forum POEMS post 'em here my friends!

Started February 07, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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Wow!

I just made a few more (also possibly dug up a few):
(these ones won't make sense to anyone but uh. Coughs violently)

Three
Well.
Two
I guess this is the end.
One.
Looking back… My life has been nothing but failure.
Zero
He attacks, his fists beating me into a pulp.
Merciless. Aggressive.
Laughter. I see my old, dear friend beckoning me to join him
It's finished

Screams. Chaos. Destruction.
All of this caused by a little girl.
A group of soldiers aims at her.
But they do not fire
Because she wore an innocent smile

Cold. Hungry.
Walking barefoot on the concrete
While the rain pours down
I look to my right.
A window shows what could've been:
A family eating dinner. Laughter. Joy.
I look to my left.
A window shows what happened.
Blame. Mocking. Disdain.
I continue on this path,
constantly looking to my right and left.
But only time would tell that what I needed
Was straight ahead.

_{good lord these are ten times worse than the last ones-}

God okay sorry I can't help myself

There is someone I know
Who means the world to me
Their beautiful mind.
Dark. Twisted. Dangerous. But beautiful.
Their loyalty.
You could do a backflip into a black hole and they would follow
Their kindness.
How are they so kind? So forgiving.
Even after being kicked down by me, they forgave
A liar.
But isn't everyone?
A sociopath.
Who said sociopaths were bad?
A monster.
I'm a monster too, so what?
I would not trade this dear friend of mine for unlimited power
I would not trade them for all of the wealth in the world
I would not trade them for true love.
I will not trade them for anything.
They helped me through my darkest times
Dried my tears
Bandaged my wounds
Kept me safe.
I love this friend of mine.

{Wants to post poems but doesn't want to post poems}

{Wants to post poems but doesn't want to post poems}

(psst you totally should)

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(psst you totally should)

(unless if you're totally uncomfortable doing so-)

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(psst you totally should)

(unless if you're totally uncomfortable doing so-)

{FINE ONLY BECAUSE YOU'RE MAKING ME}
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(psst you totally should)

(unless if you're totally uncomfortable doing so-)

{FINE ONLY BECAUSE YOU'RE MAKING ME}
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(uwu)

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
These are all really short because
a) I feel like my poems turn out better if I don't try to drag them out
b) These are literally just my thoughts, but more structured and with fancier word choice.
Oh, and there are mentions of depression in quite a few of these.
Here goes nothing…

Act like a tiger
Wild eyes and loud voice
But hide my stripes
Long sleeves and concealer

I keep forgiving the unforgivable
It’s okay, it’s not a big deal
Play it off like it’s forgotten
Let you believe we’re fine
But on the inside
Die

When will we become
More than
Awkward smiles and
Across-the-room stares?

Tear each other down
To build ourselves up,
Make bad decisions
So that we seem careless,
Steal each others’ ideas
So that we seem original,
Put in the effort
To make ourselves noticeable,
And hide the tears
To make it all seem effortless.

Yet
If I lose you
Who do I have?

Maybe
Being less careful
Is a sign that deep down
I want you to know.

At 5:55 today
You said
“She won’t let herself be happy”
You weren’t talking about me
But you might as well have been.

Thank you for caring.
Or
At least
Pretending to.

There are no
“Good old days”
There are only days before
The pain set in.

I don’t like blue skies
They make me feel like
I should be happy
But I am not.

I wonder if
Someday
I'll regret ignoring your calls.

Keep catching you staring
Why?
There’s nothing here
For you to see
There’s nothing that is
Special about me
Maybe because
We had something?
Well, that was years ago
But…
I’m not quite over it.
Are you?

Isn’t it funny that
I used to be unable to go a day without you
But now I can go for weeks
Without seeing your face?

I know
It seems like
I don't want to speak to you
You don't annoy me
I just don't have the energy to talk.

I turned
Found you
Our eyes met
I didn’t smile
Just stared
So did you
And I thought
“When?”

I wonder if you
Spend your nights
Killing yourself over
The little mistakes
Too.

I love it
When you
Play the victim.

I never stopped loving you;
When you walked away,
When you hurt me,
When you burned our bridge,
I never stopped loving you.

When I see you
I want to see
You
and
Your smile
But all I see
Is a compilation
Of useless poems
I write,
The things I wish I could
Say to you.
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see poems
But to look at you and see you
For it has not been that way
For a very long time.
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see ink
But to look at you and see eyes
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see words
But to look at you and see lips
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see pages
But to look at you and see skin.

Isn’t it funny
To think
Someday we’ll look back
On the nights
When we cried
Until we were sick
And we’ll think
“Those were the good old days”

I say
I miss the place
I say
I miss the time
I say
I miss the feeling
I mean
I miss you

The hardest thing
Is realizing
You had true happiness
And didn’t take advantage of it.

I spired by the picture prompt, I whipped

Traveller

Thought the forest
Over the hills
Wind and rain fight

A traveller remains
Holding a bright light
To pause the light of day

A traveller looks for treasure
In the depths of the sea
And in dark caves
Without a light
To guide him on his way

A shining light in the dead of night
In a crowded city's way
The traveller wakes
And walks away
Leaving an endless tale

Looking for love and loving for the lost
A traveller stays to pray
His heart is heavy
And face is wet 
And darkness steals the day

Lost in the forest the traveller is
He cannot find his way
Wind and rain talk in hushed whispers
As the traveller comes before them

The day is new but the travellers gone
An endless tale is all there is
His treasurer scattered in the sea

The traveller is gone but his stories live on
In the hearts of those he would meet

I wrote this one just a few moments ago

Maybe
Being less careful
Is a sign that deep down
I want you to know.

At 5:55 today
You said
“She won’t let herself be happy”
You weren’t talking about me
But you might as well have been.

Thank you for caring.
Or
At least
Pretending to.

There are no
“Good old days”
There are only days before
The pain set in.

I don’t like blue skies
They make me feel like
I should be happy
But I am not.

I wonder if
Someday
I'll regret ignoring your calls.

Keep catching you staring
Why?
There’s nothing here
For you to see
There’s nothing that is
Special about me
Maybe because
We had something?
Well, that was years ago
But…
I’m not quite over it.
Are you?

Isn’t it funny that
I used to be unable to go a day without you
But now I can go for weeks
Without seeing your face?

I know
It seems like
I don't want to speak to you
You don't annoy me
I just don't have the energy to talk.

I turned
Found you
Our eyes met
I didn’t smile
Just stared
So did you
And I thought
“When?”

I wonder if you
Spend your nights
Killing yourself over
The little mistakes
Too.

I love it
When you
Play the victim.

I never stopped loving you;
When you walked away,
When you hurt me,
When you burned our bridge,
I never stopped loving you.

When I see you
I want to see
You
and
Your smile
But all I see
Is a compilation
Of useless poems
I write,
The things I wish I could
Say to you.
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see poems
But to look at you and see you
For it has not been that way
For a very long time.
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see ink
But to look at you and see eyes
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see words
But to look at you and see lips
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see pages
But to look at you and see skin.

Isn’t it funny
To think
Someday we’ll look back
On the nights
When we cried
Until we were sick
And we’ll think
“Those were the good old days”

I say
I miss the place
I say
I miss the time
I say
I miss the feeling
I mean
I miss you

The hardest thing
Is realizing
You had true happiness
And didn’t take advantage of it.

Wow!!

Maybe
Being less careful
Is a sign that deep down
I want you to know.

At 5:55 today
You said
“She won’t let herself be happy”
You weren’t talking about me
But you might as well have been.

Thank you for caring.
Or
At least
Pretending to.

There are no
“Good old days”
There are only days before
The pain set in.

I don’t like blue skies
They make me feel like
I should be happy
But I am not.

I wonder if
Someday
I'll regret ignoring your calls.

Keep catching you staring
Why?
There’s nothing here
For you to see
There’s nothing that is
Special about me
Maybe because
We had something?
Well, that was years ago
But…
I’m not quite over it.
Are you?

Isn’t it funny that
I used to be unable to go a day without you
But now I can go for weeks
Without seeing your face?

I know
It seems like
I don't want to speak to you
You don't annoy me
I just don't have the energy to talk.

I turned
Found you
Our eyes met
I didn’t smile
Just stared
So did you
And I thought
“When?”

I wonder if you
Spend your nights
Killing yourself over
The little mistakes
Too.

I love it
When you
Play the victim.

I never stopped loving you;
When you walked away,
When you hurt me,
When you burned our bridge,
I never stopped loving you.

When I see you
I want to see
You
and
Your smile
But all I see
Is a compilation
Of useless poems
I write,
The things I wish I could
Say to you.
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see poems
But to look at you and see you
For it has not been that way
For a very long time.
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see ink
But to look at you and see eyes
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see words
But to look at you and see lips
How lovely it would be
To no longer look at you and see pages
But to look at you and see skin.

Isn’t it funny
To think
Someday we’ll look back
On the nights
When we cried
Until we were sick
And we’ll think
“Those were the good old days”

I say
I miss the place
I say
I miss the time
I say
I miss the feeling
I mean
I miss you

The hardest thing
Is realizing
You had true happiness
And didn’t take advantage of it.

Wow!!

More like 'yikes,' but thanks

late night paradoxes

Soulmates and blind dates
He destroys and creates
Accepts and debates
City lights fade with the day

Cloud skies and meteor nights
Cold coal that ignites
Blessed eyes on cursed sights
He sees eternity and turns away

Sunsetsand sunrises
Curtain falls and reprises
He looks for memories and realizes
There is less love in yesterday

blowing holes in their ship

Missed our chance
Because taking each other for granted
Morphed into preemtive goodbyes
Way too quickly
For us to jump on the hype train
Our friends made of our relationship

Do they still tell you they ship us
And does that make you the tiniest bit bitter
Too?
Ultimately, knowing
The only reason our paths never combined
Was that we never wanted it
At the same time?

waiting

I know i am
Caught in the middle
Between caring too much
And doing too little
But half assed attempts at conversation
Bore me guilty and waste your time
Its not the biggest revelation
Packed quietly underlying this rhyme
You know what i want to say
But ignore it anyway
So this will have to be enough-

Why is waiting for you so tough?

Oh, and before i forget, @Lori_the_insomniac i really like the descriptive language in your poems, and the strong images they bring out
And @The Grammar Queen , the word that best describes your poems is poignant :) they may be short but they're full of value. Really like this part:

"How lovely it would be/To no longer look at you and see pages/But to look at you and see skin."

Awwww :)

Forest

It's the little things
Like hushed, quick conversations when I leave
Or the stares from coworkers
When I forget not to breathe
Or the hopeful eye contact
That they choose to ignore
And the salary of a mistake
And being tossed meaningless chores
I'm not retarded, you know
And yes, I can speak
But all I can do these days
Is turn the other cheek
Put that smile on again
And refuse to cry
If I can't decide if I'm sad or angry
Just mix it in with a lie
"I'm just hot"
"I'm just bored"
"I'm just tired"
Of being ignored
Sick of secrets
Sick of slavery
Sick of regrets
And sick of maybes
Sick of disgust, perpetually hating
But I'm stuck in my life, and no one's come to change it
I'm too hurt to stop quietly tolerating
And if the whole forest falls - still no one hears it

ok good shit i love the last part

@Bandito that was actually the best poem I've read in a long time. Good work

Does Death Dance?

Does Death dance,
Around a fire of pain?
Does Death sing,
Around a wind chime's ding?

Is Death happy,
When another life has gone?
Is Death sad,
When dark turns to dawn?

Will Death cry,
As I do?
Will Death know,
As I have no clue.

Does Death dance?
Does Death feel at all?
As he rips the life of those close to us,
And tears our hearts with a claw?

Death Does Dance,
He dances with me.

I wonder if the stars ever look down at us.
Do they marvel at our beauty in the night?
I wonder if thy sky is just a filter.
And do the stars see us or our light?

I wonder if the stars ever look down at us.
Do they marvel at our beauty in the night?
I wonder if thy sky is just a filter.
And do the stars see us or our light?

DUDE

Ok so first of all @PunsAndShips , your user is BRILLIANT. Second, OMG THATS SO GOOD it’s one of those poems that you think of at 3 am while staring at the ceiling.