Poetry For All discussion

literally all my poems fall under this genre..heh

Yall get ready for some sad stuff

the only place i feel safe
mine, all of it
mine
every damp crevice
each fallen paint chip
crumbled ceiling tiles

pressed against the rough wall
lost in murky darkness
my vision swims with night
memories
mindlessness
its mine
its all mine

a smile threatens to breach my barriers
if it even resembles a smile, i dont know
i may be trapped
i enjoy the mindless insanity of the darkness
i find my way back

I face the light once more
its all wrong
take me back to the night
back to where im safe
but i dont get that chance

the light ignites me

All In My Head~ Cc,

CC that was art that belongs in books so people can read your amazing masterpiece of words

omg thankssss

slashed and beat
hurt and locked away

ripped apart
flesh, blood
longing for light
nothing in sight

walls close in
tear streaked face
tear soaked gown
quivering lips
eyes tightly shut
knees hugged to my chest
back and forth
there is darkness

all gone
light has vanished
im losing
im shaking
weak breaths
choked sobs
fountains of tears
salty taste
im unheard

-all alone in the dark

(this was a stretchhh it was mid)

Stop! Stop Hurting Me!
Can't I just breathe without worry of running out of breathe
Can't I laugh without faking it
Can't I smile without putting an act
Can't I love without being hurt
Why! Why Can you never let me live
Why can i never be who I am
Must I be your servant
Must I be your whore
Please just let me be free

The Haunted House

The night was dark and dreary, The wind was howling strong, The trees were swaying eerily, As I walked along.

I saw a house in the distance, It looked so old and grey, I wondered what secrets it held, What horrors lay within its walls.

I walked up to the door, And pushed it open wide, The creaking sound it made, Sent shivers down my spine.

The hallway was dark and cold, The air was thick with fear, I felt a presence near me, And knew that death was near.

I heard a whisper in my ear, A voice so cold and clear, It said “You should not be here, You should not have come here.”

I turned to run away, But the door was locked tight, I was trapped in this haunted house, With no escape in sight.

The ghosts of the past, Were all around me now, Their moans and groans, Filled the air somehow.

I knew that I was doomed, That I would never leave, This haunted house of horrors, This place of endless grief.

So if you ever see that house, Just turn and walk away, For if you enter there, You’ll never see the light of day.

The Curse

I’m stuck in my brain
I’m caught in my head
I’m lost in my pain
I dwell with the dead

I call but no one listens
I’ve listened but now
I stare at crimson that glistens
I’ve tried to escape but I won’t allow

Myself to run, myself to get away
I’ve searched for peace and silence
I’ve fought for it every day
And now I’m eyeless

There’s nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
I’ll never be done
And this I’ve cried

Tears of red
Mask of blood
I just want a friend
I just want to be loved

I’m not insane
I was just left alone
Alone in my pain
Please turn me to stone

But I can’t tell you this
So I’ll hide half my face
Pretend its a dark abyss
Pretend it's not a disgrace

If you see it, pretend you don't
It's better if you won’t
Or the hurricane gets worse
This is me

I am the curse

omg thats so good teach mee

dead in the day
best friends at bay
shot on the head
his best friend's now dead
(coping rn<3)

No?

It was the crisp dark of the fall
Nothing seemed to be at it's best.
A single leaf fell
like a tear fading through as they say their final words.

"Hope"
"Example"
"See"

Yet none of those words meant anything to her.
She wasn't gone.
She was just there.
and then gone.

I cowered as he walked near.

He lifted my chin,

Forced me to gaze into his eyes.

It hurt,

His grip,

His stare,

It burned through me.

I was ripping apart

Falling open at the seams.

His mouth moved as he spoke

But I heard no words,

Only my heart deep within me.

It was moving too fast

As if in a race

Running far,

Far

Ahead.

He finally let go.

And I could breathe once again.

Hi friends first post I'm a horror poet, so will be updating here frequently stay tuned loves. This one is called Monument.

Runic glyphs depicting death are
Emblazoned on my bones.
I seek the clouds that match the sylphs
I see when I’m carved and hollowed out.
Now the canaries are nesting in my stomach.
Now there are stalks of every fruit
Bursting through my scalp.
Cast me in bronze, I’m a monument of a man.
I’m cursed to be a story that children seek
And wish they could be when they’re big and strong.
I dream to bathe in the daylight of their eyes,
Feel the shimmer on my skin a final time.

Title: Rain
By: Vio
Rain is so beautiful it reminds me of tears,
Each drop falling gently from the sky,
A symphony of sadness and renewal,
Dancing on the pavement in a delicate rhythm.

The clouds weep their sorrow,
Cleansing the earth with their tears,
Washing away the dust and grime,
Leaving behind a fresh, glistening world.

I stand in the midst of the storm,
Feeling the droplets caress my skin,
A reminder of the tears I've shed,
And the healing power of release.

The rain is a mirror of my emotions,
A reflection of my inner turmoil,
But also a promise of growth and rebirth,
A reminder that beauty can be found in pain.

As I watch the rain fall,
I am reminded that tears are not just a sign of weakness,
But a testament to our humanity,
And a source of strength and renewal.

(Okay, so I wrote this sad poem when I was eleven. I'm not sure if it falls under the genre of "depressing" but I am also not sure if it doesn't. So, I'll let you decide! It is a work of fiction. No reality.)

A Thousand Nights

The trees were swirling around
The leaves fell around us
We tumbled down the woods
As we were searching for these walls.

I held your hand tight
Afraid you might fall
The darkness climbed up high
As I was searching for your eyes.

We held on tight
As we raced down the streets
The rain came down as the clouds cried
And I could not have imagined why.

It's been a thousand nights
A thousand days
A thousand years have passed
And still I am searching for your voice.
I'm looking around, hope I would see your face

But sister you are gone, what can I do?
So I tumble down these streets
As they echo from our laughter, our cries.
As I walk past these streets
I can smell your scent.

A thousand nights I've searched for you.
A thousand nights I've spent on you.
A thousand years I've been watching you
As the sky bleeds into your face
As I can see your features in the clouds.
As I can see the black of your eyes
As I can see the colors of your face.

Sis, I've spent years finding you but you are gone.
Lost in your world, in the graveyards you walk.
I want to see your face
Want to see it once
Want to hear your voice
Before I could leave.
And so, I run down these halls.

A thousand nights I've spent on you
'cause I know you are gone, but still I wish I could see your face
It's been a thousand nights
A thousand days
A thousand years have passed
And still I'm searching for your voice
I'm looking around, hope I would see your face.

~ Samia Tasneem

Title: break

Don't break

Don't be weak

Stop being the Bitch everybody thinks you are

Stop it

STOP IT

Don't break

Don't show vulnerbilty

Don't let them win

Stop, Stop being dumb

Don't break

Don't shed a tear

Be strong

Be kind

Be the girl people need

Make no mistake

Just don't be you

PotFv#10

Your slang is authentic and local.
Your figure is carved casually and supple.
Your face is mysteriously exotic
Like an unimagined portrait
Forcing itself alive.
I evaporate into your face.
The passive capering of your hair
Freezes time and eats gravity.
Your floating cadence lied to me.
The miracles I drew, the idea of you,
This motion evergreen,
Cinema scene
Scripted to lie to me.
Nothing hid behind
The magic in your eyes.

<3
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You are stabbing me in the heart
And asking why im bleeding
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I am a child
You are an adult
You have no right
To talk about me behind my back
And laugh at the burdens i carry
Because you don’t realize that they’re
Not smiles
Not laughs
Not shrugs
They’re seams
They’re cracks
They’re scars
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What hurts the most is that i cannot hate you
You were good
For a time
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I am busy, you say. I have high priorities.
I understand, I say. but when did i stop being one of them
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I have never been raped
Not physically
But I have been violated, attacked, disturbed, reach inside of and rearranged
Emotionally

Depression, Anxiety, Trauma

Depression.
It floods your senses
Make you feel like you need to hide it behind the so-called “Picket Fences”
Makes you have dirty cups littering the floor.
Littering the nightstand, the couch, the table and the shoe pockets in the door.

It wants to make you feel isolated.
All your problems, burdens and secrets feel weighted.

Tears flood into your eyes every night.
Afraid that you’ll never find the light.
That you’ll fall into a hole and never rise again.
That you will forever stay at zero percent.

Not talking to people because you think no one feels the same.
But most of them don’t even know your name.

But don’t worry. You’ll come out of the darkness.
You’ll matter to someone, regardless.

Depression, Anxiety, Trauma.

Anxiety.
It eats you up inside, thinking you did everything wrong.
Making you think you can’t be strong.
People constantly saying, “You did great, but you could be better.”
Creating the illusion that the rainy days are getting wetter.

“But what if she thinks I’m annoying?”
“Does he think I’m avoiding?”
“What if they thought my favorite shirt was weird?”
“Maybe I should just disappear.”

These thoughts are overwhelming my mind 24/7.
Making me think I’ll never get to heaven.

But I need to stop and think for a sec.
And make sure everything is in check.

Make sure I don’t burst into overwhelming thoughts
And just breathe for a second and stop thinking of stupid whatnots.
So, breathe for a second, and know they don’t care.
Because they have their own anxiety that makes them aware.

Depression, Anxiety, Trauma.

Trauma
“I don’t know what to do with you.” He said to my face.
I hold back my tears
Why say that phrase?
I try my best each and every day.
Is that not enough to say I did great?

This happened a lot
Back when I was a kid
But now not as much
For I don’t feel the things I did.

I read the books I read
To get away from the pain
But that won’t happen while my days are full of rain.

So now you know why I feel so strong
Or not at all.
Because of this trauma I’ve had to withdraw.



(This is my own work, so please enjoy!)

Hope

I look up at the sky and try to smile
but all that frowns down is a lone, empty sky.
I try to breathe but fail again
'cause I had been trying to numb this pain.
But alas! I guess I numbed it too far
I cannot feel the wind on my face,
the sun, the breeze, the prick of the leaves,
nothing because I come back again
to the night when it all happened.
I wish I could press rewind
But that's not the case
so I'll let it come out.
The look in your eyes were dead and hungry,
they were two blue orbs, shining but empty.
I ran around to escape from you
little had I known you had the doors glued.
I thought not once but thrice already.
To give in but the fire within me
Urged me to walk and push you back down
only had I hoped too see you black out.

Chairs slid and the table, it rattled.
Knives- scream out to pain and anguish.
Blood flowed down on the mattress and carpet.
All you had wanted was a bit more blood
to satisfy that evil, devilish thirst.
But hope had changed this heart back then,
hope had changed my mind again.
So I got up, my fist held high.
I was no hero or fighter to save me
just a little schoolgirl, once too shy.
But you woke up the devil within me.
The corpse of my beloved fueled this anger I had then.
I know that night four left this world.
Three of whom I loved and one I despised.
I had not known you, not a sliver
but everything about you makes me quiver.

I came out, a devil, a hater.
I spent the night on the hard wooden floor.
But there's nothing about it that made me ashamed.
All I felt was pure pride and pain.
But these scars on my body
and this pain in my soul
is something I cannot get ahold.
So I've been trying to numb this pain.
But alas! I numbed it far, too vain.
But hope had changed this heart back then
hope had changed my mind again.

Regret

Like quicksand, I am held fast,
By the memories of the past,
Rabid dogs with gleaming teeth,
Banished to the shadows beneath,
The darkest corners of my mind,
I bid the beasts to please stay blind.
I can no longer bear to see my despairs,
In the pearlescent sheen of their blank stares,
Nor my regrets, do I wish to relive,
When it is me that I have to forgive,
So that these images I’ll no longer keep,
When I close my eyes to go to sleep

Regret, What Lies Beyond & Other Poetry by Natalie Miller