Any poetry

[22yearsbroken]

Id love to hear some open word poetry.. what ever come out just say it ... ill start

GLOW

I feel lost on this path,
With darkend skies above,
There seems no end no sunrise ahead,
With each turn i embrace the darkness.

But on chance i see a glow within the dark,
As solom feather falls at my feet,
My fear slips away,
As words whisper on subtle breeze,


" Do not weep at stone for me
Or lay in dreams of tears,
But share laughter and song
Of a life of love and light,
Youll never be lost for i will always
Be the glow that guides you,
The feather from heaven that protects you "

 

[Michi_Violeta]

Days are now gray,
they're all the same.
From exhaling fire
and inhaling love
to sleeping all day
to avoid being awake.

All day. Every day.
Grey. All the same.
A house is not a home
without a pet.
A heart is just a pump
without your love.
And life is just a chore
without my dreams.

A happy kid is now broken.
He died of just too
damn
much.
He just wanted to love cars,
love people,
love life:
now he's all trauma and scars.

 

[22yearsbroken]

Days are now gray,
they're all the same.
From exhaling fire
and inhaling love
to sleeping all day
to avoid being awake.

All day. Every day.
Grey. All the same.
A house is not a home
without a pet.
A heart is just a pump
without your love.
And life is just a chore
without my dreams.

A happy kid is now broken.
He died of just too
damn
much.
He just wanted to love cars,
love people,
love life:
now he's all trauma and scars.

beautiful..x

 

[Michi_Violeta]

beautiful..x

Yours too! It's a nice idea having an open word poetry thread, here's hoping others join so we can all take some pressure off and get creative.

 

[SkyFlower]

Silence

You wake up

One more day of dread

Depression greets you in its usual way by not letting you get out of bed

You now have some options in front of you, and you choose fight

Fight with all you have left

Depression bites you throughout the day

Like a dog sicking it's prey

You can push away the dog, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't escape it

For it knows you all too well

It knows that the fight is too long to keep going until the bell rings

So you fight in silence each day without sharing any of your experiences you have to tell.

And depression and all that it brings attacks and attacks and attacks day after day after day. Waiting for you to give up

But you don't give up. You will make it to that bell

You will here it's chime

You tell yourself that as the days go by

But each day more gruling than the last wears you down

So now all you can do is look down

Below you is the floor

You see it there

Staring at you with it's all so nasty glare

Good thing I don't have to touch it. You think as you think your last thought

You know that you fought as hard as you could

You know that you're just doing as one would when pain is all that's left

So you jump from the chair from which you now just stood

The rope tightens a last gasp is let out and a snap is heard

For deafening silence is now all that will ever come out of you

Never to be heard from again

Not even a word

 

[22yearsbroken]

Silence

You wake up

One more day of dread

Depression greets you in its usual way by not letting you get out of bed

You now have some options in front of you, and you choose fight

Fight with all you have left

Depression bites you throughout the day

Like a dog sicking it's prey

You can push away the dog, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't escape it

For it knows you all too well

It knows that the fight is too long to keep going until the bell rings

So you fight in silence each day without sharing any of your experiences you have to tell.

And depression and all that it brings attacks and attacks and attacks day after day after day. Waiting for you to give up

But you don't give up. You will make it to that bell

You will here it's chime

You tell yourself that as the days go by

But each day more gruling than the last wears you down

So now all you can do is look down

Below you is the floor

You see it there

Staring at you with it's all so nasty glare

Good thing I don't have to touch it. You think as you think your last thought

You know that you fought as hard as you could

You know that you're just doing as one would when pain is all that's left

So you jump from the chair from which you now just stood

The rope tightens a last gasp is let out and a snap is heard

For deafening silence is now all that will ever come out of you

Never to be heard from again

Not even a word

Honest and beautiful❤

 

[SkyFlower]

Honest and beautiful❤

Thank you as is yours

 

[dizzy.]

Id love to hear some open word poetry.. what ever come out just say it ... ill start

oh I love poetry!

here's something I wrote a few months(?) or so ago about two characters of mine (toxic relationship):

thou glow, just like a star
thou laugh, when i run
darkness--to me is light
whilst i drowse in your sight

thy soft like fur
of rabbit or sheep.
yet you cut like thorns,
and you sting like bleach.

thou scissor to paper
or forks to meat.
I, dolls to dogs
or lily's to weeds.

you're akin to illness,
thou kiss my teeth's.
lust rouse thy fang
of blades that reap.

broad fogs and curses
under silence thee paint;
your deafened voice;
cause me blindness to pain.

tis' death i dream of?
alas, moth to light,
i seek the heat;
thine heat that speaks
it comforts me.

the knifes that stab
they comfort me.
the flames that burn
they comfort me.
my blood, it runs
it comforts me.

thy words that fall from thine tongue
to mine
thine breath speak words worth todays and tomorrows.
thou art a rose, rhizome into me
for what I art worth, contrast to thee.

 

[Michi_Violeta]

Silence

You wake up

One more day of dread

Depression greets you in its usual way by not letting you get out of bed

You now have some options in front of you, and you choose fight

Fight with all you have left

Depression bites you throughout the day

Like a dog sicking it's prey

You can push away the dog, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't escape it

For it knows you all too well

It knows that the fight is too long to keep going until the bell rings

So you fight in silence each day without sharing any of your experiences you have to tell.

And depression and all that it brings attacks and attacks and attacks day after day after day. Waiting for you to give up

But you don't give up. You will make it to that bell

You will here it's chime

You tell yourself that as the days go by

But each day more gruling than the last wears you down

So now all you can do is look down

Below you is the floor

You see it there

Staring at you with it's all so nasty glare

Good thing I don't have to touch it. You think as you think your last thought

You know that you fought as hard as you could

You know that you're just doing as one would when pain is all that's left

So you jump from the chair from which you now just stood

The rope tightens a last gasp is let out and a snap is heard

For deafening silence is now all that will ever come out of you

Never to be heard from again

Not even a word

I love the structure, how it comes up and down, up again and then finally down. Perfectly mirrors how it feels living with this hell inside your soul.

the knifes that stab
they comfort me.
the flames that burn
they comfort me.
my blood, it runs
it comforts me.

This one hits close to home, loved it too!

 

[SkyFlower]

I love the structure, how it comes up and down, up again and then finally down. Perfectly mirrors how it feels living with this hell inside your soul.

Thanks , I love the existential melancholy/brokeness feeling that yours gives off, really shows how life will take the spark in your eye you had as a child out of with no remorse

oh I love poetry!

here's something I wrote a few months(?) or so about two characters of mine (toxic relationship):

thou glow, just like a star
thou laugh, when i run
darkness--to me is light
whilst i drowse in your sight

thy soft like fur
of rabbit or sheep.
yet you cut like thorns,
and you sting like bleach.

thou scissor to paper
or forks to meat.
I, dolls to dogs
or lily's to weeds.

you're akin to illness,
thou kiss my teeth's.
lust rouse thy fang
of blades that reap.

broad fogs and curses
under silence thee paint;
your deafened voice;
cause me blindness to pain.

tis' death i dream of?
alas, moth to light,
i seek the heat;
thine heat that speaks
it comforts me.

the knifes that stab
they comfort me.
the flames that burn
they comfort me.
my blood, it runs
it comforts me.

thy words that fall from thine tongue
to mine
thine breath speak words worth todays and tomorrows.
thou art a rose, rhizome into me
for what I art worth, contrast to thee.

Really love it, I relate so much. Pain comforts in a way unlike anything else

 

[Michi_Violeta]

Friday Night Lost Kitten

I wish I was a bird
only less ephemeral,
my mother told me once.

It's Friday night, of course I miss her.
Ship of lost souls, kindred spirits,
people in pain from the world all over
breathing words of poetry and salts.

My family is in front of me talking,
I feel like a ghost in front of them.
These letters are just an attempt, but
not the sort Ofcom would be thinking:
an attempt at distraction, maybe
entertainment, hopefully of memory.

I miss you, michi, I still love you.
Every day and every night
I wake up hoping and
at an altar a candle I light.

They told me lost kittens always find their way home.
I can only hope it happens before I'm too far gone.

 

[22yearsbroken]

Silence

You wake up

One more day of dread

Depression greets you in its usual way by not letting you get out of bed

You now have some options in front of you, and you choose fight

Fight with all you have left

Depression bites you throughout the day

Like a dog sicking it's prey

You can push away the dog, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't escape it

For it knows you all too well

It knows that the fight is too long to keep going until the bell rings

So you fight in silence each day without sharing any of your experiences you have to tell.

And depression and all that it brings attacks and attacks and attacks day after day after day. Waiting for you to give up

But you don't give up. You will make it to that bell

You will here it's chime

You tell yourself that as the days go by

But each day more gruling than the last wears you down

So now all you can do is look down

Below you is the floor

You see it there

Staring at you with it's all so nasty glare

Good thing I don't have to touch it. You think as you think your last thought

You know that you fought as hard as you could

You know that you're just doing as one would when pain is all that's left

So you jump from the chair from which you now just stood

The rope tightens a last gasp is let out and a snap is heard

For deafening silence is now all that will ever come out of you

Never to be heard from again

Not even a word

Honest and beautiful
There has been so many beautiful.. and powerful words spoken in this poetry thread its not just words.. its honesty and being open... we can say and talk about methods and our choices... but ive always found that spoken word can be the best way to bare you soul and put your heart on a plate for all to see...

 

[SkyFlower]

Honest and beautiful
There has been so many beautiful.. and powerful words spoken in this poetry thread its not just words.. its honesty and being open... we can say and talk about methods and our choices... but ive always found that spoken word can be the best way to bare you soul and put your heart on a plate for all to see...

Appreciate it! I couldn't agree more, we should be open about even the most personal things especially when it comes to poetry. It's a beautiful art form

 

[22yearsbroken]

Appreciate it! I couldn't agree more, we should be open about even the most personal things especially when it comes to poetry. It's a beautiful art form

Id love to see some art work aswell.. even if its doodle on a napkin most of my art how i feel i draw i write and just let the pencil do the work ..almost like auto pilot ....just just pen on paper and see what happens ..be art or poetry or song lyrics or whatever

 

[SkyFlower]

Id love to see some art work aswell.. even if its doodle on a napkin most of my art how i feel i draw i write and just let the pencil do the work ..almost like auto pilot ....just just pen on paper and see what happens ..be art or poetry or song lyrics or whatever

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Drawing is by no means my strong suit when it comes to art, but I did a quick sketch and got this. The knife reads "Aeternum Vale" which is Latin for "farewell forever". The blood drops from the broken heart also make a noose shape.

 

[dizzy.]

oh I love poetry!

posting another ..

this one has a little bit of 'religious' aspects in it, though it's not about god or religion
it was written about a friend of mine last year, about us becoming friends again the year before



Stray from my arms, lest hugs that I bring

Ergo, dispose painted psalms--tell words graved in ink.

Written is apologies, alas, I risk, twain shaded words imply faith and prosper;

Promises tied in colorful string, at heart, our liege engenders prayers and foster;

Purely a memory, thou art a blessing-- fogs, blurs scarring;

but alas, thou spirit cures with swathe, and stands in honor.

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Drawing is by no means my strong suit when it comes to art, but I did a quick sketch and got this. The knife reads "Aeternum Vale" which is Latin for "farewell forever". The blood drops from the broken heart also make a noose shape.

ah, this is really pretty, especially for a sketch!

 

[22yearsbroken]

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Drawing is by no means my strong suit when it comes to art, but I did a quick sketch and got this. The knife reads "Aeternum Vale" which is Latin for "farewell forever". The blood drops from the broken heart also make a noose shape.

Its awsome .. its honest pen to paper with meaning with heart its from within.. no one care if can draw snoopy or homer simpson its just you open and no hiding
I few of bits some dark some... well not as dark

 

[SkyFlower]

Its awsome .. its honest pen to paper with meaning with heart its from within.. no one care if can draw snoopy or homer simpson its just you open and no hiding
I few of bits some dark some... well not as dark

Thanks! Your work looks great, all distinct in their own way!

 

[22yearsbroken]

Probably my best as it has some words to it...

Echo

We leave echos of our voice from the past

Echos live on...sometimes
They shatter the glass around us with power

Echos of smiles and happines

My voice was lost

All thats left is my echos in the darkness....

Thanks! Your work looks great, all distinct in their own way!

Its litterally how ive managed to stay sane for so long...

 

[bleeding_heart_show]

Self expression is not becoming of me, so instead I am going to share my favorite John Berryman poem:

 

[hhtroc]

My favorite poem of all time

[POEM] The Crunch by Charles Bukowski

too much
too little
or too late
too fat
too thin
or too bad
laughter or
tears
or immaculate
unconcern
haters
lovers
armies running through streets of pain
waving wine bottles
bayoneting and fucking everyone
or an old guy in a cheap quiet room
with a photograph of Marilyn Monroe.
there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
a clock's hands.
there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in blinking neon
in Vegas, in Baltimore, in Munich.
people are tired
strafed by life
mutilated either by love or no
love.
we don't need new governments
new revolutions
we don't need new men
new women
we don't need new ways
we just need to care.
people are not good to each other
one on one.
people are just not good to each other.
we are afraid.
we think that hatred signifies
strength.
that punishment is
love.
what we need is less false education
what we need are fewer rules
fewer police
and more good teachers.
we forget the terror of one person
aching in one room
alone
unkissed
unspoken to
cut off
watering a plant alone
without a telephone that would never
ring anyway.
people are not good to each other
people are not good to each other
people are not good to each other
and the beads swing and the clouds obscure
and the dogs piss upon the roses
and the killer beheads the child like taking a bite
out of an ice cream cone
while the ocean comes in and goes out
in and out
in the thrall of a senseless moon.
and people are not good to each other

 

[avoid]

Something I wrote that reflects my state of mind. Maybe it resonates with others too.

Castle inside a castle.
Tainted slabs bare footsteps
leading to a barren room
where a king sat to rule,
now a tomb, the fool.

 

[hhtroc]

Poem I wrote



A different time ago, into a world that was so bright/
the sapling broke out of the ground and for the first time saw the light/
and the sunlight shone down on it and kept it safe and warm, every rain felt like refreshment, like an adventure every storm/
And as the tree grew taller, and the first leaves started to show, it started noticing the smells of mud and the coldness of the snow/
and the sunshine became blinding and the storm so suffocating, all the termites that formed tunnels and the birds that made their home/
And the tree it kept on growing, despite whatever pain may be, for it just always thought that's what it's like to be a tree/
And so the seasons came and went and the tree stood tall and strong, and everyone who came across it never noticed something wrong/
until one night the branches fell, with an ear deafening roar/
the tree collapsed back to the ground for it was rotten to the core.