poetry megathread

[little helpers]

I *did* use the motherfucking searchbar and we don't have a poetry megathread yet. people seem to want one. I'm starting it cuz I need a place to post my own and I wanna read all of yours. a lot of my own stuff are intended/have been used as lyrics. here's one.


under the bunk bed
there is lost dreams carried in capped syringe
orange is the junkie color junkie flavor
alphabet soup in a spoon waiting to be free
carpet roaming, smile on faces
hero or clown the happy fuck-up kid
in a living room rally
before the statue collapse oh my blue in OD

I've never met
someone like you, you brat
you need a lesson in taking care of yourself
I wanna hold you through this till we're sober and over it
but, I am yourself
we never had the time to sit down and chill
to your favourite opium songs
but we'll do it tomorrow
and tomorrow never comes

are these tears of sadness, tears of remorse
or dopesick in withdrawals
there was a time when you swear
you'd never get addicted
left the conversation in a reddit chat box
we never talked, anymore
no baby girl I don't hate you
tell me 'bout it I was only tryna help
it's not heaven or hell

I've never met
someone like you, you brat
you're a train wreck never coming home
but we'll do repairs if you're willing
and tonight I can drive you home
we never had a chance to sit down and talk
about garage bands and the high school dreams
put your future wish in an old recording
"into the wild open, silent spinning"

 

[Simba]

I *did* use the motherfucking searchbar and we don't have a poetry megathread yet. people seem to want one. I'm starting it cuz I need a place to post my own and I wanna read all of yours. a lot of my own stuff are intended/have been used as lyrics. here's one.


under the bunk bed
there is lost dreams carried in capped syringe
orange is the junkie color junkie flavor
alphabet soup in a spoon waiting to be free
carpet roaming, smile on faces
hero or clown the happy fuck-up kid
in a living room rally
before the statue collapse oh my blue in OD

I've never met
someone like you, you brat
you need a lesson in taking care of yourself
I wanna hold you through this till we're sober and over it
but, I am yourself
we never had the time to sit down and chill
to your favourite opium songs
but we'll do it tomorrow
and tomorrow never comes

are these tears of sadness, tears of remorse
or dopesick in withdrawals
there was a time when you swear
you'd never get addicted
left the conversation in a reddit chat box
we never talked, anymore
no baby girl I don't hate you
tell me 'bout it I was only tryna help
it's not heaven or hell

I've never met
someone like you, you brat
you're a train wreck never coming home
but we'll do repairs if you're willing
and tonight I can drive you home
we never had a chance to sit down and talk
about garage bands and the high school dreams
put your future wish in an old recording
"into the wild open, silent spinning"

I like it ,i write poems from time to time too but mostly depressing n sad

 

[Judah]

Si yo... tú.
Si caes... yo contigo
y nos levantaremos juntos en esto unidos.

Si me pierdo... encuéntrame.
Si te pierdes... yo contigo
y juntos leeremos en las estrellas
cual es nuestro camino.
Y si no existe... lo inventaremos.

Si la distancia es el olvido
haré puentes con tus abrazos
pues lo que tu y yo hemos
vivido no son cadenas
ni siquiera lazos:
es el sueño de cualquier amigo
es pintar un te quiero a trazos
y secarlo en nuestro regazo.

Si yo...tú.
Si dudo,
me empujas
Si dudas, te entiendo
Si callo, escucha mi mirada
Si callas, leeré tus gestos.

Si me necesitas... silba
y construiré una escalera
hecha de tus últimos besos,
para robar a la luna una estrella
y ponerla en tu mesilla
para que te de luz.

Si yo... tú.
Si tú... yo también.
Si lloro, ríeme.
Si ríes, llorare
pues somos el equilibrio,
dos mitades que forman un sueño.

Si yo... tú.
Si tú... conmigo.
Y si te arrodillas
haré que el mundo sea mas bajo, a tu medida,
pues a veces para seguir creciendo
hay que agacharse.

Si me dejas, mantendré viva la llama
hasta que regreses, y sin preguntas,
seguiremos caminando.
Y sin condiciones te seguiré perdonando.
Si te duermes, seguiremos soñando,
que el tiempo no ha pasado
que el reloj se ha parado.
Y si alguna vez la risa se te vuelve dura,
se te secan las lagrimas y la ternura,
estaré a tu lado,
pues siempre te he querido,
pues siempre te he cuidado.
Pero jamás te cures de quererme,
pues el amor es como Don Quijote:
solo recobra la cordura para morir.

Quiéreme en mi locura,
pues mi camisa de fuerza eres tu,
y eso me calma, y eso me cura

Si yo... tú.
Si tú, yo.
Sin ti, nada.
Sin mi, si quieres... prueba.

 

[little helpers]

@JustJudah
fed it into the translation app and, woah. stunning.

 

[Simba]

Si yo... tú.
Si caes... yo contigo
y nos levantaremos juntos en esto unidos.

Si me pierdo... encuéntrame.
Si te pierdes... yo contigo
y juntos leeremos en las estrellas
cual es nuestro camino.
Y si no existe... lo inventaremos.

Si la distancia es el olvido
haré puentes con tus abrazos
pues lo que tu y yo hemos
vivido no son cadenas
ni siquiera lazos:
es el sueño de cualquier amigo
es pintar un te quiero a trazos
y secarlo en nuestro regazo.

Si yo...tú.
Si dudo,
me empujas
Si dudas, te entiendo
Si callo, escucha mi mirada
Si callas, leeré tus gestos.

Si me necesitas... silba
y construiré una escalera
hecha de tus últimos besos,
para robar a la luna una estrella
y ponerla en tu mesilla
para que te de luz.

Si yo... tú.
Si tú... yo también.
Si lloro, ríeme.
Si ríes, llorare
pues somos el equilibrio,
dos mitades que forman un sueño.

Si yo... tú.
Si tú... conmigo.
Y si te arrodillas
haré que el mundo sea mas bajo, a tu medida,
pues a veces para seguir creciendo
hay que agacharse.

Si me dejas, mantendré viva la llama
hasta que regreses, y sin preguntas,
seguiremos caminando.
Y sin condiciones te seguiré perdonando.
Si te duermes, seguiremos soñando,
que el tiempo no ha pasado
que el reloj se ha parado.
Y si alguna vez la risa se te vuelve dura,
se te secan las lagrimas y la ternura,
estaré a tu lado,
pues siempre te he querido,
pues siempre te he cuidado.
Pero jamás te cures de quererme,
pues el amor es como Don Quijote:
solo recobra la cordura para morir.

Quiéreme en mi locura,
pues mi camisa de fuerza eres tu,
y eso me calma, y eso me cura

Si yo... tú.
Si tú, yo.
Sin ti, nada.
Sin mi, si quieres... prueba.

Its sad but romantic at the same time

 

[Simba]

Speaking of poems i wrote this once in my poembook back in 2016..



30/06/2016 IRL 15:43


No sheep, I say

No sheep, I say.

as they take me

in to the dark room

and torture me about

what's realistic

and what's not

No sheep, I say

No sheep, I say

but they don't listen

they're just following orders.

 

[little helpers]

dissociated thoughts float in the air and drift to places
cold and sore, burn on the lips, painful to touch, joyful to kiss
stiff fingers dancing in the wind flapping and communicating
in its own language
louder than deafness

kudos kiddos, kid come over
don't you wanna talk about
the struggle of the staple shit you fight too hard to 've ever won
over rainfall drops the pink cloud, soul a-aching
on a one man show
dying to be heard

under the moon shines
my love
black or white it may be I am slamming it home

evaporated figures form in the air and light up places
mist all sweet and sour, mythical
the knowledge needing to conceal
jams and boogie, safety pins, they shot through me like starburst
in the darkness
confused by catharsis

under the moon shines
my love
black or white it may be I'm slamming it home
hard as nails I'm driving it home

 

[Simba]

[Removed]

That's so sad ,i like your poem ,and the last part - i thought you told her by giving your eyes but in the end it seems like you didnt n just said im fine or something ?

 

[little helpers]

That's so sad ,i like your poem ,and the last part - i thought you told her by giving your eyes but in the end it seems like you didnt n just said im fine or something ?

I don't know what @Persephone would say her intended interpretations are. after all poetry is very personal stuff and we all take the part of connection we saw. to me it seems like the last part is about death. containing all the hurt inside this body and just go "seal me shut with a smile".

 

[Judah]

El diablo tararea
canciones susurradas al oído.
Blasfema caricia, aunque vea
mi muerte con cada latido.

Canta poemas de lúgubres versos,
acerca su boca y la pega a la mía.
Su aliento está muerto, sus labios son tersos,
me jura tristeza y melancolía.

Corrompe mi cuerpo con un solo beso.
Su cuerpo es de hembra, de hombre su sexo.
El diablo me canta a menudo un lamento
de noches eternas cuando hay luna llena.
Y cuando me toma y me usa, le cuento
que me traiga el infierno, mi dulce condena.

Señor de la inmundicia,
Príncipe de la Dulce Pena,
mi sangre me acaricia.
Hoy soy tuyo, hay luna llena.

 

[Julgran]

This poem is dedicated to another member of this community.

I am in search for the truth,
You see - life began with trauma at seven,
Never did I have a deserving youth,
Now I look forward to peace in heaven.

Adults in masks and robes,
Asking me, it was a wicked ritual,
Never did I understand with all my probes,
Seeking the truth became habitual.

The event was such a mystery,
The scars from which I will never heal,
I guess it all will be lost to history,
If what happened I cannot reveal.

Flashbacks scarred my mind with many a pattern,
Attempts were made to air my terrors,
I sought refuge in Saturn,
My efforts were met with smoke and mirrors.

Therapists had no relief for my frustration,
No more medications I can afford,
I was alone in the face of this abomination,
I will die by the pen, or I will die by the sword.

Through the system is was broken,
But I will stop at nothing - I am a fighter,
A new spark in me was awoken,
My last attempt is becoming a writer.

Through art supplies I met my love,
A train took us through Europe,
I was never meant for this dove,
Once again my life felt like syrup.

Family invited me to come and dine,
Nothing I said they could validate,
Our memories together they undermine,
The bond between us is too hard to navigate.

The years are making me old,
I may soon leave this western coast,
My struggles have given me a heart of gold,
I hope that others understand this when I give up the ghost.

You see - I'm an old soul,
I'm a Water Hare,
Finding closure was always my goal,
I will go where no one else will dare.

 

[little helpers]

will you
wrap me around in a hug?
before death seals our memories.
send it to me
in a kraft paper envelope
but you can't find me, hide and seek,
cuz I'm right behind,
stepping on your shadow.

if you trip yourself over,
that's my mischief
and if I weigh you down,
know I'm light as a feather.
obliterated of care
no more jail visits, brother.

I hold a jigsaw in my hand.
a lust for life,
a yearning for demise.
I showed you this and you ran away
cuz the delusion for which to live
is also that for which to die.

so devour the time misspent
annihilate this sinful existence
to leave without a trace, clear up this empty space,
where I still owe you a goodbye.

so put a termination, like a full stop
a period mark punched into page,
with full force.
with all the sadness and anger you can get,
all the vigor and despair,
every kind of beauty and soreness,
for it to strike through that flimsy piece of paper,
and know this is done.

the conductor declaring the movement's end
upon the steady hand of the double bar lines
whichever note
it has resolved on.

I made peace with myself
I died thinking I was someone else.
"I'm a first-timer",
wishing I was somewhere else.

 

[Kurinoy]

I have one.

I'll never forget this bond that we have.

Never while I'm alive.

Never.


I will never stop going to where u are

as I promised to u before.


Even if a wall of water writes a distance

in our lives,


even if the entire world hates us

for being together,


I will touch again ur hand

and I will hear again ur voice.


That is the promise that we have...

being next to each other

in front of those waterfalls.


With all the art that I have inside of me

I write these words to let u know

that I will never let u down

no matter what.​

 

[PlushieLover]

Here's my last poem:



I'm madly in love

My chances to love have dried away.
The burning of my chest have let this world already, there is just void now. Or that is what I thought.
inexplicavely and without reason, an angel fell into my arms.
The angel flied around my head, throwing idealization after idealization until I felt confused, dizzy and terrified.
Is this giving me hope to find someone to dance this last bittersweet song in my head?
No, no I refuse to revive hope.
But my instincs are violent and my will is weak.
What should I do? I don't know, I never know anything.
Nevertheless, I'm positive about this.


I'm madly in love with the idea of us exploring the unknown darkness with torches that burn out of curiosity.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us suffering the most tragic destiny that god could imagine for us.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us drowning in the sea of our primal insticts.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us laughing at this absurd indiferent universe we live in.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us being one and that our corpses can temporary cuddle while our souls fly beyond this cursed world, forever.


You are fooling no one but yourself young man.
She is just a shiny fragment of a broken mind
The reflection of the mirror looks hurt, that does not even look like you anymore, look of what you did to yourself. AGAIN!
Stop being childish and give up in that unattainable whim.
Are you willing to risk your last gleam of sanity for this?
Yes, yes I'm willing to live a nightmare again.
But my intuition is soaked in nerves and my body is refusing to act.
What should I do? I don't know, I NEVER known ANYTHING!
Nevertheless, I'm positive about this.


I'm madly in love with the possibility of us poisoning our wine and cheer for the end of the world
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us holding hands and walk together down the boulevard of broken dreams
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us annihilating the future with adrenaline explosives
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us clouding the past with stardust
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us being in the present until our bodies collapse.


Every second, every minute, every hour, every day that I can't be with you feels worthless.
I required YOU or my life and death will again be a nonsense.
Everything you do or not do, hurts so good.
I know that you will never love an obsessive loser like me that will cling to the one person of opposite sex who gave him a minimal interest.
Correct?
Whatever your answer is, I want to thank you for existing.
Just a madman like me would confess his love like this, but my feelings couldn't be more pure and real than this.
Did I do the right thing in writing this? I don't know, I will never know if I don't try. I have nothing to lose.
Hopefully, my doubts will be cleared up shortly.


I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you...

 

[Kurinoy]

Here's my last poem:



I'm madly in love

My chances to love have dried away.
The burning of my chest have let this world already, there is just void now. Or that is what I thought.
inexplicavely and without reason, an angel fell into my arms.
The angel flied around my head, throwing idealization after idealization until I felt confused, dizzy and terrified.
Is this giving me hope to find someone to dance this last bittersweet song in my head?
No, no I refuse to revive hope.
But my instincs are violent and my will is weak.
What should I do? I don't know, I never know anything.
Nevertheless, I'm positive about this.


I'm madly in love with the idea of us exploring the unknown darkness with torches that burn out of curiosity.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us suffering the most tragic destiny that god could imagine for us.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us drowning in the sea of our primal insticts.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us laughing at this absurd indiferent universe we live in.
I'm madly in love with the idea of us being one and that our corpses can temporary cuddle while our souls fly beyond this cursed world, forever.


You are fooling no one but yourself young man.
She is just a shiny fragment of a broken mind
The reflection of the mirror looks hurt, that does not even look like you anymore, look of what you did to yourself. AGAIN!
Stop being childish and give up in that unattainable whim.
Are you willing to risk your last gleam of sanity for this?
Yes, yes I'm willing to live a nightmare again.
But my intuition is soaked in nerves and my body is refusing to act.
What should I do? I don't know, I NEVER known ANYTHING!
Nevertheless, I'm positive about this.


I'm madly in love with the possibility of us poisoning our wine and cheer for the end of the world
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us holding hands and walk together down the boulevard of broken dreams
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us annihilating the future with adrenaline explosives
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us clouding the past with stardust
I'm madly in love with the possibility of us being in the present until our bodies collapse.


Every second, every minute, every hour, every day that I can't be with you feels worthless.
I required YOU or my life and death will again be a nonsense.
Everything you do or not do, hurts so good.
I know that you will never love an obsessive loser like me that will cling to the one person of opposite sex who gave him a minimal interest.
Correct?
Whatever your answer is, I want to thank you for existing.
Just a madman like me would confess his love like this, but my feelings couldn't be more pure and real than this.
Did I do the right thing in writing this? I don't know, I will never know if I don't try. I have nothing to lose.
Hopefully, my doubts will be cleared up shortly.


I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you.
I'm madly in love with you...

That's a good one! I recommend you to use the app Poetizer (but it's more orientated to short poems).

 

[Hans Voralberg]

Traveller

Ready to go
Further than will dreams
Beyond eternal flame of neons
Unnamed advertises of new hearts
Given to replaced what you lost
But you can't name

My mind is empty
Like book without words
As I gave away all substance
My eternal flame
Love and other miracles
Of my soul to people
They will appreciate it
Better than me

Walking on a concrete shore
Catching the sunbeams
In this one moment
Car fumes are like incense
My poison is so sweet

 

[Kurinoy]

Traveller

Ready to go
Further than will dreams
Beyond eternal flame of neons
Unnamed advertises of new hearts
Given to replaced what you lost
But you can't name

My mind is empty
Like book without words
As I gave away all substance
My eternal flame
Love and other miracles
Of my soul to people
They will appreciate it
Better than me

Walking on a concrete shore
Catching the sunbeams
In this one moment
Car fumes are like incense
My poison is so sweet

Loved it.

 

[Dysgenic Pup]

Jesus, I love you
Please save my child
He started smoking crack
And hasn't been home in a while

A bowl of fried rice
Is very nice for breakfast
But don't eat dried lice
That'll only make you restless.

In the afternoon, I work
Examining cloud formations
Afterward, I relax
Learning spells of alteration

I don't believe in Satan
But Cthulhu is kinda cool
Don't take me as a fool
Though, I'm not the sharpest tool

I'll leave you with these words
Boop beep bop sheep
Meep ook not me
Suwoop ooh ah yeee.

 

[PlushieLover]

That's a good one! I recommend you to use the app Poetizer (but it's more orientated to short poems).

Here's my account. I hope this is a good app or I will be mad at you (not really)

 

[Kurinoy]

Here's my account. I hope this is a good app or I will be mad at you (not really)

Lmao I'm following you

 

[UnravelingWinter]

help me out of this wilderness
brambles cover every blade of grass and dead leaf,
it makes me listless, hopelessly wanting more than what I have
or less.

Lead the way for me,
I don't mind a few bloody scratches, or cuts, or missing limbs,
but don't leave me be, forgotten like one amongst a million others
whose fate is as grim

Let me see the sun again,
before I'm overtaken,
overshadowed by what could have been,
until I turn to stone
marbled with impurities hard-won,
ready to be consumed by despair at any moment
becoming just another ruby thorn in this vast wasteland of garnet.
what an achievement that would be

you're an exception, I guess
no need for a casket.
I would be satisfied
with just a blanket
-----
Dancing through meadows of broken glass,
The tinkling melody of my heart skips beats.
It's forgotten the persistent silence,
Regretfully singing a mangled tune,
To bring back emotion.

Feel the pain once more.
Maybe time will wait,
Wait!
Wait for me to catch up as I try to find Myself,
She's about five foot six and likes to dream of faraway places,
of ice cream and tree forts,
of childhood memories and ringing laughter.
I'm lost, do you know the way to happiness?
To bright sunshine and cool breezes?

I'm sorry, but that doesn't exist here.
It's beyond the plains of sorrow and the mountains of despair,
past the oceans of oil and swamps of decay.

Empty, this feeling,
this journey is too long.
It's hard work,
this "existing."
Will my heart wait?
Wait!
Let me catch up.
Let me tell you of better times,
Of an old 'Happiness,'
Who wasn't quite so fast as to run away from ruined legs.
Let me end this shattered symphony.
I promise I will be quick,
Just 10 seconds of your time.

 

[emptyenvelopes]

Si yo... tú.
Si caes... yo contigo
y nos levantaremos juntos en esto unidos.

Si me pierdo... encuéntrame.
Si te pierdes... yo contigo
y juntos leeremos en las estrellas
cual es nuestro camino.
Y si no existe... lo inventaremos.

Si la distancia es el olvido
haré puentes con tus abrazos
pues lo que tu y yo hemos
vivido no son cadenas
ni siquiera lazos:
es el sueño de cualquier amigo
es pintar un te quiero a trazos
y secarlo en nuestro regazo.

Si yo...tú.
Si dudo,
me empujas
Si dudas, te entiendo
Si callo, escucha mi mirada
Si callas, leeré tus gestos.

Si me necesitas... silba
y construiré una escalera
hecha de tus últimos besos,
para robar a la luna una estrella
y ponerla en tu mesilla
para que te de luz.

Si yo... tú.
Si tú... yo también.
Si lloro, ríeme.
Si ríes, llorare
pues somos el equilibrio,
dos mitades que forman un sueño.

Si yo... tú.
Si tú... conmigo.
Y si te arrodillas
haré que el mundo sea mas bajo, a tu medida,
pues a veces para seguir creciendo
hay que agacharse.

Si me dejas, mantendré viva la llama
hasta que regreses, y sin preguntas,
seguiremos caminando.
Y sin condiciones te seguiré perdonando.
Si te duermes, seguiremos soñando,
que el tiempo no ha pasado
que el reloj se ha parado.
Y si alguna vez la risa se te vuelve dura,
se te secan las lagrimas y la ternura,
estaré a tu lado,
pues siempre te he querido,
pues siempre te he cuidado.
Pero jamás te cures de quererme,
pues el amor es como Don Quijote:
solo recobra la cordura para morir.

Quiéreme en mi locura,
pues mi camisa de fuerza eres tu,
y eso me calma, y eso me cura

Si yo... tú.
Si tú, yo.
Sin ti, nada.
Sin mi, si quieres... prueba.

I know you posted this a while ago but I am coming to say this is beautiful and that I hope you are still writing.