My attempt at writing a poem

[Ray]

Mimi the Great - You're good at literature/writing right? Review this for me lol!

I'm feeling in a romantic mood so i've written a poem for my loved one. It is pretty metaphorical/symbolic so it might not be readily apparent the meaning. I'm not an amazing writer either but thought i'd share, let me know what you guys think xD

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My view is laden with brightness.

A bowl of cherries without the humour.

I settle for just the bowl.

My seat is warm.

The lustre of cloaked heat.

The window grows wider.

Blinding light fills the room.

My seat is hot.

The crescent moon escapes my grasp.

I forget the string.

And then I see the real you.

And then I get up.

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[Deleted]

So short yet so meaningful!

YOU'RE SO CUTE FOR DOING THIS. Did you show it to him? I'm curious about the reaction xD

[Sunny]

@ray, tell me if this is somehow not uh, appropriate for the server, but this is based off of two experiences I've encountered IRL so...it's a picture poem kinda. Like, I think it makes an image of someone standing (like a side profile, but what do I know ---- Here's hoping this formats the right way.)


Object


I am an object.
Much like a
warm steak that
he devours for
his noon meal.

Emotion is not necessary,
I am not to be heard, just seen.
His eyes cover me like a
thick blanket, but instead
of warming me,
they chill me to the bone.

He doesn’t see the
pain, the ache
the little girl
in ribbons,
wishing for her
own white dress.

His words flatter,
and smother
but instead of
filling me with
hope they
fill me with
dread.

I am
the
object
of his
lust.

I am always
the object.

[Ray]

No it's fine, but damn it's really deep. At first i was like haha...steak but then i read on and was like...oh wow.

[Sunny]

Hahaha, thank you. Lemme see if I can find another one...

Words

Old words are a time machine,
Taking me away from here,
And putting me somewhere else.

The problem is…no one else
can see the dust from my travel.


This one was randomly written down in my notebook somewhere.