forum POEMS post 'em here my friends!

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

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I need inspiration
and motivation

You have a voice. It needs to be heard. If you don't write, how else is it gonna be heard?

_{o h}

I need inspiration
and motivation

You have a voice. It needs to be heard. If you don't write, how else is it gonna be heard?

_{o h}

I can't tell if that's sarcasm or not…

no it's not

gasp
There is another

Another what?

Poetry forum, heh.

Oh, okay!

yes yes
welcome

Tyty ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

I'm in a band, so I write poems all the time, but here's a snippit of a really really long, non song poem.
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Here I am, struggling against the hurricane within my head
Conflicting emotions rule my thoughts and try to overtake me
Even though I try to fight, I’m slowly losing grip
Nothing I do can prepare me for the things that are inside.

Rain is pelting, happily killing, the hope that I have within
Thunder is clashing, joyously thrashing, the mind I’ve tried to build
Winds are blowing, peacefully knowing, what it is doing to me
Tears are falling, silently calling, for a shimmer of hope that’s gone.

What can help? What can see, all of the things that are happening to me
No one can help, no one can see, so here I am dying
Insanity mocks me, standing behind, the line of instability
It stands there, eagerly knowing, its time has almost come.

Why should I try to fix myself, knowing that nothing will change?
Why should I try to find myself, knowing that I’m forever lost?
Why should I try to save myself, as I’m drowning within my doubt?
Why should I try to see myself, when the mirror is already broken?

Forcing the me that you want me to be, crushing the confidence I have
Knowing you’re hurting, killing, converting, the real me behind the mask
Silently hiding behind the reality of my condition, buying off of the time that you have
Saying you love me, care for me, adore me, when really you want me dead.

Here I am, hurting myself, with the reality that will never be
Childishly thinking that it might work out, knowing that it won’t happen
Sure you make me feel so much better, you take the storms away
But it’s impossible, impracticable, infeasible, the mere thought of you and I.

The mask is crumbling into dust, showing the me inside
God, how I hope to fix it before it falls away completely
I will never be able to show the true me, it would destroy me
But you can’t understand, I can’t understand, even the real me, who am I?

I change myself to be the one that everyone wants to see, the one everyone wants to know
I’m afraid that if I’m me, they’ll all hate it and never want to see me again
They’ll shun me, abandon me, reject me, and tell me I’m worthless
Push me to the very depths of my mind.

I see him, but does he see me, I doubt it, I doubt it
I love him, but does he like me, I doubt it, I doubt it
I notice him, but does he notice me, I doubt it, I doubt it
I want him, but does he want me, I doubt it, I doubt it

(You did it again, I'm in poetry heaven rn X'D)

(ahhhh thank u)

(holy fuck altrince, i had to look twice at that first few lines to realise that this wasnt some vent or a thing you actually saw-)
(this was-)
(literally there are no words to explain what this is)
(it's like-)
(a lot more emotional this time, i guess? a lot of stuff really spoke to me tho, idk it just hit really hard)

(Thank you Izzy and yeah… it was a ride writing that one)

(I… wow. I've had thoughts of suicide and have attempted to take my own life before… but that… it put it into perspective for me. I don't know…)

(I apologize if it hit some triggers, that was not in my intention to do that. Stay strong alright? I believe in you.)

ive been absent for a while and i just got back to so many freaking awesome poems,, y'all are amazing. I want to write again.

I love it. I wish for you all the best vibes possible. Your writing is great and you deserve happiness as everyone else does.

I love it. I wish for you all the best vibes possible. Your writing is great and you deserve happiness as everyone else does.

Here here!

(Okay, so like, I wrote a poem some time ago. I decided to write poems about experiences I've had living in different places. But for now, I'll only share this one. About the USA)

Elegy to the Dream

i just wanna raise a glass
a glass to all the flags we hung
a glass to the false promises
and the tears we cried realizing it was a lie
to the sleepless nights
unequal fights
to the life that everyone else got to live
for the lives that we had to give

i wanna have a toast to hands
that're holding me down
let's have a toast the hands
that're holding that crown
the hands that have to power to change the world
but don't raise a single centimetre
to even so much as help

i wanna look back at the times
and the things we died for
our existence
our rights
and our humanity

we die to the silence of a scared society
we die to our sisters, brothers,
our friends, and enemies
in a world where a talk can't be
seen without violence
like it's a terrorism threat
it's an existential crisis

i want you to look at me
and all of my kin
where the visions of one man
painted our fate on our skin
where i have nothing to fear
but driving down the road
and walking down the street
at the wrong time and the wrong place
because promises were broken.

so i have three words for you
rest in peace
and i'm sorry you were murdered
so heartlessly

in the loving memory of,
The American Dream

1776-1776

(forgive me if this seems like nonsensical rambling, kek.)

Thanks for the compliment and vibes,
and also that poem is really good wow.