@darling-velocipede group
(hi can i steal the first line of both of y'all's poems and base a poem off of those (with proper credit to y'all, ofc)? i find both the first lines so evocative and striking)
(hi can i steal the first line of both of y'all's poems and base a poem off of those (with proper credit to y'all, ofc)? i find both the first lines so evocative and striking)
(Yeah, ofc! I'm glad you think so of it.)
(Sure thing fam!)
(:D n e a t. will post here when i'm done!)
(:DD)
(I love it! Like, a lot, and I don't quite know how to describe why I love it hnstkclyjk. We should switch places though, I usually write about myself and it makes me feel like a conceited bitch-, though I do also have a few that I don't even know why they poured from my mouth ahaha. Anyway! You're a really good poet, I look forward to seeing more from you)
(hi, that all means a lot!! i hope to see more of your work as well, dear)
(I love that poem! I like your style, each poem makes me lonely for a crush I never had ahaha)
(Lol mood)
(Well, my anxiety over sharing my work is dying down, so have this.)
The sky is greying as my hair turns white
The stress of a new day is too much to bear
Especially without you over my shoulder, smiling
Has it been a day or three years since you walked away?
Can I hold your hand just for ten years longer?
I just want to stay by your side even if no one else wants me there.
And though it hurts to be parted so soon, it still hurts less
than falling apart without you. Why is that?
I see your face on the silver linings but you refuse to smile at me.
I reach my hand up to the sky and wave, the clouds come apart.
"How long was I asleep for? And why did it feel so much like this reality?"
You weren't there then, and you aren't here now. It's unfair.
Even though we drift apart day by day, we still feel closer than before.
Just two centimetres apart, leaning in for the kiss.
Your hand rests atop mine within this blissful memory
it's beginning to draw back, and it's scratching me away.
Floating in the sky, you found a new one
Did they replace me? Do you love them? How long will they last?
How long can they stand on the sands before you leave their hands?
The dawn is fading like a yatagarasu into the night.
Are you forgetting me already? Does my love float in vain?
Dying with the last shred of me, it meets your lips.
It's begging for a kiss goodbye, a goodbye to what I was to you.
And for you to remember all that you were to me.
(I decided not to share the title because it's weird and I cannot think of a new one.)
(Very good work! Such a sad poem TvT But sometimes the sad ones are the best ahaha. Keep it up!!)
(Tyyy, I wanna write happier poems but I suck at doing so,,)
(lol saaaame X'D)
(Here's a shorter one)
Summer is such a finite amount of time
it goes so fast, it can only be held on to as long as it holds back.
But for some reason, when I'm with you, it feels like I can hold on to summer as long as you hold me.
It makes me feel like we're back in our summer uniforms, sharing our second kiss
The one where you said "I love you" for the first time.
The way you pulled on my necktie as the distance between us closed; your soft eyelids slowly lowering
behind the fortress of your oblong glasses.
Fireworks went off in my heart, whistling loud before sizzling off in a beautiful explosion.
The moment felt like something I didn't deserve.
Kiseki.
It's all here in your arms. I wanna stay in them forever and even the day after.
Until the winter goes away, and the world shares our summer, our joy
our utter bliss.
(That's beautiful! Makes me miss summer lol, it's very cold where I live rn X'D Also Kiseki is such a pretty word! Nice use of it here! ^^)
(Thanks! I don't quite miss summer because heat, but having the freedoms it brings is nice. I wrote this based off a story I reread recently. ^^)
(I'll admit, this calmed me down a bit, seeing as I want (though slightly less now) to punch a certain two people in the throat. The space between history and books is getting to me so much lmaoooo. But, like, something about it is really pretty to me, though slightly looming over my head for some reason.)
(i am glad it had good impact! however i am never one to discourage a throat punching to someone who deserves it <3)
(*rubs hands* noted.)
(Now that's a good poem fam. I love when the phrasing paints a really clear, colorful mental image, and this one definitely delivers xD )
(oh! thank you. i only really write about memories and metaphors, so I'm glad the imagery is as clear as i'd like)
(Tried my hand at a little love poetry (sorta). Context is a thing of irrelevance, lol)
Turn
And turn again
The water slips under her
She Rises–
Oh, soft-spoken wind
Shout now
Sing clearly and carry her up on your shoulders
Up to where the summits of clouds
Meet stars–
Watching Her
Heart caught far below
She Rises and She Turns
Pauses, frozen on nothing, then falls
She is the sky’s swaying breath
Mirroring the tide
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