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I like this one too. You see analogies everywhere.

I have a tendency to only write poetry as songs and usually only for rps. In general that means they don't have titles or anything fancy like that. Here's one I wrote recently for an rp on this very site.

True my love, I'll follow thee.
In you I'll make my home.
True my love, I'll follow thee.
Wherever thou might roam.

An' through the brier,
An' cross the waste,
An' over the mountain it lead me
My love will guide me to your place
An' I shall ne'er leave thee.

True my love, I'll follow thee.
No, never shall I stray.
True my love, I'll follow thee.
Close by thy side I'll stay.

Against the wind,
Against the wave,
Against the chill I'll triumph still
To thee my heart I truly gave
An' I shall ne'er leave thee

True my love, I'll follow thee.
Though time flows ever on.
True my love, I'll follow thee.
Until my life is gone.

An' through the dark
Before the gods
On to the life that waits beyond
My heart in yours lives ever on
An' I shall ne'er leave thee

It's amazing what it can do,
For someone to believe in you.
It's a powerful force, like the wind
That blows through a landscape,
And changes it.

When someone believes in you,
All of a sudden, you find yourself
Doing things
....that you never
........thought
............you could do.

That's really pretty. Reminds me of an Irish folk song or something. Like there's one I like about "Wild Mountain Thyme" I can't remember but I like those kind of things and this has that same feel.

So in your head, does it have a tune?

It does, though I can't actually read or write music per se. I can sing it, but I wouldn't know how to actually write it out.

Fun fact, you aren't far off with the Irish folk music referenc. It sort of sounds like that in my head too. So apparently it translates better than I thought.

Yeah, I guess it does!

This is lovely. I also have a tendancy to write more song like poems. At least I used to anyway.

I have some others posted on allpoetry that I can't really share here because several contain swearing and more intense emotional content. Here's my profile if anyone wants to check more out.

https://allpoetry.com/FromAfar

This is such a good idea for a thread, so thanks to everybody for sharing. I write poetry pretty often... and post it to Tumblr sometimes. I'll re-post my favorite one here:

Empty, open, naught to hide.
This is not the place I knew.
In my dream-mind memory view,
I spied old friends, and lovers too. The hushing tone is hissed, terse.
I yearn for long-past child days,
For memory palace, next to waves.
A dream of fire, sand, and song.
To paradise, I once belonged,
But age’s moon-pull proved too strong.

Wow...that hit me hard, I love it

Thanks, Em.

I must hasten to add that my fears were unfounded! No one has ever said anything like that to me, or about me that I know of, and as an adult, I have lots of friends. At the time, I was just terrified of being different, but as it turns out, it was ok. It is okay. For everybody. The way I see it now...ppl are all made differently for a reason.

Oh god, I can beyond relate. My ex who dumped me in November was a very toxic and abusive person so. Solidarity dear. 💕

Ah, this is amazing. I used to write poetry long ago when I was a kid. I still write it, but it's on and off. Not enough to make a career out of it or anything (but that was my dream when I was younger, though!). But this is my latest poem, written... just a few hours ago, to be honest with you!

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This is why I stay home at night.

It took one hour to see your face,
And one week to see you smile.
One year to call you a friend,
Two years to say you're my sibling,
And three years to realize that all your dreams
Were naught but false mistakes.

Now I wonder how long it took
Between the fifth and sixth years
To realize with disgusted cries
That you were a stain on my painted walls
I once had called a work of art.

This is stunning honestly.

Reverie

Light that dances off the snow breathes
new life brought forth from a simple construct
many ignore the simplest day to day occurrences
I support dreamers because they do not.

Glance up at the sky and see a painting
that which has existed for trillions of years
sketch me immortal still it will not compare
glimmering star light innocent but not young.

Vexing air heavy on their shoulders
dreamers tirelessly clawing at the mind
search for answers and return with five
no single thought be bound by rationality.

You paint a single flower in your mind
field of daisies spawn from the heart
we grow weeds and roses with rigid thorns
sprout up from our crowns and lead our crisis.

The night bell tolled past one
To mark the hour three
And there I saw her at the well
Beneath the apple tree

No wind could stir her ebon' hair
Nor shake blossoms from her gown
I saw not her visage fair
As she tumbled down

Quick, I shot from the sill
To race down the haunted hill
Towards the voice in the well
Of the lady from a distant hell

When there upon the stones I reached
Finding shadows twisting beneath my feet
And the apple tree rotted and bleached
I heard her whisper soft and sweet
Her promise toward my defeat
The hour in which we shall finally meet.

Meet Me There
by: me

Do you want to take a break
From the chaos, from the heartache
From the seconds ticking by
From the constant urge to cry

Do you want to step outside
Find a quiet place to hide
Where time stands still, and thoughts dissolve
And there is nothing left to solve

Come, and rest inside my arms
There's no hustle, no alarms
Nothing that you have to do
Except to let me care for you

Let's escape the universe
A place where time and space reverse
Through a loophole, through a door
That no one's ever found before

If I could, I'd take you there
I'd gently brush away your care
I'd wrap you in a sweet embrace
I'd rub your hair, and touch your face

I'd let you take the time you need
To rage, to cry, and just to breathe
To rest your head upon my shoulder
Until we're both two hours older

They won't see us disappear
No one would even know we're here
Everything would stay the same
There'd be no heartache, be no blame

Just peace and quiet solitude
You with me, and me with you
Moments, stolen from the wheel
To transfer all the love I feel

Skin to skin, and heart to heart
Two bodies that don't have to part
Not for a while, not 'til you smile
And realize why it's all worthwhile

I know we can't. I know. It's fine.
That place is just inside my mind
But if that place exists somewhere
I wish that you could meet me there.

This is so incredibly beautiful. Both in subject matter and in the way you articulated it.

Thank you SO much, it means quite a bit to me that you read and commented on it. I thought so too. It came to me today and I had to drop everything to write it down. lol One of those moments, you know? And it came out really well; I'm really proud of it. If I had written it here and no one had read it or commented on it, I would have been dissapointed. The person who usually reads my poems on here is on a break (Emo), so I was like awww man, I'll bet no one's going to read it. And yet, someone did, and you really get it! So, thank you so so much!