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Whenever I am feeling a little blue, I'll write something to make me feel better. Tonight, inspired by reading some other members poetry over the last week, I decided to write my own. They're nothing special, but they express my deepest feelings.
#1 This poem is written in a very unique style, I don't know why I did this. 3 verses, each with 5 lines. The first, third and fifth lines have 9 syllables, the third has 7, and the fourth has 3.
#2 For a more unique approach, I combined two already existing poetic styles.
#3 is a poem that narrates my feelings when I was being bullied as a child. How I knew it was there, but I ignored it, and how I let them hurt me, and how I let them get to me. But on top of all that, I refused help, because I didn't think that they could help, and in hindsight I should have accepted it.
#4 I wrote this poem quite a while ago, I'm not quite sure what the hidden message is though. But it's quite creepy.
Despite being an amateur, I hope you enjoy them!
#1 This poem is written in a very unique style, I don't know why I did this. 3 verses, each with 5 lines. The first, third and fifth lines have 9 syllables, the third has 7, and the fourth has 3.
Spoiler:
Monopoly
We wake every morning, nakedly
Exposed to our unnatural Earth
Time rushes beneath our feet.
So we trip
Over distant, faded memories.
Memories fade in and out again,
Never completely forgotten,
But neglected and battered,
We can cry
For tears express more than emotions.
Emotions are the reasons hearts break,
But needle and thread do no favours.
Voodoo can try, but will fail -
Play as God
And your life is no more than being.
We wake every morning, nakedly
Exposed to our unnatural Earth
Time rushes beneath our feet.
So we trip
Over distant, faded memories.
Memories fade in and out again,
Never completely forgotten,
But neglected and battered,
We can cry
For tears express more than emotions.
Emotions are the reasons hearts break,
But needle and thread do no favours.
Voodoo can try, but will fail -
Play as God
And your life is no more than being.
#2 For a more unique approach, I combined two already existing poetic styles.
Spoiler:
Claustrophobia (an acrostic sonnet)
Come too close to me and spare your moments.
Let me go, set me free! I want to be
Away from this mess. Why am I so tense
Under your rule? Please get away from me!
Start retreating, double back and run
Towards my own safe haven. I yell and
Roar in frustration. I must see the sun,
Only its light can save me from this bland
Place. There are four walls, yet not a corner to
Hide. I cannot be free, I need to get
Over my fear. I need more than willpower too.
Blisters and burns on my skin. Such a threat
I have to escape from. If these fences
Are destroyed, I can regain my senses.
Come too close to me and spare your moments.
Let me go, set me free! I want to be
Away from this mess. Why am I so tense
Under your rule? Please get away from me!
Start retreating, double back and run
Towards my own safe haven. I yell and
Roar in frustration. I must see the sun,
Only its light can save me from this bland
Place. There are four walls, yet not a corner to
Hide. I cannot be free, I need to get
Over my fear. I need more than willpower too.
Blisters and burns on my skin. Such a threat
I have to escape from. If these fences
Are destroyed, I can regain my senses.
#3 is a poem that narrates my feelings when I was being bullied as a child. How I knew it was there, but I ignored it, and how I let them hurt me, and how I let them get to me. But on top of all that, I refused help, because I didn't think that they could help, and in hindsight I should have accepted it.
Spoiler:
Untitled
It violently creeps up,
As soft as steel.
The silence strikes me.
Too loud to feel.
The red fists and feet,
Match my bruises.
I want my blood to flow,
Yet it oozes.
Cracks in my skin,
Forming a hole,
That branches and expands,
To reveal my soul.
As unbreakable as glass,
Exposed because,
I acted alone, but
That's not what I was.
It violently creeps up,
As soft as steel.
The silence strikes me.
Too loud to feel.
The red fists and feet,
Match my bruises.
I want my blood to flow,
Yet it oozes.
Cracks in my skin,
Forming a hole,
That branches and expands,
To reveal my soul.
As unbreakable as glass,
Exposed because,
I acted alone, but
That's not what I was.
#4 I wrote this poem quite a while ago, I'm not quite sure what the hidden message is though. But it's quite creepy.
Spoiler:
Tap, tap, BANG, tap
It's dark and nearing midnight.
Sleep alludes me due to a dance.
It echoes off the walls,
And resounds in my head.
It began in the ceiling and,
Continued down the hallway.
A mysterious dance:
Tap, tap, BANG, tap.
The dance went on, with extras:
Heavy breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
It's creepy but melodic,
It won't leave my head.
It's coming towards me,
Stopping at my doorway.
A mysterious dance:
Tap, tap, BANG, tap.
A ghoul steps in, his eyes at mine.
Hairy but hairless: fine and blonde.
His cheeks rise,
And a smile arrives.
It was sinister at first,
but now it's contagious.
I can't control myself:
Tap, tap, BANG, tap.
It's dark and nearing midnight.
Sleep alludes me due to a dance.
It echoes off the walls,
And resounds in my head.
It began in the ceiling and,
Continued down the hallway.
A mysterious dance:
Tap, tap, BANG, tap.
The dance went on, with extras:
Heavy breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
It's creepy but melodic,
It won't leave my head.
It's coming towards me,
Stopping at my doorway.
A mysterious dance:
Tap, tap, BANG, tap.
A ghoul steps in, his eyes at mine.
Hairy but hairless: fine and blonde.
His cheeks rise,
And a smile arrives.
It was sinister at first,
but now it's contagious.
I can't control myself:
Tap, tap, BANG, tap.
Despite being an amateur, I hope you enjoy them!
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