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madameber Oct 3
Sit down and watch me
Bend over backwards
And sideways, dividing my body
Into diamond shapes, I know
I started off a little square,
Just a little worse for wear,
But I could make you smile.
Patterned pretty, I was made
To please the eyes,
And I caught yours, and
You held mine,
But something about me
Wasn’t quite right, I’m sure,
Got boring, I’m sure,
After a while my patterns
Weren’t pleasing anymore, and
I couldn’t make you smile.
I know I started off a little square
But I’ve learned how to multiply,
Fold up all that I am
And divide into different shapes,
Make no mistake, I could become
Anything for you.
I learned how to be
A crane, a swan, a star,
Learned to ignore the pain
And stretch myself out farther
Than I ever had before,
Trying to be something more
Delicate, more intricate, pushing
My body to try new things,
Trying to fly with paper wings.
Even as my patterns lock
Out of place and new and old
Creases contort my face,
Watch, my love, I'll twist
Into new shapes, all that I am
Is yours to remake,
And - Why are you apologising?
I don’t understand
Why you'd start trying
To untangle my limbs,
Open me back up into an
Empty square that wasn’t enough.

I’ll sit down, too,
I guess, even though my corners
Look a mess, lines hanging crooked,
Pretty patterns depressed,
But you’ll hold me, anyways,
Close to your breast,
And you’ll smile.
I try to, as well,
But traces of past shapes
Press against the corners
Of my lips,
And I wonder if
I can still smile, too.
with a little more.
LC Sep 9
whenever she sees him,
the corners of her eyes
crinkle into intricate origami.
if anyone looks closely,
they'll see a soft glow
and maybe even folded hearts.
that's her love for him.
Keiri Aug 14
Crease your fears and unfold your trust.
Wake up from your endless rust.
Believe in me and so you must,
See the green within the dust.

Start over, create a new begin.
Don't throw your past in the trash bin.
Don't see your paper as a great sin.
Try to stick the good within.

Fold and fold until you shape.
A fair sheet with a neat gape.
All your good marked by tape.
Let all your worries ease and escape.

It is now ready to be seen.
And you should be very keen.
This is how you should have been.
If only you weren't so terribly green.

A flower made by your own hands.
If only you gave it a chance.
abstract poem where origami images the way I have been dealing my life.
Silver Aug 8
delicate folds into endless
creases, the wrinkles
in mother's hands. asking for
more, taking
& creating new faces
when you think the last of you is gone.

& though the world may
    tuck away your
    flaws &
    pleat you into
    origami stars,
take to the earth,
uproot the trees.

stand tall as your last in-
become the called bluff
& bloom in the space
between   sky

                     before you hit the earth,
                     become the bird that you
                     are & perch on

quiel Aug 7
you lie
in between my
syllables and words
in these
carefully arranged
like a piece
of origami;

i hide you
in my
Joyce Jul 29
will you do me a favor,
a crease and a fold.
turn me into roses and hearts
for the dear one you hold.
turn me into a thousand cranes
and your wishes are sold.
turn me into envelopes
for the letters in the drawer gone cold.
turn me sideways, over and upside down.
turn me into something i can never become.
AsJay Jun 28
I’m awake, I woke to this
Been thinking ‘bout conversations I miss
Gone like the people I had ‘em with
Guess having people in life was a myth

I’m now losing sleep
But I don’t want to weep
Though how can I go to bed
With all this ******* inside my head?

I wish I could go back to when
The time happiness could’ve been
If only back then I had not rejected
The only woman I should’ve accepted

Can’t stop thinking for even a second
How they vanish like they never happened
My brain wants to stop, thoughts keep coming
Bending my mind like crafting origami

I want to have those moments back
Moments that I wish repeated
It’s like I blinked and my world went black
And everything became depleted

Now I’m back to waiting
Got me working on my patience
Something I’ll admit is irritating
Only to become another acquaintance

I miss them all, all the folk
That either lost contact or ran free
Every ignition that went up in smoke
I suppose there’s more fish in the sea

Oh gosh I’m reminiscing
**** I should be dismissing
The repetition that’s overflown
I guess I’m back on my own
Introducing… Origami!
Thought upon over the last few weeks and entirely constructed overnight, Origami came to mind after pondering and remembering life while growing up some 10-15 years ago. The poem itself is about myself and the inability I seem to have to keep people with whom I develop bonds with and also wanting to return back to good moments in my life where I felt like the world wasn't such a tight fit like it seems to feel like currently. It's funny that I find it difficult to describe the message behind the poem in words now, yet the words in the poem itself seemed to flow without too much thought at all.
Through my teen years and throughout my adulthood so far, I've noticed that people come into my life and disperse as if I'm only dreaming the life I'm living, so that's most definitely present within the poem.
I chose the word Origami to be the poem's title because my life is very much like the art form with so many sharp turns and corners to deal with in such a short timeframe.
I believe that the wordings within the poem will be relatable to a lot people read and understand the messages behind them.
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem of mine, I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your kind words and support gives me inspiration and helps me in the long run when writing more of my poetry.
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samara lael Jun 5
you covered
your deceiving sentences
in pretty paper,
letting the gold flecks
blind the careful,
truth-seeking eye.
each fold you made
masked the truth
even further;
the edges too thick
to tear through.

you made lying
an art.
perfecting your trickery
with each crease;
the false concern
on your brow.

how many steps
did you take to hide
your intentions
or your secrets?
how many incisions
did you make
on your victims?
are supposed to be
beautiful demonstrations
of life;
not crumpled up
pieces of false hope
& fake actions,
curated to bend
at your command.

i tried to keep track
of what moves you made
so that i could make sure
you wouldn’t repeat them
on me.
but your nimble, paper cut
fingers moved too fast,
& before i knew it,
i was trapped in a suffocating
paper thin, paper-slicing

if only i had the scissors
to cut myself out of this pointy mess.
but once i unfolded one lie,
the rest unraveled before me
til there was just one
piece of paper
with the marks
showing where i
could have caught you out.

look at all those little lies folded up
into something so intricate
that looked treacherously beautiful
from the outside,
but was simple & sinister from the start.

you contorted me into myself,
creating an aesthetic crane.
but i learnt to fly out of my cage,
& out of your clasp.
i won’t be pleated
into an origami opus
for you to
display & deride.

i am not your paper to fold or decorate.
not aimed at all. just caught inspiration from origami and though that lies unfold just like it; when you discover one, the rest of them unfold.
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