forum Poetry?
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Deleted user

Poetry is really fun to me so i started this thing where i listen to a song and write a poem about the scenario i make in my head. . .

@momo-tron

hell-to-the-yeah! poetry is so beautiful and such an easy and fun way for me to express myself. i'd love to hear what you guys have written/read recently that means something to you.

Deleted user

Heyyy, that's actually a really good idea, you you guys want to post stuff that we've written? We won't have to worry about the people that read it judging us, if you all want to.

@StarkSpangledMayflower

Sure, I usually write dark poems and sometimes they're really short lol. Sometimes I'll write nice things. Ot really depends on my mood

For example:

*When within you a darkness exists
And it stays there, like a cyst
Prove it wrong
Because you are strong
And a rainbow appears in the mist

Or

A flash is silver
A flick of the wrist
She disappeared, in a burst of red mist

Deleted user

I usually write freeform type of stuff, so here's one of mine:
What’s it like
To be an altruist
An artist

What’s it like to have thoughts racing through your brain about the most wonderful things
Yet you can never get them out and onto paper

What’s it like
To think art is more beautiful than real life

What’s it like to lie awake at night
Imagining
Living

And yet, to still feel numb
To go out in the real world and act like you didn’t just feel the things you felt.

What’s it like
To understand the misunderstood
To feel people’s pain and joy like they’re your own
And to hide your empathy

What’s it like to be shot down
Ignored
When you have colors to put into the black and white life around you

What’s it like?
They’ll never know.

Deleted user

That was really good. I started writing some really sucky poems…

Deleted user

here's some of mine!

rainbow, pt. 1
a beacon of hope for a group of people who were ostracized and mocked by the rest of society.
a beacon of hope for a group of people who were ostracized and mocked by the rest of society.
i see no difference.
choose, the world screams, you cannot be one without destroying the other.
i cannot.
both rainbows are part of me.
if you kill one, you kill me too.
they have melded and melted and dripped together down that long long pane of glass
until i can no longer tell which is which.

rainbow, pt. 2
i choose to love.
i choose to love my future spouse and my forever God.
it does not matter, the difference.
why do some, who have never felt that light of the rainbow, choose to tell me who i can love?
the light of knowing that i can love whoever i want, no matter their gender.
the light of a loving God, who has accepted me as his child and will love me no matter what.
and yet, i am not a true bisexual, a true Christian
for knowing that light is light is light.

@yeetus

Here's depresso. All lower case because aesthetic

masks

i hid my brokenness with
plastered smiles
forced laughs
wore my masks so well that
even you can’t see through me
(but i wish
oh i wish
that you could)

i act too well
so well that i
could almost convince myself
that i’m fine
that i’m normal
but when i feel the screams bubbling
at the back of my throat
heavy, suffocating
i know that i
am not (can't)
and perhaps
never will

Deleted user

This one sucks, so y'all don't have to read it, I'm just saying

Fake Friends

After you left,
I cried,
Wondering if we could be friends again.
Dying to know if you cared.

After you left,
I got over myself,
And the apathy took over.

After you left,
I became me again,
Yet you didn't want that.

After you left,
I was free.

You broke your promise, y'know…

Deleted user

Here's depresso. All lower case because aesthetic

masks

i hid my brokenness with
plastered smiles
forced laughs
wore my masks so well that
even you can’t see through me
(but i wish
oh i wish
that you could)

i act too well
so well that i
could almost convince myself
that i’m fine
that i’m normal
but when i feel the screams bubbling
at the back of my throat
heavy, suffocating
i know that i
am not (can't)
and perhaps
never will

Oh my God, I love this!

Deleted user

(Hey, here's some poetry. What do y'all think? I'm fine if you don't like it, constructive criticism helps!)

Loss affects everyone.

Loss is unexpected.

Loss is silent.

Loss says every unspoken word there is to say.

Loss affects more than what was lost. It affects the people who lost it.

Loss happens to everyone.

Car keys.

Glasses.

Money.

Someone’s home.

A loved one.

All of these things, no matter how small, matter.

When others lose,

There’s a

Pat on

The shoulder.

“Sorry for your loss,”

They say.

But you’re fading away

The white cottony seeds of a dandelion,

Floating

Away

In the wind.

That heavy sound of a cut-down tree,

In the middle of the forest,

Nobody around to hear it,

But it still makes a sound,

A soft, mournful creeaaaak,

And then a loud CRACK!

Shouting that

“I lost something!

“And now I myself am lost,

“Alone,

“Confused,

“And nobody can understand

“Any of

“What I feel,”

And you feel like you’re spinning,

Falling away in a deep black pool,

The inky substance consuming you,

Taking away that feeling of joy

And hope

And you feel like you can’t

Keep on

Doing this

Anymore

ADDENDUM:

Loss tears you apart,

You grieve,

You fall,

You give in,

You heal.

Loss hurts, but it can also cleanse,

And you can’t remove the scar,

But you can patch it up,

And nobody is okay

With the fact

That this happened,

Because this happened,

But this happened,

And eventually,

We’re all gonna be

Okay.