Fresh Poetry Thread

[Jocelyn_Uasal]

Been over a year since the last poetry thread, it's some of my favorite writing. Post something two stanzas or more, I'd love to see what you're proud of! I'll start off with mine from a summer issue of Gyroscope Review.

A WORLD WITHOUT NOISE

What a wonder to exist
only as a jagged
spire, before the land
of humans. To have the waves

crash against my edges
for years, upon a beach
empty of emotion. Molecules lead
to particles, lead to grains

of sand of my body
scattered across the sea
floor, undying. By the time
I cuddle between your toes

on Beer Can Beach, Santa Cruz
I shall be nothing but a tiny
collection of everything across
your world. But, for now

I am naught but a great
peak, towering above my land
all alone. Nothing
but myself, peace, and quiet.

 

[Deleted member 148356]

My aspect, you shall acquaintance.​

Observing a myriad of ever changing,
That of darkness whistling away stars,
When light seeps out fire warming all,
To a calm delightful awaken chirps.

Taste the wind like a bloom of heathen,
"Hoho o totoro~" sipping scentful saffron,
Natural as another hand-plucked work,
Beauty of worthy praise by passion.

Ready take in under shelter gaze,
For understanding tolerance knows limit,
Non-living does not feel nor experience,
That of which we exploit in peace.

Escaping dusk welcomes coldness,
Hot salted dinner exuding delicasy,
Filled enough to not feel drooled,
Replenishing mental brawn twos.

Any living activity outside deserted,
Hidden within comes out dangerously,
Both worlds take turn don't bother,
As we slumber to another dimension.

Tried to make poetry, but I got poem instead.
Edited some to rhyme unfortunately some detail has lost.
Have yet to understand the difference but there ya go.

 

[Fox-Trot-9]

Wrote this as part of an extended sequence of poems in the same style as that below, Nove Otto of Roses, on Wattpad back when I started writing poetry. It took me from 2012 to 2015 to finish the sequence, and it's one of my most popular books on there.

Rose 0. Prologue

This garland made of roses bright
Shall grow with every piece I write,
A large bouquet of roses bowled
Within this sacred cup of wine,
Arranged in measured groups of nine
Between nine interludes of gold:
And so it flows with magic words,
A magic stream of sound that girds
The soul within its gentle fold.

Behold! The wine now filters up
To let you drink from out this cup
Of wonders new and manifold;
In every rose is something true
That makes the old resound anew,
As though the magic bells of old
Still clang the timeless tune of life
Between the battle cries of strife
That haunt this land with glories bold.

So drink this wine, this sacred mix,
And count from one to thirty-six;
And while you're counting as you're told,
Now close your eyes: you'll see a fount.
Keep counting till the final count;
Then open them, and you'll behold
A garden path of roses where
Our journey through this thoroughfare
Begins and ends: let it unfold.

 

[Jocelyn_Uasal]

My aspect, you shall acquaintance.​

Observing a myriad of ever changing,
That of darkness whistling away stars,
When light seeps out fire warming all,
To a calm delightful awaken chirps.

Taste the wind like a bloom of heathen,
"Hoho o totoro~" sipping scentful saffron,
Natural as another hand-plucked work,
Beauty of worthy praise by passion.

Ready take in under shelter gaze,
For understanding tolerance knows limit,
Non-living does not feel nor experience,
That of which we exploit in peace.

Escaping dusk welcomes coldness,
Hot salted dinner exuding delicasy,
Filled enough to not feel drooled,
Replenishing mental brawn twos.

Any living activity outside deserted,
Hidden within comes out dangerously,
Both worlds take turn don't bother,
As we slumber to another dimension.

Tried to make poetry, but I got poem instead.
Edited some to rhyme unfortunately some detail has lost.
Have yet to understand the difference but there ya go.

This is great, and most modern poetry has zero rhyme scheme anyways. I really like it, and it's hard to explain but between "saffron", "sunset" and "deserted" this poem is reminiscent of the color maroon.

 

[Hans.Trondheim]

Even after all those years
I still cry lots of tears
Missing her was still painful
For eight years I acted a fool

They say I should find another
Look around, there's always the other
Yet I want to remain in her
Though my loneliness is forever

I wish I can return to the time
Stand by your side, I'll give a dime
But all I can do is to watch
At the sides, as your heart was snatched.

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

IT’S ONLY YOUR FAULT

If you don’t write, then who’s to blame?
You’re the one who plays this game.
Why this poem, but not your tale?
Why let your bright ideas fail?

You waste your time on endless scrolls,
Chasing shadows, distant goals.
Searching that pfp on the hub all day,
Lost in the tube you throw your time away.

You know it’s true, it’s all on you,
To make them, you must push through.
No more excuses, no delay,
Just write, nothing to say.

 

[theInmara]

Oh, this poem:

"With my thumb"
- by Anne of the Inmara

I use "I" a lot
Because I am right
Now
Infodumping
About my first special interest

And the night I stopped
Sucking my thumb
For the sake of another girl
Was the night I started
Masking
A new obsession
Masking
To blend in
Masking
To be human for once
Masking...

"When you spend the night at a girl's house,
and she sees you sucking your thumb,
what is she going to think?"
Were the effective words, spoken
Probably 10 years before
The night I stopped.
I was 16 years old when I quit
Thinking of the crush I had.
Just stopped,
Proud of myself,
Not knowing what
I was doing.

Stopped

There are two words commonly used,
Masking and camouflaging,
And I like them both,
To describe what I'm going to
Stop doing right now.

<Stop masking>

There is a rhythm to my life, my brain
And it seems to match
The beat of
Slippery People
By the Talking Heads
And I figured it out
While walking

Walking is what I started
When I stopped
Beating the roof of my mouth
Soothing the roof of my mouth
To the tempo of
Stop Making Sense
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumping
Heart of a hidden culture
Forbidden by
The insistant mores of a
World of noise
And smells
And food
And confused looks
When I'm talking
Of people
And trains
And uneven footing
And not enough books
To read at
Family gatherings
And I could go on
And I do go on
And that's only one of the things
I need you people to know

I use "I" a lot
Because I am right now
Infodumping
About
A refused diagnosis
For a thing that's not
My problem
But yours

And maybe I'm masking a little bit
Because I'm dancing around what I mean
Instead of being blunt about it

*I'm* your problem
And you are mine

And masking was my way of trying to meet you half way
And I'm done

I'll just be over here waiting

Contemplating

Ways to press my point

With my thumb

 

[Deleted member 148356]

To the tempo of
Stop Making Sense
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumb
With my thumping
Heart of a hidden culture

Very good!
Masking before getting is a risky move but it happens.
After marrying, one can see what was tucked hidden.
Those couple agreed on being understanding with each other~

 

[theInmara]

Very good!
Masking before getting is a risky move but it happens.
After marrying, one can see what was tucked hidden.
Those couple agreed on being understanding with each other~

Thank you! We figured out we were autistic at 40 and decided to stop masking after our divorce from a marriage of 9 years. This was one of the first poems we wrote for poetry night during our brief return to it. But the girl we had a crush on back when we were 16 wasn't someone we ever ended up dating. Life's been a long weird road for us.

 

[jiyahana]

Hi everyone, I love how this thread has brought out such creative and personal poems. Here's mine:

Echoes of the Rain
The rain whispers on the windowpane,
Soft and steady, like a forgotten name.
Each drop carries a tale untold,
Of memories warm and moments cold.

Beneath the clouds, I stand alone,
Hearing echoes of a time once known.
But as the rain fades into the night,
A new dawn brings a softer light.

Looking forward to reading more beautiful poems here.

 

[Jocelyn_Uasal]

Hi everyone, I love how this thread has brought out such creative and personal poems. Here's mine:

Echoes of the Rain
The rain whispers on the windowpane,
Soft and steady, like a forgotten name.
Each drop carries a tale untold,
Of memories warm and moments cold.

Beneath the clouds, I stand alone,
Hearing echoes of a time once known.
But as the rain fades into the night,
A new dawn brings a softer light.

Looking forward to reading more beautiful poems here.

Oooh this is great, hard to find good contemporary A,A,B,B poems, or really many with rhyme at all ?

 

[Deleted member 84247]

I jump into love and stake my heart
The risk is deadly but feelings start
I could be wiser, though it would be smart
I adore the miser who's worlds apart

But, she didn't hoard any money or wealth
No, she hid her core behind a veil
Love was cast beneath shadows into stealth
And, all of this time, I've been underneath her spell

Ever since the day I was bitten,
I remembered how I purred like a kitten
I've been smote with feelings and smitten
Please, save my heart from this vixen

 

[LoneQuack]

It's a very amateurish work, but here's "Thread of Fate's Hymn" originally supposed to be Thread of Fate's summary:


Oh humble hands that weave the strands,
With gentle touch in many lands,
In silence, thou knit our lives,
Through love and loss, thread by thread entwines.

In every stitch, a story told,
Of warmth and comfort, brave and bold,
From birth to death, thy yarn does twine,
Through joy and sorrow, clear design.

Through flowing time, our moments glide,
In currents deep, both far and wide,
Thy touch unseen, in every loop a bond
In each ripple, a story adorned.

In vast expanse of woven space,
Thy hand in stars, in heavens trace,
Through night and day, thy silent song
We journey forever, and ever long.

In life’s grand quilt, we find our place,
In growth and change, we seek thy grace,
Through every heart, through every soul,
Thy purpose leads, thy presence whole.

In shadows deep where void does lie,
We seek the truth beyond the sky,
Through every end, a new beginning,
In thy design, all threads are spinning.

In hallowed halls where knowledge dwells,
Thy wisdom’s light out fear dispels,
Guide us through both night and day,
In thy embrace, we humbly stay.

For in thy weave, we find our place,
A part of thy eternal grace,
By thy hand, paths cross and part,
With every beat of tender heart.

Thy silent song, our lives’ refrain,
In laughter’s light, in deepest pain,

In grand design, we find our state,
In this awe we praise, oh Thread of Fate

 

[Jocelyn_Uasal]

This is probably my best poem ever. It was first published in Transcend Literary Magazine which I'm pretty sure is now defunct, so I'm unsure what to do with it.

Her Heart Never Stopped

Sitting at the funeral
of my ex who never died.
Bouquets of black roses,
then red, then black.

Your mother put a lock away.
Loose hair in your casket.
Why is your red hair
everywhere? So prevalent,

why still even on my clothes?
It's as if all was just a haze.
You taught me how to dance.
Each step accounting for mine,

your small section of turf
doesn't do well for a waltz.
Though, I must admit I'm glad.
No more blood, your tombstone

will stand. Your fists cry,
not tears of mine,
but of bereaved mothers.
They're all so reminiscent.

I know you're pretty,
especially when you're angry.
Why did your uncle leave
you a bottle of bourbon?

Better to hit me himself.
Maybe this "courage"
runs in the family vein?
And maybe, had your tongue

not explored the taste
of another woman's tongue,
or taken her unabashed body,
or left me as a corpse,

I wouldn't be having this tea-
time funeral for a girl.
A girl I never should've loved,
one who never even fucking died.