#lyric poem

[introspect1998]

I am shards of broken bottles, and puddles filled with water

The raindrop that falls, and the tear drop that cries

I am the beginning waiting for the end.

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[lionofchaeronea]

Written to the IG prompt "doomsday". If this is too depressing, I apologize. It turned out as something of a primal scream, born of my frustration with the world at present.

Text:

There'll be no trumpet on that day,

Nor any breaking of the clay

When humankind has passed away.

No thunder from a rolling cloud,

No seraphim who cry aloud

The sudden downfall of the proud.

The mountains will refuse to fall.

The dead, indifferent to the call,

Will sleep, nor slither from their pall.

Only a fatal lethargy

Settling unhurriedly

On all the works of land and sea;

A blind and deaf and stumbling Fate

That merely seeks to demonstrate

The overweening power of hate;

Raw indifference, in sum,

Thumping like a kettledrum.

That is how the end will come.

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[stray-mossballs-and-buckets]

Lovejoy normal people things / 505 Arctic monkeys / dirty night clowns Chris garneau / misery meat sodikken / Saint Bernard 2 Lincoln / rose coloured lenses unlike Pluto / six legs tippy Tappy toes scrawny / bug collector Haley heynderickx / oleander mother mother / soft boy Wilbur soot / Millie warm the kettle rabbitology / curses crane wives / Millie warm the kettle rabbitology / curses crane wives / candle burn rabbitology / candle burn rabbitology / thus always to tyrants the oh hellos / candle burn rabbitology / thus always to tyrants the oh hellos / curses the crane wives / Millie warm the kettle rabbitology 

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[one-eye-crane]

There’s a current that flows through us,

A thread that holds us together,

A connection that runs from me to you.

You’re in my thoughts at every moment,

It’s a sweet sort of pain that brings me but,

You know me like a book you've read a thousand times,

Able to recite my every line,

You know my every part and every move.

But I find that even the vibrations we create fall into harmony,

The bones beneath our flesh sing the same sweet melody,

The synchrony of lives is bound by love,

A bond so eternal it shall outlive us.

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[rosespen]

The way which she sits is unbeknownst to you,

Sits on the ground, gaze fixed forward, like an owl,

How tempted to shatter the glass in her view,

For the image projected is far too foul.

Slim fingers of hers grown weak from the counting,

Legs sore from running, her breath sharp and shallow,

Thick hair thinning by the day, all amounting,

To her belief that her actions are callow.

How she has spent years in rot, alone, the dark,

She can hardly bear to see the light of day,

She listens to the song of the meadowlark,

Through her door, for she mustn't be seen this way.

This state is disgusting, she's wretched, she's weak,

The fainting, the vomit, the tears, the torment!

How horrid it must be, yet she still won't seek,

Assistance, and remains in her malcontent!

And look now, see how she slumps against the wall,

You would never see such horror from outside,

How she stares at the mirror, herself, in all,

And over these years, just how much she has cried.

Reduced to nothing, she hungers for much less,

It eludes me so, how she still can draw breath,

In every movement, she feels how bones caress,

Until she curls up, sighs, and embraces death!

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[atompowers]

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[poemsandstoriesohmy]

I don’t understand what I should do.

I sit -- I think -- I think it all through.

No good thoughts in my head

Just a feeling of dread

that just seems to grow and grow.

The more I think the more I don’t know.

What do I do? How do I solve it?

Just pick one. It’s simple. Go on. Commit.

But what if it’s not? What if it’s hard?

I know it’s a poem but that’s too avant-garde!

But what if it’s not? Maybe it’s smart?

Oh what the hell, may as well start.

I’ve written two others. I have a backup plan.

If all else fails, I’ll write about Batman.

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[bookish-brooklyn]

I'm always inspired by lingering song lyrics that live rent-free in my brain, more often than not this will trickle through into my writing- I wrote a poem from a prompt posed by @coralynn.poetry over on Instagram, who y'all should follow because she's a sensational human and her poetry is beautiful 😍 but I remember I was lost in journalling one night, listening to "The Way" by Manchester Orchestra, once again the lyrics "do you want to find the anecdote, driving with the holy ghost, Holy death, the holy smoke, And does it start again?' Seeped into my veins and this poem was the result, I hope you'll like ✨️🫶

Prompt: “The Poison or The Antidote”

(Lyric Poem inspired by “The Way” by Manchester Orchestra) written 9/3/24

“Do you want to find the anecdote;

The poison or the antidote?

Three words, whispered in a wondrous whirl,

A soothing balm, a tender caress,

Oh! To fall into your arms,

An instant alleviation to any of this weary world's distress!”

Driving with the holy ghost,

Holy death, the holy smoke;

And does it start again?

Ah, yes, the poison,

Shining lips pursed with untold truths,

Me to you,

Feasting on one another's skin,

As if as were each other's alters,

Lips on mine,

Mingling breaths laced with whispers of cherry wine……

In those mere moments, we were infinite,

We felt infinite,

Alas, if only those night could've been a constant component,

As consistent as the cascading constellations that careen above;

Us,

Now withered apart,

Torn to mere husks,

Do you want to find the acedote;

The poison or the antidote?

Kisses becoming hisses,

Words unsaid, bubbling to life,

Serenading, swiftly spiralling into strife.

Driving with the holy ghost,

Holy death, the holy smoke,

And does it start again?

Oh, I could hardly pretend,

If the phone rang,

Seeing your caller ID would cause me to upend right back into your arms;

Harm - or calm?

Three words, once a euphoric bliss,

Oh, how swiftly they spiralled into a hurtful hiss….

Do you want to find the anecdote?

The poison or the antidote?”

©️Brooklyn Saliba, 9th March, 2024.

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[ningenshinkouku]

You're an idiot. That's what makes you the happiest. You're truly the biggest idiot. You can't even point and laugh at such a happy guy. That's just how unhappy you are. But surely, this is for the best.

-Brainwashed By Conscience by Aoya / aotani

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[lionofchaeronea]

I know I post a lot here that could qualify as "bleak" and "heavy," so here's something that I hope is less so. It was written to an IG prompt "little ghost".

Text:

Little ghost, little ghost, Through the forest flying, Little ghost, little ghost, There's no need for crying.

Little ghost, do not fear – Wisps and sprites will guide you. Little ghost, love is near, Keeping close beside you.

Little ghost, where you go, Trees are gently shaken, Owls hoot, cattle low, Dancing mists awaken.

Little ghost, comes the sun: Now let sleep enfold you. 'Till the night's new begun, Gentle dreams will hold you.

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[theres-a-crack-in-everything]

(there's hope at the end)

******

Do you ever feel like

There is an emptiness inside you

An emptiness

That sucks the light out of everything?

A black hole

Life in grayscale

Colors faded

Flavors muted

Voices distant

except

One voice as clear as day

The one voice I don't want to hear

It tells me all about:

-The pain

-The melancholy

-The meaninglessness

-The never ending repetitiveness

of it all

It asks me-

How will we get through:

-This day?

-This hour?

-This minute?

-This life?

I have no answers

Just tears

         ******

And yet

I always know

This is a transient and temporary state

I always recognize

This rueful and dejected voice

It is not evil, It's not a liar

It's hurt.

In pain, and seeking solace

Maybe

It is a gift and its a curse

Its the connection to the Earth

Her winter sorrow

And her hibernation

Perhaps

It's this connection

Which also brings

the Joy, the Giddiness

and Brightness

Of spring and summer

              ******

You can move through this pain

I know

You always do

You keep the hope

warm

In the hearth of your soul

The hope that

Tomorrow

Will be a better day

With

a little more color

a little more music

a little more lightness

                ******

And so it is

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[lucidloving]

Girlpool—Before the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out Boy—The Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"

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[rosespen]

I do feel for humanity's whole,

For it bends, breaks, and shatters today,

The individual breaks once told,

Conformity, to which I say 'Nay!'

Refuse, refuse to break, to shatter,

Set apart your own from all others,

If they fall at your feet this matter,

They shan't grovel, them nor their brothers.

Pluck your wonderous eyes from your skull,

Hand them down to those writhing below,

Relieve them from their torment and stroll,

Stroll they shall, away from their gallow!

If they shall understand your vision,

They will pick up their own swords and fight

Their way to personal revision,

And once they have won, they will climb, climb!

Clamber higher to the pews you sit,

Or to chairs which are of more comfort,

And once all have grouped, we shatter it,

And we repeat.

#poetry #lyric poetry #lyric poem #writers and poets #not very proud of this one #but I wanted to post something anyway! #i just hate the first quatrain lol

[poemsandstoriesohmy]

I look at a gravestone and take it all in

the first and the last and what could’ve been.

Between those dates sits a quaint little line

So simple yet so easy to define.

It is your dash; it is your friend.

No matter your life, it’s there at the end.

Your dash is a symbol of all that was

and it is important because

so long as you live, your dash can be moved.

It’s not etched in stone. Not tongue and grooved.

No choice is permanent, no changes undone.

So go live your life, be free, have fun.

But remember your dash, your silent ally,

who will return the moment you die.

A punctuation mark. A tiny streak.

One usually with a meaning so bleak.

That is not the case for this small stripe.

It comes for all, no matter the type.

We all have a finish we all have a start

lead your life with heart.

Happy, sad. Calm, wild

Young and old. Adult and child.

Be confident and cool, be bold be brash.

But most importantly, live your dash.

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