POEMS post 'em here my friends!

so I’ve got another I want to show people, but it’s quite a bit darker
They always come to the balcony.
They always have the same look.
And every time they look at me,
I fall into their book.

I listen to their crying
i help the best I can.
Even if I’m lying,
I still take up my stand.

It’s always different, yet the same
its always hard to bear
And each day’s another broken name
That I have to hear.

But who will come to the ledge
if I were to leave?
Would anybody guard the edge?
Would anybody grieve?

For all the lost lost and broken souls,
for all the ones that couldn’t see
would anyone come get me
If I was the one on the balcony?

@The_Demon_Warrior really cool idea-it's scary to think what death would be like if it could feel. And that ending…
@Bandito amazing, as usual, that ending part was great
@PunsAndShips wow that's a thought i'll have to carry around with me for a while…
And the balcony poem was depressing, as you said, but you set that mood up well

(old, don't like it)

Dear little girl on the playground,
I would like to say thank you
You don't even remember me now,
Because you didn't even know
I was not just a shy child
I was terrified
My mom and dad were so concerned
I could barely survive pre-school
Most of my time there was spent crying alone
I would burst into tears if you paid me any attention
Laughing children would sit down at the table
But I just stood there because there wasn't a seat for me
It wasn't so bad, I suppose
Because I didn't even know what I was missing
I never had a friend
Nor an enemy, even
I watched best friends play together blankly
I never even knew anyone's name
All I knew was empty corners
Until one day I went to Chick-fil-A
My parents sent me to the indoor playground
My siblings and I went our ways
Up and down slides, pretending everyone else didn't exist
We played hie-and-seek, but no one found me
But I hid with a little girl under the plastic stairs
For some reason, she gave me smiles and words for free
The game ended, but she kept playing
I didn't go back inside to eat because now I was happy
We ran in circles as mom was paying
I felt like a normal kid that one time
Some one could hear me speak
I learned that there were sometimes people
Who would see and give me a break
Who would hear what I couldn't say
It wasn't hopeless
You showed me what might happen
If someone tried
You don't know me anymore -
But thanks, friend.

Awwwww~
That's deep. It really is.
I'd give my entire bank account to see those one-night-best-friends again.

Why is my world collapsing
Why am only I alone
I thought we were together
But why do I have no home

I thought I had a voice
But the crowd swept it away
No one heard my cry for you
When I begged you to stay

sooo, you guys are amazing, but my poetry is more jesting and short
A limerick:
I once tried to write a Haiku.
A poem to which I was new.
Is it five six then four?
or two syllables more?
It's a good thing a wrote this one too!

All the stuff here is so goooood

@Periwinkle_ is right, I really like all of it!
@Bandito I really like the message of your poem
@Katastrophic I really like how the verses structure mirrors that of the castle, slowly crumbling-that's so clever
@EllieGrace-is-angsty that poem made me feel sort of angsty, too
@Leo-Valdez-is-a-Slytherin Your limerick made me smile because I suck at writing haikus but limericks are fun ;)
@The_Demon_Warrior that was some really effective use of repetition of 'the nights', good job :)

Howwabout a nice round of applause for everyone who poured their souls into these poems!

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It's more of a weird pentagon but i tried

You gave it your best

I like to call this "Piece of Shit". Enjoy.

What am I?
I reflect the person
you want me to be.
A mirror?
I have multiple personalities
but then
none.
Carrier of burdens
reflecting thy wishes.
though i ony have one wish
that can't seem to come true

AnotHEr!

Your finger? Chewed off.
Your eye? Gone.
Bruises? All over.
Ear? Ripped off.
Blood? Everywhere.
Bones? Broken.
Friend? Murdered.
You? Dying.
Me? Suffering.
Hotel? Trivago.

And A N O T H E R! Warning: cringy

The soldier failed.
"Now it's time for the doll to do something."
You have burdened the doll with heavy chains wrapped around her.
"It's time for the doll to bring honor"
Your actions have made the doll codependent.
"It's time for the doll to be successful."
How can a doll be successful is she broken?
"It's time for the doll to make us happy."
How can the doll talk if you have sewn her lips shut?
"Then it's time to throw away the doll."

I wrote a really crappy poem about women's rights during the beginning of the whole illegal abortion thing

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Do you know a poem we have to read next year for summer homework with an essay?

T H E I L I A D

I've wanted to read it, do you think I should?

This isn't quite the Ilead but I hope you like it nonetheless

Live lonely

Quiet railway cars
headphones in
on the phone
or staring judgementally
I think
this is a place
I can live lonely

Crowded streets
on saturday
everyone hurtles on
no one can stay
I think
this is a place
I can live lonely

Wind whispering
through uniform trees
that grew precisely
where they were needed
I think
this is a place
I can live lonely

Like the firs
the birches
the oaks
where all the branches get trimmed
to leave behind a smoothed stem
untouchable
unclimbable
perfect yet so alone
I stand in place
reaching for the stars

because if I accidentally touched you
I think
you might flinch away

And @Lori_wants_to_sleep, I liked your poems! The first one made me wonder what the wish is, the second was really dark but a meme so yes, of course I like it, and the last one really took me into the helplessness of the doll

@cue-nervous-humming thank you! I appreciate that

I haven't seen any of Lori's!

@cue-nervous-humming your poem sounds like you read the book in writing, then wrote a poem about it. Can I use it? Just wondering.

Thanks for the compliment, though i have to admit I read the Ilead so long ago that the most they have in common is probably being mentioned in this chat.
Ummm… What do you want to use it for, exactly?

I’m writing a book about a modern day orphan train- but can I put bits and pieces of it through my book?

Wow thank you I'm honored! But I think I'd rather you didn't, I'm still working towards the point where I am comfortable sharing my stuff with more than just this chat and my sister, also I think there are still some things I might need to work on for this one… But as I said, I'm totally honored you'd even consider it to become part of your book, I'm just not very comfortable with the idea at the moment. Sorry.