forum POEMS post 'em here my friends!

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

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yeah, it's unedited, but don't be jealous… It sucks lol

I am jealous. Also, I need help. I’ve been working on a poem but it’s just not feeling right, and it would be amazing if I could get some help, because you are all talented and sometimes different eyes can see different things.

The City of Sunlight

If you look just the right way
From the edge of the hull of a ship,
You can see a city of sunlight
As if the fabric of time has a rip.

And if you set your mind free,
You can go on an adventure there.
You can fly between the sky and gold
Without so much as a care.

If you’re a very lucky one,
You might have the chance to see
The little minnow people
In their joyful jubilee.

I like to watch them from my place
Soaring o’er the sea.
The only dismal thing is that
They cannot play with me.

is inexperienced with poetry and doesn't know anything

1. great user
2. great poem
3. to answer your question as someone who doesn't know poetry…
   It's the last four lines that kinda jut out, for me.

I like to watch them from my place
Soaring o’er the sea.
The only dismal thing is that
They cannot play with me.

The pattern of 'if you…' halts quickly and I think you do want that, but the flow also gets lost.
If you look just the right way
If you set your mind free
If you're a lucky one
But what if you're me?

thank you!

Stop
Time seems to stop
and I can feel my blood slow
so slow, like a rushing river that's come to an end

I finally did it

Fuzzy
My head's getting fuzzy
like it's stuffed full of cotton
I can't seem to move my arms

Damn I actually did it

Stolen
My thoughts seem to have been stolen
I can't form a coherent one
They're slipping away like the fragments of a dream

Did I really do this

Leaving
It feels like I'm leaving something behind
where am I going
I don't really remember

Wait…

Dying
I know now I'm dying
And I can feel it, my times almost up

I shouldn't of done this

I love you
Or something
Close to it,
I’m sorry,
I don’t know how to deal with it,
And you,
You’re so damn
Good at this,
But I still shake at the thought of
It,
Your hands
Typing out those messages,
Your face
Smiling at the things I say,
And after you
I won't be the same,
And I
Fucking hate change,
So I cut you off
Instead of my wrists,
I have to love you,
We can’t just coexist
But I’m no good
At promises.

Wow I really like that

Blue and Gray

A memory I keep,
A tragedy I speak,
A story I wish was true

A romance was a dream,
But a nightmare it seems
To be

That tone of yours
Still ring inside my head
How come I could never
Get it out when I’m in bed?

It haunts, it hurts,
I wish you just came back…
…
But no, you’re gone for good

But I will live on,
Carry this burden on my back,
You’ll never see my cries,
Through all of my fake smiles

The pain may kill me
But it’ll just kill me inside
‘Cause I always remember
The answer’s never suicide…

Lungs

Sleep apnea
Means that
She stops breathing while asleep.
A short, unnoticed interval
Of near-death.
Imagine
Being that close to death
And not noticing.

And in the mornings
She drags herself out of bed;
So tired–
But without a true explanation
There is no reason to rest;
Not when there is so much to do–
Imagine
Being that experienced in death
And not being aware.

When she finally
Goes to the doctor,
He asks
If she smokes,
And–
Well–
Of course she does.
Its not like she hasn't tried to stop,
She tells him;
Its just that one cigarette less
Is like nuclear reactors being shut down in Germany
When Fukoshima was in Japan,
Or a billion trees being planted in Ethiopia
Just for the Amazon to catch on fire–
Imagine
Being so acclimatized to death that
Any effort for life seems wasted.

She will be monitored overnight;
Sensor attatched to her forehead like
A third eye;
Measuring oxygen and carbon dioxide
While she sleeps;
Counting
Missed breaths–
Imagine
Being so curled up in death
You can't help but carry it to your bed.

Her carbon dioxide levels are too high,
And when the nurse
Calls the doctor
So he can do a blood-gas analysis to confirm,
He tells her it's almost not worth bothering
"she's been on oxygen for years
It's only borrowed time"–
Imagine
Being so dependent on death that you breathe it,
Loaned air distending distressed airways,
filled to the brim so no one
thinks there's a point trying to save you.

Our world
Is in that bed,
Heaving through smoke charred lungs.

Do you believe in healing?

Imagine
Being so near to death
And doing nothing.

There will be rest
After your fight
And at the end of the tunnel
You'll find your light

Mentors always told me this.
Friends
Mothers
Fathers
Teachers
Trying to tell me not to give up

But the fight for my right is one that won't end
Keeping my right to marry
To a cake
The fight never ends
So how will I find my light
if I never end the fight?

There will be rest
So keep up the fight
At the end of the tunnel
You'll find a light
And maybe that light isn't the end
But it's alright
So rest your head
Until morning light
There's another day coming
With a new enemy to best
Just remember there's nothing
That can stop you on your quest

The clock ticks on like a metronome,
The room smells like the pages of some ancient tome.
The pen scratches out lines of letters of ink,
Into oceans of parchment, down, they sink.

Layers of papers collect on the desk
Piled into mountains, crooked and grotesque.
Ripped into shreds by frustrated hands,
They fall to the floor and cover it like sand.

Pieces of pages spread out like the sea
Surrounding the desk and enveloping me.
Every mistake and each broken word,
That I threw away with such disregard.

They began to arrange themselves in my mind
As I chose a few fragments I started to find
That the words I’d discarded were misunderstood
What wouldn’t flow then, now suddenly could.

As they told their story I listened with rapture,
To every word I needed to capture.
I, myself, was only a muse
As they made themselves into beautiful verse.

…wow. I can't write anything like that even if I tried.
I love it!

Thanks, and yeah you can it just takes practice. Everyone’s written crappy poems. (I’ve written a LOT.)

i wrote this one right after my breakup when i was having some really unhealthy urges so here

no right

there is a devil in my stomach.
his horns grew to replace my bones.
when i'm at my worst, he tells me
'look at yourself.'
and i look at myself.
i am large and cool and
monstrous on the inside -
face slack, shadows under my
eyes on the outside.
i feel it billow down my limbs,
lazy, lazy.
if i had any empathy right now,
perhaps i'd be afraid of it.
i know my mouth could reach down and
kiss something i have
no right upon,
just for the fuck of it.
i know my hands could wrap around something tender and
break it.
does fitting something gentle to your anger
make you whole?
i am deliberate and molding and expansive
and gods forbid you ask me what's wrong.
there are ugly urges behind my eyes,
under my skin.
i really doubt
you'd like to feel them for yourself.
heaven keep you from my pain.

I’m hovering
over the ocean
Suspended by
a lifeline
Until someone
Snips it
Then I’m drifting
All alone
But everything
Is closing in
All the air
Is going out
And carbon dioxide
Fills my lungs
And I’m still
Alone
All alone
With no land
I’m sight
Because someone
Was selfish
And cut
My lifeline
And no one
Understands
Because all my words
Are nonsense
And the portals
To my family
Is broken
Only temporarily
Because without
Noise
Nothing makes sense
And music
Is my portal
And everyone
Tells me that
My family is fake
And I’ve never
Felt more alone
Because one person
Was selfish
And cut my lifeline
All because I lied

A line of dust
Leading from
The place you come from
That shows the years
All the years
They've taken away
A trail of rust
Leading to
The hand you can't reach to
That hides the tears
The dried-up tears
That it's stolen away
Two eyes
Two tears
Two halves of a heart
Follow those twin paths til dawn
But soon they will find
The sun makes them blind
Until they can't see what went wrong.

Sonder

At this very moment in time,
As I am writing this,
In the same instant as this pencil touches paper and forms a word,
Some one is born,
And someone else dies.
Someone's heart beats,
And someone's heart stops beating.
Someone asks someone out,
And someone's heart is broken.
Someone fulfills their dream,
And someone is begging for money.
Someone sweats in the heat,
And someone shivers from the cold.
Someone hides from their father,
And someone's mother brushes their hair.
Someone drives home from work,
And someone just starts their day.
Someone gets into college,
And someone fails a test.
Someone's watching live news,
And someone's reporting it.
Someone's playing with their friends,
And someone else sits alone in a corner.
As you are reading this,
As your eyes drop to the next line,
Someone sleeps.
Someone doodles.
Someone screams.
Someone sneezes.
Someone loves.
Someone chuckles.
Someone breathes.
Someone doesn't.
Someone
Someone
Someone is waiting for you.
In the midst of the world,
Someone sees you.

When I Was Alone

When I’m alone, my thoughts tend to wander.
But that’s not especially strange.
It’s really the things that I tend to ponder
And how much these musings can change.

When I’m alone, I remember the people
Who’ve starred in the show of my life.
Their influence spreads out like a ripple,
That or it cuts like a knife.

When I’m alone I remember the places
Where I was shaped and where I was grown.
I take myself through all of the quietest spaces
That I’d started to make my own.

When I’m alone, I remember the times
When I often stopped at a crossroad.
I think of how much I’ve changed, sometimes
I think of how much I’ve owed

To all of the times that I was alone.

that is amazing

Thank 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.

I'm crying,
I'm dying,
I'm not gonna last,
Don't you dare try to tell me
The past is in the past.

You say
you are fine.
But I see that,
in your eyes
you lie.
You are nowhere near
the place
you call 'Okay'.
I want to help,
I can't;
only you can.
All I can do now
is encourage.
But
now
I
worry.
Because you haven't
talked to me.
Did I do something wrong?
Should I have not told
about the note?
Should I have let you die?
Kill yourself?
I
don't
know.
All I can do now
is
cry.

Mistress demise

I though her an angel when she came from above
a good hearted woman, promising love.
but I soon found her a demon in disguise.
she was the devil's queen, she was mistress Demise.

She is thirsty for blood and she needs a new groom.
she craves a stray soul to lead to his doom.
you watch out I tell ya, keep sharp both eyes,
or you just might get caught by the mistress Demise.

A spider who's building the cleverest web,
she'll drive you all mad if she gets in your head.
if you look too closely you'll see in her eyes,
she's really insane, that mistress Demise.

A psychologist asked me once
Do I ever feel like crying for no reason?
My answer was
no
I never cry
And I laughed as I said that
Because
I don't have time for tears
I don't have the stomach for saltwater
I'm busy
Grinding my teeth
Getting no sleep
Learning to lie and not crying

Depression is not
The glass being half-empty
Or choosing to focus on the bad things in life
It is
The glass being full of poison
And being blind to anything else.
Happiness is not
the glass being half-full
Or choosing to focus on the nice things in life
It is
The glass being a gift
And having someone to point out the nice things.

I am not sad.
I am not mad.
I am not anything.
I am nothing.
I was reading abook
The main character was starving.
In his boredom he started
Thinking about bad things.
If you have it the worst
Then at least you are something.
If you have it the second worst
Then you are nothing.
I don't have it the worst.
I have a nice life.
I have a nice family.
I should not have a kinfe.
I have hobbies.
A bedroom.
Food and water.
I'm not doomed.
But I'm not saved
And that's all.
Never fly
Never fall.

There's a universe somewhere
Where all the should-have's go
All the unsaid promises and threats
And things no one bothered to know
It's home to mistakes that were never made
And dreams that never did come true
Soul mates that were never found
And friends that never did pull through
An alternate Earth like this must exist
Some paradise for the invisible
A haven for the thoughtless minds
And a refuge for the pointless souls

Don't cross your fingers today
We'll never change
Tears can't be regenerated
Once spilled, they hide in other people's hearts
And never come back
People, they're so quick to form judgements
About a person they haven't spoken to
Always thinking about their present world
Never wonder who this person could maybe be
Someday, someday
Do you know that horror movies come to life sometimes?
Everybody runs, run, screams
Hides from this person they've never bothered to understand
But maybe he could again be normal, except
He's gone before he realizes it
Pretend you're me
And you can see how everything turns out
What happens to everyone
Would you try harder, fight to live
Or would you flee from the day that will never change?