SexySultryStephanie wrote:
Your poems are always enjoyable to read!
Dunedain-Ranger wrote:
Another reality
Ooo... that's really good.
Light Up The Night
Wide awake at 3 in the morning
So much the same as I was at 16
Staying awake, writing poetry
But topics so different; another life.
And yet there are cycles
Repetitive questions
The existential search for meaning
The unending battle of dark versus light
Fighting to run from and light up the night
Wide awake at 3 in the morning
So much the same as I was at 16
Staying awake, writing poetry
But topics so different; another life.
And yet there are cycles
Repetitive questions
The existential search for meaning
The unending battle of dark versus light
Fighting to run from and light up the night
You're my heart and soul. You'll always be my forever always love. You're my best freind. Declaring our love on our wedding day. Celebrating our anniversaries. You're my heart and soul. You'll always be my forever always love. My soulmate true love. The fate the mysteries brought us together. Weathering every storm. You and I belong together. In every line of bob dylans wedding song. You are my heart and soul. You'll be my forever always love. Nothing will tear us apart. In the church bells of Sunday and our final destiny. I'll be with you for all eternity my beloved partner in this life. You're my heart and soul. You'll be my forever always love.(for dunedain ranger and kaz)
All Your Rants
All your rants
An adorable masterpiece
Give them here
Send them to me
Tell me again
How those words in Russian,
With the wrong-gendered suffix
Are harsh on the ears.
Tell me again
How that guy dropped down
To his hands and knees
On the floor of the store.
Tell me again
How you're small but you're fierce
How your dog is invincible
Iced tea---a travesty!
How can they think that I don't want to know?
When every last word is it's own little show!
Well-crafted works of art made out of Life.
Send me your rants
All that joy, all that strife
It's all music
All your rants
An adorable masterpiece
Give them here
Send them to me
Tell me again
How those words in Russian,
With the wrong-gendered suffix
Are harsh on the ears.
Tell me again
How that guy dropped down
To his hands and knees
On the floor of the store.
Tell me again
How you're small but you're fierce
How your dog is invincible
Iced tea---a travesty!
How can they think that I don't want to know?
When every last word is it's own little show!
Well-crafted works of art made out of Life.
Send me your rants
All that joy, all that strife
It's all music
Might as well try lol
Times Have Changed
It was just another gloomy day,
Trying to keep the demons away
And out of this seemingly endless mind
Where they haunt me with memories on rewind.
Thoughts and dreams so different,
Yet similar to reality, or at least whats remnant
Of the destruction we have caused.
What ever happened to the movies paused,
To go play in the forests and seas?
Where did the times go, where our voices were not pleas?
When will it all feel normal again?
Will we ever see a time when our world was not so vain?
Will our children see the light of day,
Or will they be stuck in the same endless cycle of devil's play?
Forced to live in a world of war, famine, suffering, death,
It eels as if the only escape will be your final breath,
And it may be so as the reaper comes for all.
I just hope when he does come, it won't be because of a fall
Times Have Changed
It was just another gloomy day,
Trying to keep the demons away
And out of this seemingly endless mind
Where they haunt me with memories on rewind.
Thoughts and dreams so different,
Yet similar to reality, or at least whats remnant
Of the destruction we have caused.
What ever happened to the movies paused,
To go play in the forests and seas?
Where did the times go, where our voices were not pleas?
When will it all feel normal again?
Will we ever see a time when our world was not so vain?
Will our children see the light of day,
Or will they be stuck in the same endless cycle of devil's play?
Forced to live in a world of war, famine, suffering, death,
It eels as if the only escape will be your final breath,
And it may be so as the reaper comes for all.
I just hope when he does come, it won't be because of a fall
Crystaldragon126 wrote:
Might as well try lol
Times Have Changed
It was just another gloomy day,
Trying to keep the demons away
And out of this seemingly endless mind
Where they haunt me with memories on rewind.
Thoughts and dreams so different,
Yet similar to reality, or at least whats remnant
Of the destruction we have caused.
What ever happened to the movies paused,
To go play in the forests and seas?
Where did the times go, where our voices were not pleas?
When will it all feel normal again?
Will we ever see a time when our world was not so vain?
Will our children see the light of day,
Or will they be stuck in the same endless cycle of devil's play?
Forced to live in a world of war, famine, suffering, death,
It eels as if the only escape will be your final breath,
And it may be so as the reaper comes for all.
I just hope when he does come, it won't be because of a fall
Times Have Changed
It was just another gloomy day,
Trying to keep the demons away
And out of this seemingly endless mind
Where they haunt me with memories on rewind.
Thoughts and dreams so different,
Yet similar to reality, or at least whats remnant
Of the destruction we have caused.
What ever happened to the movies paused,
To go play in the forests and seas?
Where did the times go, where our voices were not pleas?
When will it all feel normal again?
Will we ever see a time when our world was not so vain?
Will our children see the light of day,
Or will they be stuck in the same endless cycle of devil's play?
Forced to live in a world of war, famine, suffering, death,
It eels as if the only escape will be your final breath,
And it may be so as the reaper comes for all.
I just hope when he does come, it won't be because of a fall
That's really fabulous. I love it. So much is relateable, too.
(Note: This one's kind of dramatic, but it's fine! It's just the mood I'm in.)
Owls Can't Fix It
Tim Burtonesque suburban cookie-cutter houses driving you crazy
Perfect blue skies with perfect white clouds, no storm for miles
Mid-life crisis in progress, want more but too hard, self-hate for being lazy
Want to see the "One Headlight" house burn
Creating something beautiful offers a reprieve from your mind
Always overreacting, like the body does with an allergy
No pathogens equals allergy to pollen and dust mites
No problems equals psychological pain
Life has to be not too simple, but simple enough
The Goldilocks zone
And I love that I can make physics, 80s movies, and Rock 'n Roll allusions
But all these thoughts
In the end
All come to nothing.
It's all Dust in the Wind.
And I want to burn it.
Into ashes.
Owls Can't Fix It
Tim Burtonesque suburban cookie-cutter houses driving you crazy
Perfect blue skies with perfect white clouds, no storm for miles
Mid-life crisis in progress, want more but too hard, self-hate for being lazy
Want to see the "One Headlight" house burn
Creating something beautiful offers a reprieve from your mind
Always overreacting, like the body does with an allergy
No pathogens equals allergy to pollen and dust mites
No problems equals psychological pain
Life has to be not too simple, but simple enough
The Goldilocks zone
And I love that I can make physics, 80s movies, and Rock 'n Roll allusions
But all these thoughts
In the end
All come to nothing.
It's all Dust in the Wind.
And I want to burn it.
Into ashes.
I'm longer drowning my sorrows. I look forward to tomorrow. Strip me of my satin and lace. Lay down with me before my fireplace. I'll be your angel frrom heaven above. I fell in love. I'll be your beautiful girl. I'll let you into my world. Behind my bedroom door. You'll only know my affection love sweetness tenderness. My honey lips my blessed kisses of abouslution. I'll be your angel from heaven above. I fell in love. I went from the fierce cold dark December to the colors and flowers of spring. Remember my heart love soul spirit is yours. I'm not holding back no more. I'll defend and will love protect my man. I'll be your angel from heaven above. I fell in love.
eat food. bite lip. die.
Came up with this myself.
The day is coming, the hour is nigh
In which the mortals many shall die
The trump and clatter of the world
Shall signify His rage unfurled
And in the battle that shall burst, the kings must rally for the worst,
For when the blood of gods shall stain the skies,
The Risen shall fall and The Fallen shall rise.
The day is coming, the hour is nigh
In which the mortals many shall die
The trump and clatter of the world
Shall signify His rage unfurled
And in the battle that shall burst, the kings must rally for the worst,
For when the blood of gods shall stain the skies,
The Risen shall fall and The Fallen shall rise.
SexySultryStephanie wrote:
I'm longer drowning my sorrows. I look forward to tomorrow. Strip me of my satin and lace. Lay down with me before my fireplace. I'll be your angel frrom heaven above. I fell in love. I'll be your beautiful girl. I'll let you into my world. Behind my bedroom door. You'll only know my affection love sweetness tenderness. My honey lips my blessed kisses of abouslution. I'll be your angel from heaven above. I fell in love. I went from the fierce cold dark December to the colors and flowers of spring. Remember my heart love soul spirit is yours. I'm not holding back no more. I'll defend and will love protect my man. I'll be your angel from heaven above. I fell in love.
Pretty
amelie-angele wrote:
eat food. bite lip. die.
Hahahahahahahahaha
Arcol wrote:
Came up with this myself.
The day is coming, the hour is nigh
In which the mortals many shall die
The trump and clatter of the world
Shall signify His rage unfurled
And in the battle that shall burst, the kings must rally for the worst,
For when the blood of gods shall stain the skies,
The Risen shall fall and The Fallen shall rise.
The day is coming, the hour is nigh
In which the mortals many shall die
The trump and clatter of the world
Shall signify His rage unfurled
And in the battle that shall burst, the kings must rally for the worst,
For when the blood of gods shall stain the skies,
The Risen shall fall and The Fallen shall rise.
That's good. Armageddonesque.
Little Rabbit
Little rabbit hopping through the trees,
My sorrow you cannot see.
Little rabbit jumping with fright,
Why can't my eyes be as bright?
Little rabbit, a thing without folly,
Won't you at least stay for tea?
Little rabbit, a maiden draped in white and lace,
I promise to give no chase.
Little rabbit please do not abandon me,
For I have roamed for centuries.
Forgive me for this threnody,
Will you still stay with me?
Please little rabbit, for no such company as thee,
Please little rabbit, won't you dance with me?
First poem I've written in a long so I'm a little rusty, but it was still fun to write.
Little rabbit hopping through the trees,
My sorrow you cannot see.
Little rabbit jumping with fright,
Why can't my eyes be as bright?
Little rabbit, a thing without folly,
Won't you at least stay for tea?
Little rabbit, a maiden draped in white and lace,
I promise to give no chase.
Little rabbit please do not abandon me,
For I have roamed for centuries.
Forgive me for this threnody,
Will you still stay with me?
Please little rabbit, for no such company as thee,
Please little rabbit, won't you dance with me?
First poem I've written in a long so I'm a little rusty, but it was still fun to write.
Peaches wrote:
Little Rabbit
Little rabbit hopping through the trees,
My sorrow you cannot see.
Little rabbit jumping with fright,
Why can't my eyes be as bright?
Little rabbit, a thing without folly,
Won't you at least stay for tea?
Little rabbit, a maiden draped in white and lace,
I promise to give no chase.
Little rabbit please do not abandon me,
For I have roamed for centuries.
Forgive me for this threnody,
Will you still stay with me?
Please little rabbit, for no such company as thee,
Please little rabbit, won't you dance with me?
First poem I've written in a long so I'm a little rusty, but it was still fun to write.
Little rabbit hopping through the trees,
My sorrow you cannot see.
Little rabbit jumping with fright,
Why can't my eyes be as bright?
Little rabbit, a thing without folly,
Won't you at least stay for tea?
Little rabbit, a maiden draped in white and lace,
I promise to give no chase.
Little rabbit please do not abandon me,
For I have roamed for centuries.
Forgive me for this threnody,
Will you still stay with me?
Please little rabbit, for no such company as thee,
Please little rabbit, won't you dance with me?
First poem I've written in a long so I'm a little rusty, but it was still fun to write.
I love that, it's very cute!
Oh dear, I don't write poetry often, but here is something I whipped up when I needed something to present. Be warned, this is not my strongest suit.
Happy?
Depression isn’t just sadness
Depression is a constant feeling of emptiness
This numbness and uselessness
The lack of understanding, because who really knows?
This constant feeling of self hatred
The uselessness, the inability of concentration
All of it buried beneath a painful smile of lies and deceit that nobody ever sees
Wearing a mask that you just painted
This sadness, this hopeless feeling
Depression isn’t just crying alone
It’s screaming with a soundless voice
Where nobody can hear your cries for help, your need to be heard
Just to finally stop bleeding
It’s trying to drown yourself in hopes to feel something
But instead you’re just drowning, watching everyone else breathing fine around you, yet you’re choking on the murky blackness you’re sinking in.
It’s trying to claw yourself out of a bottomless pit
Slipping and falling because you can’t catch a grip
And just when you finally get to the top
Life comes along and knocks you right off
It’s sleepless nights just staring at the ceiling
Tossing and turning because you hate what you’re seeing
Because the moment you close your eyes that’s when the nightmares come creeping
And into your bones you find those thoughts seeping
It’s that unconditional love and support you feel you don’t deserve
You’re useless, you’re worthless, you’re nothing, you reserve
Hide it all away because no one will never understand how it feels
To sit in that classroom and wish you were dead
To hear the whispers and think they’re about you
About how they laugh at you and think you’re pathetic
Wipe away tears you didn’t know you were shedding
And the inability to stop them from seeing that words really do hurt
And the yelling, always the yelling
The disappointment, the screaming
The I wish you would wake ups
The I wish you were differents
The I wish you’d just find the motivation
The I don’t understands, what’s wrong with you?
It’s begging for someone to save you
Trying to find that rope to cling to
Shake the water of your trembling body
Pushing it to the furthest part of your consciousness so it stops hurting
But once you’ve buried it inside you it just starts to fester
It builds and it builds and you think it’s a tester
And once the damn bursts there’s nothing to stop it
No people to comfort you, no way to just fit
So you turn to hurting yourself
Tearing your skin
Putting yourself down
Because killing yourself is a sin
Doped up on meds and trapped in your mind
Therapy sessions don’t do anything, they’re completely blind
On the phone, doing homework
Trying to distract yourself with something that just like clockwork
You scream and you cry
You ache and you groan
You try to wake up
But the further you walk the farther you get
There’s a light, you can’t see it
It’s cold, black, and grey
It’s a monochrome of black and white
And finally it’s over
You’re numb again
You’re tired
You’d done trying
You’ve given up
Yeah, I guess I’m afraid to be happy
Because when I’m happy
Something bad always happens.
Happy?
Depression isn’t just sadness
Depression is a constant feeling of emptiness
This numbness and uselessness
The lack of understanding, because who really knows?
This constant feeling of self hatred
The uselessness, the inability of concentration
All of it buried beneath a painful smile of lies and deceit that nobody ever sees
Wearing a mask that you just painted
This sadness, this hopeless feeling
Depression isn’t just crying alone
It’s screaming with a soundless voice
Where nobody can hear your cries for help, your need to be heard
Just to finally stop bleeding
It’s trying to drown yourself in hopes to feel something
But instead you’re just drowning, watching everyone else breathing fine around you, yet you’re choking on the murky blackness you’re sinking in.
It’s trying to claw yourself out of a bottomless pit
Slipping and falling because you can’t catch a grip
And just when you finally get to the top
Life comes along and knocks you right off
It’s sleepless nights just staring at the ceiling
Tossing and turning because you hate what you’re seeing
Because the moment you close your eyes that’s when the nightmares come creeping
And into your bones you find those thoughts seeping
It’s that unconditional love and support you feel you don’t deserve
You’re useless, you’re worthless, you’re nothing, you reserve
Hide it all away because no one will never understand how it feels
To sit in that classroom and wish you were dead
To hear the whispers and think they’re about you
About how they laugh at you and think you’re pathetic
Wipe away tears you didn’t know you were shedding
And the inability to stop them from seeing that words really do hurt
And the yelling, always the yelling
The disappointment, the screaming
The I wish you would wake ups
The I wish you were differents
The I wish you’d just find the motivation
The I don’t understands, what’s wrong with you?
It’s begging for someone to save you
Trying to find that rope to cling to
Shake the water of your trembling body
Pushing it to the furthest part of your consciousness so it stops hurting
But once you’ve buried it inside you it just starts to fester
It builds and it builds and you think it’s a tester
And once the damn bursts there’s nothing to stop it
No people to comfort you, no way to just fit
So you turn to hurting yourself
Tearing your skin
Putting yourself down
Because killing yourself is a sin
Doped up on meds and trapped in your mind
Therapy sessions don’t do anything, they’re completely blind
On the phone, doing homework
Trying to distract yourself with something that just like clockwork
You scream and you cry
You ache and you groan
You try to wake up
But the further you walk the farther you get
There’s a light, you can’t see it
It’s cold, black, and grey
It’s a monochrome of black and white
And finally it’s over
You’re numb again
You’re tired
You’d done trying
You’ve given up
Yeah, I guess I’m afraid to be happy
Because when I’m happy
Something bad always happens.
VocaCoreMauUniverse wrote:
That was really raw and deep and heavy and moving. I can relate to it in a lot of ways. Thanks for sharing that.
Abigail_Austin wrote:
VocaCoreMauUniverse wrote:
That was really raw and deep and heavy and moving. I can relate to it in a lot of ways. Thanks for sharing that.
This poem kinda sucks, but it still means a lot. To me it is pretty sad, but I don't know about y'all. I am also not the greatest at naming. Anywho, here it is:
Smile Again
The sun shines down on them
Neat, pretty dresses hugging the youngest two
Everyone else wears pants.
Clean, wooden blocks in the hand of one of the sisters
Another hand reaching for more
Guiding the other hand over to a circle.
“Once we are done, we will have a nice wishing well,”
The old man with the big hands spoke
He put a smile onto the smaller face.
An hour passes
A new game begins
A football crashes into some bowling pins
“Let me try,”
The old man had insisted
While others laughed and said no.
His walker rolls over the grass
Leaving small trails where he goes
Leaving large prints where his feet were.
The football flies through the air
Escaping his grip
It is clear he has done this before.
The cheers after the best score
His bright smile
As he settles into his walker chair once more.
Present day.
Making joke plans for a vacation
It would be nice to escape for once.
“California would be great,”
One girl speaks with a smile
The one that once was small.
The mother looking over nervous
Maybe a bit sad
As she tells the girl about the old man
The old man
Isn’t doing so well
The girl doesn’t joke anymore.
That may
Have been
The last time
She would see his smile again.
The sun shines down on them
Neat, pretty dresses hugging the youngest two
Everyone else wears pants.
Clean, wooden blocks in the hand of one of the sisters
Another hand reaching for more
Guiding the other hand over to a circle.
“Once we are done, we will have a nice wishing well,”
The old man with the big hands spoke
He put a smile onto the smaller face.
An hour passes
A new game begins
A football crashes into some bowling pins
“Let me try,”
The old man had insisted
While others laughed and said no.
His walker rolls over the grass
Leaving small trails where he goes
Leaving large prints where his feet were.
The football flies through the air
Escaping his grip
It is clear he has done this before.
The cheers after the best score
His bright smile
As he settles into his walker chair once more.
Present day.
Making joke plans for a vacation
It would be nice to escape for once.
“California would be great,”
One girl speaks with a smile
The one that once was small.
The mother looking over nervous
Maybe a bit sad
As she tells the girl about the old man
The old man
Isn’t doing so well
The girl doesn’t joke anymore.
That may
Have been
The last time
She would see his smile again.
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