forum Poetry

Started March 18, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

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They’re 👏 so 👏 beautiful 👏

chnnnngg here have this poem that I wrote while absolutely car sick (as I am now)

It's funny how when you push something that's broken
together and line the ends up just right, it looks like it never broke.
And it's funny how bottles can turn to scary day dreams
where hands grab at me to pull me apart. Why
do they do that? Why am I falling apart when I'm drinking super glue?
It's suppose to make it all go away, but the glue only seems to make the fracture
all the more obvious. It drips through the cracks and dries that way.
It still looks broken.
It's funny how when you push something that's broken together, it looks like it never broke.
It still looks pretty.
So will you take the fragments of the little red drum and hold it?
Until it looks like it's whole and plays along to a beat.

umm i don't remember if i've put this here<3

Lost in a place that’s better than this
But at least the terror there is familiar.
When my glass heart shatters
They won’t be around to sweep the pieces to the side
And make a new one

Love both of these. Keep it up guys!

Ok, I honestly feel like this is just prose with a poetry-vibe to it but have no idea where else to put it, so here-

Life has many names. She speculates on them, wondering which one is best for her. Existence, being? Vida? La vie, l'esprit? Leben? Ola? Vita? ζωή? الحياة؟ 生活? 생명? She is all of these, and none of these. That isn't too presumptuous, is it, Death?
No, of course not, he tells her. I have many names too. Passing, end. Morte. Décès, le trépas. Tod. Make. Mortem. θάνατος. الموت. 死. 죽음. He is all of these, yet not none of these. He is unperturbed by this. Neither is Life.
She complains, however. Humans are pious for simplicity, of certainty. They give me simple names despite the complexity that entwines us all. They come to me for answers, but I can only give them more questions. Such curious things. Perhaps it's only what their sanity can allow.
And they think they know me so well, Death ponders. I can take them if you'd like.
You know they'd recoil at the sight of you.
Thanks for the compliment, but I insist.
Alright then. But it's only going to get you more names.

also-

This is hard, I think.
Of course it is, a voice replies. Everything comes about through effort.
But some things are harder than others, I say. It's not like I'm surprised.
This life will always be hard. Don't expect it to change.
I perceive the disingenuousness of the voice. My anger is rising, and so does my inner voice.
Why can't I change anything? Sure, life will be hard, but this doesn't have to be! This life, this world, is subject to change! Why not change it for the better?
People don't like change, you know.
So concise, I scoff.
People only change things out of convenience, the voice sneers.
But I changed! I didn't change because it was easy! And besides, don't things change all the time?
We're talking about change in two different senses. Sure, your body changes as you get older, but that isn't the same as changing an entirely man-made system.
Why do people want things to stay the same all the time?
Convenience, the voice says simply. A fabrication of security. For the sake of making this life more certain than it is. Any discrepancy would seem harmful to that.
That seems… very narrow-minded.
Aah, you humans. All so different, yet still very much the same. The voice sounds almost amused.
We are all the same species, after all, I say. Hm, now we're talking about sameness in two different senses.
The voice doesn't reply. It has left me. I lay there pensively, wondering.

Something I randomly came up with, inspired by real-life events, ig

Communication, communication, communication
They say
But what is understanding?
I speak, I write, my mind pours out
I try
But my words lose their footing
Broken syllables and missing nouns
Can I solve the social puzzle?
My tongue flops or my hand shakes
And I’m left with a dented perception of someone else’s conception
Of me
Where, when, how, why
Is friendship forged?
The depths of hardship, a season of peace?
Through another, or common interest?
Friendship is as random as my words
My navigation of it gives little, precious fruit
All the same, there is a foundation of
Communication, communication, communication

its not very good but here:

She walks through the door with the a song in her head;
Her presence seems as if it could wake the dead.

She struts as if floating on air,
Only leaving those to stare.

As her head bops to the beat,
she hears the pounding of feat.

Her spine shiver in response,
to a tap tap tap from the side of her back;
Swiftly, she faces the culprit of the taunts;
Then, the stranger smiles right on track.

The stranger asks her for her number,
and it seems she has found another.

But, when will they aproach for more than a simple exchange.

Not once has one of these men,
thought to talk first;
Not once has one of these men,
looked past the facade.

Not once.

Dude, what! It’s soooo good!

I wrote this when half-asleep (aka me now), so I'm not surprised if this is no good.

Kiss me and tell me you mean goodbye.
Tell me that this is the last time you'll hold my hand for a long time,
and say I love you.
Tear the beating heart from my chest and hold onto it.
It always belonged to you, my dear.
Dianna, Dianna, why is the world so cruel?
Dianna, Dianna, one day I'll see my promise through.
Among the fireflies bottled up with dreams, we shall both be set free.
To every hope that I meet you again, in another life
where we're more than friends.

here's a poem i wrote yesterday based off of my mood the whole day

falling down
into
oblivion
i hit the ground without making a single noise
a silent echo
reaching out into the void
of my mind
suddenly, i see
a bunch of familiar faces
warm smiles blanketing over them
motioning to me to commence my return
they place their hands on my shoulders
their touch is
welcoming
they guide me towards a door
and i can see it
i can see the light
the light that once shined on me
before i vanished
i'm so glad
to finally have returned to where i belong

title theme-

contrary to popular belief
icarus flew

he laughed as he fell;
veins of wax scorched his back.
a reminder that
the sun can't shine for just one person,
though he so desperately wanted apollo's kiss

he basked in the beauty of burning when you weren't supposed to

and even though
the ground was fast approaching,
icarus soared