Short poems

[Anonymous No.14028088]

Hey /lit/, would you enjoy a nice sharing thread?

Post a short piece of poetry you have written, and we can (nicely) describe how we feel about your piece, what we think it's about, etc.

If you'd like, you can write a poem right now and post it. Write about how you are feeling, something going on in your life, etc. Or you can write a poem based on/building off of what someone has already posted.

Sound fun? It can be any type of poem, any format. Just have fun with it. Express yourself. Let it out.

[Anonymous No.14028422]

>>14028088
Maple Tree on the corner

I walk with my hand a steadfast clasp
Gently in my lover’s grasp
My skin alight with gleeful heat
Along the cold and empty street
By light of autumn’s moon we see
Our very favourite maple tree

The tree’s display of red and gold
Is now just ours to behold
Beneath the branches our embrace is tight
Two souls together that peaceful night

A year has passed and so have I
My presence unknown but still I try
To catch her gaze just for a while
Or bring back just one little smile

My haunting of the maple tree
Is the vantage point from which I see
She walks alone morose and weary
I have no eyes but I’m still teary
No miracle or infernal sale
could bring me back or pierce the veil

More time has passed and my spirit burns
With hope her happiness returns
And now I rest with sweet relief
My love at last has shed her grief
Into the ethereal I finally fade
Beneath the maple branches’ shade

[Anonymous No.14028498]

Pic related. It's mine

[Anonymous No.14028680]

I feel like I’m clinging to a dream
Something I wish could be
I feel like I’m clinging to a sound
But never sung out loud

[Anonymous No.14028698]

>>14028088
Mercury dew slips from the silver song of time.

Corrosive in its melody, melting the heart of life.

[Anonymous No.14028711]

I saw light from under shadow.
The farces of fantastic far-off places.
Personas that delude and psyches which whine.
That spread insanity in well-worn wisdom.
Gazing far down from above misshapen clouds.
Upon the lands of dead gods and shivering souls.
Phasing past, eroding with words.
As solely what's said is silver truth.
Until bedrock sits upon emptiness.
Nowhere to dig, everything to claim.
A little poem I wrote about digging without torches in minecraft.

[Anonymous No.14028727]

the frost burnt grass felt the now melting rain
the angel hymns were falling
to a stage muted with snow
calling out a taciturn line of footprints
in soft symphony
a once calming sound now ringing
potential half diminished
surmising ideas beneath a surface
of days written in invisible ink
and marionettes paraded
through imperfect dark
towards a hope of nothings something
and the winking eye of a chasing storm

[Anonymous No.14028740]

>>14028088
Silver wire strung the clouds.
Frost wore the air.
Crackling feet lined the land.
Deserts blew as glass.
Candles die, marches end.
Swallowed by the wind.
Flurries bury shadows warm.
Frozen dreams of flame.

[Anonymous No.14028761]

There's a weariness that sleep cannot cure. It arrives without movement.
Yet shifts in a blur.

Beneath the weight of the clouds. On empty sails. The winds of your spirit. Rush ever still.

[Anonymous No.14028828]

crying is a pity
when you've got nothing to lose
praying feels shitty
when you're already in hell
healing is a pain
when it hurts more than it's worth
laughing feels pointless
when everything's the joke

the chatter sounds like static
and you're the receiver
will you just watch?
the endless static

sleeping is a chore
when your dreams are so real
walking feels faster
when the world's spinning with you
running is a crutch
when you're afraid of yourself
breathing feels empty
when you live in outer space

the truth keeps on twisting
and you're the preacher
will you believe yourself?
the lazy truth

living is a moment
when you're nearing the end
lightning feels slow
when the best is behind you
dying is a lie
when you're twenty years old
crying is a pity
when it's all you ever did

the regret's plain ugly
and you're the timepiece
will you turn back?
the easier way

[Anonymous No.14028837]

Faces in the ceiling.
Hit the ground crawling.
Falling out of love.
Out the door.
Out of this world.
Angels cry and shatter.
Eating flower petals.
Heads in silver clouds.
Feet in liquid sand.
Faces in the ceiling.
Smile as they frown.

[Anonymous No.14028848]

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youl essen _____ ilt ________(148-9)

[Anonymous No.14028864]

The formatting is probably fucked but I'm just copy pasting it

I met his desire dough-soft, doe-soft
ready for consumption. And Oh,
does it consume.

It rages as a fire through my bones,
crumbling and esoteric: an ancient
truth that hides in a child’s palm.

Holy Father, who art in Heaven:
where is the line between Father and father?
Where is the line between daughter and lover?

Who can tell me a truth so great
as the one that stared back at me,
when he took me and took me and took me?

Moulded and kneaded me, folded and beat me;
he ate me and forsook me,
left me rotten and hanging on the hook.

[Anonymous No.14028866]

Summer is a fire
Born from Spring's lowly spark
Autumn is an ember
'fore Winter's lonely dark

[Anonymous No.14028876]

>>14028866
Autumn is a cinder would work better maybe?

[Anonymous No.14028922]

>>14028498
I love all the p's. It makes me feel warm.

>>14028422
Very ethereal... melancholy rather than sweet.

>>14028680
The rhyming gives this one a sense of of rhythm that really emphasizes the last line. Big fan

>>14028698
Shiny... this one makes me think of a ringing bell, sweet but sharp.

>>14028711
LOVE THAT I was reading it very pensively until the explanation, how cute haha

>>14028727
Seems reminiscent of some deep inner turmoil, like an expression of hurt and depression but its tempered with longing for better times. Like something turned sour. If that's the case, I'm sorry

>>14028740
Love the theme of cold and hot in juxtaposition. Hot and cold, sand and snow. Anger and sadness/numbness.

>>14028761
This one is oddly calming, though it too feels melancholic. Oddly hopeful, though. Like an acceptance.

>>14028828
Lots of struggle here. Fighting within the self, hurting, trying to cope but not knowing how. Hopelessness. All-consuming in the way of a wet, heavy, trapping blanket.

>>14028837
Faces in the ceiling... this intrigues me. I like how they tie together the beginning and the end. A sense of loss

>>14028848
This one is a mystery to me! But I like it oddly still

>>14028864
Formatting seems fine to me. This one is a bone-deep hurt. I'm sorry he did that to you.

[Anonymous No.14028938]

>>14028422
A very pleasant read. Not much I'd criticize here technically. All I can say is to try it to make it more your own. Make it more unique. Stand out a bit more. Give us specifics. I want to care!

>>14028680
Would make a great chorus to a song.

>>14028727
>the angel hymns were falling
>to a stage muted with snow
Love these lines anon. Like this poem a lot overall. One word of advice though--when a shorter word will suffice, use that word.


When wisdom comes a-callin,
what do we say?
We say no, ladies and gentlemen.
We say no.
When wisdom comes a-callin,
what do we say?
We say no, and we call it a day.

I look at Plato, and I say:
I'd rather eat you--
you taste like salt.
I look through a window, and I say:
there you are,
now let me through.
Let me walk.

[Anonymous No.14028942]

>>14028922
The digging in minecraft line was a little joke. I originally wrote it while reading notes from the underground, I tried to capture some of the themes from that

[Anonymous No.14028955]

>>14028938
I might rewrite The Maple Tree as a short story rather than a poem; trying to be specific without losing a sense of flow and keeping the mood just right is always tough in poetry.
Should I try and keep it a poem?

[Anonymous No.14028958]

>>14028938
Any specific words you would've made shorter. I have a problem with being too multisyllabic sometimes.

[Anonymous No.14028985]

oh caged halcyon
my somber songbird
born in silvered echo chambers missing walls
like a globe falling down ever folding stairs
or a crumpled world cast from a nerve dead hand
the winds changed and you're not the one
to feather or fare them
so sleep in sweet sorrow
and dream of days far from yours
days of un-warned weathers and weathers unworn

[Anonymous No.14028989]

>>14028955
I think you should keep it as a poem, just maybe add a stanza of very specific detail, or rework a line or two to that effect. It's really worrking pretty well as is, but runs the risk of being a bit generic, in my view.

>>14028958
hmm. now that i'm reading again i'm not seeing much in the way of extraneous syllables. "taciturn line of footprints," might be a stretch though. The use of "surmising" also sticks out, although it flows just about well enough.

[Anonymous No.14028992]

Drinking and singing and crying then laughing

If I had a reason I’d die for it yelling

Days stretch and then break off onto something

Twisting and sterling stems soar through grey earth

White gloved paupers blowing kisses for angels

Static crescendos decaying in brass horned dirges

Black clouds sinking into fire that’s folding

Oh brothers, where have I been falling

[Anonymous No.14028999]

The jesters song:

underweight and overdrawn
sing the songs of dying pawns
circus tents that plume and burn
twist the pole until it learns
over under never near
lift the air beyond whats clear
to the king within his crown
shapes the world upon his frown
across the seas beyond the sky
forever an hour until it dies
sip upon the holy cup
twice forever's not enough
slur the laws of fitted lies
underweight and over sized

[Anonymous No.14029002]

Help me lifeless stars and paint me a constellation
Of giants in fields of grey
where years are measured by the trails
of those who sign upon them
Forgetfully retracing everyday, every breath
My dreams never wake and there's no rest
Why cry for nothing? Why dream of anything?
Nights fold away and seas dry like tears

[Anonymous No.14029005]

Carved her joy from wooden playthings,
Enraptured by the town
That never gave the proper gems to grace her crown
She is intoxication,
To challenge roaring winds
That feed a darkest sea

Will she brave the storm?
Embrace the voice of reason crying out to be heard,
The great reveal to all that could be
That draws her gaze to every light that shines
Far beyond foreboding pines

[Anonymous No.14029011]

This one's pretty flawed but I figured I'd share it

Someone found a future in a shell closed with glue
where dreams never wake and there's nothing left to do
dusk as bright as day peered through the crack at dawn
and the moon has left as the world goes out of turn
where lonely in sacred sorrow wallow in self-spun prayer
as friendly fake fortunate souls in soft godless air
faces that rest on their hinges some more open than the sky
bearing books born by hands writ by men older than night
puppets that tamed their shadows long beautiful and dead
they read bohemian bibles forged of paper burning dark
to the amber coated god from a time left undone
with eyes dwelling in keyholes, and sight keener than wise
a day locked from within is all they'll ever find

[Anonymous No.14029021]

In the pinnacle sunbeam heavens
where blue washes the stars
are angels playing in ecstasy
upon harps of heathen's hurdle

I saw light from under shadow
rare diamonds crowned upon paupers
and tales of farther fantastic places
past cosmos in rapid recoil

But doubts are lead hearts hoping
armored and worldly and here in present
Trudging upon fields of gold spun soil
Within hapless sycophantic planet's songs

Cold fire surrounds the iris edges
around the lands of the saddest star
mumbled scars with sharp silvered tongue
within discordant kyrie's hymnal entrancing

In the fevered folk-some tricksters
souls of fury burning dimmer
with fiendish hypnotic cruelty
tortured halos broken by their lyrical love

upon the nadir denatured flotsam
orbiting rings in ethereal torment
around hallowed and the hollow harmony
the in-between of nowhere and everything

Unfolding things of monster's fear
spread secrets of insanity and unknowing
to those that gaze from peaks conquered
upon the lands of man and gods

[Anonymous No.14029026]

>>14028989
How can I add detail without being shallow or cliché? I don't want my ghost's motivation to just be "muh ethereal dick".

[Anonymous No.14029029]

The lily lilts as fire.
Singed as the wilting sun.
Tattered ribbons feather.
Forsaken, frayed in their bed.

[Anonymous No.14029051]

>>14028922
The frost burnt grass poem was me trying to capture the feeling of my hungover commutes to work. Grey, cold yet the feeling of being alive as a reminder of beauty.

[Anonymous No.14029056]

>>14028088

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

– “The Orange,” Wendy Cope

[Anonymous No.14029086]

>>14028422
>not garbage
Well bois we've done, fpbp theory has been successfully proven

[Anonymous No.14029099]

>>14028088
I'm always reluctant to post my shit here. If it's bad or overly personal shit that I wouldn't ever put in a book, why share it? If it's really good, I don't want to share because I plan on self-publishing one day.

[Anonymous No.14029106]

>>14028864
Is this about incest?

[Anonymous No.14029107]

>>14029086
You made my day anon; I wish you nothing but good luck and even better keks.

[Anonymous No.14029117]

>>14029106
Yes, it is. A lot of my poetry is about my father

[Anonymous No.14029135]

Jasmine for Claustrophobia

I would listen for god as a child
With ear turned upward
Like a ditch asking all of rain

Wash hurt from mom
Wash in security
Give me her pain, I love her

We had a yellow kitchen.
It was so loud one night.
I put the fridge between
My weakness
And what was happening to her again

She is so quiet
She is Heracles

I took to mountains for honesty
I mastered my weight against myself

Sometimes I noticed the thick of gravity.
What could only be claustrophobia

My inability to hold all the rain
It seeped into my lungs.
As endeavors unveil
I call their smell yellow jasmine

Like the streetlights
I call their glow the hum of god

[Anonymous No.14029152]

The coomer strokes and beats his meat
Till his eyes grow dark and cold

The coomer cooms himself to sleep
He’s young but his spirit is old

The coomer awoke to beat his meat
To coom another day

He’ll die having coomed his whole damned life
Knowing that he’d wasted his days away

[Anonymous No.14029251]

>>14028864
Another one I wrote on the same subject

There are hallways within me,
dark twisted things hung with portraits of
the little girl that I used to be.

A wolf lingers there --
heavy and smoke-smelling, panting
and hungry. He watches.

He always watches.
He watches me walk through those
haunted corridors, and when I see him

I howl, and howl, and howl.
Painful, mauled-creature yowling
that says:

“Leave me alone, Papa,
leave me alone! Your hunger
I cannot stomach.”

[Anonymous No.14029414]

>>14028088
A round for the lost and the fallen,
A round for these friends of mine,
That we may remember we knew them,
And when we fall be remembered in kind.

[C.W Smith No.14029842]

On vacant streets I drag my feet
So I don’t have to hear none
No silence
No loneliness
No lovely peace
All under the moon
Echoes remix the scraping footsteps
And to my door
I sigh with no welcome home

[Anonymous No.14029981]

When granny died
My daddy cried
Does he not know
Of heaven?

On clouds so white
She sleeps each night
With me and mom
And Kevin.

[Anonymous No.14030409]

>>14029135
Y'all can I get at least one critique this time

[Anonymous No.14030477]

There was a man
Who had a plan
His name was Adolf H

His plan was bad
Or so they said
He caused a big outrage

And in the end
He said "Abend"
And put himself to sleep

And over the hedge
At heaven's edge
Merily did he leap

And over the hedge
At heaven's edge
Merily did he leap

***

And the moral of the story:
Germany became Gerfew
And all thanks to the Jew

[Anonymous No.14030500]

>>14029135
I don't like it very much. It's too emotional without being emotionally stimulating. The imagery is too high-strung. Maybe write it again when you are clear headed. Maybe go for simpler imagery. The more emotional a subject matter is, the more you should avoid emotionality.
I don't write poetry and I don't spek english, so take my judgement with a flake of pepper.

[Anonymous No.14030505]

cont.

I wrote >>14029981 and >>14030477. So judge my judgement by my deeds.

[Anonymous No.14030527]

I’ll try and come up with something before class starts

The greatest gift of all
Is sunrise in the fall
Amber glory against the sky
There is no greater sight for eye

First days of the season’s chills
Gentle winds sweep the hills
Tall grass sprouting through the snow
Life’s resilience for all on show

But with these comes the morning fogs
Slurry streets and pavement bogs
And at the end the beauties melt
But maybe not so great were the glories felt.

[Anonymous No.14031227]

Boredom blooms -
Poem for a space of time -
Monkey flower

[Anonymous No.14032257]

The poetry thread wants to die
But like a burn victim it survi-

[Anonymous No.14032336]

I don't usually write vertical poems. This is a sonnet.

[Anonymous No.14033099]

>>14028088
Why should i write for free?
There may be a time
when i need ev´ry rhyme
to achieve my goal to see
A table full of delicious meals
and medicine that really heals.
So share your thoughts on this
i might rather go back to >>>/his/

[Anonymous No.14033102]

>>14028088
hmm

[Anonymous No.14033131]

>>14028727
thanks

[Anonymous No.14033163]

>>14029135
Interesting, especially like the 6th and 7th stanza

[Anonymous No.14033342]

Soot-pushing:

I push on soot—
Smears form on the globe of my eyes
Water wells up from the latent clefts
Soaking the soot that had stained my sight

Now, stippled blurs topple once-certain masses
Convex shades dance around in this dribble

Then—
Bleeding out and bursting forth
All becomes one in a mosaic of light

This stream—
A delta stretching down these cheeks
Over the rubble that burned down and made ash
Mixing now with the fluid and making grey-blackish mud

Yes, all becomes one
As soot is pushed out
And water fills the now-vacant lot—
Merging and murking and staining my sight

[Anonymous No.14034136]

Muffled voices between the walls
Mother’s stomping through the halls
Late into the night she calls

Mirror into the past
Shows us that at last
This life’s always been half mast

Flying into a rage
All this seems fit to wage
For a little mistake on the page

Late into the night she cries
Awfully thin are our ties
I love you and my soul dies

An escape from the pain
But all of it in vain
Cause I’ll never see her again

[Anonymous No.14034463]

I wrote this haiku in High School

He's a ladies man
Women call him Superman
Man in the mirror

[Anonymous No.14034969]

I don’t feel at all

the coals alight underneath

my hand, feet, and breast

If I had I known would I stay?

The cold air greeted me.

[Anonymous No.14035440]

poets are those who muddy the water to make it look deep

[Anonymous No.14035459]

>>14035440
Poets are those who call muddy water muddy. I once saw a philosopher putting a crystal cup into brown shlick and exclaiming in delight: "Now THIS is water!"

[Anonymous No.14037035]