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Poetry Automated Taglist!
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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Taxidermy
by azurePond
Last post
 12 hours ago
...See more This is a work of fiction. TW: psychological abuse . . . The tablecloth bleached to bone, her hands a pendulum of salt and pepper. Outside dusk stitches the sky to the horizon— First, you make the incision, she says, lifting a spoon, tracing its curve like a scalpel. Clean. Unhurried. The soup steams between us, a broth of parsnip and something darker. Her voice, a museum placard: My great-grandfather’s hobby was taxidermy— to unpeel life without bruising the skin, stuff absence back into the shape of motion. Her knife finds the butter. Splits it. Gently. A muted conquest in an era of brutal ones. In his time, every beast had its place— on a plaque, behind glass, never alive. She speaks in labeled boxes: Rattlesnake. Sparrow. Wren. Every ‘r’ sewed back to its lifeless body. Formaldehyde and patience. You’d be surprised what stays soft if handled with cold intent. A pause. Her eyes glide over my wrists, my throat— You’d look good like that, she offers, blade hovering mid-air, a silver thread in the amber light Obsidian eyes glass-bright. Pose permanent. Her smile, a needle’s edge Have you ever thought about it? The clock swallows its ticks. My napkin crumples to a fist. Speak of what you saw, she murmurs softly, sawing her steak into perfect, red cubes, and you’ll join his collection. Her fork tines gleam. Somewhere, a moth taps at the window begging to be let in, or out.
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The Awakening of Briar Rose
by ZenArashi
Last post
 13 hours ago
...See more Beneath a sky, worn thin with night,   A thorned crown glimmers, Her slumber, a war-torn sea,   Drowned in the storm of memory. The prince arrives,   His sword of light illuminates,   Yet her lashes never flutter,   Her breath still caught in the rift.   The battle rages,   Between what was, and what is, Her mind a mirror, cracked,   Where ghosts flicker in the glass. Is this the end,   Or is this just the start,   To wake, but not forget,   To reclaim a fractured heart? As the thorns tremble,   Cracked by the roots of hope,   She rises,    No longer waiting for a prince,   A dame of her own story. And in the breaking of that quiet,   The nightmare recedes,   Not gone, but healed in pieces,   The roses blooming beneath her feet,   A garden woven from her scars.
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I am sure I will regret this.
by BastionKnight
Last post
 17 hours ago
...See more I wrote a poem that I will not share. Fingers froze before it was uploaded. Just a tiny fragment of soft despair Shown briefly till confidence eroded. It is discarded, no evidence left. The emotions put back inside their cage. No outward sign betrays I am bereft. No-one looking for what goes on backstage. These words are not the ones that I wrote then. Yet even these burn and reek of defeat. Hide and seek played out again and again. Reaching out but stepping back in retreat. When I compare to others I feel shame, I should espouse hope, yet lately have none. Holding on feels like trying to grasp flame. Luckily this rubbish rhyme is near done. I wrote a poem I wish you had read. With this I offer excuses instead.
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Caged Rage and Shadowed Tears
by cocosand
Last post
 2 days ago
...See more How dreadful is this rage, Like my eyes closed in a cage. Love and violence—an uneasy pair, A mystery, a shadow, a lingering despair. A battle rages within my soul, Aggression swallowing what once was whole. Simplest pleasure in deepest pain, Harmony lost in a feral refrain. In the eyes, unshed tears reside, A heart that fought, but now must hide. Was he the one, the home I knew? Now just a ghost I wander through. Decisions firm, but hearts still break, Promises shattered, the soul's mistake. Brutality blooms where love once grew, A cage of rage I can't break through.
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If I Had Never Been Born
by azurePond
Last post
 2 days ago
...See more (Content warning: Intense themes as suggested by the title) . . . If I had never been born– The coffee pot would still hum, The dishes would stack in quiet rows, People would smile, still fight, Still lost in their own rhythms. Perhaps their laughter would ring truer, Their nights lighter, Without the burden of my presence. They’d have been better off, In ways they’ll never say. I’d be an email in the spam folder, A request that never reached the desk, Forever absent, A speck of dust on a moth-eaten book, A step you skipped in a hurry Unnoticed. Maybe it would be better, Maybe not. But the universe spins regardless, In its reckless, unfeeling dance, Leaving me here, Still breathing, Wondering if the world would have been kinder If I had never been born, Or if it would have simply carried on, Like a plot in a book With worn-out tropes. And yet, here I am, A footnote in this infinite story, Waiting…
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An Ode to A Starfish
by ZenArashi
Last post
 Friday
...See more A glimmering star in the deepest sea,   No struggle too much to swallow it whole,   For in every rupture, in each tear,   A new form of beauty begins to appear.    The arms stretch, once frayed and torn,   Fingers reach toward the silken sky,   Each pulse, a breath of resolve reborn,   As fragments gather, and learn to fly.   The tide pushes with relentless force,   But patience is the anchor, still,   In every break, a hidden source,   Strength blooms in the quiet chill.   Each piece lost is not truly gone,   Shaped and sharpened, made more whole,   Like the starfish, we rise upon,   The trials that once claimed our soul.   Through pain, through bitter storms,   We grow in places once unknown,   Finding beauty in the new forms,   Stronger now, on our own.
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The Old Hoodie
by azurePond
Last post
 Friday
...See more TW : Grief,  Drowning, Death . . . People die, he said. You’ll outgrow this. His voice, a lock clicking shut. First love’s a fever. Sweat it out. As if my heart had a headache, as if grief could be solved with analgesics. I didn’t tell him how, weeks prior, You talked to me about the creek— water striders skating on tension, their shadows braille on the stones. “I will take you there one day," you said. But you never did. “Nothing drowns there.” you said And then you did. Dad still quotes his prophecy like scripture, while your name curdles in my chest— a milk tooth I won’t spit out. Some nights, I press my ear to the floor, half-expecting the house’s bones to hum the hymn your mother sang that day, low in the grave he lay. My sister says I’ve got a good jawline for veils— But I keep your old hoodie balled in the back of my wardrobe, sleeves still holding the shape of your wrists— two parentheses insisting to be filled. Today, I placed that old hoodie in a donation box. The sleeves, slack now, no longer taut with the grammar of your arms. Let it become a relic for someone else— to unravel into their own trailing thoughts in parentheses. I didn’t linger, though the fabric still hummed with the half-life of your rain Even now, the box gapes like a mouth waiting to whisper your name Somewhere, your voice still laughs— Water is the best place to be—
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The Abyss
by JustCory88
Last post
 Thursday
...See more This black hole of despair is tearing me apart, A gravitational pull so strong I can feel it ripping the the strands of my soul after removing my heart. Completely destroyed with an empty void, How is it even possible to still feel the despair like it's still there, cruel joke no point. Sadness tears apart at the very fabric, An undoing of existence you can't even fathom. No John Lennon moment because you couldn't imagine. How did this happen, time goes fast. Death by a thousand cuts is the answer. The pain from the past, keeping up pace, With the current asswhooping to you're taking in current day. Never fair in the first place, Usain bolt blessed with a turtle race, Running backward rubbing it in your face, How your a disgrace and you ain't worth the space, wipe the fake smile of your face, bc you were never really important in the first place. So you stop mid flight, look up to realize, Your two steps behind where you were the first time, the tug of that abyss cut your heat strings and overtook your mind. The constant negativity, that expels out of me, like a beam, of self defeating, demeaning, enemy of me, the defeats me and doesn't have to lift a pinky. I beat my self like I'm its bouncer with out an ounce of care, feeling like there's no one out there, except the perfection I've been chasin for the last 20 years, the one that cause me to walk around the house trying to fight every mirror, side step my responsibility to fight all my fears, every night full of tears, bombarded by their laughter and jeers. No Phoenix in me to rise again,  The ashes ain't surviving the wind, couldn't humpty dumpty myself no king no men. Tathered and battered by the cost of my sin,  Don't know how to fix being less than human, Sitting around listening to music,  To drown out the nuisance,  Of being useless no need for prudence, Hard to look at it and say haven't been a burden to you, But at least the heart that I gave away was true, Had an underdog pure exuberance to it.  Getting stabbed with his heart in his hand, Trying to reach out for you to grab, To show that he matters, Just for you to pull it away and label him chutes and ladders.  Because for everyone but him it was game, He wasn't invited to play in,  He was just a pawn, to get by until a better player came along. Started as a kid, not wanting to exist, bc the paradoxical abyss, started way back then,looks likes hes finally getting his wish.To fly away to a place where he can just get away, From the sadness and the pain, and funeral music that's playing, and the constant reminder that this life isnt worth it to him, so he decided hes giving in, no more living in, this prison sentence, that he somehow is both the warden and inmate for, see pointless, like a circle, time for me to go, I have some more to feed this black hole before I'm completely consumed ripped apart and torn until I'm so scattered across the galaxy I can never be reborn.
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Thoughts of you.
by Kindhearted
Last post
 Wednesday
...See more I thought about you today.. Not because your name came up or something I owned reminded me of you but because you are someone that makes a impact and is so memorable and important that when I think about anything positive that a thought of you goes hand in hand
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The Cathedral of Pause
by azurePond
Last post
 Wednesday
...See more It begins without ceremony— no shatter, no crack in the foundation just the quiet erosion of motion. Most days, the scaffolds hold the blueprints unfurl and I build without question But then come the days when the mortar will not set, when the tools slip from my hands, when the halls of effort stand empty, and dust gathers like second thoughts That is when I build cathedrals out of tomorrow, carve grand archways of “not yet,” lay bricks of “just one more minute,” until the whole structure hums with delay The blueprints, as always, are flawless— a palace where urgency is outlawed, where staircases spiral endlessly upwards, leading only to themselves Outside, the bell towers crack, the sundials splinter at their bases, deadlines hammer at the doors, but I am busy— letting the sun stain the glass, waiting for the wind to tell me when to stop or start. Somewhere, my future self paces, tapping their foot in a room I have abandoned They hold the things I was meant to do, turning them over like unfinished layouts But here, in my cathedral of pause, I press my ear to the silence, listening for a moment that has not yet decided to arrive.
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Genuine, he is!
by twerp
Last post
 March 2nd
...See more Ah! The "madman" – there he goes! With a gait as wild as the tempestuous winds themselves! He dashes past the timeworn cherry oak, whose gnarled branches stretch like the arms of forgotten souls. His smile, a grotesque mask of forced cheer, betrays his frantic, darting eyes that seek —oh, how they seek— some semblance of comfort, of a friendly face amidst the unforgiving throng. But alas! What he knows not, nor any of his fellow creatures, is this: The true madness, the cruelest lunacy, lies not in his flight, but in the very heart of the one who stands here, in plain view, cloaked beneath the illusion of reason and sanity! (Inspired by @BastionKnight and Charles Dickens XD)
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my doggerel (written while depressed)
by slowdecline48
Last post
 March 2nd
...See more Did this one today... LAMENT, MARCH 2023 Stare at the ceiling as the earth whirls blindly in the dark as you lay there, ears ringing & head pain, as always as your head hurts, spreading middle girth Cold inside, halted, without a spark. The occasional note as your gut slowly drains from the meal of bolted flour, cheese, olives, a manmade ration for the bipedal swine herd Another day ebbs, another evening gains. Stare at the ceiling as daily you know Knowing inescapable: you're past the prime the bald fact, always without tact, Faded mirror never fails to show. Staring upward as the ball hurtles in the black around the hot bright mindless sun, your stare as unseeing as the rock itself a captive in a slowly rotting sack. Feel free to comment, folks. Whaddaya think? I might post more poems here as the inspiration (for lack of a better word) strikes.

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