Other Reads: Daily Reads | Recommended | Audio | Genres | Newspaper Submissions
poetry
Smudged
Submitted by ErinL.3 on Mon, 05/20/2013 - 7:03pm- ErinL.3's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Sticky Note
Submitted by Kyrridwen on Thu, 04/04/2013 - 7:11pm
The world is like
a sticky note.
Covered in an
adhesive coat.
Things seem to
stick around.
Even if they were lost
So as never to be found.
That Taunting Spider
Submitted by Ardoise on Fri, 03/29/2013 - 8:18pm
All the memories,
All the days gone by,
All the hours I spent with you,
Are gone.
Because everything that was right,
Was wrong.
Everything that I knew to be true,
Was nothing more than a well spun lie,
By the spider that taunted me from its web,
Where it looked down upon me and smirked,
Because it knew. Read more »
Body Language (The Fight)
Submitted by giordanoce on Wed, 02/20/2013 - 10:41pmI’m not sure at the moment,
if I can really hear you,
your lips and all your mouth is Read more »
- giordanoce's blog
- Login or register to post comments
A Rant/Poem About Texting
Submitted by Whimsy on Thu, 02/07/2013 - 11:26pm
I hate texting more than you will ever know
It’s impersonal, time consuming, and disruptive
You don’t hear the other person
You don’t see the other person
All you get is a terrible end product filled with “LOLZ”
I hate it. I HATE it. I HATE IT.
I’m having a nice conversation their phone vibrates
A finger goes up “just give me a minute”
I’m here.
Flesh and blood before your eyes
And you’re talking to that improper idiot
Who seems capable of only one word replies
It’s crazy how people subject themselves to this,
These twisted rules that comprise of
When to use a smiley
How long to wait to respond
Lack of proper punctuation
Mandatory mutilation of the English language
It’s insanity
A waste of time
Taking five minutes to try to word
Tweak, modify, re-word
Something that could have been said in 20 seconds
It actually confuses me
I will concede
Texting has a time and place
During class, in a restaurant, when parents are around
It’s perfectly acceptable when trying to be discrete
But when I’m with you
And we’ve both taken a seat
Please be considerate
*buzz buzz*
brb just give me a minute
- Whimsy's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Pretense of Poetry
Submitted by ErinL.3 on Fri, 01/25/2013 - 1:42pmThey want words
They want elequent words
They want twisted, heartwrenching words.
I give them words.
They want sentences
They want flowing, blending
Writhing sentences
Like snakes; twisted snakes
Writhing, snakelike sentences.
I give them sentences.
They want poetry
They want something to make the numbness disappear.
They want a replacement for that dark, void of a hole.
They want something to make them laugh.
They want something to make them cry.
I pretend that
I give them poetry.
I wish for elequent words
And writhing, snakelike sentences
Sentences that link together
And give us poetry.
I wish for an idea
To give me words
And sentences
I wish for an idea
So that I can pretend
To give them poetry.
- ErinL.3's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Stupid
Submitted by alphabetsoup on Fri, 01/11/2013 - 9:50pmIf I gave you photos,
would you throw them away,
like you did with me?
Would you laugh at my stupidity?
Thinking you'd enjoy something I've made,
what a fool I've become.
- alphabetsoup's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Four Words, Thirteen Letters
Submitted by Samiam on Sun, 12/23/2012 - 5:38pmI don't know what there iS lefT
to say to you,
but I hope one day we wiLL get the chance
to sort this mess out.
LOng days pass, and i just wish that
eVErything turned out differentlY.
This Open ended sentence
is driving me crazy.
If I never Utter another word to you again,
I just want you to know:
snow
Submitted by minecraftman1 on Fri, 12/14/2012 - 11:23am- minecraftman1's blog
- Login or register to post comments
snow
Submitted by minecraftman1 on Fri, 12/14/2012 - 11:23am- minecraftman1's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Sleeping Beauty
Submitted by Samiam on Thu, 12/13/2012 - 11:47pmMy palms are open,
my heart is open
and my doors are open
to you and your words
which will probably fill me
with no good.
My thoughts are closed,
my veins are closed,
my eyes are closed;
I am still waiting for you
to wake me
from my sleeping beauty nightmare.
- Samiam's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Man vs. Machine: Edgar Allen Poe
Submitted by wingpoet on Thu, 12/13/2012 - 11:16pmHello everybody, and welcome back to another round of Man vs. Machine! I got a lot of good feedback on last week's episode (starring Emily Dickinson, who defeated Robopoem with her mad writin skillz), and by request, this week's poetic pugilist is...Edgar Allen Poe!
Edgar Allen Poe, much like Dickinson, seemed destined to be little more than a local storyteller, although he became quite popular in certain venues. He is credited with scores of short stories and hundreds of poems, and is considered the father of the modern crime novel. As a lover of all things sinister and macabre, he no doubt would have relished the chance to go toe-to-toe with a faceless, soulless, deathless, all-knowing opponent such as Robopoem.
So strap up, Mr. Poe; let's see if you've still got it. Our human competitor will start us off with his 1846 poem, "A Valentine":
- wingpoet's blog
- Login or register to post comments
A Love Poem
Submitted by Samiam on Tue, 12/11/2012 - 9:42pm- Samiam's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Winter
Submitted by Samiam on Tue, 12/11/2012 - 6:50pm- Samiam's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Counting the Seconds
Submitted by Samiam on Sun, 12/09/2012 - 6:06pmThese endings that come before beginnings
only screw with my mind.
Why is it dawn and dew
before I have even
fallen asleep?
I needed
the
time to sleep.
Now there are
only pressures of this
new day, and all of it's
lies before I found out the truth.
Preconceived ideas. I never doubted you,
but now this love is over before we even kissed.
I can't love someone who doesn't understand
grains of sand
and
how
they
land.
Man vs. Machine: Emily Dickinson
Submitted by wingpoet on Wed, 12/05/2012 - 10:34pmOk, so people seem to think I should make this a weekly thing, so I will!
Robopoem: a soulless, tireless machine programmed with one goal: to create the best poetry possible. And it will not rest until it has accomplished it's primary function. It has access to the entire English language, from Old English to modern slang. It can generate more words in a matter of seconds than most humans could write in a lifetime. What mere human can stand against it?
Enter Emily Dickinson. A shy, reclusive girl from Massachusetts, Dickinson never received much attention for her work in her lifetime, but has since become revered as one of the greatest American poets in history. A tremendously prolific writer, she authored some eighteen hundred poems during her career, many of which have been immortalized in the literary canon.
So who will prevail? Man (or woman, in this case)...or Machine? You decide.
Ms. Dickinson will start things off with "Hope is the thing with feathers":
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Cold Heart
Submitted by Samiam on Sun, 12/02/2012 - 12:37amA cold heart
is no good.
It can't beat.
It only breathes mascara and cigarettes.
Frigid and empty;
snowflakes clotting icy veins;
cold blooded.
Shivering underneath the December sky,
the twinkling prisms
and diamonds
burned out.
All that is left is a cold heart.
- Samiam's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Daydreams
Submitted by Samiam on Sun, 12/02/2012 - 12:21amI don't want daydreams
or night dreams.
I want real life
with you here
with me
with you
and your hands
with the fingers that fit perfectly
with my own.
I don't want cold salty tears.
I want the ocean
and the pounding surf
that makes us seem so small
in a world that proved to be too big for us.
I don't want doors closing that led to other open ones.
I want you
at my door
with flowers
and an apology
for why you took so long.
- Samiam's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Contrast
Submitted by samber122 on Fri, 11/09/2012 - 10:55am
Light and dark, good and bad,
The two can mix all too easily in this world that is mad.
These two can become extremely hard to distinguish,
One doesn’t always know whether a choice will illuminate the dark, or the light, extinguish.
Sometimes a good choice will lead to bad,
Sometimes a good choice isn’t to be had.
Sometimes when you try to light the night,
The light doesn’t work, and the dark wins the fight.
“Go with your gut,” many people say
When you’re confused, and can do naught but pray.
But what if your gut is also confused?
Does it have its own “gut” to trust when it doesn’t want to lose?
Between light and dark is gray,
Neutral, safe, a good place to be, many say.
In the gray lies compromise, safety, and never gut-choices,
But if our world was only gray, would we even have voices?
- samber122's blog
- Login or register to post comments
The Poetry in Calloused Hands
Submitted by Wild Child on Thu, 11/01/2012 - 10:10pm
With word insufficient
there seems nothing
else to do but to
write
Words spell out
emotions and
finally I see what I
feel
The poetry in the callouses
of your hands Read more »
- Wild Child's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Silly Writing Habits
Submitted by Lexie on Fri, 09/28/2012 - 5:09pmWho's on first?
Who's on second?
Who knows?
I don't care!
Silly stage act
Of Costello and Abbott
Butter, milk, yogurt, and cheese
I eat them any time I please
A must have when I climb rocks
Is those Darn Tough socks!
One thing in common
Is their name of Cabot
Kill the wabbit!
Kill the wabbit!
This funny little cartoon
A parody Wagner opera
Listening to Elmer
Causes bad speech habits
But as you can see
There are no guarantees
As the rain drops and plops
That my writing will stop
Even when I'm in Rabet
I have a writing habit
- Lexie's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Silly Writing Habits
Submitted by Lexie on Fri, 09/28/2012 - 5:09pmWho's on first?
Who's on second?
Who knows?
I don't care!
Silly stage act
Of Costello and Abbott
Butter, milk, yogurt, and cheese
I eat them any time I please
A must have when I climb rocks
Is those Darn Tough socks!
One thing in common
Is their name of Cabot
Kill the wabbit!
Kill the wabbit!
This funny little cartoon
A parody Wagner opera
Listening to Elmer
Causes bad speech habits
But as you can see
There are no guarantees
As the rain drops and plops
That my writing will stop
Even when I'm in Rabet
I have a writing habit
- Lexie's blog
- Login or register to post comments
The Good, The Bad, The Ugly Truth about Habits
Submitted by Lexie on Fri, 09/28/2012 - 4:14pmThere you are!
You help me
You hurt me
On to success
Or to failure
I can't seem to
Ever conrol you
But I can control
You all the time
Sometimes you're good
Sometimes you're bad
But most of the time
You're just my habit.
- Lexie's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Rain Dances
Submitted by Shea_Savage on Thu, 08/23/2012 - 10:25pmLightning flashes, distant clashes
Skies cry as neighbors make their dashes
Under shelter, it's not the same
As dancing in the pouring rain
Hair dripping, feet pounding
My clothing soaked through, it's astounding
Your gaze cuts through me, a slash of heat
Thousands of hands clap out the beat
Distant drum strokes, spinning lights
This lovely part of August nights
And you're pressing close, our dance begins
Breath blows warm on ocean skin
Bare feet scrape soft on pavement floors
Seeking something never yours
Our responsibilities worlds away
Feels like you were here to stay
Tripping now, clumsy hearts
Fall too hard, tumble apart
So sad our moment lasts only now
As knives of sun cut through the clouds
Summer breezes scatter traces
As people fall neatly in their places
You in yours and me in mine
And only raindrops still keep time
As our cover shatters, you are gone
As quickly as the blinding sun
Under shelter, it's not the same
As dancing in the pouring rain
- Shea_Savage's blog
- Login or register to post comments
House of Mirrors, House of Glass
Submitted by ObsidyanTheAmazin' on Sat, 05/05/2012 - 2:33pmThe house of mirrors.
The house of glass.
So similar,
so different.
Both give reflections,
yet one reveals whole truth,
while the other distorts it.
Dragons within the Souls
Submitted by Avadakedavra16 on Thu, 05/03/2012 - 11:09pmDragons fly within the souls of the worthy
They also fly within the world of the unworthy
But they chose not to show themselves,
For who within the unworthy shall appreciate their brilliance?
Dragons stay hidden within the realm of a dark sky
As they fly around the world looking for an unlucky snack,
And quicker than a ravenous hawk,
They strike and end their food’s life
And their hunger in one snap of their jaw.
As dragons know quite well,
The unworthy make the greatest food,
And posses the best bones that double as toothpicks!
So, if you have dragons within your souls,
You know that you shall not become food,
That when a dragon crosses your path in this world of unworthies,
You shall be passes over and live for yet another day.
New
Submitted by booklover on Fri, 04/20/2012 - 1:08pm
It's a new year outside and the air tastes like
treetops and laundry and wind and cotton clouds. Can you feel
all the escaped shadows that climbed out of their dusty cardboard boxes
and were beat into breeze with a broom on the porch? Their eyes and their
cloudy gray skin wash across the winding cities, draining down pipes and
between concrete cracks. The wind's hands will pull their crumbled shadow arms
in the dizziest dance they're ever known, around trees and boys and girls with
sun-bright hair. It will be a mad frenzy of dusty feet and frayed notes.
The wind breathes light and clean and warm, and let's forget,
let's forget, let's cut up cardboard shadows and fall in love. Let's pick up
a ripped brown leaf and a dead green leaf and let them fly, let's taste the sun and
breathe the sky.
- booklover's blog
- Login or register to post comments
VPR Selection -- Tuttle
Submitted by Lovebug on Thu, 04/19/2012 - 1:12pmby Paige Tuttle
(Editor's note: This was selected for publication on vpr.net. Each week YWP selects a top story to be highlighted by Vermont Public Radio. If you'd like your piece to be considered, RECORD yourself reading the piece and upload the mp3 the audio. Put in the keyword podcast. For more selections: http://www.vpr.net/program_archive/229/)
You may think I'm only good for writing words.
You may use me only for your advantage,
You might only pick me for my flower or smiley face pattern
But let me just say that I am more then just an utensil to help you get your task done.
You have no idea how much pain I have to endure just so you can sharpen me to the point.
Then I just break.
Then once again you sharpen me.
You sharpen and sharpen and sharpen me. Oh the pain.
You sharpen me until I am just a little stump.
Then you throw me in the plastic bag next to your teacher's desk.
In that bag I find comfort for only a short time. Read more »


