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.
#1
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.
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.
28points
#2
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.
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.
26points
#3
"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.
"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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
Is what depression feels like.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/describing-imaginary-things
21points
#4
Roses are red,
Silent as a mouse,
Your door is unlocked,
I'm inside your house.
19points
#5
That money talks
I won't deny.
I heard it once,
It said, "Goodbye."
I won't deny.
I heard it once,
It said, "Goodbye."
It's R. Armour's
17points
#6
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?
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/
https://www.goodthingsguy.com/opinion/pretty-ugly-poem/
16points
#7
when life knocks you down
take a nap
take a nap
13points
#8
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Stop, gosh dang it,
I don't want orange juice.
Violets are blue,
Stop, gosh dang it,
I don't want orange juice.
12points
#9
I mope around the house
I wait and wait for shows
No avail comes
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
I sigh and wait for her to leave
Then get in my phone
Typety
Type
Type
11points
#10
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
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
11points
#11
Roses are red Violets are blue i feel like Sshhiitt what about you?
10points
#12
Then I guess I'll go for Blues On Tuesday, by Dutch poet/performer Jules Deelder (translation below).
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Geen geld.
Geen vuur.
Geen speed.
Geen vuur.
Geen speed.
Geen krant.
Geen wonder.
Geen weed.
Geen wonder.
Geen weed.
Geen brood.
Geen tijd.
Geen weet.
Geen tijd.
Geen weet.
Geen klote.
Geen donder.
Geen reet.
Geen donder.
Geen reet.
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It translates roughly to this (I tried to retain rhyme and rhythm):
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No money.
No fire.
No speed.
No fire.
No speed.
No newspaper.
No miracle.
No weed.
No miracle.
No weed.
No bread.
No time.
No knowing.
No time.
No knowing.
No shit.
No crap.
No nothing.
No crap.
No nothing.
10points
#13
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?
Who's there?
Me!
Me who?
That's right!
What's right?
Meehoo!
That's what I want to know!
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!
Me, WHO?
Yes, exactly!
Exactly what?
Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!
Exactly what on a chain?
Yes!
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!
Yes!
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!
That's what I want to know!
I told you - Exactlywatt!
Exactly WHAT?
Yes!
Yes what?
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!
What's with you?
Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.
Me who?
Yes!
GO AWAY!
Knock knock...
10points
#14
...But the roses are wilting, the violettes are dead, the sugar bowl is empty and so is my head.
9points
#15
The wind brushed me softly
As I walked toward the gate,
Snow covered the ground in blankets,
Birds flew south, where it is safe
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.
Safe from the loss
The heartbreak
the pain.
9points
#16
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
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
9points
#17
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9points
#18
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
9points
#19
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
9points
#20
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
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
9points