They keep talking
Behind
Ahead
To the side of me
Chit-chat
Behind my back
About me
Him
Her
Them
Building up the pressure
In my head
The names
The taunts
The pushes
The shoves
The pain of every action
Builds
And builds
And builds
And
And
And
BANG
The bomb goes off
Bits of brain
Common sense
Flying out the broken window
Trying to show me
The mess I've made
How I broke their porcelain facade of kindness
How I showed the truth
And then they gang up on me
I hope that I'm blacked up enough
So I blend into the night and shadows
So they never have to see me again
this sounds like a slam poem i love it
Every poem I read I'm just like:
Wow okay you made this masterpiece out of your deepest darkest bottled-up emotions, and I'm sitting over here with a poem about potatoes I wrote off the top of my head
Hahaha nice. But here goes another that may or may not mean anything as deep as I meant lol. I'm not great at poetry tbh.
"My Generation" (Gen Z)
The problem with my generation
Is that
We want the
Reward
Without the
Risk.
We want the
Relationship
Without the
Vulnerability.
We want the
Talent
Without the
Time.
We want the
Result
Without the
Work.
We want
Everything
And we want it
Now.
But we don't want
To wait.
We aren't patient
And we aren't
Kind.
The problem with my generation
Is that
We are all
Special.
We are
Gay
Trans
Ace
And more.
We are
Depressed
Anxious
ADHD
Exhausted
And more.
We are
"Not like other girls"
And
"Special snowflakes".
But we don't know
What childhood
Is.
The problem with my generation
Is that
We grew up too
Fast.
We were abused by
Family.
We were treated as
Lesser.
We have to
Fix
What our parents
Broke.
And we
Don't
Know
How.
The problem with my generation
Is that
We were never taught to
Love.
We never learned
Kindness.
We grew up in
Violence
And
Anger.
Our bodies and minds are not
Our own.
And it is
Not
Our
Fault.
Here's something new:
We stand on the rocking, wooden floor,
Leaving to find something new, something more.
The sail grows big as it catches the air.
The wind and the weather together are fair.
The grey clouds roll in three days 'way from home.
The waves rock our boat and we see now our doom.
With a crash and bang the known world ends.
But we are all calm as we die among friends.
Down in this strange new world we sink,
Under the ocean I can't help but think:
such a beautiful land is hidden under sea,
The creatures swim by, so peaceful and free.
I can't hold my breath, so I let it all go
I'll die all alone, and no one will know.
The watery grave is my only friend,
But this is the way I'd prefer to end.
Oof that's haunting. That's really haunting and beautiful, dude. I love it
(More of a song really but, whatevs)
Escape reality from now on
Reality’s inside a page
With all the faces of those I’ve known
A sinner or saint? The one who escaped in that night?
If you can’t go on by tonight
Someone might have to die
In the name of art
Make it all in crimson red
Make
Them
Die…
From a brush I hold
To make art and all
Such a killer’s masterpiece
From the corpses found at twilight
Tonight you shall die
Just scream, beg, and cry
Last victim’s blood and their all
Shall be cut now with my silver claws
I’ll stab you until you die…
There will only be death
Within the twilight
A legend spilled at midnight
Tonight will be the end to one
That has been left orphaned
From the claws I wore
Back to brush again
Finale of a nightmare scene
With the souls of those released and free
Tonight I shall be
Your nightmare once more
An eternal empty side
Will tell a story now at daytime
Last victim’s blood and their all
Shall be cut with my silver claws
I want to continue with this one and make it longer because I feel like while you're reading it it feels like it should keep going, but here we are so far:
Three little words
She didn’t smile
But looked on blankly
As she said those
Three little words
He smiled
But did so sadly
She didn’t mean those
Three little words.
Past Winter
At last, once again
The song that I sang
Reflected against
The surface of the moon
The scars that I hide
In the words I despise
Hopefully, you will see
All the pain that’s inside
From spring to the fall
From hot turned to cold
My heart and my soul
Couldn’t withstand such a change
The seasons, the cycle
I hope will end
For the winter I hate
Shall never come back again
All the tears that I cried
Have been frozen in time
The lunar reflected
The solar ignited
The fields, the songs
The righteous, the wrong
I don’t care…
Unless you are there…
And I run, and I run
And I chase after the sun
To the endless horizon
Where you were supposed to be
All I see, just a feather
Tender and sweet
As the clouds, pull you away…
From me…
A crappy poem I wrote in class
Little girl Searching for her friend
She leaves turmoil in her wake
Long brown locks whipping in the wind
Every smile she smiles is fake
Rose colored cheeks stained with tears
Trembling lips nobody sees
Running, tripping thirteen years
A trashing sea of memories
As a hand reaches for her
She sees her friends heartbeat start
But then death takes them far apart
Sorry if this sounds weird
I Promise
And for long as I am still alive, I’ll hold you in my embrace
Only death will part us in the dark, I swear the pain I’ll make it okay
For as long as you are still with me through all these stressful days
The hurt will cease, if you just believe that we can make it today
And if I will die today then you shall live on and smile always
No need to cry, keep those tears aside, your future is brighter than everyday
And I promise dear I’ll look at you from the far and destined sky
I love you my life, you are my sunshine, so for now just walk on and smile
The place where lost things go
I heard the echo of a dismal note
From the place where lost things go.
It was full of longing and love
As it rang out, loud and low.
And I lifted my head to the sky
The stars were hiding on that night
And the sky was like a velvet sheet
The moon the only light.
The note faded out into the dark
Only I will ever know
Of the night when something tried to cry
From the place where lost things go.
The place where lost things go
I heard the echo of a dismal note
From the place where lost things go.
It was full of longing and love
As it rang out, loud and low.
And I lifted my head to the sky
The stars were hiding on that night
And the sky was like a velvet sheet
The moon the only light.
The note faded out into the dark
Only I will ever know
Of the night when something tried to cry
From the place where lost things go.
This makes me think of Emily Dickinson and shel Silverstein mixed together and I’m living for it
-ENVY-
Please take me away
I want to be loved
I want to be the center
I want to be like the sun
I know I’m selfish
I can be mean
I want what I want
Just like a Queen
I’m not asking for much
I simple request
I want to belong
To be like the rest
I know I’m different
I don’t want to be me
Cause when I look in the mirror
I hate what I see
I’m not close to the smartest
I cant even run
I’m not a good singer
I can’t even have fun
There’s a monster inside of me
It’s eating me up
I’m scared to like them
To drink from the same cup
So I watch from afar
What I want to be
Until I’m not human
But green with envy
Woah.
That's…woah.
Amazing!
It’s very honest and beautiful. I love it.
hey dorks i'm baaa-aaackkk