on this board you may write poems or do a writing of your own, you may write whatever you may like for example:
side to side the trees sway, the birds sing and the birds pray, as the monkeys play around all day, the clay starts to melt away.away the flowers grow. as they bloom in the summer. not all is left but one little mother, mother my dear child, my child of grey, i shall grant you but one little prey, this prey shall be but a mark, of my trust and truth, though maybe lust comes to proof.

my chains are biding, the tides are turning, this i can not complain, for which i am set free

There once was a man from Peru
Who's Limericks ended on line two

I'm not sure what this feeling is. I'm not sure if I want it to stay, I'm not sure if I want it to go. Is it happiness? Is it joy? I can't remember the last time this feeling was in my heart. It makes my soul ache. It makes my soul warm. It makes my heart say "I want to stay a little longer". I don't know if I can trust this feeling to stay, but for now, lets not think on that, lets just feel what is inside.

I knew it wouldn't last. What´s there to hope from a ephemeral feeling? Is better just to keep waiting for the comfort of the ones that are always present, sadness, sorrow, pain, anguish, despair...each time in company of a deep cut in my heart. Stab me since i don't longer feel any pain.

forget this life of mine, throw it away, i don't want to live another day

may all your wishes come true, your dreams into reality, your smile into something bigger, for you are my only hope, that keeps getting bigger and bigger

My mask is cracking

Dichotomy calls my name

My demons set free

I wonder how do trees manage to bloom so easy on the warmth of spring after been roughly destroyed by winter. For me, it doesn't matter how many springs pass by, my roots are already dead.

i am not worried, with all my strength, i will rain on you, just like you did, the other day.

side to side the trees sway, the birds sing and the birds pray, as the monkeys play around all day, the clay starts to melt away.

this you can't deny, with this piece of pie, i will show you the wonders, of when i die

where i can still smile, looking upon the hill side, i wait

for i want to move on, though these memories fade, everything resets, the simple regrets, these things i shall now forget.

i stare into space, mind blank, nothing to save me, no one to listen to my silence, help

the devil comes out, my hope sink, these eyes bink, with this ink writtin note of life, my eyes open.

in the walls there are written secrets, in every room written stories, in every house living horrors, and in every place a thought

reach as i try, my hopes will die, but i'll keep standing anyways.

where i can still smile, looking upon the hill side, i wait, the grin that i get, the people that i met, all carries behind me.

the blurred pool fades away, as transparent as me, from this i have found, i'll follow the line, which truth has set free.

tomorrow as is fades,here comes another day, of which to smile

the night of water disappears, like me in the morning,i become a bird and pray to the day, my proof of a smile

a cat in lust, towards the king,wet together with a child's blood, we sleep in the dark room.

the water of my life, with an empty drain, for this water is bound to my shoulders, this water i shall keep, for then is my sake, that only drags on to my fair nobles

the things iv'e sold to my arrest, these people are bold, for all which is soon told, my body trembles in fear, to all that may come near, here the future lies, for in my favor i despise

lol ammo, i just now noticed you put a writing on here, also you no longer an impostor your ammo, i'm not sure if you visit the dollars anymore but if you are reading this please reply!

Uhm, I've read a few of these, and I just thought you might benefit from adding more structure and pattern to these poems. Right now there's pretty random, and although there's nothing wrong with that, they mostly just seem like random pieces of different sentences, not poems.

ah i created this writing bored for that reason lol, kinda write how i feel using weird wording

YAY A poem board XD:
I had this poem since middleschool(and yeah, it's obvious what's going on here) and I guess I just want to share it OUO

“Static Throat”
Drowned by silence
Engulfing the inane
Words losing sense
Feelings being constrained

Eyes of disappointment
A just continuance
Sighs a voice with complaint
Calling it a nuisance

I cannot share
Just let me quote
I cannot bare
Not with this throat

"Time for Anxiety"
Badump, badumpt,
The heart beats
Blood pumps
Of veins and arteries

Tick tock.
The clock won't stop
Click clack
Did time just hop?

Screech and scream
The voices in my head
To everything unclean
Telling me I'm so dead.

"Sunsets Everywhere are the Same"

Bright lights across the sky,
The phase of day do birds fly.
Changing everyday and time,
Scarlet ceiling in its prime.
East nor West requires pity,
Sunrises are just as pretty.
Never are people lame,
Sunsets everywhere are the same.

*Based on The Outsiders, a novel.

"Death"

Dying may seem pointless, and it is
Ethereal is not what is waiting for you in Hell
Afterlife is just wishful thinking
To be honest what makes one think one can live again, or continue living
Hell isn't a bad place to be at all, Oblivion is.

I can't believe this board doesn't have a public poem/writing thread, guess 8 years late was better than never huh. Everyone is so confident they'll make use of their thread up to the 1337 post limit, but any of them barely make it 100. Here we are I guess,

-"We're approaching the eye of the Moon, what's next?"

"The next Moon offered us something, do you wanna hear it?"

-"I'm down to hearing just about anything, especially from you. So, what is it?"

"The 912th rotation of the next moon, something should happen."

-"Shall I prepare myself for that day?"

"I highly doubt, the last miracle we've ever gotten was three Sols ago."

-"Oh, you mean that annual event?"

"So you do remember, yes that's the one."

-"I don't think you should put your hopes that high my brethren, remember that they left us all here to rot."

"I know, I just... You know what, you're right. What a silly thought I was having."

-"You good? Wanna rest a little?"

"No, we should get going now. The weather is getting worse, our best option is hiding in the Index"

It's been 4 Sol(s) since they abandoned us, the daily weather has become increasingly difficult to maintain in our homeland with each passing Moons. I don't know how much longer will we be able to live here, the option is to stay true to the ancestor's tradition or abandon all of them altogether. We decided to choose the first option, but it seems like our homeland didn't want to accept that any longer. Eventually, we will be backed into a corner and forced to switch our option. It's the only absolute way to survive and soon enough, the final decision must be taken.

People gonna talk yet /
they didn't have the clue /
cause all their scripted events /
are nothing but moot, ohh /
yet they go on talking /
trying to gain a favour /
from all their virtual friends /
'cause nooothing's easier /
(refrain)
You can rant all your day long /
hoping that there's some hope / you're coming from /
yet there's no official cheat-sheet /
pray you're happy with those you're gonna meet!

More lyrics than poem, but I never cared for the difference.
Never made music for that one, because I'm a sloth.

I cannot stand the future /
I cannot stand the test of time /
I could easily be a junky /
I see I couldn't hold the line /
It could be worse they say /
How could they know!? /
As long as I have drugs /
I'll be okay! /
As long as I have drugs /
I'll be okay! /
Suzy Q makes me forget /
even my own name /
Dozing, dozing, in my bed /
drowning in time /
Dreaming about Norway /
about big cities, vines and their wine /
places I always wanted to visit /
but I couldn't make it in time. /
It could be worse the say /
How could they know!? /
But as long as I have drugs /
I'll be okay. /
But as long as I have drugs /
I'll be okay.


http://ka10.de/~matto/mus/raw_tracks/Solo/It%20could%20be%20worse%20they%20say.mp3

"Suzy Q" is junkie-slang for "Quetiapine", a med which makes you sleepy and gives weird dreams.

>>38 thanks for the footnote, also >>37 sounds rad

"rad"? Is that good or bad? ;)

[LINK] It definitely means good iirc.

https://www.yourdictionary.com/rad

Oh... thanks then.

> "I've received a message."

"From the other Warriors?"

> "It's said that they're from above."

"No way, you've got to be kidding me?"

> "They said their condition isn't very good, are they requesting for help?"

"No way, those prick can screw off after they left us to fend for ourselves."

> "But..."

"I'm so done with those guys, I'd be grateful to learn the fact that their vessel crashed somewhere before my time finally comes."

> "But, didn't we need to discuss this matter with the other Warriors?"

"The Warriors has died for a long time Fonhee, you need to wake up from that sweet dream of yours. Its about time you faced the truth."

> "No! The Warriors are still around! If I could just connect this antenna to our transponder, then we'll be able to.. regroup.. like we used to.."

Fonhee is conflicted and so am I, at least in a way he wouldn't understand. The fact that they're all dead is too much for him, so much that I am now able to stand here. To see this forsaken land, is defying all logic that had existed thus far. It seems like he hasn't noticed yet, but I'll make him even if it costed my existence. It's time to show him The Chrostoma, screw the ancestor's tradition we're doing it MY way now.

The moon is mesmerizing tonight
Those lights creeping through the window
Attempting to replicate the light of dawn
A mythical landscape indeed

Almost as if artificial
Mimicking the street lamp
The pure bright light
The natural bright white

The blackouts
The guitar's ambiance
The chilling wind of north

It all felt magical even more

Savour it as much as you could
It'll end before you knew it
In just a blink of an eye

The melting candle
Dimly lighting around
Met a sudden defeat
From the artificial light

Back to our thin box of light
We trapped ourselves within

I enjoyed reading through this thread. I don't have a poem but I do have a writing of my own. Before schools had to close, I wrote a piece for my English teacher who gave us the prompt "grey" for our bellwork. I actually feel more of this right now than I did then.

"Grey"
/I used to plan out my day for school. I used to have a schedule, look forward to events, talkwith friends before actually reaching school grounds. I wonder what happened between now and then.

Music blasts through my ears and it's a song I recognize. One that I used to like. Now, it's just static noise, necessary only to block out the incessant chatter of those around me. The girl beside me chitters like a bird. She used to be too bright, too annoying. Now, it's easy to pretend she isn't there.

School has probably started, I can't hear the bell over the static but the teacher isn't here yet. The faces of two other no-names appear before me, probably greeting me. I nod and smile. They go right back to their screens. How dull.

A guy that I used to like did something that had his followers laughing. He turned out boring too.

Across the room, in another secluded corner like mine, a boy is drumming his fingers on his desk. I can't hear the thumps but the movement is rhythmic and I almost close my eyes. There's nothing to do anyways. A nap wouldn't matter.

Then the teacher walks into the room, probably late but I wouldn't know. She has a huge thermos in hand and I have half a mine to ask for a sip. The bags under her eyes are worse than the kid in the other corner, so I don't./

I'm so bored at home that I started cleaning and found this. XP

>>45 That's super relatable. The boring monotony of school and life in a way. No longer looking forward to things. I've felt that way in the past many times. Not anymore but then again school is out. Either way thanks for the story it was relatable and well written. I could easily imagine what you described.

Poem for a girl I was absolutely in love with.

For my Beautiful Rose

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The world is beautiful,
And so are you.

The night is dark,
Light is rare,
It is soft,
And so is your hair.

Mountains reach,
Up to the skies,
Power is captivating,
And so are your eyes

Ophidians in dunes,
With innumerable charms,
A home is warm,
And so are your arms.

Lotus in the shallow,
On the side of the Nile,
Angels are heavenly,
And so is your smile.

To an Angelic Rose,
Just like you.

A poem I really liked when I was younger.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
and so are you.

But the roses have withered,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty,
and so is your head.

"The way I'm always fixing my hair, avoiding your gaze and spoke lies. Even the tears I've dropped, it was all a fraud. I want to be yours, it's the only reason I went such a length. Please, forgive me."
ーFutaridake no Curtain Call, first reff

This part always stuck with me for some reason, the rhythm is just perfect. I'd imagine a post-apocalyptic world with a lone character in his final breath humming this part of the song, even if it has no connection whatsoever with the actual lyrics.

Caring an Staring


Well saddled on his horse,
An well done was it said.
The action he spoke
an woke too, to parry.
Nor did he flinch
to find it so scary.

Looking hard, a brave Knight
done with his war, find a wife
one beautiful an ebony, like Lovely
Certainly to Mary.

So Lovely said, "Your stead is too mighty.

I found this one lad, named Jerry."


"Fine my ebon...lady.
From disappointments like you I am warry."

An with that the Knight circled round.

Heart beating hard feeling Lovely staring

"Does she know I am caring?"

An yes Lovely stared back at him
as he galloped away,

Too, Caring.

I cannot see the stars
Not from here
Not from this place
Not with these expectant eyes
A cloudy and gloomy sky blocks them
Blocks the sight of the heavens
How I wish to see them
The twinkling of the lights
The warmth of their glow
I will never see them

Not by looking through my bedroom window
But I will see them
When I reach my special place

The words you speak
Only convey lies
You make me sound weak
They only get worse as time flies
I am sick and tired
Of your endless games
You are making me feel wired
Stop pinning me up in a frame
What do you think you have to gain
From hurting your friend
For making me feel so much pain
This has to end
I won’t hear you speak
I won’t listen to your lies
I am not weak
Time to say our goodbyes

A series of events with no real end.

People come and go, one cant help but feel sorrow.

We ourselves only live so long, we can only see so much.

How much has played out before our birth, and how much more after we dead?

Its comical really, yes, a joke it would seem, with us as the punchline.

Then again, isnt such a thought far to self indulgent?

Arent we specks in an infinite space, to minor to even be a joke, to small and insignificant even for such consideration?

Remember to cry as you smile, laughing until your breath is gone. Is this not the path to sanity, or at least contentment?

Perhaps, joke, or no joke, we are still here.

Yes, thats right! Its easy to forget in the thrall of ones own mind.

We exist, for better or for worse.

Why then, should we not all try and have a bit of fun?

At least until we cant.

Our hearts
Slowly carved out
The tar
Oozing out

The range
Apparently infinite
Yet surprisingly finite
When push comes to shove

The interest
In the construction
With deconstruction
Taking place

Slashing
Crushing
What is left over
But the filth
The misery
The shit
Of existence

The end is bright
So they say
Yet is it light
Or an angler
Ready to consume

Named
An unpolished diamond
Non the less
If you polish a blob
What you get
But a shiny
Piece of shit

Upturned entrails
Downtrodden eyes
Crooked fixtures
Reaching out
Dentures chattering
Akin
To the bones of the dead

The severed listeners
Listen
With the grandest of attentions
Pouring in
A sleu of type
Collecting in conclusion
NOTHING

Estimated
Astimations
Assimilating
Aspirations
Alluding
Annihilation

Colluding
Alongside the conspirators
Desiring destruction
Of the binding bindings
Resulting
In complete
And utter
Disinterest

Who’s to say
The shit I say
Is acceptable
Who’s to say
The shit you say
Is approved
Who’s to say
I have a shit to give
Prez

Why ya don’t
Fuck off
I’m tired of ya
I’m sick of ya
Of it all
The shite
The shiny gobs
The knobjockeys

Shove yer arseface
In the cunt it ‘ame from
‘aybe then
I’ll decorate me face
With a smile equal
To the wee buggers
Named Chesi

If that
Take place
Does not mate
I’ll just use
Me trusty ole friend
N with ease
Peace shall ensue

Many times the world had failed you
Many times the problems almost swallowed you
Many times that you have tripped
Many time that the world go against you

Things didn't seems to fall into the right places
Challenges after problems
The never ending battle of life
Like the world hates you

Everyone battling some wars
Everyone carries some burden
Everyone is crumbling inside
We never know

Smile's at the surface
Sorrow beneath it
We never want to be discovered
But we want help

His hands become his hands become his.
His touch becomes my pain becomes pain.
My tears become rivers become blood.

Using this old ass board for this cause fuck it. This is an experimental poem I wrote a while back titled "The Listener" with this draft in particular titled "What Does It Mean to be a Fucking Strawberry?" Some of the formatting doesn't work on here but overall it's pretty untouched so read it if you want. Reposting it cause without it being double spaced it bleeds your eyes trying to read on here lol.

TALKING is a form of COMMUNICATION that corresponds with

LISTENING by which another party participates in and

While LISTENING, I sometimes find myself THINKING

That I am ACTING like a THERAPIST for my FRIENDS as

RACHEL is TALKING to ME about how

The nature channel SAYS there are TWO HUNDRED seeds in a STRAWBERRY, and

Their THERAPIST has TOLD THEM that EACH SEED represents an OPPORTUNITY

To leave behind an IMPACT

Like a body does in the water, letting all the droplets splash out

Onto OTHERS, but

RACHEL SAYS that lately

They haven’t been FEELING

Their BEST and THEY don’t UNDERSTAND

What does it mean to be a FUCKING STRAWBERRY

Being CRUSHED between YOUR FOOT and the SIDEWALK, RACHEL

TELLS ME they CAN’T wait to TALK

To THEIR THERAPIST tomorrow like

Why the FUCK am I even HERE

Thinking about strawberries when chewing on cherry pits sounds like a better metaphor for

LISTENING to this SHIT right now

When RACHEL is going to turn

Around and TALK to SOMEONE else about THIS tomorrow?

But it’s OKAY

Because RACHEL SAYS they will be BETTER soon,

And I KNOW how to LISTEN to

JOHNATHAN BUSTING THROUGH THE DOOR YELLING ABOUT HOW HE WAS

FIRED

FROM HIS JOB FOR SAYING THAT HE WAS GOING TO SKULL-FUCK

HIS CO-WORKER WHO IS ALSO A

MINOR

AND HOW HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THE

IMPLICATIONS

OF THE JOKE,

Because APPARENTLY it was a

Misunderstanding when I told you the truth and you nervously laughed it off like a

JOKE.

And HE had LAUGHED,

And THEY had LAUGHED,

And THAT made it OKAY,

Because it was a JOKE,

And I am TRYING to THINK of how to EXPLAIN

The origin of the hole in my backyard that I had dug to bury

The IMPLICATIONS

To JOHNATHAN while RACHEL

Is TEXTING ME that THEY need to CALL and EXPLAIN

WHAT just HAPPENED to

THE STRAWBERRIES,

And I am like WHAT the HELL just HAPPENED RACHEL

Cause JOHNATHAN is SHOUTING that

HE IS HAVING THE WORST WEEK OF HIS LIFE,

And RACHEL is TYPING,

And MY PHONE is RINGING,

And JOHNATHAN JUST THREW A FUCKING CHAIR ACROSS THE ROOM LIKE

IMAGINE,

Trying to meet someone’s eye while standing on broken legs like

BEING THAT SMASHED MOLDING STRAWBERRY ON THE SIDEWALK

LIKE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO THE SEEDS

DO THEY GROW INSIDE THE CRACKS OF THE CEMENT LIKE

WHAT THE FUCK

ARE THE IMPLICATIONS

Of these—

And suddenly,

I remember

To breathe,

And I pull my sleeves

All

The

Way

Down

Because I want to cover the

MARKS that I don’t want to TALK about,

Because there are so many THOUGHTS

I don’t KNOW how to TALK about,

But I do KNOW how to LISTEN,

So

I LISTEN,

And

I LISTEN,

To

JOHNATHAN and RACHEL,

And I think,

If only I knew how to talk like that.