Writers' Cafe discussion

You can post your poetry here <33

This one is about Red Riding Hood taking a walk through the woods:

Red, roving through the trees, carried by an autumn breeze,
the twin of nature to her fate, a mirror of serenity
for she who ambled was like the trees
scarlet-adorned and full of ease
breathing in with the season the essence of eternality
to her grandmother's house she was traveling
with the intent to stay but what she wouldn't give, Red
to see the woods forever this way

And this one is about someone seeking belonging in a big city:
Blurry neon lights, trickling rain
thumping against my window pane
cars honking an aggravated rhythm
amidst the winding traffic a late-night schism
laughing on the sidewalks, jackets raised up high
people strolling for a fun night out, the moon in wake—a silent spy
in the midst of it all I sit, lost in ways not yet found, my sense of belonging wayward, never homebound
something for everyone in a state of constant motion
it's with these thoughts in mind that I ponder the notion:
where will I find myself, in the city?

ooh the first one is so pretty ✨ and i love the second one as we'll 🩷

Mazzy wrote: "Crying hurts (working title)

I tried to shut my eyes
I thought the tears wouldn’t come out that way
They still poured out, despite the floodgates being shut
They spurted out like a wound one could..."

oh wow

that's really good and very real to me

oh my gosh so relatable and gorgeous 🥹

Mazzy wrote: "Crying hurts (working title)

I tried to shut my eyes
I thought the tears wouldn’t come out that way
They still poured out, despite the floodgates being shut
They spurted out like a wound one could..."

why is that so beautiful? i love it

aww guys ty <333

It’s so good!

Mazzy wrote: "Guilt

Guilt follows me around like a stray dog
I let it in, hand it some food, give it some water; all things need water to grow
But let guilt overgrow and it may cause you to wilt.

Guilt is some..."

oh wow. this is both beautiful and chilling

In a Bad Light
by Eavan Boland

This is St. Louis. Where the rivers meet.
The Illinois. The Mississippi. The Missouri.
The light is in its element of Autumn.
Clear. With yellow Gingko leaves falling.
There is always a nightmare. Even in such light.

The weather must be cold now in Dublin.
And when skies are clear, frosts come
down on the mountains and first
inklings of winter will be underfoot in
the crisp iron of a fern at dawn.

I stand in a room in the Museum.
In one glass case a plastic figure
represents a woman in a dress,
with crepe sleeves a satin apron.
And feet laced neatly in suede.

She stands in a replica of a cabin
on a steamboat bound for New Orleans.
The year is 1860. Nearly war.
A notice says no comforts were spared. The silk
is French. The seamstresses are Irish.

I see them in the oil-lit parlours.
I am in the gas-lit backrooms.
We make in the apron front and from
the papery appearance and crushable
look of crepe, a sign. We are bent over

in a bad light. We are sewing a last
sight of shore. We are sewing coffin ships.
And the salt of exile. And our own
death in it. For history’s abandonment
we are doing this. And this. And

this is a button hole. This is a stitch.
Fury enters them as frost follows
every arabesque and curl of a fern: this is
the nightmare. See how you perceive it.
We sleep the sleep of exhaustion.

We dream a woman on a steamboat
parading in sunshine in a dress we know
we made. She laughs off rumours of war.
She turns and traps light on the skirt.
It is, for that moments, beautiful.

★ Being me. 🪩

Want to write a book
And go to every city
want to colect every flower,
every Shell on the beach
Want to write every song about you and me they say “oh to be in my teens again”
Never mentioned the issues, painted out to be pretty,
What if I’m tired of being me?

Thank you guys. @Em & Belle I love yours!

This is a poem I wrote a while ago, it's called No One.

The world shakes
The ground crumbles beneath
The walls tumble down
But only I can feel and see it

The drops come down in torrents
The water filling up the room
Filling up my lungs
I drown and die

A cold and lonely death
No one around to grieve
But if there was
Why would they?

Esmerelda the 153rd wrote: "This is a poem I wrote a while ago, it's called No One.

The world shakes
The ground crumbles beneath
The walls tumble down
But only I can feel and see it

The drops come down in torrents
The water..."

This is so good!!

Mornings (mournings)

I mourn the mornings I’ve lost
The ones where I dotted the t’s where I should’ve crossed
The ones where I slept through them with no concept of the clock
The ones where instead of eating I walked around the block
The ones where I conserved on coffee because of its cost
I mourn all of the mornings I’ve lost

Because I took mornings for granted
Posed them when they should’ve been candid
Trampled on seeds when they could’ve been planted
I lost my mornings, left them purposely stranded and abandoned
When they could’ve lasted.
Lasted from dawn to noon,
Provided contrast to the moon
I’d do anything to be the sun rays kissing my face in the morning
I’d do anything to be the raindrops coming through the open window with any warning
I’d do anything to get back those mornings I’ve wasted.

To smell the coffee coming straight from the pot
To make healthy breakfast that’s piping hot
To stop to smell the roses, but also just learn to stop a lot
And appreciate the remaining time I’ve got
God
I mourn the mornings I’ve lost

Mazzy wrote: "Mornings (mournings)

I mourn the mornings I’ve lost
The ones where I dotted the t’s where I should’ve crossed
The ones where I slept through them with no concept of the clock
The ones where instea..."

Oh my goodness this is amazing!

i second that opinion 🫶🫶

yo why is everyone so talented here...

Fr my poetry would suck

here is my terrible poetry:

Hope Has Wings

hope was wings that much is true,
they may let you fly,
just for a while,
short-lived though it may be,
hope has wings,
those wings may just come crashing down on you

Sai wrote: "yo why is everyone so talented here..."

idk but so are you!

*･Acacia･* wrote: "Fr my poetry would suck"

fr mine is angry, free verse ranting

✩sky the bookworm✩ wrote: "here is my terrible poetry:

Hope Has Wings

hope was wings that much is true,
they may let you fly,
just for a while,
short-lived though it may be,
hope has wings,
those wings may just come crashi..."

bro this isn't even horrible. I like it!

Ella✨(booktrovert) wrote: "✩sky the bookworm✩ wrote: "here is my terrible poetry:

Hope Has Wings

hope was wings that much is true,
they may let you fly,
just for a while,
short-lived though it may be,
hope has wings,
those..."



personally I liked the premise of it but the execution was lacking I've written better stuff (just the better stuff was not poetry, it was for my novel)

✩sky the bookworm✩ wrote: "Ella✨(booktrovert) wrote: "✩sky the bookworm✩ wrote: "here is my terrible poetry:

Hope Has Wings

hope was wings that much is true,
they may let you fly,
just for a while,
short-lived though it ma..."

mine is worse...

Em wrote: "i second that opinion 🫶🫶"

I third it.

Ella✨(booktrovert) wrote: "Sai wrote: "yo why is everyone so talented here..."

idk but so are you!"

awww thank you🩷

(and btw so are you)

This is called Death Of A Candle

I hear as the wax slides down
I hear it hit the wooden table I’m standing on.

Drip
Drip
Drip

I have been ablaze for hours
I am but a few inches tall

My flame so close to the table
Two options come to mind

I could stay here
Burning away

Wait until I leave this world
Wait until I’m a puddle of wax

Gone
Or

I could tip myself over
Set fire to this table

Watch myself spread as I consume and destroy
Destroy this house this home this family

I cannot bare these thoughts of destruction
So

I guess I will die
Die alone

My last memory being of an empty house
I only wish there was someone

With me as I leave this life
But no one is ever

There to witness the death of a candle

So beautiful.

@Esmerelda THAT IS AMAZING WTH. I LOVE THE CONCEPT AND I LOVE YOUR PHRASING/WORD CHOICE!!! THE DEATH OF A CANDLE... OMG THAT'S CRAZY I LOVE IT <333 So talented

Also sorry guys I'm not as active in this 😭, School is weirdly freeing up for me now that finals are over so I'll be more active

finals 🤣😭 so real

Not my best work, but it just came to me:

Any port in a storm, they say you always conform
desperate, drowning
no aid in sight
darkness closes in like the night
but have they swam the waters
of sorrow and salt?
clung to the mast of deflection
glimpsed a trickle of light
the storm is washing away
time to look within
reflection
they can't always tell you how to go
reflection
it's up to you, deep down you know
a vision in the making
it sways the tides, time abides
reflection
a mirror of the soul
the fight is over, the sea is still
and now, raging, burning
is a person, of whole, undying will

ahhhhh, I love it!!!

Thank youu!

ϐׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅϐׁׅ֒ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᨵׁׅ℘hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ wrote: "Not my best work, but it just came to me:

Any port in a storm, they say you always conform
desperate, drowning
no aid in sight
darkness closes in like the night
but have they swam the waters
of ..."

oh wow this is great! (ngl this is kinda like how I felt last night)

Thanks.

oh wow, that's a lot!

Hi everyone! This is my first time sharing a poem In this group! I hope you like it!
Anxiety

My mind is always in complete agony
because of my incessant anxiety.
it makes me want to runaway
and just be free.

I just need a break
I’m so scared to make a mistake
people underestimate
this feeling
that is so chilling

It keeps me awake
overthinking
that everyone is fake
or what will happen if I stay
because it’s “easier” that way

So please try not
to try and put it to a stop
because for me
there’s no escaping
~P
Anxiety

My mind is always in complete agony
because of my incessant anxiety.
it makes me want to runaway
and just be free.

I just need a break
I’m so scared to make a mistake
people underestimate
this feeling
that is so chilling

It keeps me awake
overthinking
that everyone is fake
or what will happen if I stay
because it’s “easier” that way

So please try not
to try and put it to a stop
because for me
there’s no escaping
~P

Mazzy, I can never get over how good your poems are!

Sophie wrote: "Mazzy, I can never get over how good your poems are!"

omg tyy your so sweet. everyones poetry here is amazing tho

A snippet of my poetry:

You called me names,
Liar, Liar, Liar
But never once asked who I really was.
You didn’t care,
Only took,
Only left me hollow,
A shell of who I was before you ruined everything.

Shut your eyes to my pain,
Shut your ears to my screams,
Shut everything,
But it stays with me—
In the silence, in the dark.
Am I not human too?
Do I not deserve peace,
A space where I’m not just your victim,
Not just your broken toy?

So this poem is called "Till the end of time", it was based off one of the last scenes in the 2? scythe book.

The ground
Could shake
And buildings
Could crumble

The wind
Could blow
1, 000 miles
An hour

The sky
Could rain
Burning acid

The light
Could leave
Letting darkness
Seep through
The cracks

But it
Wouldn't matter
For we
Could hold
Each other
Till the
End of time

Paigeee wrote: "Hi everyone! This is my first time sharing a poem In this group! I hope you like it!
Anxiety

My mind is always in complete agony
because of my incessant anxiety.
it makes me want to runaway
and ..."

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT I FEEL THIS SO HARD

Aishu wrote: "A snippet of my poetry:

You called me names,
Liar, Liar, Liar
But never once asked who I really was.
You didn’t care,
Only took,
Only left me hollow,
A shell of who I was before you ruined everyth..."

oh wow, I love this!

it's so real

Esmerelda the 153rd wrote: "So this poem is called "Till the end of time", it was based off one of the last scenes in the 2? scythe book.

The ground
Could shake
And buildings
Could crumble

The wind
Could blow
1, 000 miles
A..."

I like the whole thing, but the second to last stanza is my favorite!!! I wonder... if you used that stanza as a prompt for a new poem... could be an interesting exercise!! Such good imagery

Autumn wrote: "You make poets stop to cry. you make the stars jealous of how you shine when you smile, you make the snow stare at your beauty, you make me feel whole and unbroken, you make me smile on the hard da..."

ooh, I love this one, it's so good!!

Autumn wrote: "You make poets stop to cry. you make the stars jealous of how you shine when you smile, you make the snow stare at your beauty, you make me feel whole and unbroken, you make me smile on the hard da..."

this is incredible!! I honestly relate to it a little...