
(January 14, 2021 - 7:11 pm)
Sometimes she just wants to sulk.
Sometimes she's too sad, too tearstained
From yesterday-night to want to go to school.
Sometimes she wonders, will anyone even notice?
No one does.
She's invisible from behind the screen.
No one can hear her
from behind her cheerful "G'morning!"s in the class chat
No one will ever know
Because her camera's off, and so is the light in her eyes.
She doesn't care anymore.
(January 13, 2021 - 8:00 pm)
This is painfully relevant. The fact that I can just click my camera off and no one would know... it's kinda scary. Some of my teachers make us turn on our cameras, but most of them don't. 'Because he camera's off/and so is the light in her eyes' was very haunting.
(January 13, 2021 - 11:02 pm)
Oh gosh, same.
(January 14, 2021 - 8:48 am)
iliotropio: Sunflower
~~~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes I watch you
With your vibrant, lively colours,
Chasing that wildly unattainable dream.
Why give your all
To someone who'll never look at you
For what you are, only to trample
You beneath his feet?
Someone who'll outshine you
When you try to stand by his side
And suck the life from you
'til you're gone and shrivelled.
Why do you seem to glow
when he shows up every day
Beaming, face following him
No matter what the world'll say?
Why won't you listen when others
Could give you so much better?
You pitiful fool, chasing the sun itself
In an endless, predestined-to-fail quest...
Should I despise you for your naïvety
Or admire you for that zealous zest?
(January 13, 2021 - 8:20 pm)
IT RHYMES AHHHHH IT'S A MIRACLE
Sometimes when night’s
As dark as night
Can be,
I forge a path
Through dark,
And me,
I cry out to the night.
Says he,
I shall not stop,
I shall not go,
Night is a-swinging,
To and fro,
For when I come,
And when I came,
And when,
In future times,
Will come,
Night smiles at me
And holds me tight
And we go rocking
Through the night,
As one.
(January 13, 2021 - 9:07 pm)
Through the stinging rain
He stands
Paved streets kicking up
Lost drops
Throwing them back
to the sky
From which they came--
Or at least trying
He feels not cold nor sad
At the shower
That peeks through the leaves
And gloom-
Filled sky, laced with silver--
Only peace.
Yes, the rhythm drives down
On him
And he is filled with unimaginable
peace.
(January 13, 2021 - 9:28 pm)
Ooooooooooh yeeeees. I've always wondered why the world doesn't like rain, when rain is so beautiful. You've managed to capture it's peace and beauty perfectly.
(January 14, 2021 - 7:14 pm)