#orignal poem

[paintedwingz]

cat shat,

in the sink,

it stinks.

[tetheredfeathers]

Midnight?

Your hands clenched mine like a vise,  

as I fed you, oh, so many lies.  

A shell-shocked lunatic, your only reprieve.

As they pried apart our tethered veins,  

my conscience recalled countless trains.  

Mingled breaths, over-looming threats,  

your skin, my sanctuary,  

mistook you for an accessory.

The day the parachutes rained,  

And her blonde curls burst into flames.  

You finally came, a spray of yellow petals,  

for her, you proclaimed.

Still, I must ask.  

Why must your windows be drawn at night?  

Is it to keep the harshest gales from consuming your might?  

Or is it to keep my ghastly skin out of sight?

Why must you add sugar to your tea,  

when you would drink it plain by the oak tree?

Why must your laces flap with your feet,  

as your double knots ensnare my throat,  

in utter conceit.

Why must your eyes beseech me with Sirocco winds,  

when they used to flow like Orinoco’s wings.

I had the sun, and still, I reached for the stars.

A foolish girl, with foolish spars.

When you didn’t come running back,  

I knew I’d fumbled with your life.  

I’d let you go at midnight,  

for that’s when the angels attacked.

So I must know,

To never see my pearl again.  

I watch as fragments of your heart return,  

you must know I was never a good bargain.

I yearn for the boy who pressed his hands against my thighs,

I let the silence of those nights suppress my desires.

I yearn, I yearn,  

For a mere reprieve.  

A way to turn back time,  

to find the boy who was once mine.

-H.K

So this poem was inspired by the line in MJ:

“You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

The poem is in Katniss’ pov. It mainly talks about her regrets of letting Peeta go in CF.

I was trying to explore Katniss’ emotion post war when she returned to district 12, i realized that Peeta was probably never the same again. I know he and Katniss grow back together as best they can however, she can never really get back same exact boy before the hijacking.

So she finds little changes he does in his routine like taking sugar in his tea or sleeping with the windows closed. This is obviously not to be taken literally, Peeta doesn’t necessarily do all these things. It’s just to explain the little changes Peeta goes through metaphorically. The poem might be a little exaggerated at some points but I couldn’t help it ig.

I haven’t picked a title yet so if anyone has any ideas pls feel free to tell me. Also feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

- between comfort and chaos, original poem

[maggotfagg0t]

The Shepherd & the Snake

A poem written by yours truly.

stumble upon a brink as I gain my balance. I look at the sight before me.

The land over my indulgent mind is painted with iridescent yellows

and baby blues above. Baby blues that darken into sorrowful lapis heavens.

The eye of heaven slowly comes down to rest its head, the moon has taken its place.

No longer do birds chirp, now met with the soothing sound of cicadas buzzing, and the chitter-chatter of crickets playing their fiddles within the bitter wheat fields.

Wheat rushling in the icy breeze, a raspy whisper hushing over the countryside. Drunken darkness waning down on the scenery. Making the land cease to be sun-drenched, and now drowning it in shadows.

Cattle settle their hooves in dusty shambles of beaten pasture.

Cowboys lower their heads as canine companions oversee, and protect the land.

Shepherds mourn the loss of their farmer brothers who were overtaken

by the temptation of their envy-stricken brains.

Rocks bludgeoned into the skulls of their kin, giving rise to an uncanny predicament of sanguinary stained hands by an unkempt narcissistic standpoint. The farmer is deprived of appreciation for yellow bruises formed on his arms that are reminiscent of the sunsets, and sunrises, That greeted his tireless days of work that caused such damages all in the name of pleasing the one.

The Farmer bares the yellow bruises of the unappreciated labor he had done, being deprived of the recognition. His yellow bruises amber just as the sunsets and sunrises he would be greeted by at the end of every tireless day of ruthless work. The lamb being admired, and not the fruits of his labor.

Greed provokes thoughts that cloud his judgment and lead him to hold the limp body of the shameless shepherd.

Standing before him now, The Father himself. whom he had pleaded for equal love from. He wore the skin of a man, though The Father was not deceived.

He knew that the man was as identical in nature to a snake curled up into a ball. Waiting to streak, so he may strangle his prey. Tighting the coils, sufferacoting the mutton with the grudge deeply embedded into his actions.

His sin paved actions resulting in a sour reality in which he was condemned to wander the earth until the end of time itself.

The land below every living creatures weight forever harvests the actions of the one who had fallen from grace first. Though these actions may have forever defiled the former times before us. We will still wake tomorrow and find ourselves upon this unforgiving land.

[sagessge]

Wish I could be free

Wish I could be me

Wish I didn't have to hide

"Oh you're so brave" they tell me

Only if I thought that of me

I've been scared for so long

I've been on a run for so long

I've tried for so long

But it never works,I'm stuck in the web I've woven myself

They'd hate me,I think

But the truth is,no one could ever do that more than I did

All I wish is to be free,is to be me

Why is it so hard?

Why is it so suffocating?

Why do I have to lose someone so dear to me for the sake of my own freedom?

This world suffocates me

Where there is hatred is their minds,dirt in their heads,lust in their eyes

I've never felt so alone

Never asked for too much

Just to be loved and left alone

But guess both can't go hand in hand

I'd take the death instead of living in this divided,communal,Blood sucking world

I'd rather die than to ever apologize

I'd rather die than to ever be tied

[thorin17]

This girl I loved

There was this girl I loved .

Loved her with everything I had

But she said I won't accepted you

It was said by her with something which was unsaid but I understood it.

Damn she can't can accept me as an whole

She just want parts of me or maybe she just don't associate with me to the slightest extent of love.

Maybe she is just more afraid of the world then I am ?

But I am strong I loved someone so ugly like her , I fought for her atleast in my thoughts

Anyways anyways anyways

Hahahahahha

I love her

[theatre-apollo-child]

my haiku for apollo

god of the sun hear,

shine your light upon us all

lead the way with truth

[lala-xx]

My thoughts flood me. Like how water floods a city after a big storm. Tears run down my face and I feel like the walls are caving in. I feel like I'm being controlled like I'm a puppet and someone is holding the strings. What has become of me? I wanna speak up and be brave. But for some reason I get stopped. It's like I'm being contained and my voice gets locked away and I can't find the key. Maybe it's better this way. If I drain myself and sink far deep into the dark ocean. Never seeing the shore. I'll be okay and I'll drown. Into a deep pain into the abyss. At least the dark will surround me and it will comfort me. For black is the color of my soul feeding me into a dark path of roaring fire. When will this all end? If I keep going up this path will I be in a continuous loop getting nowhere, where there be other paths for me to take, or maybe will there be a road end? What will become of me? I want to find my way. But as the tear drops fall one by one and surround me and my thoughts swirl around me and taunt me I realize I'm falling deeper down in the ocean, deep in the abyss, lost and stuck farther on a path, and I don't know if I'll find my way. But I know it's not over.

[daviddelves]

New Month. New Beginnings.

From starting new languages, and new relations,

To finding new habitations.

The world of life is short in time,

Something that can't be summed in a playful rhyme.

I've had no shortage of hardship,

But continue to live on with those I care most.

Heartstrings grip,

People lost, giving way for a new host.

- Life is a process, we grow in consequence -

[abuekabanam]

That night at the party 

My mind was busy looking for you 

I forgot to have fun 

And enjoyed the hug you gave me 

Even if it was for a second 

[aarons-awsome-art]

When it came time to come up with something for Earth Day, I wanted to make something different. Something more emotionally sincere compared to the More community town of the other comics. As such, I wrote this poem detailing how the Earth and life as a whole is a gift and how our actions and how our limited lifetimes will determine what becomes of it. The visuals were also given major touchups to help reflect this too.

Written and storyboarded by me

Comic and all featured content - ©AaronCotterell

[thecollectionbook]

She, the Universe.

When I look into the eye of the universe, I shall know beauty.

She, the universe, shows me the stars.

The infinite, vast ocean of stars.

She, the universe, shows me the grass.

The winding, wavy fields of grass.

She, the universe, shows me myself.

Me, myself.

When I look into the mind of the universe, I shall know wisdom.

She, the universe, shows me the galaxy.

The winding, twisting, knowledgeable galaxy.

She, the universe, shows me the geniuses.

The astrophysicists.

She, the universe, shows me my teachers.

Mrs. Merrill, Mrs. Ward, Mr. Finley.

She, the universe, shows me myself.

Me, myself.

When I look into the hands of the universe, I shall know warmth.

She, the universe, shows me the sun.

The warm, expanding sun.

She, the universe, shows me a meal.

A warm, homecooked meal.

She, the universe, shows me a cat.

A warm, fuzzy black cat.

She, the universe, shows me myself.

Me, myself.

When I look into the torso of the universe, I shall know happiness.

She, the universe, shows me The Pillars of Creation.

Infinitely tall, beautiful pillars.

She, the universe, shows me a sunny day.

A beautiful, warm sunny day.

She, the universe, shows me my Dad.

My tall, hilarious dad.

She, the universe, shows me myself.

Me, myself.

When I look into the mouth of the universe, I shall know song.

She, the universe, shows me the sounds.

The mellow, warbling sounds of the universe.

She, the universe, shows me an orchestra.

A passionate, moving orchestra.

She, the universe, shows me the birds.

The melodic, small songbirds.

She, the universe, shows me myself.

Me, myself.

When I look into the heart of the universe, I shall know love.

She, the universe, shows me herself.

The infinite, ever expanding universe.

She, the universe, shows me myself.

All of me.

All of myself.

She, the universe herself, knows I am love and I am her.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔ 　　

this is the first poem im actually proud of lol

(how do i do fancy line breaks)

11/12/2023

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

what lies inside me

- original poem

[maggotfagg0t]

ENTRY #80 marble hornets poem by yours truly enjoy

The jaybird and the mockingbird

Streaken with an incessant sickness that bares

no cure

no diagnosis

Only met with the desire to give up and succumb to

the weary lengthly inhuman that stands

before you

as it has no face

It bares no means

Its head as white as Carrara marble

Your eyes lie on the terms of what you are smelling

Its head shape morphs into a friend-turned-stranger

An unkempt queasiness lies at the bottom of your stomach

A distance stands between the two bodies

time and space are no more, now there is only now

With a bullet in his hand, and a plague in his mitts.

You find yourself at the tip

The tip of it all, the muzzle of the weapon faces you

You plead the means that make you human

Only asking for the favor of life

You are simply denied

Just as an exterminator holds no remorse for pests

He looks at you with the same unforgiving piercing eyes

As a mockingbird pushes the other chicks out of the nest

The shattered Jaybird is left splattered on the floor

this all so broken fowl.

[my-pointless-poetry]

No one talks about how hard it is to miss someone-

you already live with

To see them only as a staircase,

To hear them as a disembodied voice-

calling to you from on high

To be haunted by their creaking footsteps and phantom touch

If your sum total of time spent together is a sprinkling of moments-

here and there-

and when you are asleep

Do you really live with them?

Or do you just visit?

Check in on each other as if concerned neighbours

I could come to you

I could climb your steps and see you as you are

But what if I’m not wanted?

I arrive only to be pushed out minutes later-

you have things to do

My few morsels of energy spent on a fruitless endeavour

I have tried to talk

But how do you explain that you are in love with a living ghost

There are no words

So I leave clues

Scatter hints throughout their phone

Hold them tightly whenever you can

Linger on ‘I miss you’ for just slightly too long

Hoping they understand

But it cannot be helped

This is the way it has to be

If you life is to go as you plan

And who am I to stop you

I simply hope I can stay

Be calm and collected

Be convincing when you ask what’s wrong

Be unaffected by ghosts

Because I miss you-

more often than you can be allowed to know

[makiarose]

Neptune ♡

I apologize for making these so sad lmao, I recently cut off my situationship, not because I wanted to. I just had to, it was never going to go anywhere and he was just using me as some kind of option that he'll never choose or a placeholder in his life and I got fed up and decided to choose myself. this explains why, i just thought i'd use this as an outlet to cope and put my emotions somewhere. hope you enjoy. <3

I am an afterthought. I am in the back of your mind or not in it at all, im not the person you think of when something makes you happy, or the person you run to when something makes you sad. im not on a pedestal, im not a priority. i dont even think i am a person to you, but i still loved you, i still longed for you and i definitely thought of you when something made me happy and i definitely wanted to run to you when something made me sad. but you don't notice me, you see me, but you dont notice me. you touch me but you dont hold me. you kiss me, but you dont kiss me and i settle for it, because its you. but, eventually i realized that theres more to life than the person who could not love you right, or even love you at all. i mean it sucks thinking that someone means a lot to you but they dont even really think of you. at night, in the morning, when they are busy, when they are bored, i get it. in the moment it feels like your world is ending and you wonder why they just dont want you back, but its not about you. the world is not out to get you, you are not cursed, you are not incapable of feeling anything other than sadness, loneliness adn emptiness. they just aren't yours, and you are not theirs. and when you think about it, i mean really think about it, is that really such a bad thing? why would you ever want someone who doesnt want you in the same way that you want them?

~ makia rose <3