I don't know if anyone else here writes poetry, but I do, and if you do I would love to read some.
I write only about deeply emotional things. I guess you could say it's how I cope with pain.
Here I will post some of my own poetry, and I hope to see poems from others here. Feel free to criticize, laugh at, praise, or comment.
This one is about a really dark moment in my life. It's one that just sort of poured out.
Relinquishment
there i sat in my gown,
morphine drip,
and a frown.
every time the door moved
i was sure it was you.
i was sure you couldn't seriously
be so heavily unmoved.
i held his tiny hand and whispered,
apologies for you.
i held him firmly to my chest,
and tried to assure him
that there was no difference
between your heartbeat and my own.
you never walked that long haul.
you left me there to cry,
and all the nurses asked me,
if you'd come to say goodbye.
i rocked him and sang the first song
that you ever sang to me.
he smiled in his sleep,
as if he knew.
they came with their file folders.
they came with their fountain pens.
they told me you'd just touched them,
so i held them in my hand.
abandoned by the one
i refused to abandon.
betrayed by my own heart,
once again.
i relenquished my soul that day,
and found out you never had one.
2010
I like to use words from Old English. I've always been a huge fan of Shakespeare. I also like to make up words, sometimes by mixing a few different words together until I have one that fits my feeling. I don't share my stuff much with anyone, but I have a weird hair up my ass. This is one of my very dramatic odes to my ex lover:
the grayscale
Your lies are like mirrors,
Haunting my walls
With gilded frames and crying faces
of sweet little whored-up
porcelain dolls.
Fuck you and your selfmade pop-up laws,
your famous quotes,
and your dying mind.
You're too against me to be
any friend of mine.
Exit through the steamy pit
from whence ye slyly slithed,
wither in the darkness there,
in spite of the light I tithed.
Quiet your thoughts,
swallow your convictions,
bother to fight for one more day,
scream and kick till the knot comes loose,
and feel the wind as you fall away.
Think of me when you're finally free,
lest i be trapped in your tragic portrayals
of to be, or not to be in love with leigh,
which weirdstrangetastically rhymes with
key...
which starts with ell and ends with
a sea
of tears
and love that cannot be.
But if you could step outside yourself,
if you could walk beside yourself,
down a long and honest isle...
the answer, in all it's lucid disgrace
would be the dirt upon your pile.
one minute you were near me,
and now, my love, you're far..
In life we must keep changing,
lest we die as who we are.
2011
I am no pro, but it's something I have loved.. no, needed to do since I was little. Sometimes I paint my emotions, sometimes I write them, and sometimes I just eat them.
Looking forward to seeing what the other poets of AF have to share!
I write only about deeply emotional things. I guess you could say it's how I cope with pain.
Here I will post some of my own poetry, and I hope to see poems from others here. Feel free to criticize, laugh at, praise, or comment.
This one is about a really dark moment in my life. It's one that just sort of poured out.
Relinquishment
there i sat in my gown,
morphine drip,
and a frown.
every time the door moved
i was sure it was you.
i was sure you couldn't seriously
be so heavily unmoved.
i held his tiny hand and whispered,
apologies for you.
i held him firmly to my chest,
and tried to assure him
that there was no difference
between your heartbeat and my own.
you never walked that long haul.
you left me there to cry,
and all the nurses asked me,
if you'd come to say goodbye.
i rocked him and sang the first song
that you ever sang to me.
he smiled in his sleep,
as if he knew.
they came with their file folders.
they came with their fountain pens.
they told me you'd just touched them,
so i held them in my hand.
abandoned by the one
i refused to abandon.
betrayed by my own heart,
once again.
i relenquished my soul that day,
and found out you never had one.
2010
I like to use words from Old English. I've always been a huge fan of Shakespeare. I also like to make up words, sometimes by mixing a few different words together until I have one that fits my feeling. I don't share my stuff much with anyone, but I have a weird hair up my ass. This is one of my very dramatic odes to my ex lover:
the grayscale
Your lies are like mirrors,
Haunting my walls
With gilded frames and crying faces
of sweet little whored-up
porcelain dolls.
Fuck you and your selfmade pop-up laws,
your famous quotes,
and your dying mind.
You're too against me to be
any friend of mine.
Exit through the steamy pit
from whence ye slyly slithed,
wither in the darkness there,
in spite of the light I tithed.
Quiet your thoughts,
swallow your convictions,
bother to fight for one more day,
scream and kick till the knot comes loose,
and feel the wind as you fall away.
Think of me when you're finally free,
lest i be trapped in your tragic portrayals
of to be, or not to be in love with leigh,
which weirdstrangetastically rhymes with
key...
which starts with ell and ends with
a sea
of tears
and love that cannot be.
But if you could step outside yourself,
if you could walk beside yourself,
down a long and honest isle...
the answer, in all it's lucid disgrace
would be the dirt upon your pile.
one minute you were near me,
and now, my love, you're far..
In life we must keep changing,
lest we die as who we are.
2011
I am no pro, but it's something I have loved.. no, needed to do since I was little. Sometimes I paint my emotions, sometimes I write them, and sometimes I just eat them.
Looking forward to seeing what the other poets of AF have to share!
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