forum POEMS post 'em here my friends!
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@furetakunai ac_unit

I’m mourning a hologram, singing a requiem for no one.
There are no mirrors here, but perhaps if there were
If I squinted hard enough
I could see her one more time.

These lines I swear imma cry over these later. Thank you. This is an absolutely beautiful piece and the symbolism and imagery was -chef's kiss- <33

@furetakunai ac_unit

Oh, I also do poetry on another platform. Admittedly not that many people like it but–
https://commaful.com/?r=phero
That's a link to the website, where you can find some of the stuff I've written (My username is @phero). I recently deleted everything I used to have there but like– I honestly really like the way you can format things here. And I am fully prepared for one of you to just show me up :,)

@furetakunai ac_unit

"Textroversion"

All my friends have no faces.

They come from all the wildest places

and they managed to have so many different names.

We speak through unintelligible clicks,

taps,

beeps.

Automated bonding, never works out.

Every day, we get closer and closer, just to figure out

we were so far away after all.

The names of the immortal stay plastered on my screen

my memory files become corrupted, but the doodle of them is always saved.

I grow quieter with each day, even though my cries are louder than before.

It all seems emotionless from across a screen.

The little bubbles like opium and nicotine.

I watch them disappear from sight.

Why won't you reply?

@cryptic-glitch

"Textroversion"

All my friends have no faces.

They come from all the wildest places

and they managed to have so many different names.

We speak through unintelligible clicks,

taps,

beeps.

Automated bonding, never works out.

Every day, we get closer and closer, just to figure out

we were so far away after all.

The names of the immortal stay plastered on my screen

my memory files become corrupted, but the doodle of them is always saved.

I grow quieter with each day, even though my cries are louder than before.

It all seems emotionless from across a screen.

The little bubbles like opium and nicotine.

I watch them disappear from sight.

Why won't you reply?

bro
yes
I love it

@redwood eco

(Oh, poetry. Neat. I took on poetry because the main character of one of my stories writes poetry. Here's a poem that he wrote, so to speak. In the story, it is extremely butchered to display his handwriting is scrawly.)

"Ink on Paper, Seeping to Skin"

Save me from the waves.
I never learned to swim, but I don't want the fish
to teach me.
Save me from the way
the scissors drag towards me, I don't want to be
a snowflake.
I'm not beautiful, no matter the way
I'm folded and cut.
I draw on myself, erase myself, and still they remain.
The lines where I pushed to hard,
the strokes I can't erase.
I crumble the paper and throw it away.
Save me from the waves.
I never got to learn
how to live.

@redwood eco

(Reading back through old pages)

If today’s the last day of my life,
And if tomorrow won’t ever come to me.
All these ordinary days I’ve piled up,
Have I treasured them as they should be?

Now that I look back,
I don’t think I have said enough
To those who’ve made me who I am today.

@KhunAltrince_is_feeling_jolly I very much enjoyed this poem not only as a whole, but for this part right here. I find poems to be most enjoyable when I can isolate a specific part of it and still say I'd be happy if that were all it was. I can say that for these stanzas right here. Good work and I'd love to see more from you.

@redwood eco

(Aha, yep. No problem. Thank you as well. I will be proceeding to read back through old pages, so if you get called up again… it's your fault not mine. *^*)

@redwood eco

Human

The world’s a stage, our life’s a show
Where could you go? So high, so low
A young proud soul, in fragile control
I grew past that a long time ago

Can I just say that this stanza immediately made me think of Shakespeare?

Walking around, to dance about
I wished to tie the knot around me
For the fame, people could see
The fifteen minutes worth of my life
Do I wish for it to die?

A song of memories
A tune between death and life
Now I know, the wind that blows
Is enough to show…
Where I should go.

This earns a high-five from me. Just. Good job, I love these stanzas, particularly lines 3 and 4 or the first.

@redwood eco

Considering the plum-colored silk
She has thoughts so quiet
Not even the dream-flies can hear them
Gold spider lilies glitter knowingly in the folds.

@Young-Dusty gorgeous.

@redwood eco

Celestial Message

In the sky, the stars align a picture in my heart
The image of a message which I might’ve walked apart
“Look at how beautiful they are” I whisper softly from afar
Wondering how the stars would look at us from where they are

@SeLosMeMos as I looked through I saw the amount you posted kind of dwindle down, so sadness. But this is absolutely stunning and I would totally read this stanza alone for an hour without regret. Great work.

@redwood eco

Actually I will stop because I'm practically spamming, but like, you guys get the point. The way you guys put words together makes my heart beat differently. It's fluttery like a bird, but like my ribs keep it locked in place. Amazing job, every one who has posted here.