forum Poetry

Started March 18, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

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My God, why?
Why is my mind such a blessing and a curse?
My mind feels so tainted
So dull, bogged down by tiredness and heavy clouds
Yet I feel a violent sadness and anger in those clouds
They rain down
Lord, I am angry with the world
I am angry with myself
I feel like I’m under the delusion of perfection
The tell me I’m smart, the good girl, talented
Yet I feel so mediocre
And then I mess up
I should know better, I should be practical, I should plan ahead,
And a violent hatred, disappointment, anger rises up in me
It almost feels like divorcing the bad sides of myself from me only made them grow-
And I never notice until I’m forced to confront it
And that vast digital landscape
Why must it be a blessing and a curse as well?
There’s so much
Why do I feel so selfish, yet so divorced from myself?
Why Lord, do I feel like I can only engage with you here, instead of in that building?
Instead of in Your Word?
Oh Lord, I feel so tainted by human ideas
I want to scream into the night
For the screams inside my head know when to get my attention
Why do I feel so alone?
Why, when I cry out, I feel as though no one answers?
Not even You?
How are You talking to me?
Is it through my thoughts? But I feel no clarity comes through my thoughts
It can’t be through my environment, my surroundings are a mess
My experiences and how I perceive them?
Perhaps
And what is my relationship to You?
It’s so hard for me to think of You as a Father
I almost hate the idea
I can’t think of You as a Lover
The idea is foreign to me, I have nothing to compare it to
What kind of love do You have for me?
I know it is one that is unconditional, but what is its nature?
Does it even have a nature?
What word in my native tongue can even describe that?
Must I simply imagine Your arms around me?
I read Song of Songs
It was beautiful, but I’m tired now
It was only one erotic poem
Perhaps another?

Damn…. That was sadly relatable more than I was initially thinking it would be. It was beautiful.

Thanks haha :’)

big mama bear hugs

Thanks ;v;

not ~really~ poetry but look it started off as love poetry and i didn't know where else to share it. important note that both lads are very anti-colonialist and when they get to australia they a) found the first post office and b) use it as a cover to assassinate any rich bastards messing with the first nations people in australia

@Tired-but-passionate your language is so lovely and evocative. your lines are mad concise and cutting, i'm not even religious but i really felt that poem. you're so good dude

Well, damn, unexpected twist at the end because I don’t read titles. Lol

Pure beauty, my dude

@Tired-but-passionate your language is so lovely and evocative. your lines are mad concise and cutting, i'm not even religious but i really felt that poem. you're so good dude

O////O I don’t know what to say

Take the compliment, kid. They’re right. Ha ha. It was gorgeous.

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Thanks. I’m glad you liked it ^^

Let’s hope you’re real-estate agent’s sanity is intact after you ask them these questions

I’m already insane, and reading that just added to it. Jeezus kris.

Heartbreak

What is this betrayal,
that resonates through my bones,
Shattering the particles of me that mattered,
While I stifle my begging tones.

What was once warm and pleasant is now a burn,
Scorching my emotions to smoke and ashes,
The very same thing that passes from your lips,
As the blade deepens the gashes.

I trusted it to hold my quintessence,
Even as the grip faltered at a breeze,
And that breeze grew to a storm,
Then it dropped me into the ice cold sea.

What was this betrayal,
That embedded itself in my soul,
Locking itself in place forever,
Until my funeral toll.

Wonderful work as always Whisper. I will forever admire people who can make their poems rhyme haha. I love it all, but I think my favorite bit is the last two stanzas

Let’s hope you’re real-estate agent’s sanity is intact after you ask them these questions

I’m already insane, and reading that just added to it. Jeezus kris.

:DDD these are the responses i want babeyyyy thanks guys <3

yes whisper h o w. h o w r h y m e. and have meaning?? incredible

I uh…. well, it depends on the given situation. If I being ENTIRELY freakin’ honest, in this poem, searching up rhymes for certain words on the web was key, and I can easily pick out stuff and smoothly incorporate it. Most times, I am a lazy biatch though, and pull stuff off the top of my head because I have an extensive vocabulary that I don’t always get to use.

👌👌👌

I think my favorite bit is the last two stanzas

Honestly, same. I also loved using the word quintessence. But I also love writing about smoke/ash rising or falling from lips. It’s a recent thing I’ve taken to.

It’s so beautiful I can’t-

<3 <3

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