Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

EXPERIMENTAL

So here I am
Wondering why here at 5am

Roses are blue violets are red
Yes.

-figurefly

I am a biochemist by training I wrote this poem while studying psychology. I wrote it with many many more stanzas all in Iambic Tetrameter, I'll give just the main thesis and conclusion tho, as it has been a long time but I'll also throw in my favorite stanza afterwards (it makes me laugh everytime I think of it, in the full poem I attack every aspect of psychology, but in that stanza, I was truely vicious and funny at the same time)

Title "The not 'ode' to Psychology"

What lies be-tween the brain and mind
Those pra-cess-C's yet un-de-vined
Will not from con-tem-play-shun come
But from ex-pear-ments not yet done
...
...
What lies.. it tis Psy-chol-o-gy
tween brain and mind Bi-ol-o-gy


favorite stanza:
Twist-ed sen-say-shuns they pre-ceive
their own ill-lu-shuns they be-lieve

You're my gift that keeps on giving.
The reason for this dream I'm living.

But you won't stop pushing till your word is law.
'Keep trying me to fix my every flaw.

I'll be me and you be you.
It's the deal that should be true.

So Don't try to tell me how to cut my hair!
Don't try to tell me what cheap facade to wear!

With my broken eyes I see.
My flaws are what makes this person me.

I couldn't care for you any more,
But that doesn't mean I still want to be
Your little hero
Anymore!

So Don't try to tell me when to smile and cry!
Don't make my kindness into a shallow lie!

I have no destiny or fate.
I should be free when the time is late.

This path I'm on is such a bore!
That's why I'm not
Your little hero
Anymore!

So Don't try to tell me what to learn and when!
Don't try to make me into your perfect boyfriend!

I'm not your idol, not your man.
I'm not the little boy who can.

I'm a different part of this world's lore!
That's why I'm not
Your little hero
Anymore!

Petals

Give me your flower and show me your petals
if I were to pluck you I'd bring all the shackles
and strap you and tie you and force you to be
yet, the moistest flower around the big tree

aromatic the scents and the senses are burning
your scents that I'm sensing are kindling my yearning
the flower in the wind blown away by the pleasures
the wind in the flower blowing beyond measures

when we are together we are in a frenzy
all I can tell you, your flower is fancy



My girlfriend

Couldn't sleep last night which sucks cause I'm tired now... but a poem came about kinda...

My past isolation
Created my addictions

I don't want to be this way anymore

I can't be around anybody
Without feeling like I don't belong
And my dreams seem so far away

My addictions are preventing me
From living my life to the fullest

Time to overcome everything that's pulling me back from my life

Drawing lines

I want to paint
But i have to bring the lines together
and yet they fight
constantly conflicting, as if they repeat never
But soon they get tired
and their fight severs

Just as the sky will never touch the ground.
I will never go down.

Questions about God

You harrow me from above,
What melts on my skin isn’t snow,
And the pain is too brief to be shown.

Seek shelter in the arms of your foe,
My relief leaves me hanging alone.
This passage ends in the unknown.

6/09/2015

I don't know what I want out of life
My addictions kept me occupied
But at what price
I'm bored of almost everything
Dreams, tell me what I want out of life

A Release

I feel pain
I must eat
I bleed
and still I must drink
Blessings and frivolous things
Is life a chain that chooses when to release?

(sorry, its a sad poem but yeah, at times we get sad.) : I

"Let Me". Based off of various things that have been said to me/happened in dreams.

Let me build you a house
Out of 3,180 bricks.
And it will all come crashing down
Because I didn't use any cement.

Can you let me out of this cage
or the consequences will be fatal.

Let me tell you why
You can't remember your dreams
Because you didn't like your cookie
Two hundred years ago.

Let me put three of my fingers
Into a waffle maker
and I'll show you that
I still have some delta-V left over.

Can you look at my belly button
and make sure that I am not growing lips there?

Let me show you
That Im the supervisor
This is your Taxi number
It is also a banana.

Never mind my tears
Never mind my pain
Show me hope
Make me laugh again
Don't interfere with my dreams
Don't tell me you care
You left us in the hands of evil men
Will it be a bullet or a bombshell
Agonizing over my fate
Looking around my house witch is now my cell

Originally Posted by werty52

Questions about God
[snip]

Have you ever heard the overture of Muse's "Exogenesis"?
What your wrote reminded me of it, somewhat. (and makes me wonder if I am not doing too well at interpreting poetry but, ah, well...)

I'm alone
I'm trapped by my fears
I've got to change the ways I am
Turn the darkness into bright light
So everyone can see
The love that's been trapped inside...

I wish I could be free from the fears you implanted in me
I wish I could face my destiny and rise above your tyranny
I wish I could laugh and my eyes would shine again
Knowing freedom would be coming my way ....".

Oh so typical
No this poem ain't mystical
I'd kill, for this average gift
Almost everybody has the gift
The gift.. of being normal
Having lived and loved.
I'd kill
for a piece of her smile awake with me
While there's no end embroired in this story
I can see the end like a darkness looming to endark the sun
Cus who would want to feed the mind of a weak-willed needy one

if it wasn't for the light that I long to see
Those lines would be buried inside of me
Don't ask me to laugh don't ask me to smile
My sadness is part of a divine design
The sky is blue but they made it grey
Why don't you join me and start to pray
For a better world for a better day

Hi Signet,it's the first time i heard about Exogenesis but I loved it ,and lm not sure I can interpret poetry very well but I like the challenge of writing it specially when I'm upset.please all of you guys make time and let's get out of this boring world and write poetry ,books,anything together believe me it's good therapy.....

When I am alone
And no one speaks
Is when I head down the road of depression
But not tonight
Tonight my dreams will unfold
A unique story
Which only I could create
People say they care
But when you need them the most
They're gone
So this night I'll go on a journey
To find myself wherever he might be lost

Been writing a lot of two-sentence poems.. Here's just some of them

Tickets

To this world that we're in,
Our tickets here expired long, long ago.

2/10/2015


Growing as a person

Finally myself again, but what part of me did I have to lose?
The jigsaw only ever grows bigger, so don’t throw away the pieces.

15/10/2015

Light streaks
from an artificial-heaven.
A heaven created
from the ideals mankind.

In this heaven,
I exist hell,
as this light scorches my soul.
I run.
I hide
from its sear,
but shadows do not exist.
In this light
I am exposed,
suppressed by everyone's souls.

I dream of a perfect paradise
where light no longer rules.
A place which exists in balance
where shades live next to suns,
where light is no longer hot,
nor is darkness cold.
Where colors exist in more than white
and black is not taboo.
A bounty of Arcadian dreams
instead of Babylonian nightmares.

Maybe it can't exist
in a world where order is stifling
and chaos is destructive.
But I will find it.
Whether it be at the center of Agartha,
or at the gardens of Eden,
I will find it.

And if it all else fails
and paradise remains a myth,
I will build it up brick by brick,
twig by twig,
mountain by mountain,
ocean by ocean.
I'll create glass walls,
100 ft. thick
and 1000 ft. high.
To protect the ones deemed demons
from the hateful angels,
who threaten to smite them outside.
Until then,
I'll let my skin burn,
waiting for the artificial-lights to fade,
and when night comes again
I'll make sure galaxies are able to shine.

Originally Posted by PhantasmDragon

Light streaks
from an artificial-heaven.
A heaven created
from the ideals mankind.

In this heaven,
I'm in hell,
as its light scorches my soul.
I run.
I hide
from its sear,
but shade does not exist.
In this light
I am exposed,
suppressed by everyone's souls.

I dream of a perfect paradise
where light no longer rules.
A place which exists in balance
where shades live next to suns,
where light is no longer hot,
nor is darkness cold.
Where colors exist in more than white
and black is not taboo.
Arcadian dreams
instead of Babylonian nightmares.

Maybe it can't exist
in a world where order is stifling
and chaos is destructive.
But I will find it.
Whether it be at the center of Agartha,
or at the gardens of Eden,
I will find it.

And if it all else fails
and paradise remains a myth,
I will build it up brick by brick,
twig by twig,
mountain by mountain,
ocean by ocean.
Until then,
I'll let my skin burn,
waiting for the artificial-lights to fade,
and the galaxies to shine.

that was fansastic !

stunning poem, gives me the shivers

Originally Posted by Dthoughts

that was fansastic !

Originally Posted by werty52

stunning poem, gives me the shivers

Why, thank you! I really like to put a lot of effort into my poems and seeing other people appreciate them makes me feel very happy. I've been going through a strange time of disillusionment, so this poem was a real nice ventilator for me. I've made some edits to make it smoother just in case you wanted to know and I'm probably going to post more poems when I have time. You guys can read one of my past assignments for English where I had to describe myself in a poem.

Blank

In this world,
in which most people exist as a only few colors,
I exist in a colorful monochrome.
Achromatic to common eyes.
Polychromatic to esoteric minds.

Every day,
my life is outlined by these two colors,
black and white.
I don’t exist in their separation;
I exist in their mesh.
And from their mesh,
I have learned to see rainbows.
Rainbows created by their blend.
However,
this rainbow could not exist
if either black or white were missing.
For only through their harmony,
is a rainbow created.
Without the other color,
they would be nothing.
For that is what black and white are in their purest form.
Nothing, but everything.
They are the everythings considered empty spaces.
They are the blank spaces.
And because of this…
I am blank.