I thought it would be fun to make this thread for people to express their emotions. Rules: -the poem can be whatever length -it must have something to do with how you are feeling or what you are thinking about -this can be any kind of poem, so no rhyming required I'll start off with a poem (this is really my first poem outside of school so bear with me): Your eyes keep me up at night The memory of your arms wrapped around me The sadness in your eyes is all I see Under the sadness, a smile A smile as bright as the sun itself It makes me warm Makes me feel at home This has to stop I have to keep you From poisoning me With thoughts of love That will not ever be We're just friends That's all we'll ever be For now, I see your sadness filled eyes And a shimmer of hope Inside of my eyes There isn't a shimmer of hope But a black veil That's hides the truth Straight and Gay don't go together And that is why my love will never be
I'm leaving this home on a Saturday Still haven't divided the photographs Who can decide such things? No lawyer or priest or rule of thumb Could ever come up with who keeps which The children by the sea Or a laughing face in the shoes that are too big
Home. Home. Home. It is not built Like a house On the steep block with the amazing view Rather It is engraved On the worn wooden floors Like the memories of my footsteps My home Is now painted a ghastly shade Of burnt orange And is inhabited by other folks I am stuck On the wrong side of the country Just my luck. Nothing could stop me When I was whole But now I am broken Unrecognisable Like an orange house, no longer a home.
As the night looms and draws nigh I look within I am prone to hear more in the silence My dear, isn't it quite ironic then? These feelings cannot be decoded by science Where is the hero I asked to be, I pray? Did the fear make her turn and run away? Sword and shield why do they flee? And become replaced by a naked me? I wanted to rescue damsels and to foil dragons, The judgmental eyes bore into my thus weakened spirit My love has been considered that of Pagans, But my Divine master says for love I shall not fear it.
Slipping and sliding Zipping and striding Ripping and riding Eternally raking, But ever presiding Over an ever growing, Overflowing, Ocean of leaves. Inspired by the dense oak trees and the carpets of leaves they left at my old house. There is no exaggeration above.
Even though I'm a very happy person all I write is sad stuff. Example: Is love always a sacred blessing, or does it sometimes mean you're cursed? Because when I thought I was over it, my heart's been recoerced. Is love really like on craft day, with red hearts made out of felt? Because to me that was the biggest lie the teacher's ever dealt. Is love all it's cut out to be, a precious gift wrapped in lace? Because all love has given me is tears streaming down my face. Is love really that warming, like chicken noodle soup for the soul? Because all that love has given to me was a buggy, nasty cold. Is love at first sight really truer than us mortals can see? Because to me, love at first sight can only happen in dreams. Is love really like in weddings and movies, where they say "Til' death do us part?" or is it like in real life where the marriage was doomed from the start. Is love really like in music, where everything's in a catchy tune? Or is it just a relentless ordeal that leaves your soul black and blue. Is love really like in the fairy tales, where everyone lives happily ever after? Or is it like when this sorry tale ends, that I will never love again hereafter. I have some sort of weird talent for writing sad poems/stories.
I don't want to go to school Perhaps I can fake sick But my forehead feels too cool And my mom's being a dick.
fucking birthdays why are you wishing me well? you hate me you all hate me don't congratulate me congratulate my mother she's the one who went through childbirth
Is all the pain we feel the same? Do we all witness the same rain? Whether countryside Or far away? Darkest night Or light of day? Does everyone feel the same as me? Does everyone feel this pain with me? I don't know if my life's harder But it cannot be the worst. I just wish I could be normal And ignore this heart that hurts. But I can't destroy this feeling And I can't ignore this ache, Because I know deep down inside That we all don't hurt the same.
College Math Why are you hard? I want to take a bath Instead of doing this, which is making me bored.
In the meadow stood a tree, Swaying in the breeze. That sifted through the blades of grass, Natures mind at ease. Leaves were falling to the ground, Landing way of course, Gently never making sound, Descending without force. The clouds above up in the sky, Never have no time, Slowly glidding, passing by, On a a day so fine.
I was once good at poetry, But now I'll just climb a tree, and throw myself into the sea, I grade this a solid D.
This pointless construction of verse, Mindless addiction of the brain, But how could it get any worse, When you've already gone insane? LOL. Peace! (!)
You learn what you see, You do what you learn, You live what you do, And you are what you live. But I don't want to be what I see.
I'm going to write one about how I've been struggling with being happy recently, but I'm learning how to be happy again. My feelings go untouched my thoughts go unheard my silence overcomes me flocks around me just like birds My emotions are a test my pencil is my mind no eraser on this pencil because life isn't too kind My feelings are all insomniacs my happiness is the bed my feelings cannot be put to rest my happiness is dead The thoughts that go around can’t ever stop again because at no point does a circle ever end My sanity is a psycho my heart is the asylum it rests inside and echoes in the loudness of my silence People can’t let demons take control of them loneliness cannot be their only friend happiness comes to everyone who chooses to reach a lesson that can be learned, but one you can never teach
I wrote this in the last creative writing class I took. It is meant to not be religious. The last line is meant to be we are all the same. The Path These presents I give I give them without reservation No regard to my consequences For… human kindness can never be wrong I give them as they were given to me Given to enlighten the beauty within A beauty hidden even to yourself A time for the spirit that was stolen To be reborn….to be the child Just as it was for me I take from this… my reawaking Of the presents that sleep A touch that will forever guide us Along the hidden path The path was always there Always waiting Knowing that trust Illuminates the beacon Driven by the righteousness within A fire which can never be extinguished Burning through doubt ….society norms For… righteousness trumps all comers For we are all children of God