forum Poem space for bad poets
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@FRANKtheTritoposaur group

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.

@FRANKtheTritoposaur group

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?

@Elise_Has_Been_Hidden_In_The_Sand

(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

@FRANKtheTritoposaur group

(OH YEAH?? I run around barefoot in the snow for the hell of it. I also have fried oreos and steel vengeance(the best roller coaster in the WORLD). Have fun with your f A I r y T oA s t and calling sprinkles hundreds and thousands. I can afford to just trap my spiders with a cup and don't need to worry about dying if I go into the woods.)

@Elise_Has_Been_Hidden_In_The_Sand

(atleast OUR food is original, seriously, name me one food from america that actully originated there. we have a better education system and more diverse wildlife. go have fun with donald trump while we actully learn stuff with julia gillard, a female president. you guys WISH that you had female leaders. mic drop)

@FRANKtheTritoposaur group

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.

@FRANKtheTritoposaur group

//TW// self harm

FUN FACT I WROTE THIS ON THE BUS

@Elise_Has_Been_Hidden_In_The_Sand

(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?

@FRANKtheTritoposaur group

(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)

@Elise_Has_Been_Hidden_In_The_Sand

(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

@IcarusFightsTheSun book

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.