I'm 16 never posted anything anywhere, just want to hear opinions
If one day one is found
Lost in time
Surround
By what some may say its easy
While others might find it cheesy
And unworthy
Of potential and time
Well to that i'd say there's never a time
For me to be found
Lost in nature
After long walks
And increasingly complex thoughts
One keeps finding himself
And keeps not caring
About him or someone else
About the one one truly adored
About the one one truly cared for
The one one found amazing
The one one found caring and loving
It's the same it was before
He was lost in time
For not caring
And won't ever will
Begging for his life
A gun pointed to his face
He is to me just some more waste
One more found dead
In the ends of the world
While others find in his murder
Taste
Here he is
Bent on his knees
Begging for his please
God mustn't have seen
That the poor man has seen
The thing he could never find
The thing that made him lose his mind
His ashes and his life
His one love
His reason to try to shine
Is now about to be gone in the press of a trigger
His lifeline strays
It's the end of his days

What's the best way to interpret new ideas on becoming a better writer and deepening my craft?

I’ve been writing poetry for as long as I can remember. Just want to read new poetry, see new ideas and get feedback on what I write! Would Love to get to know my fellow poets!

I live in Bonnie Scotland,
Away out in the sticks,
I kinda hate the English,
They're generally Pricks.

A friend brought me on to this sight, said its cool. Trying to get more comfortable with my writes, hope wandering through this place with her helps out.

Hi guys, I'm just here to get my mind blown away by words I guess. of course I hope I can do the same for you...blow you away

I am not the color of my nails,
not even the color of my hair.
I am not my weight,
not even my five feet height.


I am not what I wear,
not even the way I leer.
I am not my looks,
not even how I cook.


I am not how old I am,
not even where I came from.
I am not my past,
not even who I once was.


I am my music playlist,
and the songs I can't resist.
I am the books that I read,
and the stories inside my head.


I am my late night thoughts,
and the demons that I've fought.
I am the places I want to go,
and the things I want to know.


I am the movies I love to watch,
and the scenes I try to act.
I am the plot I want to write,
and the procrastination I want to fight.


I am the poems I make,
and the words I align for rhyming's sake.
I am what I think of the galaxy,
and the meteors I want to see.


I am what I draw,
and the sketches of my flaws.
I am my set of hobbies,
and my disturbing clumsiness.


I am a puzzle without a clue,
I am my own point of view.
I am not what you think of me,
I am what I want you to see.

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This is how I actually introduce myself on web whenever I'm being asked to introduce myself. Hope we all get along well :)

Teenager, i don't really like the thought of people reading my work as i'm afraid it's shit, but I guess there's only one way toate find out
Demons
I get up every morning
Hating myself,
My very existence,
My very essence.
But I get on with my day
Trying to distract myself
From the reality
I'm too scared to face.
But
At any random moment
My demons find me
Torturing me every step of the way
With no one but me seeing them
No one believing me about their existence.
But I've seen them
And they don't resemble my fears
They look like actions I can't take back.
They look like people who I loved
Who'll never forgive me
And they're right.
Sometimes these demons give me a break
Only to come back
At the worst possible moments
In the worst possible ways.
I can hear their voices saying
"The world's better off without you"
"Come on do it"
But I never have the guts
I guess I'm just a coward,
And the world's a worse place for it.

My intro: single mom who struggles
and thrives at the same time. Had enough of the rat race and sick of big business running this country and suppressing the poor. Hurts my soul. Writing is the only thing that makes me feel hopeful...oh yeah I like profanity, so if you're offended by it fuck you.😂❤😘

Title: Lost in the game

What it's like to be poor?
It fuckin sucks,
every day you wake up
Outta luck
And the world's fucked up
So you can't catch a break
You need a break
Cause youre about to break
But you cant
You got ends to make

In my opinion
This is what creates hate
Plus they don't educate
that ain't my fate ,but face it,
world's moving at a faster pace
Ain't no time to waste,
No time to wait
no time to make
What it takes
to escape the rate race

So I pontificate
But only to those awake
Who can't erase the fake in the way
And can relate to the things I say

Id rather die than reside in disguise
Aside a pile of pride, you and I
Two of a kind, decide to defy
And lies define intentions behind
I refuse to be blind,
Darkness shines in your eyes
So I reprise my will to rise

Guess all I can do is examine the past. Hello all who are trying to write a way through the process

Hey! Just introducing myself. I'm Harry. I've been writing for a while now and considering publishing my first chapbook this year. But I wanted to begin to get my work out there for some critique. I've done this before, but I'm going to try to be more consistent about it. I hope you enjoy what I have to offer.

Salutations, I am very excited about joining this writing community to network, share, and read with you all! Please feel free to read the first two poems I have submitted. A little about me, I have been writing poetry since middle school as a way to vent. I began developing my own voice and creativity over the years. I admit I had fell off for some time due to several aspects and struggles in life causing writer's block. But I am now trying to focus more on self and cultivating my art. Looking forward to meeting you all. My favorite poets are Edgar Allen Poe, Emily Dickinson, and Robert Frost. My favorite book is Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. And I am also a lifestyle blogger. I am also in the process of becoming a vegetarian. Feel free to check out more of my work that I have yet to share on this site and my blog posts on https://gypsysoull.wixsite.com/thegypsysoull. Peace xx.