It’s precious
A sphere of gold carefully wrapped in white and silks,
Protected by a shield
Delicate yet strong
Guarded jealously by its makers
Salty or sweet, however you like it
Revered by many, hoping for it to break
Others wait until the timing is perfect
Before they pounce
Cutting off the life that could have been
I had to write a poem for English where the reader has to guess what it's about, sorta like a riddle :)
Poetry is nearly always a guess as to what it's about aha. I know I'm probably not right, but looking at the poem, I thought of a butterfly, so ye. That's what I saw in it aha.
You did a great job with the prompt! I'm no good at giving detailed compliments about poetry because my brain always konks out and tells me I'm stupid. But if I could I certainly would.
And with that said I was going to post here but have most definitely decided against it now.n o?? pls post what you were going to i want to seee >:(
AhhHHHhh, I dunno. I'm slightly scared that it sucKS
Poetry is nearly always a guess as to what it's about aha. I know I'm probably not right, but looking at the poem, I thought of a butterfly, so ye. That's what I saw in it aha.
Ooo
You did a great job with the prompt! I'm no good at giving detailed compliments about poetry because my brain always konks out and tells me I'm stupid. But if I could I certainly would.
And with that said I was going to post here but have most definitely decided against it now.n o?? pls post what you were going to i want to seee >:(
AhhHHHhh, I dunno. I'm slightly scared that it sucKS
mx if your past work is any quality indicator it will not
Fine, fine, fine. Let me go fetch it.
Here it is. Now if you excuse me I will be proceeding to run.
They swallow dyes by the bottle, coughing up clouds of rainbows; they cry
tears of blue.
It hurts to choke down such a thick liquid, but they do it by the gallon.
They cheer each other on, chug, chug, chug. Till their hearts change colour.
Shadows swirl their vision, bugs crawl and give them enough time to blink
before they're not there.
Dismay, dismay, dripping down into the depths of despair.
They hope one day they'll float atop the sea level. The Dead Sea, The Red Sea.
Just a little kiddie pool.
They can't save themselves from their dyed hearts, no matter how long it
beats; they'll one day, realize that no matter if purple,
red blood, a heart still bleeds.
Oh wow that's nice
@fuyu that really is gorgeous
You're gorgeous.
But aha seriously thank you two!
You're gorgeous.
right back at u, babe! 😘 (in that vague, platonic, potential internet friend way)
And… I’m back
Nostalgia
To the point where I miss those old days
Laughing loud at the jokes that we made
Missing the times you were there
When I need someone’s care
There you were, only inches away
From the bus rides and trains from the past
Crying softly when our time has passed
“No need to think of yourself
Ten years prior to today”
How can’t I? I was happy those days
Innocently strolling by
Catching the glance of my own eyes
And before I knew its worth
Those days have passed, with no returns
As I grow up with the tides
They start to leave with no goodbyes
I was, at ease,
In those times
“It’s okay, it’s okay
I’m alive, it’s okay,”
I repeat, all these phrases
Thinking I will survive by breathing white lies
In the end, all I do
In this life, is play pretend
And I smile despite my eyes,
Pouring in the rain
And I smile despite my heart
Flooded down the drain
Smiling some as my memories fade
Frowning clearly when they’ve gone away
Grown are its wings, as they fly
Way too close, to the sky
Watch them burn, in the beautiful light
I naively said that time,
That life would always be so bright
Only some whole years have passed
And I’ve regretted my own lines
If I saw myself that day
Would he be proud of what I am today?
I know, I know,
He won’t
“It’s okay, it’s okay,
I’m alive, it’s okay,”
I repeat, all these phrases
Hoping that they will heal me of my pain
In the end, all I do
In this life, is play pretend
And I smile despite my mouth
Saying “I’m not fine”
And I smile despite my mind
Losing every fight
“I’m okay, I’m okay,
I’m still fine, I’m okay,”
I repeat, all these phrases
Hoping that you’ll believe as I say
In the end, burn it down
I’m lost and spent
Down to ashes with this actor
One that plays pretend
Still alive yet lack of life
Oh, a tragic end.
google search history as journal entries ?
prompt: danger and power of the ocean
My love said she hated me, then drove her car into the sea
across the beach it broke the surf, wheels churned until
murky water divided the windshield. I stared straight forward into that
childish mural of earth and sky. Something in my core ached
to hold her hand. I think she would have crushed mine if I tried.
We could let the fish drink marrow, we could let
the corals take and rend color to our bones. These bodies are heavy; mine heavier
for having you beside it.
All I could do was laugh because she’d never spoken in riddles before it.
The salt is getting to your brain, I replied. The ocean is dangerous and the ocean is powerful,
or didn’t you ever read The Old Man and the Sea?
The moment of quiet she lent me then was blissful because I thought
I’d won. A victory, even a false one, melts sweet and slow on your tongue.
She snapped. That wasn’t the point of the book at all. The Old Man and the Sea said
pride is holy and death holier. And it was an exercise in boring high school students
to tears.
Water began to trickle in, dancing with sparkling grains of sand, and
pool around my boots. I’m a tide pool creature, now.
Don’t you miss being that young? When you could say “This fucking English teacher
is a witch. I hope a house falls on her,”
and not be afraid of opening your phone to a text from her
church group saying she’d died of… I don’t know, pneumonia? Last Tuesday?
When she turned her eyes on me, they were milky white and uncertain and I couldn’t recall:
had she always been blind? Had she always been scared?
Did Ms. Gregor really die?
No.
Why would you lie to me? A tear slipped down her face like she was
an animated character, and not the girl who slept on the bus beside me, her head on my shoulder.
It was a joke, my love, an allegory.
Why do you keep calling me that?
My love? Because you are. (Because I can’t remember her name).
I said I hated you; I drove my car into the sea with both of us inside it.
I noticed. Can you drive us back out, please?
She nodded, but set to changing the clock on the dashboard. With each click, the sky performed it’s theatre of lights above us until the tide went low, around one in the afternoon, and she set the gears to reverse.
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(heck yeah dialogue poetry)
(that's really good, both the last two are XD)
(tha n k)
Midwestern Gods
It's the coldest blue sky of the whole month today
Noon, but there's frost in the ditch with the trampled yellow grass and the dead muskrat
We lean against your truck and watch the cows on their silent pilgrimage while something like country rock sways through the radio.
The singer is on his dying breath, I think, but he's going out with a prayer
(to steel railroads and tar-capped fence posts)
(to the guitarist, painting spools of sound against the empty fields)
"Nice day," you remark finally, in that slow way you have when you're hearing angeltongue on the wind.
I nod. I'm there too. The air renders meaningless our skin and gently eases us into the frozen soil, until I call myself by your name, until your name is the cry of the killdeer overhead.
((One of these days I'll bother to format these poems in a more visually pleasing way, but for now it's just plain words babyyy))
(Heckin mood)
Absolutely stunning! You did an amazing job and I loved these lines the most.
I cannot falter a planet's motion,
But I can alter mine
And I can look up at the sky and know
That one day someone on a planet quintillions of years in the future will look up and see
The memory of us
In their sky.
They are absolutely gorgeous. I'd love to see more of you work in the future <3
thank you so much!
(I don't celebrate Christmas much, but I was tasked to write a Christmas poem so here~)
"Christmas Wish"
A little red drum beats through the night
Ba-rump-a-bum-bum
The sound is dampened by dirty glass,
practically opaque with broken dreams.
Gallops of toy-horses, crashes of tambourines.
And I manage to never see a thing.
Where is the magic and joy they promised?
Does Santa not look in the direction of kids like me?
I shake the bell, I believe, I believe,
though with each passing day, it seems more and more
like seeing is believing.
Just one day, I wish to drown in sparkly paper,
ribbons, and holly berries.
Just one day I want to sing for someone,
this isn't the silent night I wanted.
It's all I want for Christmas, please let it come true.
Just this one last Christmas wish
to hear "Merry Christmas, to you."