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@abigail-m You’re so welcome!
I was reading through my collection of poetry (written maybe 2 or 3 years ago, the most recent) and wow, they sure are dark…I don’t remember writing such story-inspired ones in the recent times…here’s a villanelle I wrote. I used to write a lot of villanelles. Too many.
Late Night Chills
Shadows dance across the window sill
The breeze takes my breath away
Outside, black trees sway in the windThe cold is creeping up my spine
My lungs are filled with ice
Shadows dance across the window sillThe wind picks up
Howling, just before midnight
Outside, black trees sway in the windThere is no one out there
I am left alone
Shadows dance across the window sillI run, and I am caught
By branches, in the night
Outside, black trees sway in the windThe hands are reaching for me
By my ankle they drag me down
Shadows dance across the window sill
Outside, black trees sway in the windLately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
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@devastate-lasting Wow! I’ve never heard of a villanelle before, but yours is so haunting and beautiful!
@gracie-j Thanks! A villanelle is a format of poems that I used to be obsessed with, haha…I don’t think I can remember how to write one now…
Lately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
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@devastate-lasting You’re welcome! I may have to try writing one someday!
This is such a great idea!!! I’ll share one I just recently did! I love poetry so I’ll probably be posting here fairly regularly XD
Scorned
There is a woman who walks her path alone, and in her wake burns fire and smoke, marking, illuminating, casting shadow on all she nears.
And she is restrained.
There is a man who dares to be strong when others are not. His mind is a place few dare to tread—not for fear of death, but for fear of understanding.
And he is not heard.
These are the girls with spoken opinions, who do not hide behind the shield of a screen, but wear their words like crowns.
These are the boys who are as old as you or me, but wisdom made them ancient. They see the traps the trapper sets and try to warn the prey.
And they are–
scorned.
Feel free to add any input!!
"It's easy to be caught up in stardust and whispers when reality is so dark and loud."
@devastate-lasting oooohh I LOVE that <3 Beautiful job. And also same about writing a lot of dark poetry XD Not anymore, but when I was like 13, I was just shoving my bleeding heart in people’s faces like “Isn’T iT pReTtY???”
"It's easy to be caught up in stardust and whispers when reality is so dark and loud."
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@daisy-torres Whoa! That is BEAUTIFUL!
@daisy-torres Lol yeah I was so edgy as a 13 year old…if one of my poems didn’t have death in it or something I mean… *laughs*
That’s a great poem! I love it!
Lately, it's been on my brain
Would you mind letting me know
If hours don't turn into days@gracie-j aww thank you so much!!!
"It's easy to be caught up in stardust and whispers when reality is so dark and loud."
@devastate-lasting Right?? XD Idek why that’s where my mind went, I think I was just trying to find “new” territory or something and for whatever reason I felt like death and shadows were a great place to start???? Idk, but that was an… interesting period in my life as a poet.
Thank you!!
"It's easy to be caught up in stardust and whispers when reality is so dark and loud."
Uh… I wrote this one a couple of days ago. I keep documents on my computer titled “Poems 2019/2020/2021” and this is the first one of 2021.
Two Kinds Of Hurt
I wish I were hurting like you were
It sounds stupid, I hear you, I know
But when you’re hurting people feel bad for you
When I’m hurting they say “Get up, you’ll grow.”Â
Those mistakes all happen to you,
You’re beaten and broken by your friends
My mistakes are ones I cause myself
But the shrapnel from my bomb is my end
I wish I were hurting because of someone else
I wish that I wasn’t forced to apologizeÂ
I wish that I didn’t have to stand on broken legs
And people would see past my perfect disguise.
The pen is mightier than the sword, but in a duel, I'm taking the sword.
ekseaver.wordpress.comAlso here’s one I’m working on for a story I’m writing. It’s sort of like a prophecy but also clues for a scavenger hunt.
In castles old once stood the crown
though creeped and crumbled underground.
Lay wait in dark for fairies old
a midnight house with hor’rs untold.
Wait not for mysteries you first sought
for what you think is fully not
And nothing quite is as it seems
and black is left of the whitest queen.
The moon rests in the sky alone
Come keep and weep the heart of stone.
Worlds beneath and midnight sky
use the key to stab the eye.
When all is done and all is made
And two rot together in one grave.
Once some feel pain and others death
Will safe night darkness take a breath.
The pen is mightier than the sword, but in a duel, I'm taking the sword.
ekseaver.wordpress.comHey everyone.. I came to this topic a little late XD because I don’t really consider myself much of a poet, but have written a few pieces. I’ll share one I wrote about dandelions here.
Sway, sway, sway all day
Drifting gently on the plumes of May
Hard to get rid of, never welcomed to stay
But they soon in the fall retire and go away.
Once again, they come in JuneÂ
and close up tightly by the light of the moon.Â
They crane their necks to hear the loonÂ
that cries gently over by the pontoon.Â
Now it is fall, the dandelions will leave
Their seeds and remainders blown up by the eaves.Â
Oh, goodbye, my little flowers,
I’ll see you next year, when summer is ours.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed that! I wrote it last year, I think. I don’t write much poetry… just wanted to share that though.
staring at the fields
if nothing's really real
i'll make the winter now my home
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