Lets share our favorite poems? New or old, original or by famous poets, I would love to hear your discoveries️ My favorite poem is Annabelle Lee, Edgar Alan Poe.
I want a cupcake, So gimme a spam, Or be thrown in tha lake, By my giant ram, Uh, YOLO! SPITTY ROLL SOLO!! -SpitFire My attempt at poetry/rhyming/rap Whatever
One of my favorites is "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun". I thinks its from Shakespeare, not sure xD
Had this on my clipboard From r/poetry When you were young, I used to watch you before you would sleep, I used to tell you the thoughts you would think were just passing. You were a shadow, you made the walls so afraid of your grace, I had cameras all over the place in my mind. It was December and darker than usual, too when the walls started closing on you and your ideas. I though it best, then, to wade through the murk of your mind, separating the good and unkind into piles. And you went to an office, where the walls were all white and so clean, where the people were put into dreams until death. For months, I would walk to your room in a daze, not knowing which woman I'd face when I knocked. You told me the pills that you swallowed were dry, and that no matter how hard you would try, you were lonely. When you left me, the note in the Bible had said, "If I can't live, then I'm better off dead," and I'd read it. When you were young, I used to tell you I wanted to know where the thoughts in your mind start to grow into ideas. I meant it sincerely; I couldn't connect to your type of regretting, because now I just wanted forgetting to be on my side.
Just take us outta our misery Let us die together simultaneously Forget the rest of life Life only last so long And while it lasts pain thrives So why live to die Why not die and hope to live in the place called heaven How can i wait for this new world knowing me and my family will most likely not be in it Life is pain and suffering at once Why havent i killed myself? In hopes that i may inspire others to do the same and stay strong The quote "it gets better" is bullshit If you want a better life you gotta fight for it Change the game dont let the game change you~Emoji
I have this super sad but amazing poem that I found on Tumblr!? I knew a boy who liked to draw, He drew pictures that nobody saw. He was most artistic late at night, In the bathroom, out of sight. He kept a secret no one knew, He didn’t tell a soul and his gallery grew. His drawings were different, no paper or pen, But needed a bandage now and again. We stood by the river under the stars, He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars. He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoe, Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, “I draw too.”
I've seen that one before^ I agree, it's a great poem and written by a talented writer, I just don't think cutting should be seen as poetic and shit. It's an awful thing to do… anyways. I like a lot of poems, so I don't have a favorite one. I have a question -- do you think rhyming stories count as poems?
Stories that rhyme purposely and have a rhythm are known as prose poetry. My favorite poem is Remember How We Forgot by Shane Koyczan. He's amazing and inspires me to keep writing everyday. Also, here are two poems I've written. They're part of a series I wrote for class. --- the box part I (a list of things i would not normally talk about) under my bed there is a box. in the box there are things that i would not normally talk about. 1 in the box is a rock, smooth on one side, craggy on the other. The smooth side is easy to touch. cool and unblemished. no one wants to touch the other. to have soft skin catch on the roughness. it’s like the sides of me. no one wants to see that not slick, not polite, not “me” side. but what side is actually me? I don’t talk about who i might be in the comfort of a closed office. 2 in the box, under the rock, there is a note. words are smudged fading to indentations from when your pen ran out of ink. failing to write out “i love you” in chicken scratch. reminding me how tired you sounded the last time you hung up with no “i love you.” i don’t talk about you in the silence of a cold night. 3 in the box under the rock on the note, are words smudged with tears blue words dripping into each other. tears i didn’t know i shed till the words blurred, the last time i cried, i cried for you i don’t talk about choking on tears to the faces of concern. 4 under my bed there is a box. on the box there is a lid US it says in the middle of a tattered, worn white. I don’t talk about the US that became nothing. 5 lying in bed, the box seems to have a pulse. beating like your heart on nights you had snuck over. my room smells of summer. of sweat. of the woods you walked though, the scent clinging to you like i do the thoughts of you. i don’t talk about those nights alone in my room. under my bed, is our box. it’s tattered and worn. tonight, i will take it to the tree. there i will leave it. you won’t find it because the dead don’t move. - the box part II (letter to a body) last night, i took our box and left it under the tree i sat there for hours cold. when your voice never came to visit me, i left US under the tree in the dark. like where you left me in the dark. so despite the weather, i’ll sit in the snow and write a letter that requires a response i won’t receive. Dear, Is it cold? Are your scars all gone? Or do they crisscross Blue White Lavender Like constellations on that pretty skin? Does your stomach still ache for food You won’t give it? Or do you never feel the pain of hunger you craved so much? Either way, I hope you are happy. I hope you don’t feel cold Emotionally, Physically Anymore. I hope you are all this And more. Because I won’t see you, Ever. Angels don’t mingle with those trapped in a Personal Hell.
Sex is when a guys communication enters a girls information to increase the population for a younger generation do you get the information... or do you need a demonstration
so I've been debating if I should post on this. I used to write when I was a teenager I guess I'll share a few with you. Working title for this one is Don't lie or you'll die (?if I ever start writing again that needs to be changed) She was a pretty girl, a smart girl But giving into the lies Now one day she was looking for a way to hide She took a pen knife and drew a X on her thigh Then she was always trying to hide A few years later she wanted a high Took some pulls They made her feel fine So a few weeks later she remembered that high And everything she wanted to try So she was sent to the hospital They thought she wanted to die "No no!" She exclaimed and it wasn't a lie Now this was her life Always trying to hide and always getting high Until one day she took a look in the mirror and who she was wasn't there So she tried and tried to stop the use She wanted a life, not a excuse So she threw out the pills and the knives So she gave it a million tries Never lying never hiding After a year of trying There was no denying So she got back her life and her dreams And everything was perfect ....or so it would seem Modern day Ophelia She's crying Building a sea from her tears A novel, written on her body Lost love, betrayal, revenge She has lost faith Faith in love Faith in life Faith in religion Using her body for love or money Needle prices running down her arms Her white shroud clasped tight to her body Like being wrapped in an embrace from some unknown lover Rivers still pouring from her soul She walks into the sea The cigarette in her hand sizzles out And left on her eyes, flowers And left on her lips, music Obsession Addiction fueled Statistically ruled Narcissistic, a sadist Passive, a masochist Subliminally run Emotionally undone Drug pumped Free falling into a slump Rat race Trying to keep up the pace Self-obsessed Informationally repressed Typical Trying to be an individual Technologically intelligent Feelings are irrelevant A complete hypocrite Throughly indifferent And to many to name didn't know which ones to pick but these are the first 3 I saw