This also has nothing to do with the current theme. Just posting some personal poetry to get things kicked off. This started out being called “Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme”. This is just kind of to push the point home that you don’t have to follow any guidelines, except for the themes when we have them.

It’s this sensation that I get

Everytime you look at me

Like stars that burst to nothing

And then I don’t feel anything at all

You touch my skin and pull me in

I look at you as though

You are the creator

Of my one and only heart

Stay here with me

under these summer skies

The trees sway for you here

And the grass is greener

Everywhere you step

When the sun melts away

Into black

You’ll feel so alone

You left me wondering about

This space that’s empty here

Like a wanderlust never fulfilled

And then I go nowhere at all

It’s in the way you touch my hair

And that warm breeze left in the air

You are the creator

Of my one and only heart

Stay here with me

Under these summer skies

The trees sway for you here

And the grass is greener

Everywhere you step

When the sun melts away

Into black

you’ll feel so alone.

Hey everyone, not a theme post. Just something I came up with the other day. (also seen on my Deviant Art)

There once a man who waited for the midnight train

A women, so elegant, so graceful was in the station as well
If only he could speak to her, if only he knew her name

As luck or fate would have it, they sat 
in the same car

His heart was pounding, would she be the one?

Brave, fearless, he took the night

“Excuse me miss, is this these taken?”

       Echoing in the night


is this seat taken?

   This women
remembered that night so clearly
if only she had moved,
if only she never learned his name

A few months after their fairy tale train ride.
the happy couple married

And so her heart sank as she smelled his whisky breath
as his fists pounded the walls

Her battered body and battered soul

If only she never learned his name

She lay in bed as her tears pour out
He is at the bar, and will return to shout

She sees the bottles and makes a plan

   He returns to see the woman on the floor
he screams and kicks 
but she does not stir

Some empty bottles , a dreadful sight
That woman he battered lay dead in the night

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Hi! I am Elena - the other girl behind this new project!

I love writing, reading, music and life. Creativity is an important thing to share. I hope we can make this a nice little community for several people to share their ideas.

The first theme will be

SEASONS 

Pick a season and write about it. The only catch is you can’t mention the season! 

For an even bigger challenge try to use descriptive words for the temperatures as well!!

hello, everyone.

Sam here. I want to thank you in advance for your patience while Elena and I put this wonderful new blog together.

This is a place where you can submit your poetry anonymously, or with credit. We wanted to make a place where everyone was comfortable and could have their feeling read without feeling too vulnerable.

Write what you need to write. Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme.

All we ask is that if/when there is a theme, you follow it when submitting.

Looking forward to these new ventures.

Much love, Sam.