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Edited 26th February 2:39pm
Star1973 Linda
Hello Fellow Poets
I have been a poet my whole life. I have slipped out of the poet scene for years now, but I am back in the game and know my calling for poetry will not stop haunting me until I give in...I have challenged myself to write a poem every day if not more, which will keep me in the habit. I seriously needed a poet community. I want to get to know many of you, read your poems and share my own. We shall see where the journey takes me.
25th February 10:20pm
StoryTeller
the beat of a heart while confused
my hands are shaking,
my fingers going a mile a minute.
my body is practically numb,
yet I can feel everything.
my mind's racing,
and my limbs are anticipating,
anticipating what?
anticipating something.
I don't understand,
I can't grasp it.
why am I stressing,
christ,
I feel like I'm confessing.
nothing is happening.
nothing is wrong.
but why?
why am I losing it?
the beat of a heart while confused,
it feels as if your body is running a marathon,
but despite the shaking,
I couldn't be more still.
everything is coming back to me now.
every heartbreak,
and pain.
every clean slate,
and game.
I said it before,
I'll say it again.
my mind is racing,
aching,
thirsting for something.
It's clinging to these memories,
searching,
sifting through them all.
the first time I broke down in front of my team,
the first time I felt ugly,
the first time I laughed with you,
the first time we hugged,
to the last.
my mind is breaking down,
it's shutting out.
instead of working normally now,
my mind is going back to when it last felt like this.
my hearts is reacting the same,
treating this moment in time and space like others,
but this is not like others.
this is new and old,
fresh and frozen.
the beat of a heart while confused,
its all the same,
except so much worse and better,
amazing and terrible,
beautiful and ghastly.
for my heart beats confused,
and I have yet to understand it,
and it doesn't understand either.
we are simply confused.
my fingers going a mile a minute.
my body is practically numb,
yet I can feel everything.
my mind's racing,
and my limbs are anticipating,
anticipating what?
anticipating something.
I don't understand,
I can't grasp it.
why am I stressing,
christ,
I feel like I'm confessing.
nothing is happening.
nothing is wrong.
but why?
why am I losing it?
the beat of a heart while confused,
it feels as if your body is running a marathon,
but despite the shaking,
I couldn't be more still.
everything is coming back to me now.
every heartbreak,
and pain.
every clean slate,
and game.
I said it before,
I'll say it again.
my mind is racing,
aching,
thirsting for something.
It's clinging to these memories,
searching,
sifting through them all.
the first time I broke down in front of my team,
the first time I felt ugly,
the first time I laughed with you,
the first time we hugged,
to the last.
my mind is breaking down,
it's shutting out.
instead of working normally now,
my mind is going back to when it last felt like this.
my hearts is reacting the same,
treating this moment in time and space like others,
but this is not like others.
this is new and old,
fresh and frozen.
the beat of a heart while confused,
its all the same,
except so much worse and better,
amazing and terrible,
beautiful and ghastly.
for my heart beats confused,
and I have yet to understand it,
and it doesn't understand either.
we are simply confused.
Written by StoryTeller
Read if you want
I was told to share poems here and for others to give feedback if they feel.
Try this one? It's kind of spur of the moment so
Try this one? It's kind of spur of the moment so
Edited 25th February 2:01am
SayQuois JeremyK
Un-publish a work? (SOLVED)
I discovered the answer to the following. As is often the case with me, a few more moments of my own searching and minimal attention, I found the answer in plain sight. For those who might have occasion to wonder the same thing, after editing the submission, there are two options: Modify (which submits your edited piece) and Delete (which removes the work from publication on the site. Duh!
Hi community. I published a work as a draft, hoping for some feedback while I worked on it. Now I'm finished it and just want to submit my finished version, but remove the work in progress. Not just do a final edit of the same submission. Possible?
Hi community. I published a work as a draft, hoping for some feedback while I worked on it. Now I'm finished it and just want to submit my finished version, but remove the work in progress. Not just do a final edit of the same submission. Possible?
22nd February 10:07pm
TheQ
Greetings
Looking for somewhere to meet anyone who's into poetry, as I only have one friend who is into it. I would much rather be part of a community. Not sure really where to start, I suppose I'll supply a little sample of something I wrote.
"Come the morning after, the cursed sunless days, alarm bells stole a few chapters from my dream's time to play. Awoke with a trembling feeling that trespassed my borders of slumber, imbued by a womans surefire thunder, crack an eye for a peek and there she lay. It was there and then that I wondered into our memory space. The days of summer and our deepest times of connect, contrasted with winter and its depressing perplex.."
I hope this is allowed.
Have a good day and I hope to meet each and every member.
"Come the morning after, the cursed sunless days, alarm bells stole a few chapters from my dream's time to play. Awoke with a trembling feeling that trespassed my borders of slumber, imbued by a womans surefire thunder, crack an eye for a peek and there she lay. It was there and then that I wondered into our memory space. The days of summer and our deepest times of connect, contrasted with winter and its depressing perplex.."
I hope this is allowed.
Have a good day and I hope to meet each and every member.
22nd February 1:36am
SayQuois JeremyK
IMPORTANT UPDATE!!
I have recently been promoted to "Lost Thinker". While I am deeply honoured, I confess that I struggle to see this as a promotion from "Strange Creature". More of a lateral movement, I think. An age-old effective trick! Neither "lost" nor "thinker" are very promising. Put together... dismal indeed.
But never mind! Onward and... sideways?
But never mind! Onward and... sideways?
