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Poetry Automated Taglist!
by tommy
Last post
 September 7th
...See more Welcome to the Poetry Taglist This thread is an auto-updating list. The list is regularly updated by forum leaders and can be found below. Having issues? Reply below and someone will help you! Why should I join the taglist? ✔ Never miss out on sub-community check-ins, discussions or events ✔ Get tagged and notified by community leaders whenever a new relevant thread has been posted ✔ Become a more active member of the community. What do I need to do? ✅ To add yourself to this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please add me. ❌ To remove yourself from this taglist, press the Post to Thread button below and write the exact words Please remove me. ------------------------- Current taglist as of 21 Sept  (updated by @ComradeRuhi) @burningRain127 @HarmonyBlossom @HatsEatYou @HealingTalk @juliak1968 @LoveMyMoonflowers @Rareshadow666 @ShySmiler @tommy @Torean @YourCaringConfidant @mytwistedsoul @nessapressure05 @sadcat13 @MunchkinBerry @limegreenKiwi7397 @incredibleRainbows2036 @Est3lle @BelovedMe @unassumingEyes @iloveyouxx @enthusiasticBeach8170 @WondersWhispers @Redpanda2419 @peachPear727 @Fallenstar24
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Nightmare of first day of school
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 22 hours ago
...See more Nightmare of first day of school Time to go back to school when was a child it was first day of school most kids excited to be back to see their friends but for me it was not a happy time at all the teasing and ones being mean to me was not due to anything I did at all their reason was I spent part of the day in the resorce room but to then that was a good reason to make fun of me why why are some kids so mean to other looking back I see myself as a child alone or being teased teachers at times were as bad as the kids the comments and punishments came from them a lot just see the child I was smiling on the outside but on the inside hurt and sad due to all they did a child in the wind being blown about by the actions of others
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maybe next time
by tatumiscool12
Last post
 September 10th
...See more 7 sep 2026 "maybe next time" the girl said. her friends were getting tired of it. everytime. "do you want to go clubbing with us?" "maybe next time." "do you want to go to the mall with us?" "maybe next time." but the thing was there was never a next time. she slowly pushed her friends away until, finally, they snapped. "why don't you ever want to do stuff with us? was it something we did?" she stood still, in shock. she'd pushed her only friends away. the only people who still cared for her. "i'm sorry." it's all she could say. other words disappeared from her mind. from that day forward, none of them talked to her. that was, until their high school reunion. the friends, they were beautiful while she had looked like she threw herself away. everyone was talking. "guess she did stay in her room all these years." someone snickered. nothing had been the same since what had happened and she was the one getting blamed for it. yes , i know it doesn't make sense .
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Exile Among the Living
by Tulipsmile
Last post
 September 9th
...See more I leaned upon a branch I deemed my shield and stay, But it snapped, crushing my bones along the way. A towering roof I built within my trusting sight, Crumbled down, turning all my affection into blight. Woe to the crowd who view my bleeding scars as art, Pouring their bitter blame into a wounded heart. They cry: "Ungrateful!", but they never knew the cost, Of a life bled dry, and the inner peace I lost. Yet in the lands of the departed, pure fountains used to flow, Healing my thirsty soul, easing every blow. The light has vanished, the last reflection died away, Leaving me in exile, wandering astray. O you who said: "Within your palm lies my only cure, You left, and no remedy can make this spirit pure. A sacred trust upon my neck weighs heavy like a chain, I strive to guard its memory through this crushing pain. My torment is to love a shadow that withdrew, And live like an orphan among a ruthless crew. by Tulipsmile
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I'm Sorry Mother....
by RadwaMoses22
Last post
 September 9th
...See more I'm sorry Mom that I'm going to ***. I'm sorry dad that loving is a sin. I can't control it so why am I blamed? Is it my fault that her eyes are prettier than a paint . Please don't hate me, I'm sorry I will marry a nice man at the end. I will choose to die while I'm living because loving someone is apparently a disgusting sin. I was stupid I know. I thought people would be "wow okay", I knew it was like a kill. Will they believe I'm no sinner? Mother . Do I date a guy to shove em away? Do I go insane till they beg me to stay? Why is loving a sin? I genuinely don't know. Why is it so hated? I'm horrified, you know. Terrified.... ......... My nervous system is *** scared. Why can people hate you or be disgusted when you love someone only, and not by choice too? Am I going to *** Mother? But what if my heaven was on Earth? What if *** was what I deserved??
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TW From silenced to a voice
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 August 25th
...See more From silenced to a voice To be hurt and abuse then unseen by others smile and acted ok look as if everything great the abuse hidden from all it masked by the appearance of a perfected family but that not make it any less then it is words said actions done are not always seen axcuses for the bruises and other marks but no one know the truth of them no one see the crying within years later when the child a adult still not believed by ones who know them as a child words like you was always smiling and joyful your family was always cheerful and happy but they not know the things that went on at home they do not know the screaming, hitting and other things they only see what they want to see only believe what they want to believed but that not make what they believe the truth at all crying with in the child did when young but now all grown up they speak the truth of it all no longer afread to say the truth as the truth they lived was *** but they a over comer always have been voices in the darkness bring light to truth of it all maybe another will hear their truth and not fear to tell their own truth a story unwritten can be written to help others one voice that was not heard can be heard now too
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Life and learning new things
by stormieandpaws
Last post
 July 24th
...See more trigger warning  Life and learning new things When I was small I see now what hurt the most what hurts me the most I feel was the things said to me your not sad your happy you have it better then I did when I was young you have nothing to feel sad about your just acting up and wanting attention I heard many other things that hurt so much what is a child to think when they really being told you not matter looking back I see myself when a child just wanting love and kindness with parents not giving it much at all I seeked it so much in the wrong places little one I was wanted love and to be treated nicely but looking back I see this sited me up to be abused but as a child any attention any thing that seemed like attention was seen as love even the abuse was at times seen as love but in the wrong way I was a child I had a child brain and way of thinking within that became a twisted idea of love sadly that lasted into adult life looking back I see that also set me up to marry a man that was abusive when abuse is all you know then it easier for others to abuse you healing work brings a new understanding to what love is also brings into life a new idea how one to treat you I so glad that I was awakened to truth about love and how ones to be treated new life that brought into being I am still learning and healing too kinda not sure this counts as a poem or just writing but wanted to share this with you all 
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bami
by cyanessence
Last post
 July 23rd
...See more to have vietnamese food so wonderfully prepared steeped in history shapes heart flavours develop as temperature changes hot food, that warms with aroma art in a dish would thaw my frozen tears even when cooled even when chilled by Winter winds *bami*
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serial lain
by cyanessence
Last post
 July 16th
...See more *serial lain* How make smoke go further Walk through - Would a bird thief steal a heart? Saw a crow litter so littered for crow Crumbs from bag on ground Paid for littered stolen with heart - Does cameraphone take photograph? Camera take photograph Are pictures worth words? Are words valuable? Worthwhile? Silence can be golden Does gold have price? Does camera steal? - Forgive and forget ...sure Lest we forget what was fought for Mass destruction destroys the masses Air holds, remembers, tainting the fields that feed
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not ok in my mind
by poetrybeginner
Last post
 July 11th
...See more It will all be ok they say.  But will it.  No seriously.  Will it all be ok.  Because if I hate my self this much  and I hurt my self this much  and if I don’t belong this much.  Am I even worth the wait.  The wait for it all to be ok.  Because all these sleepless nights are starting to drag on  and the tears which smother my face and pillow are getting tired But I can’t help it.  I can’t help that instead of waiting and persisting  I would rather for it all to be over.  to finally be calm.  At peace.  Because why wait when you know deep down it will never be over.  u know that.  U know that no matter how much changes  that feeling  that shiver  that thought  will never fully disappear.  And even though u hate it some little part of your self wants it.  It invites it in.  It likes it.  And this puzzle of why u want it hasn’t been completed and u can’t be bothered solving this mystery of why.  So u ignore the why.  The why am I like this.  The why did it start.  The why did I keep going.  And u turn it into how.  The how do u keep it bad.  How do u make it worse.  Because yes U can scream in ur head over simple things  The things people point out as normal normal.  And those people will think u are fine about those normal things to.  Because they still believe u are normal.  But another step is to unleash that scream.  Let them hear it.  Because only then, just maybe, they will pay a little more attention to how normal  u really are. 
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Moving Through Grief in Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop for Death
by mutiarasindy233
Last post
 June 23rd
...See more Moving Through Grief in Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop for Death Poetry often helps me understand the things that scare me, especially death. In the poem “Because I Could Not Stop for Death,” Emily Dickinson (1863) depicts death as a kind and patient figure, rather than something frightening. When viewed through the lens of Kübler-Ross's five stages of grief (1969), this poem reflects a shift in emotional response to death. The narrator experiences various emotional stages throughout the journey. This essay argues that Dickinson portrays death as a peaceful transition from denial to acceptance. At the beginning of the poem, the narrator is so immersed in her daily routine that she overlooks Death's presence. She says, “Because I cannot stop for Death, He kindly stops for me” (Dickinson, 1863). This line exemplifies denial, a concept described by Kübler-Ross (1969) as a means of evading painful truths. When my cat died years ago, I acted as if everything was fine and maintained my routines to avoid facing grief. Dickinson's gentle tone suggests that denial isn't necessarily a sign of panic but rather a result of preoccupation with everyday life. This realization helped me see that avoiding thoughts of death is a common human reaction, and I no longer feel ashamed of it. As the carriage moves forward, the narrator passes a school, wheat fields, and the setting sun (Dickinson, 1863). These images symbolize various stages of life and remind me of the bargaining and depression stages in Kübler-Ross's (1969) theory. I remember checking on my parents while they slept because I was afraid of losing them. I would observe their breathing and silently hope they would still be there the next morning. Like the narrator, I realize that I was trying to hold on to time and the people I loved. The slow movement of the carriage also reflects sadness and emotional exhaustion. The line “We move slowly; He does not know haste” (Dickinson, 1863) implies that time continues to pass regardless of our feelings. While writing this essay, I often felt overwhelmed by assignments and stayed awake until early morning to finish them. Kübler-Ross (1969) explains that depression is part of accepting difficult experiences. This poem reminds me that moving forward slowly is still progress. At the end of the poem, the narrator says, “Since then, centuries have passed, yet / It feels shorter than a day” (Dickinson, 1863). This symbolizes acceptance, the final stage of the Kübler-Ross (1969) model, acceptance. Over time, I realized that all my fears about death, panic related to tasks, and worries about my parents were just my mind’s way of trying to control things that I could never fully control. The calm tone of this poem helps me realize that acceptance brings freedom and peace that resistance can never offer. Dickinson’s poem takes the reader on a full emotional journey from denial to acceptance, and writing this essay has helped me understand that my fear of death is part of the normal human experience. I believe that this is a valuable lesson for anyone struggling with anxiety about the future.   Dickinson, E. (1863). Because I could not stop for Death. Poetry Foundation. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47652/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-479 [https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47652/because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-479] Kübler-Ross, E. (1969). On death and dying. Routledge. https://doi.org/10.4324/9780203010495 [https://doi.org/10.4324/9780203010495]  
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The Cost of Blooming
by Solvane123
Last post
 June 21st
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TW Please let it stop
by duckylistens37
Last post
 June 20th
...See more I just want it to stop But it won’t Because the world keeps spinning even when you can’t move Because life has to go on even though yours couldn’t  I just want it to stop But it won’t Because the water still waves if you dr*wn And the bridge still stands even if you jump I just want it to stop But it won’t Because once the candle melts, it can’t be lit again Because once you choose to do it, you can’t be brought back to life I just want it to stop But it won’t Because the kn*fe can be cleaned but your arms can’t  Because the rope doesn’t get punished for holding you up I just want it to stop But it won’t  Because even though you’re gone, I’m still here Because even though I’m alive, I’m not actually living  I just want it to stop But it won’t and never will Because no begging, or crying, or screaming can ever bring you back And I’ll never forgive myself for that

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