I remember less each day Your laugh Your smile Your gentle way. I search my brain Then entertain The thought of you With me again. And for a while I wear a smile But then once more You start to fade. I try and try To only find That you’re not here And I remain.
aw look at all these cute poems in the comment section. Follow your heart everyone, and may light shine in the darkest corners of your life. Peace x love
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Like a broken record, you just repeat. Missing lines, skipping beats Your notes are random Your meaning blurred You sing a song to me But I don’t hear any words. I've seen your heart, I’ve felt the beat With each note you play, you draw me in Enticing strings call my name Distorted chords you wrote in pain They harmonize in sweet accord And combine to form a perfect melody. The song you sing cries out to me Distorted chords in harmony Composed from pain; a melodic sympathy Perfect symmetry; vivid imagery Forged in fire; my affinity You are my song; a beautiful eccentricity
Okay, I usually can't stand these, but this was somehow really well done. This reaches you 5 years later. Maybe it comes as a reminder for you to write again.
His eyes were like a kaleidoscope, Changing colors when he was happy, Or when he was sad. Changing colours when he cried, Or when he smiled. They danced between shades, And I could never decide What colour they really were. But one day, I found out. They were blank, Staring up at the sky One last time With nothing left in them. The sparkle was gone, And so was he.
I fell in love with you after you died Into deep brown Mona Lisa eyes That followed us around the room From the last taken portrait of you I held your sister as she cried Dressed in your favourite clothes The liveliest of your household now silenced And drifting through rooms as a ghost I listened to your mother as she tried Tried to thank me for coming to - to - "He would've liked that you're here I'm sure he really liked you." I flinched when your father lied He smiled, said he was fine He played us your favourite song But... didn't sing along.
This is beautiful 💕 may I please have your permission to perform this piece for my speech and debate class? I am supposed to choose a poem that I like and perform it in front of a crowd. I would give you credit
Poems come from the the deepest part of our heart The darkest secrets The scars and the hurt The pains we couldn't Enunciate to no one We are carrying them In our bleeding heart
The shadow behind The bright and light outside The clinching and grinding inside The scratching and the binding The tears and wears But left with a happy smile and despairs (My first attempt at poems)
My first poem ever, ballad, wrote it when i was 13, Ever since she drew her last breath, She took away my soul. And forgot to gave me back my heart, And parts of me she stole. I asked her just the day before, Am i forgiven yet? With makeup running down her eyes, I just cannot forget. I should've begged, I should've cried, Shouldn't have let her go, Without atleast, a goodbye hug. I was as cold as snow. How dare you leave me all alone? How dare you walk away? I lost my excuse for living, Congrats, you made me pay.
Professor Tysdal taught my POETRY 101/INTRODUCTION class. The man was a true gem who really tried his best to bring poetry to life for us. He made class entertaining while still teaching real lessons. I've been blessed with amazing teacher my entire life, but Tysdal is easily a top 5...and I had him in UNI, not high school! I went to his office hours once for an assignment proposal, and he was so impressed by my idea that he said he would grade the paper himself rather than his T.A...only after being a high school teacher for a few years did I realize that he tricked me. He wasn't impressed by my idea. But he knew that the personalized attention he gave me would make me work harder on the paper, and I did. Things like that are what make this man a treasure. That, and so, so much more!
Leonora I remember the way The sun lights up your eyes As we laugh, cry, listen Sigh under summer skies You make my day. The light breeze breathes Upon your hair And your fair face. Now I lay down On the meadow Smiling, laughing Crying and sighing But all alone You are just another memory Just another rose But alas, the rose is plucked And laid on a stone.
For the time one takes to rhyme, must be spent on something more sublime. Like a watching the ships from the dock go by, to rhyme is but a waste of time
For the time one takes to rhyme, must be spent on something more sublime. Like a watching the ships from the dock go by, to rhyme is but a waste of time
For the time one takes to rhyme, must be spent on something more sublime. Like a watching the ships from the dock go by, to rhyme is but a waste of time
Reveals how human responses could be transformed. Raising our words and what unites us all in our human condition, rather than just raising our ego shields and arrows.
Thank you so much Daniel 💫💫 Follwoing is a poem that i have written and it gives me pleasure to think that so many people can read it through this comment ,inshaALLAH!❣❣❣ "My thoughts knock at my mind I know they won't let me sleep So I yield to their might and Break away from the bed Fireflies and I am running behind In the thick forest that boggles my mind And where do they take me? To a golden tree ,to angelic street Is it you sawing the trees? The twirl and the blue eyes And I'm diving into this ocean bright Is this the real or just my fantasy Am I lost in you or you dwell my mind Can you feel butterflies fluttering inside Or is it me enamoured by your sight You are no stranger to me i cherish you like a childhood tale But you elude me everytime like a forgotten old play You pass by me as if i am ghost untouched ,impassive ,like a cold storm But I sit in your way watching the clock tick waiting for you to shine your rays And in friends ,when you tell the joke I collapse into gales of laughter even before you hit the punchline,so its not real just my fantasy i am lost in you and you dwell my mind You cant feel the butterflies fluttering inside Cz its just me enamoured by your sight Memoona Aaqil" I would love to hear your thoughts on my poem . 🌟🌟
Edward Dundoned smith I have not posted my work anywhere at this time. But if you would like I can see about posting a few on Google plus or something like that. I would love to share my work with you if you think it will help you get started. Let me know.
If you hit a dry spell. write about something happening, when someone brought something in the room, or finding something, related to the after math of an event so it is the end resolve. as your physical response to it as well, or pick a word and see what memory brings to u and write about one part of the experience
This is what I wrote as he spoke and guided: Cold winters return, took my breath away Where that laughter once held me anchored Despite knowing the truth I fought to stay Just so I know you loved my scent everyday Now everytime I taste your favourite ice-cream Bittersweet tears roll down my face Your touched me like my favourite blanket on a rainy night I miss your shiny honey eyes, vibrant and bright Like the star of hope I hold in my heart I wish you return to me like a comet you are
Here is my amateur poetry even if this video is years old You call yourself useless Not needed in a world like this you just never really listened To the people who're glad you exist You dont know their perspective Of how you saved their life That in their room of darkness You came by and stayed as light You came to their wasteland and made flowers grow and bloom You never really knew Their world needed someone like you
The silence in my room Accompanied by sobs that my lungs drew The night I dreamt of you Is another slit That lies on my wrist. I have not yet Nor do i plan to forget The day you made me cry Tears that have now gone dry.
Very raw but I am open to criticism. As long as it will help. please be kinda I've never done this before. "So Long Love Song" Your touch was soft like a light wave on the beach your blonde hair was as golden as the sunset skyline. My hand is empty like the desert after a sandstorm dry, empty, and lonely. Like a safe with no content my hand is bare. The warmth of your touch brought chills down my body a soft fire during winter bringing me comfort. Now cold to the touch bringing feelings of pain and sorrow. The haunting image of my tears on your shoulder brings salty streams down my cheek. Our last hug, our last kiss, our last goodbye, frozen in time. The lasting memories leaving a feeling of longing inside.
you said you love me with your red, full lips you said you were here to stay you were never going to quit you held me as the sun arose and the moon said goodbye you kissed me in the morning light and it made me feel like i could fly now i’m here all alone as the minutes tick away you told me that you love me but it doesnt feel that way *ahhhh that was the first poem i wrote! i wrote it in 6th grade, obviously i’ve never been in love lol*
I am her Earth and she is my water no matter where she goes even if I can't see her anymore Even if she vanishes out of thin air No matter where she goes She always comes back to me because she is my water and I, her Earth
This is my first poem, I’m 14 and only wrote it the other day- I’m becoming interested in poetry: Every night I lay in bed, A storm begins to grow inside my head, Crashing against the walls of my brain, My thoughts are the thunder and life is the rain. The illusion of time decides to pass, as lightning strikes my world: from the sky to the grass, starting destructive yet beautiful fires of anger and sadness, I realise that again I am alone with my mind and its madness. Every single water droplet becomes heavier, as I reflect over the terrible day that has come to an end, I think about the people who have agrivated me and stirred up my hate, the storm is becoming devastating- suffocating the animals that represent my hope Is it really worth it? Why do I bother? Why do I get up and deal with the pain of life, When I could stay here, In a world of my own.
for the first time in a long time i felt happy. laughter echoed against empty fields only the four of us there to hear it. pure utter happiness revealed itself to me as i saw my friends dance, and look up at the stars, and roll down hills. we all fell into a pile and watched the sunset, exhausted and inspired at the same time. - "the sky was dark but our minds were not"
Calls deadened by the distance. Sequestered by the bustling busy bodies. Waterfalls of audio burst into a steady stream of tranquillity. Calm, yet turbulent.
Thank you Daniel for giving me the inspiration I needed. Because of you - I had a real go at constructing a personal poem based on my experiences/observations. I now believe I'm writing a poetry book that will be released in the near future. I hope to make the New York Times bestsellers list. 🙂😬🤞🏽🎉
Also my first attempt of a poem: Empty: Without thought exiled from passion days spent distraught living with a life-less fashion It doesn't burn I don't know what is real Life doesnt always take the right turn It lacks the right feel The cold seeping through the window sill Oh the burn in my fingers, do it I cry Or just take a damn pill, When people say their okay, its really just a bitter lie.
Leap onto me with all you’ve got Don’t make me wait for tomorrow Find me a cage to shed my anger To lose my insanity And make the wolves look for me In this foreign society Where everybody loses their mind Go flee and run Throughout the jungle of worry Grasp my soul so tightly Where your hands grip and slide With a burn echoing through skin and bones Hold in your envy and spite Until the currents wave back And crash by the ocean base During the glistening night of stars Cheers to the hollow moon Witness of war and heroism Once present every night During the wrong and the right
His conclusion caught me off guard with how emotionally powerful it was. I realised I can recapture a little piece of my grandmothers treasured time with her family. Thank you for sharing that. Great work.
His smile Warming even the moon Smiling to show his affection Warming himself and us Not even crying when we all were He embodied control self control Not blinking twice to smile But when it was time for us to cry he couldn’t blink
This video teaches us- Why poetry mends our mind; The moments that you spend weaving rhythm Are enough to bring back your lost life. I truly loved this video♥️
Lost my dad a few months ago. Been playing the guitar more and learning some songs he liked and used to play. He liked Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan, so while learning this song and the lyrics, I got to experience the poetry of Dylan's lyrics which has inspired me to write better. Here's the poem I created while watching this talk, recalling a memory of my dad playing guitar quietly in the morning so as not to wake me up. Sonrise Soft strumming in the summers morning. Like a roosters scream but silenced and somber. No sleeping eyes can stay so still. Succumb to the sequence of the subdued sounds. Song only to the sun, and his slumbering son.
As I stood afar from the scene to hear my loved ones and your cries before they closed the window screen In futility, I screamed my last goodbye yet to this time I cannot decide what i miss the most the softness of your touch as it stroked mine or the musty scent of your cologne
When the darkness falls And I’m just here Alone The thoughts keep me up I miss the warmth of the sun Your presence I’m not sure if I like you Or your existence
You are the reason You are the reason I can't sleep A restless dance with mind body and soul A trophy-less goal You are the reason I can't sleep. You are the reason I breath They way you move A beauty you do not have to prove You are the reason I can't sleep You are the reason I still believe A love so full god himself could not smother A reason to live, or why bother? You are the reason I will bleed.
Great, this is one I made that might fit the you're the reason: You're the worst of traitors Since you came by my side You came up like a friend But now you torture me at night You're made me forget everything Or skip anything I used to do also I still cut me up And you're the reason for that too I now never accept invites Because I lost the trust in people They just always backstab me So my heart became a hole I've had enough I'm not a fighter So for now I'll say goodbye I've lost my love and interests Now I only want to die
this is my first poem, i really tried Your presence was candy to a child Indulging in love was nothing but sweet How my heart was drawn in Yet beat faster in your absence Obsession became a friend And distrust became a habit My eyes could never meet yours My words could never reach you The mirror spoke to me with the image of you staring Thinking of every picture led closer to the glass shattering Inevitability took refuge in my thoughts And went away along with you
how many times do you have to rehearse all of your crimes and crying verse? stop checking if the coast is clear- because the only thing you should fear is fear
Tomorrow is my poetry competition, we got the update just today. Also, poetry is never been taught to us, I was so damn nervous, I was just sliding through some videos, while I saw this. I can say that I clicked this vid expecting something, and it led me to something. It was like a personal therapy session. Hats off man , hats off
My little sister always cries When she finds out our daddy's little lies He says "I'm sorry" and "it's ok" But again and again he fades away The disappointment in her eyes The lack of readiness towered by surprise I wish to wipe away these feelings from her mind She doesn't know he all but loves That our mothers stories aren't made up And when she does it will ubrupt This maturity and this nothing less gain And she'll wonder why she wailed with pain Over a man she simply entertained Over a man who was never there Over a man that always vanished Through Thin Air
You used to play piano for me and I always said I will see you on billboard’s one day But to this day The stillness still gives me chills I remember our shadows dancing underneath the traffic lights Over the freeway overlooking the mountains You said you were gonna show me the 🌎 now you haunt my sleep this world hasn’t deserved beautiful incredible you...
a splendid talk. as with literature, poetry suffers because of the air of superiority associated with it, the idea that only a handful of people (all dead, of course) can make good poems, the 'exclusivity' of it -- but all poems are made simply of letters, and of feelings, and of expression. a hat tip to Daniel for breaking down the oft-opaque walls of poetry
Not one second shall pass through the day According to the natural way, Tired and lonely an aged willow weeps Under the gray sky the soul is weak, Running from shadows the animal stumbles A soft hum of a creek so shallow, Loud with silence and rich with sorrow In the woods a sad wail of a sparrow Sharp the crimson colors of fall remain, May they ever see their struggle’s fade? This is my first poem I wrote for my creative writing class in high school... I don’t think I’m very good at it 😅
"I can do this" Tell myself all the time I can do this Fell off a cliff into the waters abyss Told myself swim or give life a kiss Told myself I can do this with bliss I tell myself I shall never be remiss
My first proper poem I've written, age 16. (intended to be read/sang like a lullaby) She’s been heading for the sky He’ll blatantly just keep her down Upon the clouds she will fly He’ll chase her dream but fall and drown She easily saw past his eyes He failed to see, became a clown But when the time came for goodbyes Expressed emotion without sound Such catharsis he would find Contained entirely on the ground Forced apart by waking eyes He wished they never opened now Her words were betrayed by her eyes And the scratches he had found Although he’s glad to see her fly My fantasy you stayed around.
I wasn’t supposed to be here It all feels so surreal Beating hearts that's all I hear I wonder if I'll ever get out of here A door once opened but now closed Just like our hearts they stay unknown Consume my illness but not my soul Don't be afraid just come close Darling I know anxiety it takes control But I promise you I won't let go Hold on tight and stay up close Promise me you'll never leave me alone -
i want to write a poem but I have never been in love, I have never suffered a terrible life. I have food on my table and a roof over my head. what can I write about?
this is a really old video but i've been getting into writing poetry recently! i decided to follow his lil lesson hehe, and here's what i came up with: title: You Left Me in the Winter Picturing your face is becoming difficult, the memory of you is sun softened snow. -t.n
I remember the last day I saw you You were old and fragile You came to my game You were proud of me The next week you passed I was torn apart I did not cry It was a week later You passed my mind My eyes drenched like the ocean My mind only saw your face
" The crimson quanta emanating from my heart , was travelling to the magical puff of your being i found today ,when you shone through the veil engrossed in the frenzy of ideas in vintage Geneva" Memoona Aaqil
Just a sad poem i wrote earlier: And I'll bet you've had bad dreams, Or maybe youve been fine. But while you sleep my heart and break has been working over-time. I just don't. Know. What. To. Do. I can only tell you- but what? When you're just so covered in this blanket of mistrust. I love you. I love you. And i hope I've not lost.
Here's mine : Him sitting on his chair In silence, with no despair Taking baked bananas to eat Together with a cup tea Chewing his food tenderly and slowly With no stress in his mind
Bottom of the sea to the mountains height Starting From my place, to the infinite light In every face, in every state I see you here; i see you there I see you everywhere, i see you everywhere Whether its warmth of the day Or coldness of the night's gray Whether it's shadow or a glowing light You are in my heart ; you are in my sight I feel you everywhere ,I feel you everywhere Away from the crowd, away from the voice Maintaining the distance, cancelling every noise Cuz the Only need is to listen your voice Break the way, come to near I need to hear you ohh dear.
Trauma: My tangerine sneakers, never having touched the soiled concrete, as fresh as perfectly ripened fruit, are bruised and spoiled by sour memories that grow tainted with confrontation; when my sweet joy was peeled away, leaving behind a soft mass of fearful, rotting pulp.
ooh I really like this, the continual use of fruit related imagery. The poem really shows how a traumatic event can taint something that used to feel untouched and new.
I started writing poetry a few years ago, but fell out of it for a time. I'm trying to write some more now, whenever I get an idea. Here's a new one that I'm proud of: Roses are red Sprouting another head in spring's flower bed Looking up at the sky A clear blue Watch birds fly away like they fear you Spot a grazing herd and stop to watch the deer chew All in memories made as this time's career flew It's been a whole year too That I now peer through with the lens of a rear-view Twenty-twenty, pure hue See them all but hear few Wish I could still hear you In a memory that appears new But all I have is this season's grass Coated in my tear's dew
at the end it said "show less" because of the youtube formatting, and for some reason for a second I thought it was part of the poem because it rhymed slightly lol. But nice poem, it's very true
I’m 14 and have always liked to write, and since ppl are putting poems they wrote I thought I’d drop this here :D I wish people could see me how I see me. Outside I’m loud, quiet sometimes, unremarkable. But I find, if pulled back, I am much greater than my persona. I am forced behind a great wall, hidden from view. Those who poke or prod climb it. Peel back the bricks of seeming content and coolness. And you’ll see the pain, my kingdom, my Atlantis of beauty. My tears carving ponds and oceans with each drop. My laughter causing flowers to fill meadows. A palace built by one’s concern and pure emotion, it shall never fall. For this place is raw, purposeful and sweet. Every color a brushstroke, every bud a new interest. Those outside don’t realize how much they mock. For this land is beautiful, ever changing and moving. Its impurities sculpted into statues molded gracefully. Pillars, an acropolis of thought. Simplicity cherished, love nourished. If people visited this home of mine, they’d see just how precious it is. Ever changing and moving.
im a beginner..i havnt written anything before so this is what i came up with....there is no specific topic for this but temme what you guys think... "Sacrifices she made Mistakes she forgave Your love was all she wanted But you were just too bonded She left her passions she left her dreams Just to see how your eyes gleam She stayed by your side, alone you never cried Her love was too much her love was too wide She was a fool, she trusted you A big mistake that was she never knew She bore the pain she took the blame But you were just never the same".
your grinning smile When i look at you Is like a marigold that requires warmth No matter how much warmth it seeks It will always grow in midwinter's bleak!
I'm a begginer so anyways this is what I came up with... Your old age Priceless Smile, bright as a sun that'll always make my day bright, always giving me that warm season Feeling
I listened to this talk and then wrote this poem about my middle school guitar teacher who passed away suddenly when I was 12. I’ve kept playing and I’m 20 now: unrequited buzz of the e string lays rampant from my tender youth technique swift as autumns breeze to be entranced in the force of your melody fleeting notes, passive chord switches between us feels like a deep breath sighing.... your music becomes mine
Love this. Mighty helpful. Interesting that the last point made, was about a frozen lake. It's exactly how the block in my heart, chest, and belly feels. During inner journeying, I've seen the lake; it's in my forest kingdom. Will write some poems and songs in the hope that the lake inside will restart to flow like the Great Flow of life's river - one day soon.
And in silence I searched my head, looking for a word, that best describes what I feel as I stare into her smiling, innocently she laughed at my silly jokes and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her face. The desire to save her number from the company file she just filled. But yet again I delayed, waited till the dark emerges again, and by morning I have found a thousand reasons to deny myself this love
To walk on water you may choose. Whether the currents carry its not up to you. But when you choose to walk on water, you either swim or drown when the currents pull you under
I often replay scenes from the film I have already seen dozens of times Taking bits and pieces of each picture And lying on the ground reminiscing the scenes worth recalling for my own enjoyment It’s comforting Makes me feel a sense of blissfulness, yet Lonesome I often get lost in a maze full of those bits and pieces that are now prickly thorns and tangled vines I’m scared Why don’t I remember how to escape this maze? I’ve seen this film before Take me back I wish I never seen this film that now brings me agonizing torture, yet It’s comforting
This speaks to me. I'm a movie geek and just this morning whilst having a morning smoke and coffee I was just saying lines from An American Werewolf in London to myself lol "and what do you think they'd say? They'd think us mad!" "Perhaps they'll be safe in the rain" "You hear that?" "I heard nothin" "nor I" I love The Slaughtered Lamb scene if you've watched it? And I wish I could watch my favorite films with fresh eyes again
No one thinks about me As I am alone No one trust me As I was not wrong No one thinks that I was not mistaken No one thinks that As what I have taken No one thinks that What type of problems I have face No one thinks that What I was felling during this case ... No one trust me When I screamed through my heart No one with me When I was crying through my heart As yesterday I was alone As today I am alone Seriously now I didn't want anyone ...... I want be alone
Amazed to see how everyone finds a way to comment section, To discover their true reflection. Soul searching for a connection. Born in new body after resurrection. Words tie us close They tear us apart. Thats why we write prose And fill words into our cart. Cause they find way to our heart. If you like this poem Leave a comment It wont cost a cent. Now i will vent. Now this is the end. 😊❤
(This is my first time writing poetry. Idk how to at all so I hope this even counts--) People surround me Hearts full of love Smiles full of harmony I sit here, turning my head to them The misery cannot spread The void cannot grow If I stay here forever I will be the only one to know If I reach for the stars If I open up to love “Will it ever reach them?” Is a thought to rest When I fall below the stars When I reach the ground when I was already so high “Running away” Is what they say What do I run from? What is there to run from? Questions silenced Sirens louder I lay here alone The floor so cold The heart I hold It all leaves me as I fall below the ground Covered in a warm embrace of death itself Then I realise before my eyes shut “This was my home” The end.
Your handwritten letter Is like the morning chirps of birds in spring. I recite every word and let them burn me purposely as a form of punishment. The pictures that covered every surface of your home help me recall that familiar warmth that used to hug me. Everything you were, now reduced to the size of something, I store away in boxes.
I know we both felt the same thing Even though we didn't say it out loud My naive heart kept falling for you All my wit was in vain But little did I know, it was our fate so all I could do was to wait ❤
Your thoughts welcomed me once again Then I looked for you in all faces again Your presence lacks and my heart cracks But the love remains intact I never knew emotions were too fragile Until one day I saw a teary pile I climbed up the hill again just to see you in a chaotic maze I felt dizzy too as there was a haze But I am not complaining just observing my growth As invisioning a future without you is becoming a reality I know, I just know it hurts and the heart breaks But to heal this is what it takes
When you already write poetry but you just come here to make you sure you are doing it ok
Same, girl, same.
Make that 3 of us
Mood
Omg me😂
Mee too :”)
I remember less each day
Your laugh
Your smile
Your gentle way.
I search my brain
Then entertain
The thought of you
With me again.
And for a while
I wear a smile
But then once more
You start to fade.
I try and try
To only find
That you’re not here
And I remain.
Gabe Thornes this is beautiful
This is wonderful, actually I really felt this one. Thank you.
This is simple yet so amazing. Beautiful.
Bars
this touched me. thank you
aw look at all these cute poems in the comment section. Follow your heart everyone, and may light shine in the darkest corners of your life. Peace x love
Fire Power he/she never said it was theirs...
you too bro
Hello Writer !!
We could publish your writing in a WORLD RECORD AIMED BOOK with a very small and minimal entry fees which would include several things.
For more information and all the details, do contact me on my Instagram id : aths1803
You too thanks so much
@@zubairkhan-jv1mh the least broken one .
I love how this comment section is full of poetry, as some one who loves poems I often struggle on how to write one.
Now this I can agree but in poetry its “Agreed”
same lmao
When pain is involved,
Poetry is evolved.
~Old Soul~
Like a broken record, you just repeat.
Missing lines, skipping beats
Your notes are random
Your meaning blurred
You sing a song to me
But I don’t hear any words.
I've seen your heart, I’ve felt the beat
With each note you play, you draw me in
Enticing strings call my name
Distorted chords you wrote in pain
They harmonize in sweet accord
And combine to form a perfect melody.
The song you sing cries out to me
Distorted chords in harmony
Composed from pain; a melodic sympathy
Perfect symmetry; vivid imagery
Forged in fire; my affinity
You are my song; a beautiful eccentricity
This one gave me chills, thanks for sharing
Okay, I usually can't stand these, but this was somehow really well done.
This reaches you 5 years later. Maybe it comes as a reminder for you to write again.
🔥🔥🔥🔥
One of the best poems I ever read!❤
@@Th3BigBoyi'm curious, what do you meab by "these"?
the woman I fear to be
is the one I already am
don't want to grow into my misery
but she's the only one who holds my hand
Good one❤️
That was lovely
Well written
I especially like the last line
WHOA
I'm a poet who's lost motivation due to recent events in my life. But watching this just gave me a much needed spark! Thank you for sharing!
4 years late just wanted to say I sincerely hope things are better for you now!
5 years late just wanted to say i sincerely hope things are better for you now pt²
5 years late just wanted to say I sincerely hope things are better for you now!
I am experiencing this right now. I am praying I haven't lost my ability to write. I hope you found yours!!
Never started crying in under 5 minutes while eating cookies before.... What an amazing talk
faith meek Same! My cookies tasted great
Eating cookies... I should do that! Thank you for your inspiring words 🥺
His eyes were like a kaleidoscope,
Changing colors when he was happy,
Or when he was sad.
Changing colours when he cried,
Or when he smiled.
They danced between shades,
And I could never decide
What colour they really were.
But one day, I found out.
They were blank,
Staring up at the sky
One last time
With nothing left in them.
The sparkle was gone,
And so was he.
This really stood out to me. It's just really good 😄
Edit: Your name as well, seems all too familiar
@@buddymahoney6328 oh?? Thanks haha
This is so beautiful, so so moving
The first line was amazing and what followed fit beautifully
this might be the best thing i've ever read. thank you for writing this
I fell in love with you after you died
Into deep brown Mona Lisa eyes
That followed us around the room
From the last taken portrait of you
I held your sister as she cried
Dressed in your favourite clothes
The liveliest of your household now silenced
And drifting through rooms as a ghost
I listened to your mother as she tried
Tried to thank me for coming to - to -
"He would've liked that you're here
I'm sure he really liked you."
I flinched when your father lied
He smiled, said he was fine
He played us your favourite song
But... didn't sing along.
Great piece, Dima.
I applaud you.
this is beautiful, do you publish you poems online anywhere?
This is beautiful 💕 may I please have your permission to perform this piece for my speech and debate class? I am supposed to choose a poem that I like and perform it in front of a crowd. I would give you credit
This is beautiful
I pushed a cat:
I pushed a cat
That was bad
I pushed a cat
The cat is mad
I pushed a cat
He bit me
That hurt
Now I'm sad
The end.
**many snaps**
I think the cat was a metaphor for 9/11.
@@berlinocelot my english teacher is quacking
many claps is genuis.u just dont realise it
@@sirah9852 quack quack!
Lol
Poems come from the the deepest part of our heart
The darkest secrets
The scars and the hurt
The pains we couldn't
Enunciate to no one
We are carrying them
In our bleeding heart
Boom, poem right there
wanna be this talented gawd
Great Poem👍
Nice
The shadow behind
The bright and light outside
The clinching and grinding inside
The scratching and the binding
The tears and wears
But left with a happy smile and despairs
(My first attempt at poems)
Beautiful
My first poem ever, ballad, wrote it when i was 13,
Ever since she drew her last breath,
She took away my soul.
And forgot to gave me back my heart,
And parts of me she stole.
I asked her just the day before,
Am i forgiven yet?
With makeup running down her eyes,
I just cannot forget.
I should've begged,
I should've cried,
Shouldn't have let her go,
Without atleast, a goodbye hug.
I was as cold as snow.
How dare you leave me all alone?
How dare you walk away?
I lost my excuse for living,
Congrats, you made me pay.
U literally made me cry and happy at the same time . I mean wow . . I hope you dont mind me sharing it .
Omg
Don't ever f.king stop. Work more you'll be a great human. Did you really did it when you was 13...? Just wow.
That is SO good omfg
TØP & J2 4EVER I hear it this heard the 5sos song move one.
Professor Tysdal taught my POETRY 101/INTRODUCTION class. The man was a true gem who really tried his best to bring poetry to life for us. He made class entertaining while still teaching real lessons. I've been blessed with amazing teacher my entire life, but Tysdal is easily a top 5...and I had him in UNI, not high school!
I went to his office hours once for an assignment proposal, and he was so impressed by my idea that he said he would grade the paper himself rather than his T.A...only after being a high school teacher for a few years did I realize that he tricked me. He wasn't impressed by my idea. But he knew that the personalized attention he gave me would make me work harder on the paper, and I did.
Things like that are what make this man a treasure. That, and so, so much more!
Wisdom
thanks for sharing!
Coconut in my desk
Well you know
Man, i have to rest
Window
So moving
So deep
Beautifully written
so incredibly impactiful, passionate, and emotion invoking
publish this
Leonora
I remember the way
The sun lights up your eyes
As we laugh, cry, listen
Sigh under summer skies
You make my day.
The light breeze breathes
Upon your hair
And your fair face.
Now I lay down
On the meadow
Smiling, laughing
Crying and sighing
But all alone
You are just another memory
Just another rose
But alas, the rose is plucked
And laid on a stone.
That's sad. I'm sorry if that's true.
Pain with beauty…powerful, yet gentle!
😮 so good especially the last lines. I'm inspired ❤
Poems do not need to rhyme.
Rhyming is a waste of time.
+Candycane Stripes I saw what you did there
+Christopher Rasmussen lmao me too
For the time one takes to rhyme, must be spent on something more sublime. Like a watching the ships from the dock go by, to rhyme is but a waste of time
For the time one takes to rhyme, must be spent on something more sublime. Like a watching the ships from the dock go by, to rhyme is but a waste of time
For the time one takes to rhyme, must be spent on something more sublime. Like a watching the ships from the dock go by, to rhyme is but a waste of time
The comment section is gold ❤🔥
Reveals how human responses could be transformed. Raising our words and what unites us all in our human condition, rather than just raising our ego shields and arrows.
Don’t want to go
Don’t want to stay
But here I am
Wasting away
Simple yet powerful, a beautiful poem.
I felt that one
Deep
Thank you so much Daniel 💫💫
Follwoing is a poem that i have written and it gives me pleasure to think that so many people can read it through this comment ,inshaALLAH!❣❣❣
"My thoughts knock at my mind
I know they won't let me sleep
So I yield to their might and
Break away from the bed
Fireflies and I am running behind
In the thick forest that boggles my mind
And where do they take me?
To a golden tree ,to angelic street
Is it you sawing the trees?
The twirl and the blue eyes
And I'm diving into this ocean bright
Is this the real or just my fantasy
Am I lost in you or you dwell my mind
Can you feel butterflies fluttering inside
Or is it me enamoured by your sight
You are no stranger to me
i cherish you like a childhood tale
But you elude me everytime
like a forgotten old play
You pass by me as if i am ghost
untouched ,impassive ,like a cold storm
But I sit in your way watching the clock tick
waiting for you to shine your rays
And in friends ,when you tell the joke
I collapse into gales of laughter
even before you hit the punchline,so
its not real just my fantasy
i am lost in you and you dwell my mind
You cant feel the butterflies fluttering inside
Cz its just me enamoured by your sight
Memoona Aaqil"
I would love to hear your thoughts on my poem .
🌟🌟
very eye opening. i'm a poet but I had hit a dry spell where it seemed I couldn't write anymore. I think I can get back into it
Would i be able to see ur work anywhere? I want to get into poetry.
Edward Dundoned smith I have not posted my work anywhere at this time. But if you would like I can see about posting a few on Google plus or something like that. I would love to share my work with you if you think it will help you get started. Let me know.
+Paul Reason Thank you, Paul.
yep, I have learned to do just that
If you hit a dry spell. write about something happening, when someone brought something in the room, or finding something, related to the after math of an event so it is the end resolve. as your physical response to it as well, or pick a word and see what memory brings to u and write about one part of the experience
This is what I wrote as he spoke and guided:
Cold winters return, took my breath away
Where that laughter once held me anchored
Despite knowing the truth I fought to stay
Just so I know you loved my scent everyday
Now everytime I taste your favourite ice-cream
Bittersweet tears roll down my face
Your touched me like my favourite blanket on a rainy night
I miss your shiny honey eyes, vibrant and bright
Like the star of hope I hold in my heart
I wish you return to me like a comet you are
Here is my amateur poetry even if this video is years old
You call yourself useless
Not needed in a world like this
you just never really listened
To the people who're glad you exist
You dont know their perspective
Of how you saved their life
That in their room of darkness
You came by and stayed as light
You came to their wasteland
and made flowers grow and bloom
You never really knew
Their world needed someone like you
Simple but so powerful I have chills thanks for this beautiful piece !
This is so powerful 🌟♥️
The silence in my room
Accompanied by sobs that my lungs drew
The night I dreamt of you
Is another slit
That lies on my wrist.
I have not yet
Nor do i plan to forget
The day you made me cry
Tears that have now gone dry.
Most beautiful poem I have read in the comments yet❤👏👍
But seriously, I hope evrythings okay with you❤
Omg this is sooo strong. Wow!!!
As I'm reading this poem of yours
My eyes are already filled with tears
Her separation is what my soul fears
I love her so much,but she never cares.
Very raw but I am open to criticism. As long as it will help. please be kinda I've never done this before.
"So Long Love Song"
Your touch was soft like a light wave on the beach
your blonde hair was as golden as the sunset skyline.
My hand is empty like the desert after a sandstorm
dry, empty, and lonely.
Like a safe with no content my hand is bare.
The warmth of your touch brought chills down my body
a soft fire during winter bringing me comfort.
Now cold to the touch bringing feelings of pain and sorrow.
The haunting image of my tears on your shoulder brings salty streams down my cheek.
Our last hug, our last kiss, our last goodbye, frozen in time.
The lasting memories leaving a feeling of longing inside.
Nice work, Carlo.
you said you love me
with your red, full lips
you said you were here to stay
you were never going to quit
you held me as the sun arose
and the moon said goodbye
you kissed me in the morning light
and it made me feel like i could fly
now i’m here all alone
as the minutes tick away
you told me that you love me
but it doesnt feel that way
*ahhhh that was the first poem i wrote! i wrote it in 6th grade, obviously i’ve never been in love lol*
This is so inspirational! Here is my poem, after his prompts
I am her Earth
and she is my water
no matter where she goes
even if I can't see her anymore
Even if she vanishes out of thin air
No matter where she goes
She always comes back to me
because she is my water
and I, her Earth
it's decent I guess
I really like this one
Not even decent. At least make it rhyme
@@Kerm88 poems don't have to rhyme
Sucks. Git gud
This is my first poem, I’m 14 and only wrote it the other day- I’m becoming interested in poetry:
Every night I lay in bed,
A storm begins to grow inside my head,
Crashing against the walls of my brain,
My thoughts are the thunder and life is the rain.
The illusion of time decides to pass,
as lightning strikes my world: from the sky to the grass,
starting destructive yet beautiful fires of anger and sadness,
I realise that again I am alone with my mind and its madness.
Every single water droplet becomes heavier,
as I reflect over the terrible day that has come to an end,
I think about the people who have agrivated me and stirred up my hate,
the storm is becoming devastating- suffocating the animals that represent my hope
Is it really worth it?
Why do I bother?
Why do I get up and deal with the pain of life,
When I could stay here,
In a world of my own.
I’m 14 as well, and I just wanted to mention that this poem beautifully portrays a metaphor. Great work! I hope you’re still working on poetry.
now, kiss 😳
How many poems you've written now?
Good work!! Loved it
love it
Your teaching has set fire in me..... My passion for poetry has waxed up ... God bless you 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿
for the first time
in a long time
i felt happy.
laughter echoed against empty fields
only the four of us there to hear it.
pure utter happiness revealed itself to me
as i saw my friends dance,
and look up at the stars,
and roll down hills.
we all fell into a pile
and watched the sunset,
exhausted and inspired at the same time.
- "the sky was dark but our minds were not"
Calls deadened by the distance.
Sequestered by the bustling busy bodies.
Waterfalls of audio burst into a steady stream of tranquillity.
Calm, yet turbulent.
your laugh like spring blissing with the autumn
captivating my soul as a time-worn whisper being told
Thank you Daniel for giving me the inspiration I needed. Because of you - I had a real go at constructing a personal poem based on my experiences/observations. I now believe I'm writing a poetry book that will be released in the near future. I hope to make the New York Times bestsellers list. 🙂😬🤞🏽🎉
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filled with best poem i have read.
First time i didnt curse myself after pausing video to read comments.
Also my first attempt of a poem:
Empty:
Without thought
exiled from passion
days spent distraught
living with a life-less fashion
It doesn't burn
I don't know what is real
Life doesnt always take the right turn
It lacks the right feel
The cold seeping through the window sill
Oh the burn in my fingers, do it I cry
Or just take a damn pill,
When people say their okay, its really just a bitter lie.
Great start, Neddyface.
Man that touched my soul with the last line
Leap onto me with all you’ve got
Don’t make me wait for tomorrow
Find me a cage to shed my anger
To lose my insanity
And make the wolves look for me
In this foreign society
Where everybody loses their mind
Go flee and run
Throughout the jungle of worry
Grasp my soul so tightly
Where your hands grip and slide
With a burn echoing through skin and bones
Hold in your envy and spite
Until the currents wave back
And crash by the ocean base
During the glistening night of stars
Cheers to the hollow moon
Witness of war and heroism
Once present every night
During the wrong and the right
His conclusion caught me off guard with how emotionally powerful it was. I realised I can recapture a little piece of my grandmothers treasured time with her family.
Thank you for sharing that. Great work.
His smile
Warming even the moon
Smiling to show his affection
Warming himself and us
Not even crying when we all were
He embodied control self control
Not blinking twice to smile
But when it was time for us to cry he couldn’t blink
This video teaches us-
Why poetry mends our mind;
The moments that you spend weaving rhythm
Are enough to bring back your lost life.
I truly loved this video♥️
Accurate
13:29
I was lying down on my bed while watching this video but the rhymes at the end cause me to get up. I'm really amazed by the rhythm and rhymes.
Lost my dad a few months ago. Been playing the guitar more and learning some songs he liked and used to play. He liked Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan, so while learning this song and the lyrics, I got to experience the poetry of Dylan's lyrics which has inspired me to write better. Here's the poem I created while watching this talk, recalling a memory of my dad playing guitar quietly in the morning so as not to wake me up.
Sonrise
Soft strumming in the summers morning.
Like a roosters scream but silenced and somber.
No sleeping eyes can stay so still.
Succumb to the sequence of the subdued sounds.
Song only to the sun, and his slumbering son.
May his soul rest in peace.
More power to you my brother
He is there for you always in your heart.
Good alliteration
As I stood afar from the scene
to hear my loved ones and your cries
before they closed the window screen
In futility, I screamed my last goodbye
yet to this time
I cannot decide what i miss the most
the softness of your touch as it stroked mine
or the musty scent of your cologne
y must u make me cry 😭💔 but that was actually a very good poem. I'm inspired 🥺
@@amall.1655 awww thank you very much!
When the darkness falls
And I’m just here
Alone
The thoughts keep me up
I miss the warmth of the sun
Your presence
I’m not sure if I like you
Or your existence
I REMEMBER LESS EACH DAY, FOR WHAT YOU TAKE ABOUT. I START CRYING
I have been feeling very low recently, your words and advice have saved me from the depths of despair. Thank you.
You are the reason
You are the reason I can't sleep
A restless dance with mind body and soul
A trophy-less goal
You are the reason I can't sleep.
You are the reason I breath
They way you move
A beauty you do not have to prove
You are the reason I can't sleep
You are the reason I still believe
A love so full god himself could not smother
A reason to live, or why bother?
You are the reason I will bleed.
Great, this is one I made that might fit the you're the reason:
You're the worst of traitors
Since you came by my side
You came up like a friend
But now you torture me at night
You're made me forget everything
Or skip anything I used to do
also I still cut me up
And you're the reason for that too
I now never accept invites
Because I lost the trust in people
They just always backstab me
So my heart became a hole
I've had enough I'm not a fighter
So for now I'll say goodbye
I've lost my love and interests
Now I only want to die
Beautiful and cleverly written, great job!
🙌🏽
"just write, and let your imaginations move freely"
this is my first poem, i really tried
Your presence was candy to a child
Indulging in love was nothing but sweet
How my heart was drawn in
Yet beat faster in your absence
Obsession became a friend
And distrust became a habit
My eyes could never meet yours
My words could never reach you
The mirror spoke to me with the image of you staring
Thinking of every picture led closer to the glass shattering
Inevitability took refuge in my thoughts
And went away along with you
Immaculate mate
Really awesome
Thank you for making this video!
It has been a dream of mine to write a real poem.
You helped me so!
My condolences for your lost!
how many times do you have to rehearse
all of your crimes and crying verse?
stop checking if the coast is clear-
because the only thing you should fear is fear
straight fire dude respect
Respect 🔥
VV
that last line!! aah
Tomorrow is my poetry competition, we got the update just today. Also, poetry is never been taught to us, I was so damn nervous, I was just sliding through some videos, while I saw this. I can say that I clicked this vid expecting something, and it led me to something. It was like a personal therapy session. Hats off man , hats off
My little sister always cries
When she finds out our daddy's little lies
He says "I'm sorry" and "it's ok"
But again and again he fades away
The disappointment in her eyes
The lack of readiness towered by surprise
I wish to wipe away these feelings from her mind
She doesn't know he all but loves
That our mothers stories aren't made up
And when she does it will ubrupt
This maturity and this nothing less gain
And she'll wonder why she wailed with pain
Over a man she simply entertained
Over a man who was never there
Over a man that always vanished
Through
Thin
Air
Poetry has kept me sober. It continues to be the healthiest form to deal with overwhelming emotions. This applies to both reading and writing poetry.
You used to play piano for me and I always said I will see you on billboard’s one day
But to this day The stillness still gives me chills
I remember our shadows dancing underneath the traffic lights
Over the freeway overlooking the mountains
You said you were gonna show me the 🌎
now you haunt my sleep
this world hasn’t deserved beautiful incredible you...
a splendid talk. as with literature, poetry suffers because of the air of superiority associated with it, the idea that only a handful of people (all dead, of course) can make good poems, the 'exclusivity' of it -- but all poems are made simply of letters, and of feelings, and of expression. a hat tip to Daniel for breaking down the oft-opaque walls of poetry
Not one second shall pass through the day
According to the natural way,
Tired and lonely an aged willow weeps
Under the gray sky the soul is weak,
Running from shadows the animal stumbles
A soft hum of a creek so shallow,
Loud with silence and rich with sorrow
In the woods a sad wail of a sparrow
Sharp the crimson colors of fall remain,
May they ever see their struggle’s fade?
This is my first poem I wrote for my creative writing class in high school... I don’t think I’m very good at it 😅
One of my favourites here :))) I hope you still write poetry!
Immaculate bro, I wish I could write like this!
"I can do this"
Tell myself all the time I can do this
Fell off a cliff into the waters abyss
Told myself swim or give life a kiss
Told myself I can do this with bliss
I tell myself I shall never be remiss
The poetry is a great weapon .... Sir, You are really someone who helps the little poets living around world
As soon as he mentioned his best friend died i'm feeling an immense sense of loss and pain and thinking about the people i lost
My first proper poem I've written, age 16.
(intended to be read/sang like a lullaby)
She’s been heading for the sky
He’ll blatantly just keep her down
Upon the clouds she will fly
He’ll chase her dream but fall and drown
She easily saw past his eyes
He failed to see, became a clown
But when the time came for goodbyes
Expressed emotion without sound
Such catharsis he would find
Contained entirely on the ground
Forced apart by waking eyes
He wished they never opened now
Her words were betrayed by her eyes
And the scratches he had found
Although he’s glad to see her fly
My fantasy you stayed around.
Reading that sounded really smooth, great poem! I like how you create the bittersweet lullaby effect with your poem, keep going!
I wasn’t supposed to be here
It all feels so surreal
Beating hearts that's all I hear
I wonder if I'll ever get out of here
A door once opened but now closed
Just like our hearts they stay unknown
Consume my illness but not my soul
Don't be afraid just come close
Darling I know anxiety it takes control
But I promise you I won't let go
Hold on tight and stay up close
Promise me you'll never leave me alone
-
Tala / this is beautiful
Wow such eloquent words Tala
This touched me :(((
i want to write a poem but I have never been in love, I have never suffered a terrible life. I have food on my table and a roof over my head. what can I write about?
Write about normal daily experiences. There'll always be people who can relate to it.
I agree with Vikraman 10. You can write more meditative, philosophical works on your everyday experience.
Thats even worse. Write about that.
You can write about gratitude then :)
Rounak Bhamra ahaha😂 but update: i have had my first crush. im going to write about that
this is a really old video but i've been getting into writing poetry recently! i decided to follow his lil lesson hehe, and here's what i came up with:
title: You Left Me in the Winter
Picturing your face is becoming difficult,
the memory of you is sun softened snow.
-t.n
Beautifully done 👏❤👍
@@cameliad368 ah thank you!
i love that poem
@@tobyhiscuttyear1022 aw thank you ^^
@@tiax2211 that is okay also i have see your chanle i have sub
It tears you apart from the inside out
you feel it in your heart ripping
His voice was deep like the ocean
His touch was as soft and gentle as a mother’s touch
She said do you love me,
I told her only partly,
I only love my bed and my mama,
I'm sorry🙏.
2010's Poet of the decade right there 🔥
Drake’s god’s plan 😑
its "mahbed" as in his sons middle name
What?
That's good poetry right there 👏🏾
I remember the last day I saw you
You were old and fragile
You came to my game
You were proud of me
The next week you passed
I was torn apart
I did not cry
It was a week later
You passed my mind
My eyes drenched like the ocean
My mind only saw your face
this video inspired me to write a poem on ISIS:
when you are alone
and silence is in the room
from far into your heart
terror whispers your doom
+Sasapesso S thus, everybody can be ISIS for their obsession
Great work, Sasapesso.
Sasapesso S if you took away the part sayig its about ISIS thats actually p good tbh
Havasa yep lol 😂
" The crimson quanta emanating from my heart , was travelling to the magical puff of your being i found today ,when you shone through the veil engrossed in the frenzy of ideas in vintage Geneva"
Memoona Aaqil
Just a sad poem i wrote earlier:
And I'll bet you've had bad dreams,
Or maybe youve been fine.
But while you sleep my heart and break has been working over-time.
I just don't. Know. What. To. Do.
I can only tell you- but what?
When you're just so covered in this blanket of mistrust.
I love you.
I love you.
And i hope I've not lost.
Give this guy a public series to teach poetry & writing. Because writing, just like poetry, saves lives. Thank u for sharing.
Here's mine :
Him sitting on his chair
In silence, with no despair
Taking baked bananas to eat
Together with a cup tea
Chewing his food tenderly and slowly
With no stress in his mind
aww this paints such a sweet image
I can literally imagine somebody's dad. How cute.
Bottom of the sea to the mountains height
Starting From my place, to the infinite light
In every face, in every state
I see you here; i see you there
I see you everywhere, i see you everywhere
Whether its warmth of the day
Or coldness of the night's gray
Whether it's shadow or a glowing light
You are in my heart ; you are in my sight
I feel you everywhere ,I feel you everywhere
Away from the crowd, away from the voice
Maintaining the distance, cancelling every noise
Cuz the Only need is to listen your voice
Break the way, come to near
I need to hear you ohh dear.
Trauma:
My tangerine sneakers,
never having touched the soiled concrete,
as fresh as perfectly ripened fruit,
are bruised and spoiled
by sour memories that grow tainted
with confrontation;
when my sweet joy was
peeled away, leaving behind
a soft mass of fearful, rotting pulp.
ooh I really like this, the continual use of fruit related imagery. The poem really shows how a traumatic event can taint something that used to feel untouched and new.
Gorgeous, vivid, underrated.. reminds me of halseys poetry, who also uses fruit imagery.
Love this, an idea tied from beginning to end
I started writing poetry a few years ago, but fell out of it for a time. I'm trying to write some more now, whenever I get an idea. Here's a new one that I'm proud of:
Roses are red
Sprouting another head in spring's flower bed
Looking up at the sky
A clear blue
Watch birds fly away like they fear you
Spot a grazing herd and stop to watch the deer chew
All in memories made as this time's career flew
It's been a whole year too
That I now peer through with the lens of a rear-view
Twenty-twenty, pure hue
See them all but hear few
Wish I could still hear you
In a memory that appears new
But all I have is this season's grass
Coated in my tear's dew
*The Nokia Poem*
You don’t need an
iPhone XS,
For calling and
Some random text,
Not so costly
With little specs,
Nokia
Is just few bucks.
thanks ill think about buying nokia
it is also indestructible
at the end it said "show less" because of the youtube formatting, and for some reason for a second I thought it was part of the poem because it rhymed slightly lol. But nice poem, it's very true
I’m 14 and have always liked to write, and since ppl are putting poems they wrote I thought I’d drop this here :D
I wish people could see me how I see me.
Outside I’m loud, quiet sometimes, unremarkable.
But I find, if pulled back,
I am much greater than my persona.
I am forced behind a great wall, hidden from view.
Those who poke or prod climb it.
Peel back the bricks of seeming content and coolness.
And you’ll see the pain, my kingdom, my Atlantis of beauty.
My tears carving ponds and oceans with each drop.
My laughter causing flowers to fill meadows.
A palace built by one’s concern and pure emotion, it shall never fall.
For this place is raw, purposeful and sweet.
Every color a brushstroke, every bud a new interest.
Those outside don’t realize how much they mock.
For this land is beautiful, ever changing and moving.
Its impurities sculpted into statues molded gracefully.
Pillars, an acropolis of thought.
Simplicity cherished, love nourished.
If people visited this home of mine, they’d see just how precious it is.
Ever changing and moving.
im a beginner..i havnt written anything before so this is what i came up with....there is no specific topic for this but temme what you guys think...
"Sacrifices she made
Mistakes she forgave
Your love was all she wanted
But you were just too bonded
She left her passions she left her dreams
Just to see how your eyes gleam
She stayed by your side, alone you never cried
Her love was too much her love was too wide
She was a fool, she trusted you
A big mistake that was she never knew
She bore the pain she took the blame
But you were just never the same".
Great start, Najeeba. Keep at it.
Very good start!
All first attempts are said to be autobiographical...and confessional. Of more importance than telling us is: have you told her?
Keep goiy Najeeba
This is amazing! made me tear up, thank you so much for sharing
Why is the October sky,
this sidewalk,
this chair,
this home,
especially meaningful?
Experiences once shared.
Missing you
your grinning smile
When i look at you
Is like a marigold
that requires warmth
No matter how much warmth it seeks
It will always grow in midwinter's bleak!
I love all the poetry in these comments and I wish these were on every comment section instead of all the bullying, trolling and fighting.
I'm a begginer so anyways this is what I came up with...
Your old age Priceless Smile, bright as a sun that'll always make my day bright, always giving me that warm season Feeling
+Chid Taputai Thank you for sharing your words, Chid.
I listened to this talk and then wrote this poem about my middle school guitar teacher who passed away suddenly when I was 12. I’ve kept playing and I’m 20 now:
unrequited buzz of the e string
lays rampant from my tender youth
technique swift as autumns breeze
to be entranced in the force of your melody
fleeting notes,
passive chord switches between us
feels like a deep breath
sighing....
your music becomes mine
Love this. Mighty helpful.
Interesting that the last point made, was about a frozen lake. It's exactly how the block in my heart, chest, and belly feels.
During inner journeying, I've seen the lake; it's in my forest kingdom.
Will write some poems and songs in the hope that the lake inside will restart to flow like the Great Flow of life's river - one day soon.
And in silence I searched my head, looking for a word, that best describes what I feel as I stare into her smiling, innocently she laughed at my silly jokes and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her face.
The desire to save her number from the company file she just filled. But yet again I delayed, waited till the dark emerges again, and by morning I have found a thousand reasons to deny myself this love
It's good to see so many new poets in the comments!
I agree!
Where are those genuine big smiles
That stretched from cheeks to eyes
And like sunrays filled the world with light
?
To walk on water you may choose. Whether the currents carry its not up to you. But when you choose to walk on water, you either swim or drown when the currents pull you under
One of the most beautiful poems I have yet read
I had writers block for days and couldn't get anything out. Thank you Daniel, I took notes and can already feel my creative juices flowing
Wow that was absolutely brilliant! I could listen to Daniel talk forever; what a fantastic teacher and catalyst 😊😊
I often replay scenes from the film I have already seen dozens of times
Taking bits and pieces of each picture
And lying on the ground
reminiscing the scenes worth recalling for my own enjoyment
It’s comforting
Makes me feel a sense of blissfulness, yet
Lonesome
I often get lost in a maze full of those bits and pieces that are now prickly thorns and tangled vines
I’m scared
Why don’t I remember how to escape this maze?
I’ve seen this film before
Take me back
I wish I never seen this film that now brings me agonizing torture, yet
It’s comforting
This speaks to me. I'm a movie geek and just this morning whilst having a morning smoke and coffee I was just saying lines from An American Werewolf in London to myself lol
"and what do you think they'd say? They'd think us mad!"
"Perhaps they'll be safe in the rain"
"You hear that?" "I heard nothin" "nor I"
I love The Slaughtered Lamb scene if you've watched it?
And I wish I could watch my favorite films with fresh eyes again
No one thinks about me
As I am alone
No one trust me
As I was not wrong
No one thinks that
I was not mistaken
No one thinks that
As what I have taken
No one thinks that
What type of problems I have face
No one thinks that
What I was felling during this case ...
No one trust me
When I screamed through my heart
No one with me
When I was crying through my heart
As yesterday I was alone
As today I am alone
Seriously now I didn't want anyone ......
I want be alone
Amazed to see how everyone
finds a way to comment section,
To discover their true reflection.
Soul searching for a connection.
Born in new body after resurrection.
Words tie us close
They tear us apart.
Thats why we write prose
And fill words into our cart.
Cause they find way to our heart.
If you like this poem
Leave a comment
It wont cost a cent.
Now i will vent.
Now this is the end.
😊❤
(This is my first time writing poetry. Idk how to at all so I hope this even counts--)
People surround me
Hearts full of love
Smiles full of harmony
I sit here, turning my head to them
The misery cannot spread
The void cannot grow
If I stay here forever I will be the only one to know
If I reach for the stars
If I open up to love
“Will it ever reach them?”
Is a thought to rest
When I fall below the stars
When I reach the ground when I was already so high
“Running away”
Is what they say
What do I run from?
What is there to run from?
Questions silenced
Sirens louder
I lay here alone
The floor so cold
The heart I hold
It all leaves me as I fall below the ground
Covered in a warm embrace of death itself
Then I realise before my eyes shut
“This was my home”
The end.
Your handwritten letter
Is like the morning chirps of birds in spring.
I recite every word
and let them burn me purposely as a form of punishment.
The pictures that covered every surface of your home
help me recall that familiar warmth that used to hug me.
Everything you were, now reduced to the size of something,
I store away in boxes.
I know we both felt the same thing
Even though we didn't say it out loud
My naive heart kept falling for you
All my wit was in vain
But little did I know, it was our fate so all I could do was to wait ❤
Your thoughts welcomed me once again
Then I looked for you in all faces again
Your presence lacks and my heart cracks
But the love remains intact
I never knew emotions were too fragile
Until one day I saw a teary pile
I climbed up the hill again just to see you in a chaotic maze
I felt dizzy too as there was a haze
But I am not complaining just observing my growth
As invisioning a future without you is becoming a reality
I know, I just know it hurts and the heart breaks
But to heal this is what it takes