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Hey so I wrote bad poems and most of them are pretty cringe and "I'm 14 and this is deep" core (tbh I'm 14) and so I just need a space to share them.
Don't be mean and use trigger warnings if ur sharing. Ummmmmm anyways yesh. Be nice and only give criticism if it's asked for.
Reading a Poem.
When I read them
I hear a girl in my head
Her voice is deep
She's not bright
She's smart.
When I read them
I imagine a young girl
Reading on a stool
Monotone
Sorrowful
She's seen things.
When I read them
I feel a girl
Grabbing at her skirt
Nervous
But her voice does not waver.
When I read a poem
A young girl is in my head
She reads aloud
To me.
Tw//Ed mentions
Being Honest
The worst thing about
Being honest
Is that I'm considered mean
And I'm thought to be attacking
When I'm only just stating fact.
I Hate Poetry
This thing sucks.
It's long
And dumb
And I hate it
I'm being forced to write
time after time
I hate it so much
I'm not even going to finish this li
Two girls.
One girl is sweet and smiling
Silently sobbing
A small girl.
She is bubbly and bright
She is loving
And she forgives
The first girl is everything
A girl should be.
She twirls in dresses
Pretty pink and dancing
Everything seems to fly
Around her. Sent swirling in the
Sky.
The other is rage
She's mean and loud
She dosent twirl
She yells
The second girl yells
And hits abd kicks
And when you mess with her
Or anyone She loves
She's a girl
With a sharp knife
In her hand
And a sharper tounge
In her mouth
The second girl has a
List of all her victims
Weaknesses
A map to her victims heart
The second girl
Has been hardend
Through abuse
And hate
She is not spinning
She's standing still
The world moves around for her
She is standing still and staying
Strong.
Both of these girls are me
And I am both of these girls
I am pretty perfect and pink
I am angry strong and standing
I am the girl twiling
In the rain
And I am the girl who yells
Loud as thunder
Most people
After I show them both girls
Wonder which one is true
What one is real
What one is me
I beg them to ask the question
To try to find the awnser
What one is fake
What one aren't i?
(pokes in head)
(you cannot say 'poem space for BAD POETS' and then put out stuff like this. this is art)
ANYWAY imma put mine here
One With The Stars
The moon rises,
Bringing its dark cloak over the land
The stars it’s prizes,
Full of surprises
A hoot, a whisper, a cackle of glee
It's scary but you will be fine, you and me
Hush, listen, can you hear it,
Or is it something only I can see?
If i could give myself to you
Body and soul, would it be true
That we would merge, through and through
If it is, i'll see you soon
The bats in the sky, the fear in my heart
My earthly tether, breaking apart
Becoming a star in the sky,
Nothing more than a spark
(IM A HORRIBLE POET DONT EVEN ELISE!!)
(You are banned from posting here I clearly stated this was for BAD poems from BAD poets. You are neither. /j)
(then i ban u aswell. mwahahah)
(HEY!! you can't ban me from my own chat)
(hey, no talking. ur banned)
(You got banned before u said that so no talking for U)
(stop trying to confuse me with techniqalities or i will slap you with the sydney harbour bridge)
(I have the power of MURICA to protect me.)
My favorite planet
My favorite planet
Most would say earth
The green and blue marble
That we dwell on
4th grade boys
Would giggle
And say Uranus
While hitting their friends
I say Venus
So close to the sun
Soaking up the rays
Sitting perfectly
Pristine and pretty
The goddess of love
The beautiful aphrodite
However
She's overlooked
In her Celestial form
She's grey
And small
She's underestimated.
Just like me.
//TW// self harm
FUN FACT I WROTE THIS ON THE BUS
FUN FACT THAT THING IS AMAZING
(not the SH, the emotion in the poem and the sytke)
(I had to write this for English, experimenting with Slam poetry)
The Lucky Ones
The beginning of a new generation
The beginning of a new era
Its meant to be perfect, but its not
Our voices always shouting, but never loud enough to be heard
And we’re the lucky ones
Always told to be mature, but when we take action, the world turns a blind eye
And we’re the lucky ones
We are fighting for our right to live on this planet, and we are told we are immature
And we’re the lucky ones
We have been brought up into a world with expectations higher than the moon
And we’re the lucky ones
We are scared for the future of our children, acting instead as the children of the planet
And we’re the lucky ones
Are we truly the lucky ones if our days are filled with rejection by those who are higher in power than us
Are we truly the lucky ones if we are constantly pushed down, our spirits broken, and never fully repaired
Are we truly the lucky ones if we spend our days fighting, and never winning a single battle
Are we truly the lucky ones if the moment we say one bad thing, we are ungrateful and stuck up
Are we truly the lucky ones if we can never say how hard we have it, for fear of disrespecting the people who came before us, thinking our hardship will never compare to theirs
Are we truly the lucky ones in this society?
FUN FACT THAT THING IS AMAZING
(not the SH, the emotion in the poem and the sytke)
Thank you!!
(I had to write this for English, experimenting with Slam poetry)
The Lucky Ones
The beginning of a new generation
The beginning of a new era
Its meant to be perfect, but its not
Our voices always shouting, but never loud enough to be heard
And we’re the lucky ones
Always told to be mature, but when we take action, the world turns a blind eye
And we’re the lucky ones
We are fighting for our right to live on this planet, and we are told we are immature
And we’re the lucky ones
We have been brought up into a world with expectations higher than the moon
And we’re the lucky ones
We are scared for the future of our children, acting instead as the children of the planet
And we’re the lucky ones
Are we truly the lucky ones if our days are filled with rejection by those who are higher in power than us
Are we truly the lucky ones if we are constantly pushed down, our spirits broken, and never fully repaired
Are we truly the lucky ones if we spend our days fighting, and never winning a single battle
Are we truly the lucky ones if the moment we say one bad thing, we are ungrateful and stuck up
Are we truly the lucky ones if we can never say how hard we have it, for fear of disrespecting the people who came before us, thinking our hardship will never compare to theirs
Are we truly the lucky ones in this society?
I'm actually going to buy you a cookie cus that poem is really good (and cake makes me sick)
(I had to write this for English, experimenting with Slam poetry)
The Lucky Ones
The beginning of a new generation
The beginning of a new era
Its meant to be perfect, but its not
Our voices always shouting, but never loud enough to be heard
And we’re the lucky ones
Always told to be mature, but when we take action, the world turns a blind eye
And we’re the lucky ones
We are fighting for our right to live on this planet, and we are told we are immature
And we’re the lucky ones
We have been brought up into a world with expectations higher than the moon
And we’re the lucky ones
We are scared for the future of our children, acting instead as the children of the planet
And we’re the lucky ones
Are we truly the lucky ones if our days are filled with rejection by those who are higher in power than us
Are we truly the lucky ones if we are constantly pushed down, our spirits broken, and never fully repaired
Are we truly the lucky ones if we spend our days fighting, and never winning a single battle
Are we truly the lucky ones if the moment we say one bad thing, we are ungrateful and stuck up
Are we truly the lucky ones if we can never say how hard we have it, for fear of disrespecting the people who came before us, thinking our hardship will never compare to theirs
Are we truly the lucky ones in this society?
I'm actually going to buy you a cookie cus that poem is really good (and cake makes me sick)
Noh cookies. I have Apple Rn and chocolate to keep me awake
(wanna hear a cheesy christmas poem i wrote for school? (WA: i'll definitely be posting a more angsty version later.))
(hell yeah, show me)
Carolers at the doorstep singing
Hot cider, everyone is drinking
Reindeer on the roof i hear
Ice and snow bring winter cheer
Sleigh bells ringing in the night
Trees and tinsel are quite a sight
Mistletoe above me where i stand
All of us here hand in hand
Saint nick and his reindeer flying over head.
Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)
uhum- excuse me?! im under the mistletoe with a duck and garlic bread (adventure time and ace reference)
uhum- excuse me?! im under the mistletoe with a duck and garlic bread (adventure time and ace reference)
(never watched advemture time)
Garlic bread my beloved <333
uhum- excuse me?! im under the mistletoe with a duck and garlic bread (adventure time and ace reference)
(never watched advemture time)
Garlic bread my beloved <333
(run down is: one episode mc wanted to go to the movies but he had to "briing someone he could smooch." so he tried to bring a duck.)
uhum- excuse me?! im under the mistletoe with a duck and garlic bread (adventure time and ace reference)
(never watched advemture time)
Garlic bread my beloved <333
(run down is: one episode mc wanted to go to the movies but he had to "briing someone he could smooch." so he tried to bring a duck.)
hehe
✨ D u o k ✨