forum If I wanted to start a poem trend would people post their own?

Started May 16, 2019 by @Elliott-isnt-dead! group

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So I was pretty much wondering about all the other poets here on notebook. I was wondering if I was to post one of my poems would other poets of notebook like to join in and post their own….lets see!

Here's one of mine :p
Time is an illusion
Time is an illusion, the abstract of the mind
The winds wander, oh they leap with time
But why must time betray me, with its mischievous smile
It makes things seem slower, how gentle, but sly
Time never remains to its words like a child
You think today is today
but to me, its a cycle
A never ending loop of cries
when people realize what a trial is time
With repent I carry on with time
the deceived still keep what has been left behind
Could it really be a somewhat fake of this world
The false sense of hope
that our minds use as a guide
We live our daily lives not once questioning time
But what if…
Just what if…
Our time is just a lie

It's about time another poetry thread popped up! I just wrote this bean a few days ago

14 Million

Humans making excited noises
Too many options, not enough choices
Too late
Too late
What did the angels feel when they fell down?
Earth's one gray circus, and we're the clowns
We don't understand each other, I confuse me
As kids lay in blood, we talk about bees
We're so numb to ourselves, it's just normal now
We're so bent with our work, we can't even bow
2 is tragic, 14 million's a statistic
The knights are only there to taste the princesses' lipstick
Later
Later
I don't mean to pry, but I'm just so curious
Why would the Creator want to keep making us?
Goodbye
Goodbye
In this world, the saddest eyes aren't red
They're drier than the bones of the dead
Tongues sticking, pale faces, jaws lock
What we're walking through is not mud, sticks and rocks
The fingers spasm from years of mental age
The pencil screams as it crosses out the whole page
And to the hopeless from birth, who couldn't breathe enough to pray
There's no sad song chord, not enough flower bouquets
There's never any time, no attention to pay
There's nobody left to just take one second and say
sorry
sorry.

The Beast Underneath

The beast he lurks under there
He frightens me so with terror
His snarls rumble up above
I can hear them from under there
His claws scrape my bedpost
They sound so dangerous and long
Its only a matter of time before the beast is done
I feel the pulling of of my ankle not wanting to check what is it
For if I were to check I may reconsider this
But what has the beast done now except merely tug my ankle?
As I think this I feel the pain of my side explode with realization
I have been stricken
cut to the side
marked with a edge
It had been the beast…and he was clearly surfacing the bed
I had always thought he would stay down under
Never to come up and wander
But now the beast is here
and it looks like the end of my time is here

n i c e

lol

hold on i'll put one here

wrote this one for my boyf abt a week ago

ancestor language

roots are
sprouting from my wrists, anew;
they twist with slow vigor,
breathing deep, pulsing with light,
with hope.
they seek you out, my darling.
let them take shelter in your heart.
they want to burrow there;
to me, they whisper in ancestor language,
this is home this is home this is
home.

Marching on
Marching forward
Marching to the beat of the tune
humming through bleached teeth
in the lonely desert sand

I'm shit at poems and don't know what I'm doing ever but here's one from a school project

Monochromaticity

It was quiet in the forest, the day the leaves turned grey,
The branches blackened and crumbled, the roots shriveled and turned to dust.
The smoke had darkened lungs, choked where we used to play,
An ache in the bones charred over with flaking crust.

That day, your heart was blackened too, the color started to fade,
It drained bleeding from your eyes, your lips, your nails and scars.
That day, memories stung like tacks, smiles cut like the deepest blade,
The violet crescents under the eyes turned deep as the oceans hidden in tiny jars.

There was black all in the nails, darkened crimson in the veins,
Split lips and bruised knuckles, patchwork hatred in the name.
In your mind you’re clawing up brimstone, but in your heart there’s nothing but bloodstains,
A hundred words all tied up inside, but there’s no one left to blame.

A shell for a dying furnace, rage-sputtered embers burning out in the throat,
The iron casing’s long grown cold with the holes all torn throughout.
Blood’s gone slow with the lukewarm tubing, and the hate is there with the letters all wrote,
Letters wrote of pain and sorrow and love, love you learned to live without.

Here's one I wrote for one of my roleplays! The two characters this is for are honestly one of my favorite couples.

Hide your pain behind a smile
Don’t let the world know, just how bad it hurts
Spend all your time, staring at the stars
Wishing, dreaming, for a better life than yours

But Blue stands for life, not just the color of your world
It stands for holding steady, and willingness to change
It is everything, that brings this world to life

Bloodied knuckles, and pain from fresh wounds
No matter how loud you scream, they don’t seem to hear
Chase the pain because it’s all you know how to feel
Flash a scowl and paint their faces with fear

But did you know Red stands for love, not only rage?
More than just danger, can break you out of this cage
Try letting love in, to brighten up your view

Red and Blue are more alike than you’d realize
Trying as hard as they can, for something better than this
Fire and ice, rage and sadness and fear

But Blue and Red make purple
The color of a night sky filling with stars
And oh the stars shine brightly, but not half as bright as you

is this klance lmao

sksksks ACTUALLY it's two characters based off of klance. But you ain't far off

lmaoo

I would put my poems on here…but there trasshh. Everyone's poems are soo good! I loved reading these! There were so deep and realistic. Honestly at some points, relatible.
Claps for everyone

ur so sweet and probably wrong, post them anyway

Mine are too long to post on here…..

post em post em post em post em

I once knew how to smile. ~~I knew how to laugh. Knew how to tell right from wrong. I knew how to see the truth. I got to see myself die. I stared at the mirror and watched my happiness drain. I seen my life crumble before me. The life I once lived is gone. I got to see my friends live. Seen them talk behind my back. Tell me that they kept my secret when they in reality they didn’t. I got to see them get guys to like them. Seen my parents yell at me for things that I tried to solve. I got put in anyone’s drama and then they left it with me. I was the person to talk to I guess. I couldn’t take it no more. Sometimes i don’t want to commit but if i was walking in the road and car didn’t stop I wouldn’t care. People think everything is alright. People don’t understand the pressure and stress they put on me. I’m a worn out dog, abused and dying. I don’t want people to think that this is meaning them. I want people to know that I lived a good 6 out of 12 years. I think that my pills don’t help at all. All they do is feed my brain fake happiness. I once knew how to love. I once knew how to live. I once knew how to die. I got to see my friends learn to love. They call me a liar Call me a drama queen Call me an attention seeker Call me a nobody. But just don’t forget that you came running to me. You came to talk to me. But what do I get out of it. Nothing. I get nothing but the voices yelling, at me. Tell me to my face that I am a mistake. Joke around about how I am fat, it really gets to me. Joke about me being adopted, maybe I really am. Lie to me about saying that you care. Lie to me about saying you don’t like him anymore. Lies are everywhere, don’t get me wrong. The only difference about them that there are two types of lies. White lies and Black lies. Just like the yin yang. Tell me I’m pretty, i’m really not. Tell me i’m special i don’t think so. Tell me i’m just like you, I have monsters roaming in my body. Tell me a secret then it gets out and you blame me. How special am I to you? Would you even care if I left? Probably not. If i saw heaven and hell and God gave me a choice most of us would choose heaven. I would choose hell. My mistakes, my lies, myself even can’t be forgiven by God. I want you to know that if you feel like i’m pointing this whole thing towards you I’m not. Addiction, is the worst habit. Just like Matthew Espinosa said, “Live simply to let others simply live.” Just like Hayes Grier said, “A real boyfriend wouldn’t hurt his girlfriend.” Just like Jack Johnson said, “ I can’t stand seeing people give up. Everyone has endless potential.” Just like Cameron Dallas said, “ Just remember that you aren’t worthless and that you will get through it, I promise.” Well if that was true why is society so damn harsh on us girls. THEY want us skinny and fake, not depressed also not too skinny not too fake. Then why in the hell do they do it? If I could ask God one question it would be, “Why? Why do the shame us girls, why did it have to be this way?” That would be my only question. I could be doing so much more in this life if society was harsh. I would be able to actually be myself. Maybe just maybe for once I could tell the guy I like how I feel. Maybe just once I could do whatever I want to do. But society had to come and ruin it for us didn’t they. This is the End of the truth. This is where I take my bow and walk off the stage. This is where i leave.

Its probably more of a rant than poem

You guys are so good!

Ravens

Ravens fly past the trees in a swift manner
What a beautiful sight to be seen
The ever graceful flight through the air
Quickly flying for the prey
Ravens stunning looks do not appeal without their elegance
Catching the eyes of any wanderer in sight
Could anyone be as appealing as a raven
The dancing winds could not argue that
What made these exquisite creatures
That plague the sky with nothing but interest
Many might improperly define these animals
But that would never be the case in the use of our intellect for it
The fascination of these birds is not merely from a person
Everything and all take their extent to admire these birds
It's the beauty that we find in even the strangest things
Including Ravens

What do you want?
Why are you following me?
Can't you understand
that I'm a nobody?

Fine.
Have it your way.
Just a warning though,
I'll try to ruin your day.

Flowers, trees,
The smell of pumpkin spice.
All of these things I won't experience,
Because I'm not-so-nice.

Wait, you're still here?
Are you s—ing me?
Just go away!
Leave me be!

Stop telling me I'm alright!
Stop trying to care!
I swear to god
That I'll try to get my fist in your hair!

Don't you get it?
I don't like you!
Don't look at the red on my cheeks!
You…uh…stink like…poo?

Crap.
You actually care.
Crap.
I'm already there.

But you're annoying and teasing
And not very nice!
So why does it feel like
My heart's not encased in ice?

This is tremendous!
So confusing!
Wait just a second…
I-is that a ring?

I-I don't know…
Should I take a guess?
It feels like forever
Eeny meeny miney…

Yes.

~Something that one of my characters would say/experience~

post them anyway

Life and I are playing a game,
It had to do with my soul and his claim,
He tried to hide that he suddenly cheated,
I started an argument, it became heated.
He refused he ever did such a thing,
I showed him proof, he confessed with a grin.
His eyes filled with a wicked flame,
And tells me bluntly, “I never play by the rules of the game.”

^{it's crap and needs work, but that's one of my terrible poems…I wrote in my freshman year I think….?}