Hey! Please tell us in a short, original poem either how things are going in life, or how your heart is feeling in general.
If I am being completely honest, I was inspired to post this because of a Jimmy Fallon Hashtag video I saw. But I think it would be totally fun to do something similar here on BP. Don’t be afraid to share if you aren’t feeling that great, either!!
No judgement, my friends. Allow your corky, weird, beautiful, authentic, poetic selves to shine.
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The mask: She smiles, I cry. She is outgoing, I am shy. She loves, I am alone. She is amazing, I am unknown. She is beautiful, I am a mess. She is happy, I am depressed. My mask is perfect- She hides me.
2020 sucks, can't get no bucks. can't see no one, this isn't very fun. on Bored Panda a lot, doing literally nothing but rot. i hate this year, i want to murder it with a spear. stupid elections, stupid people giving stupid directions. people hating, others dictating. i need a break, from this stupid ache. this year is sucky, no one is getting lucky. everyone is dying, people are spying. all in sucky 2020.
"I'm tired," I say, "That's all." And in a way, I guess it's true. In every other way, It's a lie. Tonight you ask me What depression feels like. I think, then tell you That it's sort of like Slowly clicking up a roller coaster hill, Waiting and waiting to peak, But never reaching the top. You seem confused But don't ask anything else. Soon enough you're gossiping about How that girl we know got pregnant. You don't understand that I am still climbing that godforsaken hill. People call me heartless, Robotic. I wonder if they realize How difficult it is to function When you're not sure if you even exist. And here I am, Dodging your politely, forcefully concerned gaze, As you ask me what's wrong. "I'm tired," I say, "That's all." I wish I could explain depression to you Once again and scream about How I wish I could feel anything. Do you really want to know what depression is like? Depression is like having a disinterested corpse Skillfully stowed in the shell of my body. "You seem so sad lately. Can't you at least pretend to care?" Oh, honey, if you only knew. You ramble on about this and that, But I'm no longer listening. You could dig for centuries And never strike my dying core. And THAT, my innocent, naive fool, Is what depression feels like. Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/describing-imaginary-things
Roses are red, Silent as a mouse, Your door is unlocked, I'm inside your house.
That money talks I won't deny. I heard it once, It said, "Goodbye." It's R. Armour's
I'm very ugly So don't try to convince me that I'm a very beautiful person Because at the end of the day I hate myself in every single way And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying There is beauty inside of me that matters So rest assured I will remind myself That I am a worthless terrible person And nothing you say will make me believe I still deserve love Because no matter what I am not good enough to be loved And I am in no position to believe that Beauty does exist within me Because whenever I look in the mirror I always think Am I as ugly as people say? I feel like this sometimes! But now, read it from the bottom up. https://www.goodthingsguy.com/opinion/pretty-ugly-poem/
when life knocks you down take a nap
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Stop, gosh dang it, I don't want orange juice.
Also, I meant for the orange juice to be this garbage fire of a year, if you think about it.
I mope around the house I wait and wait for shows No avail comes My mo tells me to turn away from the blue light, I sigh and wait for her to leave Then get in my phone Typety Type Type
This will make sense when I am older Someday I will see that this makes SENSE One day, when I'm old and wise I'll think back and realize That these were all completely normal events I'll have all the answers when I'm older
Then I guess I'll go for Blues On Tuesday, by Dutch poet/performer Jules Deelder (translation below). ----- Geen geld. Geen vuur. Geen speed. Geen krant. Geen wonder. Geen weed. Geen brood. Geen tijd. Geen weet. Geen klote. Geen donder. Geen reet. ----- It translates roughly to this (I tried to retain rhyme and rhythm): ----- No money. No fire. No speed. No newspaper. No miracle. No weed. No bread. No time. No knowing. No shit. No crap. No nothing.
I am confused, just like this poem. (By Shel Silverstein, it’s called A Meehoo with an Exactlywhatt) Knock knock! Who's there? Me! Me who? That's right! What's right? Meehoo! That's what I want to know! What's what you want to know? Me, WHO? Yes, exactly! Exactly what? Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Yes! Yes what? No, Exactlywatt! That's what I want to know! I told you - Exactlywatt! Exactly WHAT? Yes! Yes what? Yes, it's with me! What's with you? Exactlywatt - that's what's with me. Me who? Yes! GO AWAY! Knock knock...
...But the roses are wilting, the violettes are dead, the sugar bowl is empty and so is my head.
The wind brushed me softly As I walked toward the gate, Snow covered the ground in blankets, Birds flew south, where it is safe Safe from the cold and the wind and the rain Safe from the loss The heartbreak the pain.
Okay. Life sucks sometimes. But you know what doesn't suck? Having your feet strong on the ground Being able to breathe Feeling love That quick smile you and a stranger shared Like your hearts are related The changing of seasons and wind Knowing that you are loved. Continuing to hope and joke and love and live That doesn't suck. So as life goes on, promise me this That you will be grateful and kind and strong and hopeful Promise me
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Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. -William Ernest Henley Invictus is a Latin word meaning “unconquerable.” Remember, pandas, you are unconquerable. If you’re reading this, your track record so far for making it through bad days is 100%. Keep fighting. Sorry, I know I already posted one, but I just thought of another one that I love that I wanted to share. Not original either, but no one that I don’t know very well irl gets to see my original work. I love poetry.
i want to end it i have no meaning my friends are rude and dont treat me like human beings my parents left my when i was 2 and know there only one thing i can do Goodbye everyone
Just because the people around you have been less than perfect does not say anything about you personally... you have plenty of meaning! And you WILL find your people. Please do everyone including yourself a favor and allow you and your beautiful soul to live. Get help, find a therapist or medication, love yourself, and keep hoping please. Life will get so so much better, please stick around to see it. Sending you so so much love and I truly hope you get the help you need.
Hey fiddle faddle My year has been addled I lost my job to Covid 19 My condo has roaches My income atrocious And my right breast failed screening... BUT... My life still has meaning I am still here And in the horizon There is a new year. Grateful
sigh.... things will work out okay?
Nathicana, by Lovecraft. Excerpt: Soon, soon, if I fail not in brewing, The redness and madness will vanish, And deep in the worm-peopled darkness Will rot the base chains that have bound me
Didn't read far enough to see it was supposed to be original. Oh well. Down vote away.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not whither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, From the Shadows a light shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be King. -J.R.R. Tolkien Not really how I’m feeling, but I love this poem because it not only describes Aragorn, but it’s a reminder that not everything is how it appears on the surface, and there are always hidden depths if you keep looking. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Sometimes, gold doesn’t glitter. Not all kings wear crowns.
Roses are red, Voilets are blue. Some poems rhyme, This one doesn't. Why? Because I given up.
I sit eyes glazed with tears waiting wishing for a time when I can hug my friends video calls are not enough my friends hold me together keep me from breaking completely. for a time when i am not around my parents all day I love them don't misunderstand but I’m sick of them school was always my chance to get away. for a time when i rode the bus every day and got away from home. for a time when I didn't cry myself to sleep most nights my heart aching. for a time when all i wished for was to find a lost sweater because now I’m wishing to find my lost hope.
Why do I keep trying I can't help the crying but it's all fine when you see their life compared to mine words never mean enough because all our lives are tough -me
Hang in there. I can't say it will all get better. But, maybe we'll learn to tolerate it better. sigh...
Born into the world I bring no possessions I am new. Here I am laying here and now my possessions are few. I’m crawling now getting about, this is what I now do. Rising up on my feet can’t stop me now for I am now walking Discovering my voice I make a choice never to stop talking. I am older now I am free, like other people this is me, My life is what I now see, and what I want my life to be. My choices vary far and wide it’s up to me to choose, Some choices I will win but then some choices I will lose. I have discovered that no one’s life will never ever be perfect, It’s up to me to live my life and make my choices worth it. If it doesn’t work out what life is about then I just have to try again, I will just have to try to fix that hole before the leaking of the rain. Now I am old, my life has come and been, Before my eyes I tell no lies, this is what I have seen: I have seen the good, I have seen the bad. I have seen the happy, I have seen the sad. I have seen the lost, I have seen the found. I have seen the homeward bound. I can see the present after the past. I have seen the few I have seen the vast. My memories are dying, they are becoming a haze, I am now sitting here in my chair seeing out the days. Good bye fellow world for it has been a pleasure, Thank you for having me, my thanks I cannot measure. ENJOY LIFE!
this is a poem and it is a good Haiku I like turtle soup i wrote this cuz my brain wont compute for a big poem
Come with me, in my shiny black car On a ride, in which we shall go far This ride is like no other, you might just cry for your mother So buckle up, and hold on tight This ride will keep us out late tonight I’ll be your tour guide, I’ll lead the way I’m the one person with whom you should stay There are two stops, the second the newest I apologize in advance if you turn bluish Come along, there are lies untold Let’s go now, my story is about to unfold The first stop is defined by ADD A mental issue causing me to not be able to focus on thee Sitting still? Not a strong suit Time management? That might as well get the boot I take a prescription to help with this I hope that it would bring some bliss The next stop has history I apologize for the lengthy mystery I won’t go too in depth, only for my own well being If I went through it all… I’d be crying. THAT I’m guaranteeing It’s time we drove the trail defined, Depression I hope this doesn’t leave a lasting impression I started with the pain when I moved I don’t fit in is what this proved I was being bullied from the beginning I was trying to be happy but the negative always ended up winning I faked the happy feeling But you could tell the lie was peeling I started basketball, boy, did that start some wicked insults I was told everyday that I was too short and weak to have any good results I was beginning to curse Mainly because the taunts got worse Maybe if I opened up more My feelings wouldn’t be such a bore I hate that I’m telling you like this But I feel this is the only way I need someone I can trust, a real friend, you might say There’s more to the story But that remains untold I guess you’d have to know me for that part to unfold I hope you know, this just sums me up In the calmest way possible, of course, otherwise I’d just blow up Thank you for listening to my story My sad story, in all it’s sad glory I forgot to mention, the second trail has no name I hope no one has to live up to it’s so called fame Now, as I pull up your driveway In my shiny black car I thank you for coming on my ride I will carry on this story with pride Stay safe little one Don’t let this ride ruin your fun ~ TheDemonUnderYourBed
I try to sleep It's not easy Pictures play Inside my mind I can see how far I've come And what I've left behind It's not quiet here But I'm so very still I can hear the electrical hum The house settles as she breathes I wish I could settle Put my mind at ease So I lie here Listening But it's never quiet here Inside my mind.
The jingling of bells--the alarm sounds. The voice it speaks in carries no dread. But I'm the opposite, I fear what is ahead. I'm barely dressed, I haven't brushed my teeth. I haven't washed my face, my pores, I don't want to know what's beneath. I open the computer. The clicks are set in my fingers. Day after day, the same buttons are pushed, The memory always lingers. I push the button without thinking. Joining the Zoom meeting. The loading screen appears. It'll just bring me to tears. I glance at the clock. 2 minutes late. The teacher hasn't even started the meeting. How great. No time to grab breakfast. No time to grab papers. The teacher starts the meeting. Where is my eraser? My eyes widen in realization. My camera's on. I'm wearing a robe and pajama shirt, And I need to go to a salon. My cheeks turn red. I turn the camera off. I shrink back in my chair. I fix my hair with a scoff. On and on, the day continues. The homework piles up. I've barely eaten anything. And then my mother just has to disrupt. "Have you been paying attention?" Every day the question is the same. "Yes I have, Mom." Even though that was a lie of vain. Grades dropping, Homework rising. I failed my test. How surprising. Arguing with my mom day and night, I trudge through the endless week. I have homework to do over the weekend, Today has been so bleak. I've made it all the way to Sunday, Just to start again. All the way through the tiring week. But at least I have my friends.
Hi people! So, I know the rhyming is pretty bad, and it doesn't keep a solid rhythm, but this is more of a vent/rant rather than a good poem. It may not make sense to you, but I made it have lots of meaning to myself, and I hope you can see the meaning as much as I do. :)
You know this one, let's sing along: And bad mistakes I've made a few I've had my share of sand Kicked in my face But I've come through
WEEEEEE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS. Hello, fellow Queen fan! I am totally obsessed with the superior band!
There may be a reason I’m even here If you find it please tell me, For if there was one I think it flew out my ear.
life is precious its the best thing you got, hold onto it very tightly, it really means a lot.
I wrote this poem during my middle of the night mental breakdown. So it might be trash. It is titled alone. I am alone I am trapped No one to hold me No one but me
The murders are scary, They keep me up, But woman’s soothing voice Calms me, very. Although it’s true, Most the stuff we worry Will never happen. I’ve been afraid, The nightmares I’ve made Keep me up. The endless raid of Life
Seasons Against the warm spring breeze, I hear chirping on the wind. After winters longer freeze. Gives way to fresh green leaves. Children frolic in the field, Rolling in the grass, Laughing, playing, having fun, rejoicing winter's end. The sun reigns over all at least until cold fall, The cycle continues without end, But people change as well, With the seasons too. People grow old and die, But yet the seasons continue, Following nature's path. And everything that ends starts over new again. By: me
Nothing left to say, Nothing left to do But sit around and wait To loose another screw
People always say "why regret something you once wanted?" but if I had known what I know now, I never would have wanted it in the first place. ~ I have no idea
"Why?" I ask I've come so far But there is still a higher hill to climb I can keep climbing But how far is the top? Is there one? And if there is? Where is the will to keep going Because from there, I can only fall "Why?" I ask What point is a view from the top If it only lasts for a few seconds
roses are 2020 sucks! f**k my life and hopes yours sucks (sorry it's just what I felt like I hope everyone has a good life🙃)
These days are tough... sometimes you just gotta say something to let some of the pain out. No worries, friend.
I Just want This year To end So I Can feel Hopeful Again
We watch the inferno fire and play in the ashes my depression is a dragon my faithful companion the only one who stayed when the Inferno came. She whispers to me in the silence and stillness One day the fire will consume me and I will be rendered dust carried by empty winds Long forgotten by faithless friends who ran at first sign of the consuming fire will still forget me then Fear not, she says Death is a friend you can rely on Maybe one day I will listen to my faithful dragon as we travel these ravaged lands but until then we watch the inferno fire and play in the ashes.
I am gone out, like the waxen candle after the meal is done. Seemingly lightless, dead. Yet in some spiraled whisp of white cloud. Heaven-ward I seek and yet will find, my true nature's space.
In the end all I can do is forgive And live the life I was meant to live In the end all I can do is rise above The hatred and remember to love In the end we are all the same No one person is ever to blame In the end our voices will not die But sing to the moon and sun in the sky In the end, the beginning seems a dream Without light we hear our lasting screams In the end the ghosts of the past Are faded, shunned, and made to last In the end silence falls Silence falls through the crumbling walls In the end the cracks shall break And at last the wall shall quake In the end the wall will fade And the beginning is finally made
Wow, this is my favorite. It puts so much into perspective, and has such a beautiful tone, and voice of hope. Since your profile name is your actual name, is it okay with you if I add a quote of this to the end of my email signature, give you, Emily Weick, full credit? I just love this so much!
Alone in my box, living between each zoom call. What is there to eat?
Ein Mensch, man sieht er ärgert sich, schreit wild - "Das ist ja lächerlich!" Der andre', gar nicht aufgebracht, zieht draus die Volgerung und lacht. Eugen Roth direct translation A person, you see he is annoyed, shouts wildly - "This is ridiculous!" The other one', not at all upset, draws from it the conclusion and laughs. of course it doesn't really work in english because of the german wordplay
And now I find my typo - after sending it ^^ Folgerung - of course by the way, I just love most of the Eugen Roth "Ein Mensch" poems - but this on stands out
Story's in my mind A blissful escape Wonderful for bedtime Or when awake Story’s of love Story’s of hate Story’s of rebellion All make A spectacular escape Best I could do if the top of my head.
one time i nocked on a door, evrething silent i stepped through and roared my sisters were lying, unbreathing and whats more... they yelled april fools and i nearly had a heart attack. I CANT DOO POEMSSSS
Big ginger love bug lives in my yard Wants love and food, which isn't so hard I pet him, he purrs and I go on my way But sadly that's not what happened that day When I set the food down, there was no need to beg, But he wanted attention and chomped on my leg! And by the next evening I'm calling the doc Explaining what happened and why I can't walk. The pain is unreal, my whole leg is bruised My lymph nodes are screaming, I feel so abused. The doctors have given me three kinds of pills The nausea's making me green at the bills So here is what I should have known all along: Cat Scratch Fever is NOT just a song!
Light brings clarity Darkness brings comfort Light brings lonliness Darkness brings comfort North Is Up South is down Down is where I feel Love comforts all Love is foreign to me Friendship never ends Friendship for me is stillborn People have friends I have cats People can betray you Cats are loyal and loving I see those that have what I dont I try to get what they have and fail They say you dont know unless you try Why try when you know you will fail
I wake and look at the sun The world seems like no fun But I get up anyway To get dressed and start the day I wish to have a friend To spend the day with But I just sit... and find the wonders inside I read the best book series... I eat random food... All in total, I do nothing... but life must be filled with fun... ...right?
You know everything is going fine. Except there's California Fires And so many people have died Our country will be fried When either of the leaders are elected Either choice will have many new laws erected.
roses are red violets are blue I got hurt ,oh boo hoo
Don't cry little Mae for i have something for you, just wipe those tears and blow your nose, here is a tissue.
roses are red blood is blue I went to a mental hospital, 3 times whoo hoo😔😟😑
corona sucks i like ducks my school is virtual and (something that rhymes with virtual) i hate my mask and often i ask WHY IS GOD TORTURING US WITH COVID 19
I try to sleep It's not easy Pictures play Inside my mind I can see how far I've come And what I've left behind It's not quiet here But I'm not so very still I can hear the electrical hum The house settles as she breathes I wish I could settle Put my mind at ease So I lie here Listening But it's never quiet here Inside my mind.
~Girl~ She's pretty, he hurts her She doesn't see it all a blur She may smile but it all lies She likes all the guys The truth never comes out She may just have to breakout She's smiling outside She's crying by the dockside she is everything people want to be but its vise versa for her She is a girl that wants to be loved by who is
"The Cost" So much pain has passed through this old soul And I have all the marked scars to show But hope still pumps through these dark veins No matter the cost and the pains So much pain living within these eyes Growing colder, the warmth slowly dies Life’s been kicking the shit out of me But I’m still standing, defiant, and free ~A~
My whole personality Is built on one thing My support of women’s rights Are what make me, me Behind a mask All day and night Nobody knows Who I am inside 2020, the raging garbage fire It totally sucks Just like Trump
The year is 2020 Everything has changed. Every human living underground. From the radiation and war above. Others weep and shiver in fear. As others prepare for fight. One of them is I. I show no fear, or backing out. The earth is in battle, with creatures of robots and war weapons. Radiation and darkness, humans are under awaiting for the end. As if well there be in end to this war? As powerful and advance soldiers go above the ground to fight off the robots, in heavy built silver suits with machine guns and swords of steel, we await till it is clear. The year 2020 is dark and a life to risk. For the sake of humanity. just a story I made while making a story I am doing.
Inferior...how I always regarded myself, Unable to become more than I was. Others telling lies that leeched into me like poison. Doubting life would add meaning to my childless existence. Shamed for the abuse a man inflicted on my child-self, Never encouraged, never pushed... to keep me "safe". Then a kind, brown-eyed man appeared and let the light in, He took the limits off my abilities. Nursing school graduate, first in class, Graduation speech purged the years of doubt I kept. Caring for the sick, the hurting, Fighting against a pandemic. Now life is full of meaning and fulfilment, Work never truly feels like work. Nursing is a gift to me, a soulmate of sorts, And life is rich and vibrant. All those who made me believe I was nothing, Are now replaced by those who build me up. They appreciate simple acts of kindness. I have found my home.
This Be The Verse BY PHILIP LARKIN They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.
In Bed Watching YouTube While COVID Spreads Not being useful
I wouldn't say "YouTube" and "useful" are the best rhyming words, but I like your poem! :3
School sucks balls My grades are like water - fall(ing) My dad beats my ass But I do track and am fast
Why? When I try to sleep at night You won’t slip away with the light. I get it. There’s things that you wanted to do. Just because I can see you, Doesn’t mean I’m your second chance. So shut up and go away. Or forever locked in my head you’ll stay.
Wow, I can't believe people actually answered my post! Feeling very grateful :-)
Yes. I had a few that I did that were very popular (if you remember the one about politics, that was me) but I have others that weren't even made into official ask pandas, so ya. This was a fun idea so, thank you.
Load More Replies...Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem makes no sense, refrigerator. - Teenager Post
Wow, I can't believe people actually answered my post! Feeling very grateful :-)
Yes. I had a few that I did that were very popular (if you remember the one about politics, that was me) but I have others that weren't even made into official ask pandas, so ya. This was a fun idea so, thank you.
Load More Replies...Roses are red, violets are blue, this poem makes no sense, refrigerator. - Teenager Post
