Post number #743568, ID: 19cde2
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(Poetry Exchange Thread, just post whatever you've been writing, or just come up with something on the spot.)
Luminous; my body without its organs, that passes through apparition wall and lies upon the tarmac.
The flesh shaping, receeding and reshaping like the smoke rising out, being between things.
Electric and patterned the stars in exile, in the life after death that exists in sight.
Post number #743575, ID: ef8aec
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(Do song lyrics count? Been a while since I've made any poems but I could drop a verse or something.)
Post number #743586, ID: 90f6ae
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strawberry tea and ash lungs (translation):
the smell of strawberry tea spreads through my room in every corner, in every hole, every little fracture or cleft where before there was nothing, now there is something and my lungs, once full of ash are now fully occupied by a familiar scent of strawberry tea it breathes through me and I feel at peace
Post number #743587, ID: 19cde2
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>>743575 (Anything you feel that fits in a verse format is fine! Songs & Poetry aren't really that different imo) >>743586 (This is really beautiful, there's such a nice sense of acceptance and calm in the last three lines)
Post number #743589, ID: ef8aec
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(Aight. I'll do one that doesn't need context then.)
Stuck in a fever dream, I'm tryna chase the light I'm bursting at the seems, I'm feeling terrified I'm 'bout to overheat, body is paralysed All insecurities, they should get undermined In this society Struggling? Say fuck to sobriety Hustling? Just drop it, pitch up to a higher key Living off minimum? Climb up the hierarchy Easy as that, huh?
Post number #743662, ID: 19cde2
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>>743589 (The sense of rhythm comes over really strong, even reading it in my head I can hear the pauses and how the silence fills in space in it. Idk your work has a really strong voice to it if that makes sense, I like it a lot!)
Post number #743669, ID: ef8aec
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>>743662 (Aw. Well, thank you! I've never really shared my lyrics like this before, so, I'm glad you liked it!)
Post number #743769, ID: 90f6ae
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>>743589 this is some good shit, I really like how it flows and the sense of rhythm is really good, 10/10
Post number #743774, ID: ef8aec
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>>743769 Thanks :) Might record and release the full song next week, but, not 100% sure yet. Might just save it for an album later this year.
Post number #743996, ID: 61829e
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In the living room, a Thursday morning. 2:00 AM, sipping grass jelly, serene. It’s unpackaged unconventionally, Opened from the bottom, and overturned. Both hands over keys, warm light is comfort.
i never finished this
Post number #743998, ID: 61829e
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>>743996 i fucked up thw formatting but it doesnt matter
Post number #744316, ID: 65b0b3
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>>743996 Ooh! I like that. It has kind of a mellow and comforting vibe to it. Very nice.
Post number #744317, ID: 65b0b3
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Also, I'll drop another verse here since the thread seemed to stall and I want to see more:
Post number #744318, ID: 65b0b3
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All this system and oppression shit, lil cunts feel inadequate, everyone be out of place and bigots run as candidates Me? Might seem I'm out of it, but I top the world and shit, I don't need common approval cause I'm gonna earn that shit Always gonna earn my tip Put in time and taking risks Put in work don't call it quits I won't be held back just 'cause the leaders here oppressive and they hatin' it In the streets making changes, while they up there and debating it
Post number #744361, ID: 19cde2
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>>743996 The imagery is really nice in this, it has a kinda tactile way of describing the scenery which I like a lot >>744318 The rhyming schemes are sick in this, I like how they join up in the middle of sentences & even reading it you can hear the emphasis on syllables
I'm just finishing my shift but I'll post something when I get back home, it's rlly cool that people are into this
Post number #744374, ID: 65b0b3
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>>744361 Thank you! I like trying out different rhyme schemes to see what sticks. I'll take it that this is a good one then.
Yes please! I'm excited to see more.
Post number #744788, ID: 19cde2
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Poem was too long to fit in character limit so it's in image format https://anarchism.space/system/media_attachments/files/105/371/408/543/526/114/original/85aa943ed92f8c4b.png?1607840096
Post number #744789, ID: 65b0b3
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>>744788 Fuck. That's bleak. Really well written though. It had some really vivid imagery and made me feel, like, helpless. Well done.
Post number #744864, ID: 079ac6
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I'm digging this thread. Here's something I wrote a while back:
Gallery of Mirrors
What is in a mirror? Your truest self, A dream unrealized. Hazy pools of honey.
A gray, rainy day Puddles, thoughts A mind unchained Memories once bloomed.
A portal to space. Stars like drops In a cosmic sea Behind cold glass.
Post number #744870, ID: c63b67
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>>744864 I'm never looking at a mirror the same way again.
Post number #745077, ID: 19cde2
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>>744789 Thanks, I'm glad the feeling comes across so well! It's definitely a grim read tho lol
>>744864 Ahhh this is really nice! The tone rolls really nicely, one line into the next. Definitely feels like a poem best read aloud.
Post number #745114, ID: 4e0ab2
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So, I have a question. I posted >>743589 a little bit back, and things are moving faster than expected. As in, full thing might release tomorrow. Would you poetry g/u/rls be interested in me posting it here?
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Luminous;
my body without
its organs,
that passes
through apparition wall
and lies upon the tarmac.
The flesh shaping,
receeding and reshaping
like the smoke
rising out,
being between things.
Electric
and patterned
the stars in exile,
in the life after death
that exists in sight.