Hey! A place to share poems and discuss

Hey there! It’s a place to talk and mostly share our poems.
I’ll enjoy having your opinion and give mine about your writings.


I’ve not written poetry, but I’ve got one author’s work to recommend:

The 3A.M. Gas Station Afterparty

This collection of short poems really clicked with me as a suburban kid whose first independent outings involved a brightly lit store and odd moments of reflection like these.


Mmm? Okay well here’s mine


Title: Mindset

You take until there is no more.

Destroy the world until there is nothing left to fight for.

You live for now.

Never mind for them.

Your selfishness you can’t defend.

You forget that you still have a legacy.

Yes when you leave you nothing but a memory.

But when you gone your kids live on.

And what you leave behind is all they have so don’t just think of yourself.

Think of the next generation that’s yet to come.

Your impact on this world alone.

Think of that.

Think of what you’re doing.

So don’t live for now, live for the future.

You can either destroy humanity or you can make it greater.

We supposed to learn from our mistakes.

I hope we do.

If history repeats itself.

Then what’s the point of learning.

To come so far and repeat our mistakes.

I guess the new generation just isn’t awake.

A poem!

I refuse to be silenced.
Do not devour my kindness without a prayer of remorse;
my gift of sustenance should not be taken as weakness.

I will tear you apart;
blood like pomegranate juice.
My hands do not know softness.

my poem

How far we’ve trodden
Away from our roots
Let the trees fall
And change

To touch the sky with steel

How far we’ve trodden
Outrun ourselves
Friends and foe
So they know we happened

I overlook a world;
My roots were ripped
To feed it

-The Criminal-

Despite you’re beautiful, and you are smart,
you’re still the criminal, you are the thief.
You steal my thoughts, you steal my heart.
You steal my joy, you steal my grief.
You steal my peace.
You steal my guts of steel.
But still…
I feel you give me goals to fulfill.
So I don’t judge your crimes, and never will.

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I don’t share this one too often, but since it is poetry, here you go!


Hey, I have some poetry you might like! One of the collections is completed, the other is ongoing with daily updates :slight_smile:


Everything I Wanted to Say But Never Did

❝some things you can’t put into words… so you make them into poems.❞

➢ a WattPad Poetry featured collection of poetry

Words have power. Power to explain emotions, to make you feel, to make you believe. They tell of every tear and every smile. They show you love and hurt.

This is everything I couldn’t find the words for. What I wanted to tell you but what didn’t leave my lips. When I couldn’t find an explanation and just kept quiet. Everything you made me feel, everything we had. The things that kept circling in my mind after our conversations, the things I wanted to scream when I nodded instead, the things I eventually had to let go of.

This is everything I wanted to say but never did.


What I’ve Never Told You

❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞

➢ a collection of poetry

I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept everything inside and just stayed quiet while continuing to live my life. By myself, this time.

Until I couldn’t anymore.

I need to feel again, need to live again, need to love again. That’s why I’m picking up the pen to let all the words I kept inside flow onto the paper, the thoughts that never left my mind, and what I’ve never told you.

Hey there, it’s me. And I have something to tell you.


Hi! First of all, I want to thank you for seeking out poets. I appreciate it so much. I write poetry. Usually freestyle. But I have been experimenting with narrative poetry. I hope that it catches your attention.

Title: Altars of Madness
Genre: Narrative Poetry
A summary: We always paint humanity with beautiful colours, often forgetting the dark clouds which come with the iridescence. The part of the human psyche that we keep at bay, shushing the thoughts which are immoral. But chaos unleashes the worst in us. Is it for survival? Or just the animalistic urge in us which can overpower the conscience at the time of crisis?
Story link: https://www.wattpad.com/724758323-altars-of-madness-preface

Title: The Epic of Melena
Genre: Narrative Poetry
A summary: This is narrative poetry, an Epic, a story of princess Melena.
Story link: https://www.wattpad.com/695290960-the-epic-of-melena


Title: Reminiscence
Genre: Freestyle Poetry
A summary: “Poetry either comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow”
Whenever emotions take the shape of thought and they spill out on paper as the words, a poem is born. The beauty of a poem is in its Infinite meanings. Which one are you going to pick?
Story link: https://www.wattpad.com/685202495-reminiscence-author’s-note


Thanks for the recommendation! :smile:

Oh thanks, I’ll check

I like it :grin:

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I really really really love this one. Congrats!:yellow_heart:

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Woww. So powerful

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It’s funny and special :sweat_smile:

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You’re right I really liked it

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It’s really moving

Hey @new_mani ! Caught you again, ahahah
I really like your writings… as always ahah

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I’m glad :slight_smile:

hola, tengo una historia en la cual escribo algunos poemas, tal vez te pueda interesar.
se llama Poemas Sin Título.