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Hey everyone. For those of you that don't know (which I'm assuming is about 99% of you), I often write poetry and it's a pretty big means of written expression for me. I am sure that at least some people in this community have either written or read poetry for enjoyment at some time or another, so this can be a place for general poetry discussion - sharing your own/others' poetry, giving your thoughts, etc.
I guess I'll share some of my own poetry to start.
I have plenty more, but these are just two of my most recent poems. I will share more if this thread goes anywhere. I guess I'll also throw this in because it is truly amazing.
Hey everyone. For those of you that don't know (which I'm assuming is about 99% of you), I often write poetry and it's a pretty big means of written expression for me. I am sure that at least some people in this community have either written or read poetry for enjoyment at some time or another, so this can be a place for general poetry discussion - sharing your own/others' poetry, giving your thoughts, etc.
I guess I'll share some of my own poetry to start.
“How’re you doing today?” she asked.
Fake a smile, say good, walk away.
Be polite, they say.
Be myself, I say.
“How’re you doing today?” he asked.
Shoot a glare, say awful, crawl away.
No legs to stand on.
No breaks to come upon.
“How’re you doing today?” she asked.
Stop, pause, freeze.
Burning sun peaking through layers of clouds.
Feel lost in thought among large crowds.
Emotion concealed into a bubble.
About to burst into rainy trouble.
But before I summon an umbrella.
Think about it for a second fella.
Dark times only stay dark if you don’t find light.
So don’t fake being all polite.
When you can make that true.
When you can make that you.
“How’re you doing today?” he asked.
“Good! How’re you?” I responded.
Fake a smile, say good, walk away.
Be polite, they say.
Be myself, I say.
“How’re you doing today?” he asked.
Shoot a glare, say awful, crawl away.
No legs to stand on.
No breaks to come upon.
“How’re you doing today?” she asked.
Stop, pause, freeze.
Burning sun peaking through layers of clouds.
Feel lost in thought among large crowds.
Emotion concealed into a bubble.
About to burst into rainy trouble.
But before I summon an umbrella.
Think about it for a second fella.
Dark times only stay dark if you don’t find light.
So don’t fake being all polite.
When you can make that true.
When you can make that you.
“How’re you doing today?” he asked.
“Good! How’re you?” I responded.
In a perfect world
The boy gets the girl
The worker gets the promotion
The player wins the game
But why does it matter what happens in a perfect world
When we all are surrounded by imperfections
Left, right
Up, down
Look all the fuck around
Imperfections.
I feel as if there's a quota for failure in the plans of the universe
There must be so many lonely
There must be so many poor
There must be so many losers
In an imperfect world
The boy doesn't always get the girl
The worker doesn't always get the promotion
The player doesn't always win the game
And yet among all these imperfections,
We all strive for the same goal
Happiness.
But in a world where not all is right
It is impossible for all to reach the goal of happiness.
And so we sit and sulk.
And so we bitch and moan.
And so we question and cry.
But what do we gain when we complain
And what do we gain from looking at the glass half empty
The world is still full of possibilities
And so we hope to get the girl
And so we hope to get the promotion
And so we hope to win the game
But there may be an imperfection in our life story
There may be rejection
There may be disappointment
There may be failure
But that is all part of the journey
And at the end of the day
As long as the last chapter reads happiness
The book is well written
And all is
Perfect.
The boy gets the girl
The worker gets the promotion
The player wins the game
But why does it matter what happens in a perfect world
When we all are surrounded by imperfections
Left, right
Up, down
Look all the fuck around
Imperfections.
I feel as if there's a quota for failure in the plans of the universe
There must be so many lonely
There must be so many poor
There must be so many losers
In an imperfect world
The boy doesn't always get the girl
The worker doesn't always get the promotion
The player doesn't always win the game
And yet among all these imperfections,
We all strive for the same goal
Happiness.
But in a world where not all is right
It is impossible for all to reach the goal of happiness.
And so we sit and sulk.
And so we bitch and moan.
And so we question and cry.
But what do we gain when we complain
And what do we gain from looking at the glass half empty
The world is still full of possibilities
And so we hope to get the girl
And so we hope to get the promotion
And so we hope to win the game
But there may be an imperfection in our life story
There may be rejection
There may be disappointment
There may be failure
But that is all part of the journey
And at the end of the day
As long as the last chapter reads happiness
The book is well written
And all is
Perfect.
I have plenty more, but these are just two of my most recent poems. I will share more if this thread goes anywhere. I guess I'll also throw this in because it is truly amazing.