Poetry

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A community to celebrate published and OC works of poetry.


Welcome to !poetry


Guidelines & Community Rules

In addition to the general rules of lemmy.world:

Published Poetry

1a: Poetry posts should include the title and the author, when the author is known.

O.C. Poetry

2a: Sharing original poetry is encouraged, but it must be preceded by the tag "[OC]."

2b: If an [OC] post is requesting feedback, it should also follow with the "[FB]" tag. It would look like the following example:
[OC] [FB] Nothing Gold Can Stay

Feedback

All feedback should be given in good faith.

3a: All [FB] requests should be met with comments constructive in nature. It is okay to dislike parts of a poem, but make sure to explain why you feel that way.

3b: Feedback does not need to be extraordinary in nature. Simply expressing how a work makes you feel is often enough.

3c: Use the honor system. When you receive good feedback, return it in kind to another author. Everyone appreciates knowing their work is being read and appreciated.

As this community develops, these guidelines may be adjusted.


Formatting Help
Work in progress

To create a line break, use two spaces at the end of a line.

To create empty space, type  . Use four of these at the beginning of a line to create a standard indent.

UPDATE:
Some methods of access do not format markdown correctly. I am currently testing various apps and web interfaces to see what does and does not retain formatting.

In the interim, it is encouraged to post text poetry as you normally would, but to include a link at the beginning or end of the post with access to a website or image that retains the formatting as intended.


Other Poetry Communities
Poetry lovers unite! In the style of the fediverse, multiple poetry communities have arisen, and will continue to rise. I will try to keep a list here of communities across instances that are worth checking out!


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submitted 2 months ago* (last edited 2 months ago) by [email protected] to c/poetry
 
 

Upon the hill, a tower stands, With iron roots deep in the lands, Its shadow creeps, it grows, it twists, A looming giant in the mists.

The flame once bright upon its peak, Now flickers, faint, forlorn, and weak. The hands that fed it, turned to stone, The whispers cold, a heavy throne.

Beneath the sky of ash and rain, The iron gates now seal the plain, The fields once green, the rivers wide, Lie chained beneath a tyrant's stride.

The flame once bright upon its peak, Now flickers, faint, forlorn, and weak. The heart that held the sacred spark, Lies shattered in the rising dark.

A crown of glass, a sword of gold, Promised warmth, yet left us cold. The echoes of a father’s cry, Now fill the air where spirits fly.

The flame once bright upon its peak, Now flickers, faint, forlorn, and weak. The father's hands, the tower's stone, One crushed beneath, the other grown.

But in the dark, a spark may rise, A hidden ember in disguise. Though towers fall and kings may burn, The flame will find its time to turn.

The flame once bright upon its peak, Now flickers, faint, forlorn, and weak. Yet from the dust, a new fire’s glow, Shall burn where shadows dared to grow.

New to this, would love any and all feedback, particularly any critique. Thank you.

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Children of the Sun and the Wind (www.poetrytranslation.org)
submitted 2 months ago by [email protected] to c/poetry
 
 

A Poem by Mohammed Ebnu from Western Sahara

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submitted 2 months ago* (last edited 2 months ago) by z00s to c/poetry
 
 

I was having a dream

In which a plucky young female character

Was technically homeless but had three or four safe places to sleep

And was still going to high school

But still had an income somehow

To buy the things she needed

And was going to rule the world.

But I woke up because I needed to pee

And I know that nothing counts unless you write it down

And I didn't want the obnoxiously loud ticking from the second hand of my wristwatch

To tick away the seconds for her as well as for me

Until I die of lymphoma;

I wanted at least one of us to survive

So now this poem exists.

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