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by tommy
Last post
 February 18th
...See more Welcome to the Poetry Taglist This thread is an auto-updating list. The list is regularly updated by forum leaders and can be found below. Having issues? Reply below and someone will help you! Why should I join the taglist? ✔ Never miss out on sub-community check-ins, discussions or events ✔ Get tagged and notified by community leaders whenever a new relevant thread has been posted ✔ Become a more active member of the community. What do I need to do? ✅ To add yourself to this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please add me. ❌ To remove yourself from this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please remove me. ------------------------- Current taglist as of 21 Sept  (updated by @ComradeRuhi) @burningRain127 @HarmonyBlossom @HatsEatYou @HealingTalk @juliak1968 @LoveMyMoonflowers @Rareshadow666 @ShySmiler @tommy @Torean @YourCaringConfidant @mytwistedsoul @nessapressure05 @sadcat13 @MunchkinBerry @limegreenKiwi7397 @incredibleRainbows2036 @Est3lle @BelovedMe @unassumingEyes @iloveyouxx @enthusiasticBeach8170 @WondersWhispers @Redpanda2419 @peachPear727 @Fallenstar24
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A Silence That Never ends
by selfdisciplinedLion4579
Last post
 18 hours ago
...See more I’m not sure if I should post this on this forum. A Dream of Rest That Never Comes Pain—Not that which bruises flesh nor cuts beneath, Not the wounds that mend with time. Nay, that pain I know well, can see, can name, can press a hand upon and say, here, this is where it hurts. But this—this pain inside my head and in my chest unseen. It coils in the hollows of my ribs, It sinks into the marrow of my bones, A weight, I cannot lift. A wound, I cannot name.  And so, I wait. For the touch of warmth, a voice that whispers, "I see thy pain." For a light to fill the cracks, for a hand to reach through the dark and pulls me free.  But the silence answers in its place.  It is not empty. Nay, it is full— so full it crushes me beneath its weight. Thickens the air I breath, clings onto my skin, presses into my throat like hands, unseen. It has form, has teeth, has hunger. And it is patient.  It does not rage, does not weep— Simply waits, endless and knowing. It pulls me under, Encircles my throat, soft as a lullaby, merciless as the tide.  It knows my name. It knows how long I have wandered, how long I have waited for something to change. And so, it whispers—  "Why wait any longer?"  And so, I wonder— if I let go, if I slip beneath the quiet, Would the weight finally ease? Would the hush embrace me whole, And take me where the waiting ends?  And so, I begin to count the ways. A blade, sharp and certain, a rope, gentle in its promise, a fall, swift and final. Each one a door. Each one an escape. Each one whispering, “Come, rest.”  And the doors—oh, oh, how they call to me.  They neither creak nor groan in warning. They stand open, waiting, beckoning, edges gilded in silver light, thresholds soft as a lover’s arms.  "Come" they whisper, "Feel the peace, the hush, the ease. No more weight. No more waiting."  I turn my head to look away. The silence stops me, not. Nor beg me to stay. It only watches, as if to say, “I already know how this story ends.”  I part my lips and begin a plea— to scream, to beg, to call for help— but no sounds come. No one listening.  No one ever was.  So, I dream. I dream of a voice cutting through the hush, of footsteps in the distance drawing near. I dream of hands closing around mine, of the silence shattering at last. I dream of hope.  But the dawn draws nigh, and the dream wanes, slipping through my fingers like mist. And the silence remains, settling into my bones, pressing into my ribs until I am hollow.  It hums now. Low, steady, certain. Not cruel, not kind—just there, a presence I cannot shake, a shadow I cannot outrun.  And so, I wait again. For hope. For light. For something. But nothing comes. And the doors stand open, soft and waiting, whispering sweet lullabies, pulling me closer, closer. And the silence waits. And I do not know how much longer I can endure.
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To the last days, (tw)
by twerp
Last post
 Friday
...See more Have you ever wanted to disappear, To be lost within the air, Where nothing binds and nothing cares, Where all your thoughts just cease to wear? I wanted once, I will admit, But it’s not magic, not a gift, A feeling comes, then fades, then lifts, Yet in the hollow, time does drift. It started slow, at 6:04, A moment, a path, a tunnel’s door. I walked too long to hide the truth, Delaying days, defying youth. A face I knew, a name unknown, She smiled, and then we both had grown. "twerp" and "fence," side by side, In every laugh, the world could hide. For nine months, we were each other’s heart, But somewhere deep, we grew apart. The tunnel’s quiet, the sky fell grey, I searched for her, but not a word could say. And then it came, the final blow— The letter told me all I didn’t know. She left for good, not far, not near, But where her soul found peace, I fear. I blamed myself, the mirror lied, If only I had seen the signs, Could I have caught her in that space, Or would I still be in this race? Guilt twisted with what I couldn’t fix, Her absence an ache that wouldn’t quit. The days moved on, but what they gave, A world I lived but couldn’t save. Yet now I stand, with hearts unbroken, A truth in me, once left unspoken: A feeling’s just a passing phase, It fades with time, it shifts, it sways. But what you gave, the love we shared, Lives in my chest, it’s always there. Those eleven days, I’ll give them back, With every breath I’ll carry the lack. I’ll wait in silence, by that fence, And when it rains, I'll make amends. For every tear you couldn't cry, I'll speak your name; I’ll touch the sky. For in my heart, you'll never go— Those eleven days are yours to know.
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TW/// Healing poem
by youcandothis0012
Last post
 March 3rd
...See more Please be nice! I haven't written in a long time.  I met my younger self for coffee. We have many similarities, but she is not me. She asked if I was finally happy. She only briefly seemed happy. That's when she used to talk more, smile more, she always acted like she had something to smile for. I told her I prefer tea now, because coffee gives me to much energy. She looked like I broke a piece of her. "Too much." She said. I shook my head. I wish you knew how much I want to be like you. "It's such a waste" she said. We're in a better head space. You are not the same girl you tried to hang in the closet.  "We lost it." she said, but we haven't and I hope we drink Chai next time. Because there will be a next time. Everything will be fine;
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Araf
by NewbWanderer
Last post
 March 1st
...See more Dard-e-dil ke bagair mehfil? Mehfil toh bas ek sauda lagti hai, Jahan mohabbat bhi hisaab maangti hai... Gao, zaat, mazhab, maal-o-daulat, rang-o-roop, Kad aur wazan ke farmaan ke bagair toh rishte... Mehfil kehti hai, "Jodi uparwala banata hai." Neechewale... uski banayi taqdeer ko... Apne haathon se naye bandhan... Jo kabhi... Swastika, trishul, Crescent moon aur star, cross... Ke bina adhoore hain. Jisne ye tamaam kainaat banayi, Jism par apne paak nishan lagana bho_ Universal beings h... Jo makhlooq ek jahan ki hai, Wahi apne aap ko hadd-o-hudood mein baandh leti hai, Azaadi ke shayariyan likhti_ Jo soorat-e-insaniyat ko asliyat mein pehchan na saki, Wahi duniya bhar mein_ "Insaniyat sabse afzal dharm hai!"
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Oldest Daughter Things
by Keith22534
Last post
 February 28th
...See more Is it them, or is it me? Am I the villain problem for keeping the peace? I hold it in, I bite my tongue, Guess I was grown old before I was young. They cry, they vent, they fall apart, But I just roll my eyes and guard my heart. "You never break, you’re always okay." But no one ever asks if I feel that way. Maybe I’m harsh, maybe I’m mean, Or maybe I’m just never seen. -Esha
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storm within
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 February 24th
...See more storm within lost within the storms the chaos  of the storm of life cycling within the darkness the storm winds blow us around we are like leaves within the storm round and round we go as the wind blows unseen to most is the storm within this storm is darkness and chaos  the things within the storm within are like a battle they within the storm within  as there no way out of the storm within thoughts be come like weapens they weapons fly around within the storm within no one see this storm within as  shame of the storm within keeps us quiet as a church mouse  the storm within rages on and one but the hope never lost hope and joy are not feelings the storm within can not destroy them the storm within will not be forever some day it will become like a quiet still lake but for now the storm within rages on
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walls
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 February 17th
...See more walls Walls all around they keep me traped within them try to be brave within the walls looking out from a small hole in the walls can I trust the ones outside the walls do I have to stay isolated can I let the walls fall around me prison made by me to keep me safe but now they trap me behind them now they keep me from others walls all around me this prison is very lonely it seem to hold me in the darkness help me Lord to get out of this prison that I made show me who to trust outside the walls lead me to others that can trust slowly the walls begin to fall the wounds of the past begin to heal as the walls fall away the loneliness is less no one outside the walls has ever seen the wounds within’ the walls were to keep me safe but now no need fort them as safe away from them who hurt me so new beginning has began walls can come down now will I allow them to come down because in that I be truly free yesterdays are no more so walls can come down slowly by stormie
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Teeth I should not have.
by JayBirdz
Last post
 February 17th
...See more EXPLANATION CONTEXT; this is a reference to early exposure to adult content. I was born a lamb in a den of wolves. Soft wool wrapped in the scent of someone i could not protect myself from. They fed on sheep like me, their teeth carving truths i would always believe. I was too small to question, too young to wonder what i was shown. Their fangs would graze my trembling hide occasionally, Not enough to break, but enough to sting and make me remember. And when their hunger turned away me, I learned to watch the biting, learned it meant belonging to my family. One day, I snapped back—just a nip. Tiny, harmless, yet met with pride from my innerself. So I bit again, and again, Until my own mouth dripped with something warm, until i felt like my childhood wonder was filled. Then, they took me away—to the safety of sheep i recognized only by blood, Where the air was still, the fields were kinder. But I gnawed at the softness, at the peace in a frantic search for what i recognized, Teeth aching for something I should not want, should never have recognized. I dulled against their quiet world with a sinking sense of self, My fangs grinding down to nothing by force of the other sheep i swore enemies. But inside, I burned— For the bite, the taste, the hunger I thought was home. And then I saw— Saw the twitching in my own unstable reflection. Saw my wool, no longer wool that i believed protected me from the danger i could become, But fur thickened to hide the shame of the inevitable. My teeth are sharper than they should be, I know. My eyes linger where they should not, I can't help it. And now I stand, neither lamb nor wolf, Terrified of what I may become, or even worse, what i can't stop. So I wrench my jaws apart, I file my fangs down to dust. it helps nothing i fear, i only begin to gaze at sweet lamb the same as before, and feel my teeth sharpen instinctively.
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Freedom from prison pit
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 February 14th
...See more Freedom from prison pit prison of my own making when it was made it was needed but now it like a deep pit within the ground it seem like we are trapped that it dark within this prison others see us as joyful and brave but I see self as lost and forgotten the prison is deep I can not crawl or climb out of it the prison has became a place od isolation no one see this prison no one know the deepness of the prison hoping others will help me out of the prison the wounds are deep is why I here within the prison truth is like a burning flame that hurts us the prison pit is were I was kelp locked in a pit was what they wanted but they no longer there they can not hurt me any longer but now the prison is due to me as to trust is to take the rope to get out as one can not get out alone due to the pits to deep someone throw me a rope give me away out of this prison pit we made it but , they used it to keep control over me so they could hurt me more and more but now I am the prison keeper so I can be set free but only if I take the rope the rope that others hold the rope of freedom from my prison but will I be brave and take the rope or will I stay within this prison pit darkness does not have to be anymore can be lifted out of the pit into the light this light is true freedom it will set me free from them who hurt me it will take back control of my life but only I can do that by taking the rope offered to me so question is will I take the rope or stay within the prison pit think the rope is better then stay in the prison pit but the rope mean trusting others giving in to what I feel not numbing and using bad harmful ways to numb so lets try this new way this freedom by stormie
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Lord I do not understand
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 February 10th
...See more Lord I do not understand Lord I do not understand I do not understand why do people hurt the little ones do they not know do they they not know that little ones are blessings from You gifts from above gifts from above little one little ones are gifts from above Lord I do not understand I do not understand how come they hurt the little ones so badly do they not hear You Lord do they not hear You Lord cry for the little ones cry from the little one crying please do not hurt the little ones since I gave them to you as a blessings Lord I do not understand I do not understand but Lord I know that you love all the little ones that you cry for all them are hurting call them into Your arms call them into Your arms saying to every little I love you by lily
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LITTLE WARRIOR THAT I AM
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 February 9th
...See more LITTLE WARRIOR THAT I AM Living in the war zone living in the war zone little warrior that i am this war that i am fighting is not a war of flesh and blood it is a spiritual war with in i have the best weapons and armor that my heavenly Father gave me living in the war zone living in the zone zone little warrior that i am when the battle gets to hard to fight when i am ready to give up my heavenly Father calls to me saying my child my child here am i come to me and i shall give you rest living in the war zone living in the war zone so i run into my heavenly Fathers arms for a time of rest and healing away from the war zone wound tired little warrior that i am safely in my fathers arm resting quietly in His loving arms away from the war that rages on for a time of peace ,rest and healing in my heavenly fathers arms am i but only for a time living in the war zone living in the war zone little warrior that i am when i am well rested and my wounds are healed i shell fight again back into the war zone back into the war zone in tile i hear my heavenly Father call me come again for a time of rest then i well run back into His arms again for a time of rest by lily
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nightmare big trigger warning
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 February 4th
...See more trigger warning sexual talk and other words i can say in a poem that not sure  we can say otherwise full of shame and ashamed too but want others to know the truth too even if they turn and run or say we deserved this too the ones we talking about in this are our brothers and a friend who went all the way that day  within Christmas break i was 7yr almost 8yr it was not first time they touched me in that way as that was when i was only 3yr but this time it was more nightmare Lost within the nightmare it carry me to places I do not want to be back into the room with them can not run for I am tied down do not know this morning would be this way they use their hands first but then things change so fast can not scream can not move fear take over with the pain not get what I done to deserve this thought brothers were to keep little sister safe not hurt them like this not take from them what is not to be so I lay in the wet bed unable to move every time we shut our eyes see this nightmare again keep asking why why did they take my childhood from me what did I do to make them hurt us so no one cared at all we just a girl not worth much boys are worth so much more they are what dad want to carry on their name girl are only for sex, having kids and taking care of men there duty is to server men some would say that all they good for so guess we learned that lesson younger then most girls put in our place as a young childhood taught what was expected of us we guess but then thrown away like yesterday trash good for nothing used and tossed we unsure what to do with this lasting nightmare as it from long ago but feel like it now they say time heal everything but is that true will this night mare ever go away others have but this one sticking around not sure why this one is maybe it is to go to the grave with us we not sure as feel like it will last forever flooded with the feelings now within the nightmare but to ashamed to let other know this what will they think of us will they turn away from us due to we like dirty trash not sure if they run away screaming from us in the nightmare that what we was told would happen if we told anyone they said all would say it what we was born for due to we only a girl we deserve this it our duty we was told but not sure we believe this anymore by stormie

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