forum POEMS post 'em here my friends!

Started February 07, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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ah thank u

@darling-velocipede I'm not sure which version I like better, but this re-write holds more clarity of voice and imagery, I think. Either way, awesome work as always! ^^

also frances's poem was amazing i am obsessed with the surreal, skipping-around tone and the contrast between beautiful and nostalgic concepts and harsher narration (coughing, burning plastic, guilt)

I'm starved for feedback and your poems always baffle me with their imagery— so !!! thank you :')

(Whelp, all of y'all are amazing poets. So don't mind me while I wait a whole three days to finally get some confidence and post mine. Like, y'all are really good with imagery, so props.)

(ahaha post away! Don't be shy! I'm sure your poems are great XD That said, I'm also kinda struggling to make myself post something lol)

(P)reincarnation

Alexander the Great slew me on the battlefield.

He threw his lance, lashed with his sword, and spilled my blood, all whirling gold cloth and scarlet feather plumes as he

swept by in his screaming chariot.

I turned, the world slowed to make room for me. In that moment, I knew many things.

Surprised by my own death, I

stilled in the mad ocean storm of

bodies–

"You killed me," I whispered through cracked lips

and "But you're just a boy, really."

And he was. His eyes white with fear, white as the eyes of his ghost-touched, demon-stroked horse. I fell in love with the both of them–a mother's love–and the charioteers, and the hate-sick infantrymen, and the corpses under my knees. I opened my arms to embrace them and to tell them it was time to rest.

But the dear king had already rushed into the crashing waves of arrow and shield. Time

no longer cradled me in its palm.

My embrace was instead

met and filled

with the dusty folds of death's cloak.

(Okay here, now I go die in a hole.)

I'm wandering, stuck with an angel's wings.
Wings that are unwilling to fly due to how many times they've seen the ground;
they've grown attached to the soil.

And I walk along the dirt-paved roads, straw hat held on my shoulders
by a string; it's wearing thin. Waiting to snap. But even still, I keep it on
as a thank you to the one who needs it.

I look up to the sky, the clouds drift bye and smile.
They whisper wishes of 'see you soon' and 'I'll be waiting' even though
we all know it will likely never be true.

Bandages hide the shackles that bind me,
a limb blocks the lights that blind me; I sleep within the arms of trees.
They hold me tight, despite all the foul I've done. Like a forgiving mother

They give me solace, even within this martyring hollowness.
They love me so; I love them more than they know.
I'll get to them one day, and I'll get to meet you too.

Just wait for me. I promise you'll see me one day. Past the cloudy skies I will drift and reign, no matter the costs; ready or not. It could take me 800 years or just one a day, but I'll break the glassy sky above me. I will see the heavens again, I will fly again, I will see you again. With or without God's blessing.

(This is so embarrassing agggghhhh)

love poetry n chill? someday i should get outside my comfort zone n write about myself but that is s c a r y

(Well, my anxiety over sharing my work is dying down, so have this.)

The sky is greying as my hair turns white
The stress of a new day is too much to bear
Especially without you over my shoulder, smiling
Has it been a day or three years since you walked away?

Can I hold your hand just for ten years longer?
I just want to stay by your side even if no one else wants me there.
And though it hurts to be parted so soon, it still hurts less
than falling apart without you. Why is that?

I see your face on the silver linings but you refuse to smile at me.
I reach my hand up to the sky and wave, the clouds come apart.
"How long was I asleep for? And why did it feel so much like this reality?"
You weren't there then, and you aren't here now. It's unfair.

Even though we drift apart day by day, we still feel closer than before.
Just two centimetres apart, leaning in for the kiss.
Your hand rests atop mine within this blissful memory
it's beginning to draw back, and it's scratching me away.

Floating in the sky, you found a new one
Did they replace me? Do you love them? How long will they last?
How long can they stand on the sands before you leave their hands?
The dawn is fading like a yatagarasu into the night.

Are you forgetting me already? Does my love float in vain?
Dying with the last shred of me, it meets your lips.
It's begging for a kiss goodbye, a goodbye to what I was to you.
And for you to remember all that you were to me.

(I decided not to share the title because it's weird and I cannot think of a new one.)

(Here's a shorter one)

Summer is such a finite amount of time
it goes so fast, it can only be held on to as long as it holds back.
But for some reason, when I'm with you, it feels like I can hold on to summer as long as you hold me.
It makes me feel like we're back in our summer uniforms, sharing our second kiss
The one where you said "I love you" for the first time.
The way you pulled on my necktie as the distance between us closed; your soft eyelids slowly lowering
behind the fortress of your oblong glasses.
Fireworks went off in my heart, whistling loud before sizzling off in a beautiful explosion.
The moment felt like something I didn't deserve.
Kiseki.
It's all here in your arms. I wanna stay in them forever and even the day after.
Until the winter goes away, and the world shares our summer, our joy
our utter bliss.