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simsgal2227
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Do any of you write poetry? I rarely do, but when I do, I do write when I have a set of pervading thoughts over a long period of time, and I just need to vent. I only ever write them in my notes app, but I look back at them from time to time.
They're nothing great as they're just for me, but I thought I'd share them anyway. I'd love to see yours too, even if they're not great, as I know mine aren't masterpieces either
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*** I just wrote this one in the span of two minutes...***
My life is leaving me
I can feel it going by faster and faster,
Leaving me as if it's accelerating.
My life is becoming memories,
Before I have a chance to live it.
I look at everything as if it's already gone.
I have no one to live my life with me,
As we're all in our own bubble.
Some bubbles may be close to my own,
But I still live in my own nonetheless.
I may be able to make other bubbles before my own pops,
But what should I really do before my own bubble pops?
***
Silence is absence,
A reality impossible to ignore.
You are forced to live
Your sheltered life
inside yourself,
Like you're a prisoner.
And you are,
Because there will always
Be a corner of yourself
Tucked away from everyone
But yourself.
This is where silence rules.
Still, somehow silence
Is a pervading presence.
Instead of nothing,
It is everything.
All your thoughts boil
When volume is mute.
Silence screams the truth.
So please, talk to me.
Break the silence,
Even if it's a facade.
****
I try to be fairly optimistic in my everyday life, different from how I usually think when I'm idle as is shown in these poems. However, this is really me, and I try to be authentic in my life, and do mention these and other thoughts when I can with people, but it's not something that can be talked about often or with everyone, even though I find myself thinking these thoughts frequently...
They're nothing great as they're just for me, but I thought I'd share them anyway. I'd love to see yours too, even if they're not great, as I know mine aren't masterpieces either
.*** I just wrote this one in the span of two minutes...***
My life is leaving me
I can feel it going by faster and faster,
Leaving me as if it's accelerating.
My life is becoming memories,
Before I have a chance to live it.
I look at everything as if it's already gone.
I have no one to live my life with me,
As we're all in our own bubble.
Some bubbles may be close to my own,
But I still live in my own nonetheless.
I may be able to make other bubbles before my own pops,
But what should I really do before my own bubble pops?
***
Silence is absence,
A reality impossible to ignore.
You are forced to live
Your sheltered life
inside yourself,
Like you're a prisoner.
And you are,
Because there will always
Be a corner of yourself
Tucked away from everyone
But yourself.
This is where silence rules.
Still, somehow silence
Is a pervading presence.
Instead of nothing,
It is everything.
All your thoughts boil
When volume is mute.
Silence screams the truth.
So please, talk to me.
Break the silence,
Even if it's a facade.
****
I try to be fairly optimistic in my everyday life, different from how I usually think when I'm idle as is shown in these poems. However, this is really me, and I try to be authentic in my life, and do mention these and other thoughts when I can with people, but it's not something that can be talked about often or with everyone, even though I find myself thinking these thoughts frequently...
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I don't think I should post them here though, cos they're a bit dark and probably inappropriate.
Korean spam bots
They are annoying as plum
Please ban them from here.
While I occasionally write formal/rhymed poems, I tend to prefer free verse as it seems you do as well. I enjoyed reading yours; I find both very relatable.
A few examples of my shorter poems (to keep this post from becoming too long, which could happen very easily, lol):
Watershed
Fluid and intuitive,
I am liquid, defined
By all the tears I’ve shed.
I am water—
So this is how I come to you,
Professing only a wish to sustain
With no thought of gain for myself.
I become essential to your existence
And seep deeply into the cracks
Of your stone-cold heart.
I freeze there—
Breaking you, breaking me.
***
Sky Canvas
Warm winds craft cloud art
Paintings shift, and drip and drift
Through blue-papered sky
***
Never-ending Bedtime Story
Green eggs and ham again today?
I’m wishing I could run away
But my duck feet just hop on pop
With cats in hats and fox in socks.
I’m sick of counting colored fish,
But no Grinch here will grant my wish
To free me from being enslaved
In this land of too many Daves.
Of all the places I could go,
Why am I here? I’d like to know.
I cannot wrap my tongue around
Such twisting vortices of sound,
But now I fear there is no use...
I am in he.ll with Dr. Seuss!
OUR WAR
The new bad and the dared evil
Gathered against lawful people,
Turn into one single dash
A layer of a crowned crowd dead.
Which march straight elected few,
Will versus antropic will;
Will not tend to clarify a way.
Delightful ineffective prayer
Brings no tomorrow back.
And some may say:
'That's a beautiful fake feast,
Next morning won't last.
The mighty will win,
The dark swallows the rest.'
Legacy Photomode
Laying down dead
Tears drop down my cheek
From babies to children to adults,
No one deserves to die
Death is amount us to take the day
We spend our last moments as a remembrance
And it goes away
I fear eyes of a small infant get beaten by its mother
A person getting killed during arrears for no reason
Teenager counting suicide because of a bully
An actor, carrying two children in his arms trying to their lives, get killed by an helicopter. All three of them dead.
A mother who saved her pushed her son, saving him from being crushed inside of escalator machinery
A young toddler getting ran over by a car
A teenager so pretty murdered by a guy
Boack people shot by a white man in a church
A kid shooting his grandmother inspired by a game
The list goes on and on, but I would rather not say
I wish it never happened anyway
We main prepare our selves for the morbid death
It will happen someday
Try to stay positive and don't get into harm's way
I think I understand what you mean by poems making your thoughts feel more important—for me, the act of writing them down makes me consciously acknowledge and process what I’m truly thinking/feeling atm; something I may not necessarily do otherwise. As for inspiration... sometimes it finds me, but more often than not it needs to be actively sought. Reading things I find thought-provoking leads me there more easily.
Agreed. While I love language and word choices are crucial, what a poem doesn’t state explicitly is well worth contemplating and can lead to some significant insights. What we *don’t* say is often as revealing as what we do. I used that basic concept in this poem:
***
Abridged
We sat in the middle of a crumbling bridge,
Our feet submerged in the stream,
Kicking up puffs of sediment from the bottom
Like underwater mushroom clouds—
Atomic swirls of sand that concealed the stream bed—
Changing everything. Changing nothing.
We spoke of how shallow the water was here,
But how it deepened further on.
We spoke of how the moon seemed so close,
Although it was far away.
We spoke of how heavy the humid air was,
Without a wind to take it somewhere.
Within veiled words, we reached out,
But our hands never touched.
When we left, we took the same path as before,
Going back the way we came,
Our wet footprints evaporating from the wooden planks
As we went nowhere.
***
Do you have any other poems you feel comfortable sharing? I'd be very interested in reading them if you do.
omg, what great poems!!! You have a gift! Post more
Had only one big toe
It was a long story
A little bit gory
You wouldn't want to know
Yayy
Playing the sims since 2012
I like it!
Lifes to flash
My Friend Darius drives a Super Car
But you'll be too far
(Ughhh my poetry isn't too good)
Silence is absence,
A reality impossible to ignore.
You are forced to live
Your sheltered life
inside yourself,
Like you're a prisoner.
And you are,
Because there will always
Be a corner of yourself
Tucked away from everyone
But yourself.
This is where silence rules.
Still, somehow silence
Is a pervading presence.
Instead of nothing,
It is everything.
All your thoughts boil
When volume is mute.
Silence screams the truth.
So please, talk to me.
Break the silence,
Even if it's a facade.
Not bad for first time - I see a future in this for me.
a nice encouraging little thing
My first one - just came to me like it was an image in front of me.
UM... This is the one I posted in my op post...
Right, so your game is to see if anyone realizes I wrote this or something?
That is spooky.
My home; my life; my everything.
Unfurling the passing of my beloved grandfather,
is fraught with shadowed tears,
within the consuming Armageddon of heartbreak,
Lies an emotional wrecking torture of upsetting besmears,
He has now become a motionless silhouette,
Immortalised only in our memories and heads,
And as the lamenting encounter descends,
We smile and portray happy pretends,
He gave us amusement and a lucrative horizon,
A sacred time until he entered heaven arising.
But soon the flame must dissipate, and the autumn leaves must fall,
Each star must fade away,
And each flower must wilter.
I realise now that family is not a bunch of relatives,
But rather it is a place ,
A place where you will never be harmed,
A place where no matter what,
You will always be loved and supported,
But most importantly, a place where you will always be safe and know that you are accepted for who you are and who you will become.
And as I say a farewell, grandfather, I reminisce about your being, a virtuoso; a problem solver; an inspiration.
Farewell my relative; my friend; my all,
Until we meet again...
oh I must have skipped it by accident. But my opinion is the same.
And it's not very nice to steal people's work and claiming them as your own.
Yay
Here's another one
My very foolish sim
Had a special whim
She wanted to cook
Using a recipe from a book
Well, things got a bit grim
Playing the sims since 2012
But today I'm horrid and spiteful.
Please fix your stuff,
Cos I'm so in a huff
And have totally just had enough!
http://mypage.thesims3.com/mypage/ddutoit
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LOVE IT
Playing the sims since 2012
How I long for the simple,
Happy filled days children experience.
Slowly children become teenagers,
And then adults,
And reality sets in.
Bittersweet reality.
Love and hate.
Knowledge or ignorance.
Choose your path,
And choose well.
You can change
Your choice if you'd like,
And your choice will define you.
They happened, but not as I believe.
I see them through a haze,
A glistening of idealization.
What I'd like to think of the past
Is not quite how it happened.
And as the present fades into the past,
I will long for a new presentt,
Forever longing for the past,
Hoping for the future.
I need to learn to be happy with now,
To see its shining silver edging.