Not always a poem

Thought i'd bring back some light amidst all this crazy

remember the times, when we would just share those
scribbles that never made it to become a poem?

I now call them "struggling verses"..because that's what they are. Anyone have some to share?

here's one of mine trying to make it...i'm just not sure what to do with the poor thing

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On a normal day, I feel like I have known you all my life.
even if you don't say my name sweetly, even if I am the first
one to reach out. I doubt I cross your mind as often as you do mine. On a bad day, I'm more realistic and you are indeed an enigma. just a body carrying a soul and not the other way around.

won't you come sit by me, won't you tell me what's bothering you?

There will never be a time when
I am not yours, never a time when the
Rise and fall of your chest while you
Lay next to me doesn't fill me
With a ultimate peace at 3am
Whilst half the world sleeps
And the other half war.

Love your verse btw!

Hey you, river up. Flow.
Build your own current.
Travel across mountains.
Enrich your surroundings.
Make those around you
become greener with life.

Loving all these verses!

when the morning songbirds
that sit perched upon the
maple branches that rat-a-tat
on your window pane,
decide to fly south
to warmer pastures -

I'll be there to recite their melodies.

Lay me down upon a riverbed
Of memoirs, where melodies
Drop slowly from a slumbering
Rain shower-
Cry within a morning sunrise,
Smile by night, by light of a
Silver Moon.

I don't right now but these are fabulous.

These all need to be posted as full and complete poems immediately. Jk, do what you want. This is brilliant. I have so many. On my phone, will post a few now:

You fell through me, quick like sand on the ocean floor, receded quicker and dissipated with the distant sun rays licking the waves

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Out of one, into another
There's a chain of dependence
Of falling into someone else
A web I'm caught up in
Out of one, into another
I am selfish and selfless for the same reasons

Just be light
I can be light as long as I'm not being fooled
I'd rather be a heavy fool

<3

look at us, making PnQ great again

Great stuff

I have this from a few days ago, thought I would try to churn something out;

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Zilchaphobic

I am nothing for I have no hatred
sidelined because of a minor role
somebody needs to unscrew my head
then pour some rhetoric in there

lilo floating boredom
observing a world of tribulation
posted to this middle ground
eternal procrastination ....

..............

that is as much as I had, choppy and beginning to rhyme.

not my cup of tea

'Be strong like water,'
my grandmother says
The rock breaks, cracks against itself
Thrown by tempestuous waves
pounding like a battering ram, while
water veins through thick and thrush
writing itself into history
'Be strong like water'
The smallest of cracks etching
and warping wood, bursting dams,
erupting like a blue volcano
Water
If you are strong like water,
you can drown wildfire
cleanse of sweat and sin

(got stuck there and was unable to finish)

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Moth

'The pull of the moon.'
I've heard this spoken by women who are witches;
supernatural creatures connected to lunar motions.
But I'm drawn to the sun like Helios' golden child.
Night, my vacuum; starvation of spirit,
while warm rays heal and renew me.
If I could melt into the white hot, molten orb,
I would choose so over the tides ... (lost it here, didn't know where to go)

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You will know when it's nearly over.
When I have hidden in caves for months,
digging, dirt embedded under fingernails,
coated sludge up to my elbows, shoulders,
and all over my face, there or not, it still is THERE.

Digging dark, deep, darker, deeper,
down into the earth to escape you, and
damning the light and things you call beautiful.
Women you have called beautiful, but never me.

I'll drown my ugly body in the tarred puddles of hell beneath the sea.

(Wasn't sure how this would be received^)

Holy moly Jane................

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I think there must be a God,
I also think he is like any other man
he doesn't have the time
of the day, for women who
look like me

If I ever feel the Earth tremble,
It would be because love came
to move my world for me

It would feel as if the gates of heaven opened
As the Earth quakes and shakes
And as people stop their madness
To see the brightest of the lights meet their eyes

Imagine all gathered up in circles, hand in hand,
Like a human chain, standing around heavens gates.
All prepared to meet the judgement day
Together, supporting each other, helping one another,
Not letting a single one end up in Hell

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When you see the sea and a poem,
It makes you wonder doesn't it?

Waves of thoughts begin to form...
you can't help but noticed
that the majority of people prefer Poetry that is raw...

It's as if writing or reading a poem creates the effect as if those written words form waves that come towards the shore of a sheet of paper...

And if the reader is unprepared, those waves can ebb him back to where the waves came from

and simultaneously drown him in a sea of thoughts

Lovely verses, guys.

An orphan of a poem
tries to grow up
find a metaphor
and win the weekly
but is left as secret awesome turd
to be admired in a thread
instead.