I have started going through the threads and editing poems which are not in the default colours as per stated in the rules. If you KNOW you have posted a poem in colours, please edit it yourself. Any threads created from 13 Dec 2010 with poems in colour will attract a warning.
Theme: Sunrise and/or Sunset
Your poem can be written in any style. There is no minimum/maximum line count or word count.
How you interpret and use the theme is up to you.
Submissions must have a title (this will be used for the voting thread), but descriptions are optional.
I did one for the fictions and now I'm doing one here for the benefit of everyone writing or reviewing poetry. Please note that I have taken this from here and have edited very little as I am no poetry expert and thought that it would be best to leave poetry writing tips to the experts.
What’s Going On?
This is to be your one stop thread to what’s currently going on in the forum. Links to writing challenges, contests, and featured stories, both past and present, will all be located here. Other fun activities may find their way into being linked here as well, so make sure you...
I am revamping the rules as originally written by Princess Ai. I am adding to and subtracting from them now and will continue to do so as I see a need for it. Be sure to check back to the thread title often to see if you have read the most current rules.
There is a pinned topic in this forum....
Firstly, thank you Xero for helping me come up with the youtube name.
This is the topic where I'm going to post videos. The other topic is where you can discuss things.
This is the first video, Introductionary!
Okay, sometimes it's hard to rhyme certain words. So I think this would be a good thread to have. If you have trouble rhyming something... check this thread! I'll update it as often as I can with random words that rhyme with other words. If you have a rhyme I don't have, and haven't posted, feel...
I struggle to capture your heart's luminescence.
My emotions entangle in a crumpled heap.
These knots of my failures engorge the chagrin
Severing memories my heart scrambled to keep.
A flurry of sentiment afflicting my consciousness.
They fall in deaf ears; an emotional void....
I dream of you in the dark
Blessing me with the softest kisses
Whispering to me my worth
Holding my hand as you caress my face.
I dream of actually getting to touch you,
To know you through more than my phone screen.
Just a brief hug,
It doesn't even have to be romantic.
I don't know why I bother.
The venom dripping from your lips,
Burning my throat,
And I can feel the blood
And I can hear the acid
You get so angry!
Then you tell me it wasn't a fight.
It was just a discussion.
Round my finger
I twirl my hair
As round my life
You come here and there.
The tides lapping
Up and down
As my feelings
Breathe and drown.
Luna up high
Waxing and waning
It's so hard to say "I Love You", and not draw back in tears
It's so hard to know that your not there to help me face my fears
It's so hard to answer the calls from my phone, not knowing it's not your voice
It's so hard to see you laughing when I'm crying deep inside
It's so hard to fall in...
Hey there. I'm new to this forum, and decided to, occasionally drop my own original poetry here. I'll probably contribute fourish times per week, since I still have a bunch of other things to do. Anyways, that's enough exposition, onto the poetry.
Mama please call Papa's phone,
There is frailty in your words,
I was once foolish enough to believe them.
I'm older now, and more the wiser.
While I still love you, I trust you less.
There really is no need to lie to me.
Promises are the ways of cowards.
In your hollow words it is us you condemn.
For without trust there...
They can change you,
One day you embrace them,
like a close friend.
They keep you moving,
Into this stinking cesspool
of the repertoire of the unwanted:
Bastards, broken dreams, midnight fantasies.
No more, I say
Unperturbed by my desperate reach
For anything that might hold me steady.
Throttling me against the wall, I never would have guessed.
Pegged you for someone who would harm me? Never.
Disillusioned by you I certainly was.
How could I have known the you who nurtured me,
Brought me into this world, loved, cared, and protected!
No, I never would have known.
A certain sort of romance
Has taken deep ensnaring roots,
To the basis of my binding
And has obfuscated certain truths
A curtain for the frame
Which highlights lover's game,
A back and forth a'plenty
In an unsure sort of phase
Love is a mystery
Chemical in its periphery
Carnal by its tenacity
Beautiful in its complexity
Simple or enigmatic
It causes happiness and panic
Sometimes chosen, or automatic
It envelops the human heart
This is a story I wrote, because I really felt like writing something sweet last night. I classify it as a story, but it's written like a poem, so... I am a bit lost at the moment. Well, here it is under Poetry, I guess.
A Winter Romance
I met you on December 1st
you signed my coffee...
The sun careens from
What shadow measures
Edges and flats
Rounds and dips
Creating a yearning
Of window's lips
The sight of your lips,
Catches my eyes,
Dilutes my irises when
They turn into a smile.
The lashes on your eyes
cope with me
and this thoughtless poetry
you do it too
yours is just done secretly
eager to earn your affections again
this is how we've always been
insisting my downward spiral is funny
There is so much to be said
But lost in a perpetual space
Rivers spew mendacies fed
Ingested like a poison glace
Watching Gaia's weeping
Amaroidal from heaven's bay
Her cannonade imploding home
Slathering with salty duress
Nothing in her repine noted
Former decussate in reaping
It has been a long while, close to a year. Going to try to get back into writing, back into viewing peoples poems. The reason as to why matters not but going to post a unedited poem and I would love to hear from anyone and everyone who has something to say about it, even if it is a just good. Point...
Unable to approach you
I am the fool in queendom's court,
Dressed with my wits at best-
With so much humor to sort
I hide behind my mask
Rosy and well refined,
A porcelain of poetry
Ralf, Pickle and Wilson
So keen to be hatin’.
Now I gotta be demonstratin’
My rappin prowess
Except no foul words
Cuz them for the birds
And chats for nerds
I’m the Empress
I'm under the impression
Of the lively November spirit,
Whose courts are wreathed-
With withered leaves o' merit
Whose earthen queen sits a’top
A macabre yet glowing throne,
Which partakes of winter draught
In every dried flower blown-
Haunted by her figure
The fawning of fair delusion,
My eyes can not synchronize
With her beautiful absolution
She is the Phantom of the Opera
My spectral Annabel Lee,
The Yellow Rose of Texas
That I have seen in my dreams
In the spirit of all Hallow's Eve, I was inspired to compose such a poem. Anyways, the means of inspiration nor how it was conceived is not important. All that matters, is my hope you, the reader enjoys this piece.
When I was little, it was okay. It was normal
To believe in the things that went...
This is just something that I wrote a long time ago.
Feel free to post your thoughts on it.
To An Old friend
Do you remember?
We turned onlookers emerald ,
Painted the words ‘FRIENDS FOREVER’
On our hands like little children.
Singing as if we were tone deaf at the
My emotions are ink.
Feelings ne'er conveyed,
find them printed on pages
My thoughts are ink.
Ideas waltz in my mind,
find them dancing on pages
No comments here...
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Ripples disturb the flawless layer of water-skin
Blood falling like rain
The rivers run red as the oceans turn crimson
The sickly sweet stench of iron hangs in the air like a haze
The doldrums beat the dead soundlessly
A wing of darkness floods the...
Here's a poem inspired by a Nordic legend...
Brothers of Moon & Sun
Entities of cosmic greatness lie motionless in the sky
Of great importance were they, and such they knew
Deserts were born, for the sun was too close to the land
A forest in eternal night, where the moon relaxed
Inspired from reading H.P Lovecraft's writings.
From childhood's hour, I have heard the voices
Beckoning from the old crypts, and the black ocean
Even twisting nightmares go on
But all I seem is but a madman!
Evidence I see is but gibberish to the rest
Arms tied behind my back strait
I've never felt the keen sting of death
As briskly as when I am lost in thought,
In the darkest corners of my experience
Where concepts and feelings are bought
I wander in an almost conscious world
In a state of inhumanly cryptic disrepair,
As the fear of the unknown weighs down
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