By now you guys should know my poems are just incoherent rambling in lines.
Because I Won't See You Tomorrow
Winter doesn't feel the same
with you gone.
Sitting in the snow.
All alone.
Something I thought to be impossible.
I took you for granted.
I thought you would always be there.
With me.
Smiling.
I still remember the way
your hands felt in my hair.
So careful.
So blissful it was
to be young
dumb and in love.
Arms wrapped around each other
Two friends sitting there
too scared to say 'I love you'.
It was a winter wonderland.
One I'll only ever see in my wildest dreams.
Because you're no longer here.
You left me so long ago.
Sitting alone in the snow.
My hot breaths pushing through the cold.
Whispering over and over again.
"I love you."
Because I won't see you tomorrow.
ohmy
zach
this is great
a more accurate description of your poems are:
"a bunch of emotions jam packed into only a couple of lines and they're great and i feel like they could be a whole story on its own"
Aha, Izzy, you're too sweet. Thank you~.
lkgflkfsd no i'm not-
but ywww
I think you guys can guess the title of this one. It's not one of my favourites, but it's something.
After all this time. I thought that
Remembering you wouldn't be so painful. But
Each moment you're on my mind kills me.
Youthful children. Gone with the wind.
Octaves in a happy tune. Followed them as they go.
Until the dark, they danced.
"Someday we'll meet again," they agreed.
They turned their separate ways and walked.
Into the moonlit fields, looking for their way home.
Life moved on. Day by day. They began to forget.
Lost promises. Pinned in the back of there minds.
In their dreams, the memories came back.
Neverlands and smiles brought happiness and remorse.
Pills bottles didn't drown the pain. Even
After all those days you had to forget.
Imprinted in you, was my name when you left me.
Never to be seen again. And I still miss you, my friend.
okay ngl that one hit the hardest
it's not been quite as intense as what you've described here
but i think this one has to be one of my favorites
Aww, that's so sweet of you. I think I made it obvious, but did you guess the title?
<3
i wanna say "gone with the wind"?
Nope. It's an acrostic entitled "Are You Still in Pain?"
I'm kinda bad with acrostics, so that's the explanation of why it isn't all too great.
ahhhhhh
i see
that's clever, actually!
WOW!
Why are both of those poems so great? My god. I mean, like, you say that you’re not great at poetry but— dude. That is so advanced and is amazing stuff. Seriously, great fricking job dude like—
keyboard smashing intensifies
Ah! Thank you. You both are too sweet.
(Eh… uh… damnit… I thought I was gonna be the first to do an acrostic but okay. By the way, very great poem Zach, love it!)
Stroll down the path of the forgotten ones.
Intoxicated by the shades of soft ambers.
Never to be found by the rays of the sun.
Goodbyes are just small lies to remember.
Amidst the darkness of the trees around.
Let your souls be free, let your mind run now.
Open your heart.
No need to be shy.
Goodnights are just whispers of coldness and time.
Twice through the pleasure, thrice with the pain.
Oh, once more for the lovely sounds of thunder and rain.
This night would be lovely,
Having you join our dance.
Ever changing colors to your springtime romance.
Alive as can be.
Unfazed by the night.
Trembling like sinners.
Under faithful sights.
More to you and less to me.
Now that’s a deal, oh won’t you please?
Weather is changing, the season’s arrived.
Along with its beauty and nature’s demise.
Let your eyes behold the beauty.
Though the clock ticks three, two, one…
Zero comes around with the snow of winter’s sun.
(Aha whoops. Thank you so much though!)
I love it. It's really beautiful. The last stanza was my favourite.
Thank you! I’ll be posting a bit more often now after I’ve taken a long, long break ;w;
Aha, same lol. I stopped writing poetry for a long time due to discouragement.
sing along to the autumn waltz that's beautiful–
Hooray for overly-emotional babbles.
Untitled
Pages upon pages
written.
Seconds ticking by
wasted.
Words no one will hear.
Ink no one will see.
Rhythms lost
on sheets buried
by ash, dust, and time.
To start again
seems to be a waste of time.
But how else
will I escape
from myself?
Why must it be
that my one escape from pain
always hurts me in the end?
Can I even say
I'm doing this for myself
anymore?
What am I really writing for?
Because I want to escape?
Or because I just envy them?
Am I writing to be my better self?
Or because I want to be them?
I just want an answer.
I just want to get rid of the pain.
I'm bleeding.
I'm alone.
I'm hurting.
I'm writing.
I'm crying.
I'm smiling.
I'm trapped.
I can't get away.
I can't escape.
No matter how much I bleed
or how much ink soaks into my skin
I can't slip away.
I can't win.
These riddles of a heartache
never solve themselves.
And I just can't crack the code.
So I think this is the end.
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zach
when it comes to your poems
they can never be too emotional
seriously
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this one was so good
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Oh, really! Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it. It kinda helped me snap myself out of complete discouragement.
:DDD
Yeah, 'nd you're welcome!
I'm glad it did, these poems are really good!
(Again, the title is hidden is the poem. But not so clear this time—)
Beneath the sky of darkened grays,
The sound of droplets made its way.
Along the rivers, down the stream.
Reaching a puddle lost in scenes.
A floodgate not so beautiful,
Not shining bright, not colorful.
Alone a man had stood beside,
Stretching his hands for fireflies.
A glitter so small.
A sparkle to fall.
A past to recall.
Means nothing at all.
A lost memory.
A soft simple scene.
The fireflies of life
Will open your eyes.
The lonely night that flashes by
Our two eyes.
Lost within the images
Of the empty vast sky.
The tears of ours would dry away
As we count the days.
And the stars have lost their shine
Losing to the smallest fireflies.
For the gold we can touch
Is worth more than diamonds we see.
Remember that life is too short
Every moment shouldn’t be taken free.
Find value in yourself
Love the lies you have told
Inside your brokenness
Encased, a heart of pure gold.
So now you know—
Tonight as the stars up above lost its shine.
At last now you see, with your mind not your eyes.
Let the lights on your hand be the one to guide you through,
Every path that you take will be clearer for you.
Warning. I don't know how to write a poem, but I tried. (Sorry it's short.)
Keep smiling…
It's COVID-19
and everything is crazy.
People are stuck at home,
We're all becoming lazy…
I try to stay sane,
But aren't we all?
I try to stay positive
But I think I'm cracking.
My smile is fading,
It's very scary.
Im just a young boy,
But I am still happy.
There is still hope
So please don't go crying
The hope is keeping me running
I hope it's the same for you.
I really know that the world,
is not the best right now,
But please.
Keep smiling.
