Bree17

Dec 2024

Ian

Winter

As I betake to part of my cherished hearth,
And traverse the wintry swathes----
That cloak the earth, the erstwhile warmth;
Yea, the frost hath come again.----

Hail I early morn, the light of dawn,
The skies sanguine-stained.
Tho' the path is long I continue on,
For yon do you await.

Your locks and skin of beauteous ebon,
Your eyes of Gallic beige,
So solace the *****, wearied and lonesome,
'Mid these invernal days.

Will I bear the brunt of winter's clutch
To share with you a lover's gaze,
O worry not, my queenly love,
For anon will I be there.

Bree17 Dec 2024

nameless

there's some things that I do
without even realizing
that I probably
shouldn't

like the way I unload the dishwasher
seconds after its done
the ceramics searing my skin ever so slightly
just enough to make my comfortable
uncomfortable

or how I light a match
and calmly watch it's slow descend
allowing it to lick my fingertips for a moment
just to feel the slight
burn

and when I turn the shower water
a little too warm
just enough to feel my body protest
pleading for me to move away
staying still just long enough
for the pain to numb again

or when my stomach begs for food
a piercing pain prompting me to eat
as I ignore it for hours,
days
just enough for my hands to shake
and the world to blur

the way when something hurts me
I let it hurt, silently observing
as if watching to see how much pain I can take
before I ultimately break
wondering if I've
already
broke

been in the drafts for a while

couldn't think of a name so if anyone has any recommendations that'd be great <33

Dec 2024

Emma

Hiding my Truth

Beneath my ribs, a songbird sleeps,

Whispering truths no one dares to keep.

I thread my wounds through silken lies,

Broken glass beneath soft lullabies.

He moves like shadow, so close, so far,

Reaching for a light that isn’t where we are.

I hush my heart – let it break, let it bleed, unseen.

He's really trying it's heartbreaking, but he doesn't really get it right.

#relationship #love #truth

Dec 2024

Abbott J Hardison

300 Poet Poem

So, this isn't really a poem,
More of just a post.
I'm looking for 300 poets,
New or old,
To write a line.
For a 300 poet poem.
I have one so far,
I'm in need of 299 more.

I don't know if people read my edits to these, but I just wanted to you you all know, you're in such harmony with fellow poets, you're rhyming. :)
Also, feel free to submit more than one line!
I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and private message it to me. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.

#scrapbook #poems

Dec 2024

SiouxF

Feast or Famine

Poetry has a way of hiding
Itself in a dried up riverbed.
Inspiration of nothingness.
Words at tongue’s tip,
Can’t quite grasp…
And then all of a sudden,
Words flow like the mighty Amazon
During the wettest season,
Tumbling over each other
In their rush to be writ upon the page.
Feast or famine,
All or nothing.

#poetry #poems #words

Dec 2024

dead poet

i fake a smile at dinner

i fake a smile at dinner;
try to recreate it in the mirror
when alone -
checking to see if they
could’ve seen through it.

#fake #smile #shame #selfawareness #selfcriticism #mask #emotions #sadness #reflection #poetrycommunity