A thread to post poems you've written: Here's one I've written:
Title: The Existential Dread of Love
The Poem:
A motherly warmth that once flashed, from your eye's holy light... Became a searing fire, when you flew from the nest like a reckless child. That heat pulsated through my muscles, a new found strength. But those muscles can only hold off so much, against the great horizon of my guilt.
Your wings tower over me, yet your body fits in my palms. Those feathers which fill the sky, threaten to bury one of us; yet I cannot swat them away, as that might crush your fragile presence.
So we are locked together in these wings, as the love inside them burns us in its world; and the holy light becomes divine darkness. Cooked in the oven of our communion, we are frozen between your fear and my guilt. I have already forgotten that wings were for flying.
But just when the black fire filled my gaze, the flames burst into a million colors. A white light ascends from their center, as a gentle hand above called for mine. As a phoenix explodes into the sky. In the lightness of my gentle ascent, I finally remembered that wings could fly...
Here's one I've written:
Title: The Existential Dread of Love
The Poem:
A motherly warmth that once flashed,
from your eye's holy light...
Became a searing fire,
when you flew from the nest like a reckless child.
That heat pulsated through my muscles,
a new found strength.
But those muscles can only hold off so much,
against the great horizon of my guilt.
Your wings tower over me,
yet your body fits in my palms.
Those feathers which fill the sky,
threaten to bury one of us;
yet I cannot swat them away,
as that might crush your fragile presence.
So we are locked together in these wings,
as the love inside them burns us in its world;
and the holy light becomes divine darkness.
Cooked in the oven of our communion,
we are frozen between your fear and my guilt.
I have already forgotten that wings were for flying.
But just when the black fire filled my gaze,
the flames burst into a million colors.
A white light ascends from their center,
as a gentle hand above called for mine.
As a phoenix explodes into the sky.
In the lightness of my gentle ascent,
I finally remembered that wings could fly...
...and suddenly I recall the terror of heights...
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I posted this poem on my allpoetry (don't recommend the site by the way it kinda sucks) as well: https://allpoetry.com/poem/17519162-The-Existential-Dread-of-Love-by-Anthemic-
Disclaimer I dunno any of the technicals of poetry like meter or whatever and mostly just wing it as I have been for over 3 years.