Poetry Share! Sitä ja tätä

I thought that it'd be cool to share poetry. I love writing and reading poems, and anybody can write one!

Types of poems: https://www.tckpublishing.com/types-of-poems/

Here's a poem I made. It's one of my favorites lol....

You’re Engulfed in an Abundance of Ego

Oh greed, plentiful in all
Does your ego bound you deep into the ocean?
Or do you provoke it into a brawl?
Will you allow your dear friends to lose their dignity over you?
because of being absorbed in oneself?
Will you really pursue
being a tyrant by yourself?
If so, you will break piece by piece, if not break all together
Is it really worth the power?
Losing everything faster than a drop of a feather?
You will cower alone
perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow
Either way, I shall not feel any sorrow

This is one of my favorite poems. It's by Claude Mckay. Mckay was a key figure in the Harlem Renaissance especially because he was one of the first African-American poets during that time in America. He is also a civil rights activist.

America - by Claude McKay 1921

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength, erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

This poem is located in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. It is by Emma Lazarus (made in 1883)

The New Colossus - Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon- hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

A Tritina poem is a poem that has 3 stanzas with three lines. The last word of the first lines get repeated in a certain order, you can choose but it must be different for each stanza. ex: ((1 2 3, 3 1 2, 2 3 1)). And then there is the envoy where all of the 3 words will be put together. This is a Tritina poem I wrote.
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His Chasm of Darkness

his hands cover his face
as he waits for the cloud of Darkness
to consume him gracefully

he watches the wilted flowers gracefully
dance and twirl as silent tears stream down his face
feeling stuck, sorrowed, scrapped in his ocean of Darkness

he needs somebody to intercede his scrimmage with the Darkness
so he can also prance without care but gracefully
and without having to choke on intrusive tears on his face

but for now, the Darkness will gracefully leave its imprint on his face