Louis's Random Poems

Fractured Whispers

In the quiet grove where we once roamed,
A twig snapped beneath our laughter—unfoamed.
Promises whispered like leaves in the breeze,
Now drift on the ground with too much unease.

Once, faith was a shelter, a canvas of dreams,
But shadows crept in and unraveled at seams.
Each bond that I forged now feels heavy and worn,
Love's gentle embrace left me tattered and torn.

I tread lightly on paths where trust used to grow,
Afraid of the echoes each heartbeat will sow.
The snap of that twig rings louder than before;
Fragile connections lost—my heart's weary core.

With eyes turned to hope yet my heart kept aside,
Still searching for warmth in a world that's denied.
Yet fear casts its net; it ensnares what is real—
For how can I risk another raw deal?

So here by this tree where all secrets take root,
I'll gather my courage as brittle as fruit—
And though past branches splinter under their own weight,
One day I'll find strength to brave love’s open gate.

Did you write that, Louis? Very nice. Few people seem to attempt rhyme nowadays.

Yep, I wrote it, and people normally just write what they feel, not rlly caring if it rhymes

Hi Lily

We should definitely have a thread for our own poems.

Fun fact: Before LibraryThing I made a site called BrambleStory, which was a place where you could post poems and people would critique them. It was fun and rather ahead of its time, because now there are several popular sites that do that. Most poems are dreadful!

>4 PaulCranswick: Hiya Paul

>5 timspalding: Oooo that sounds fun

>5 timspalding: I'm cool with that. Everyone welcome to do as Paul and Owl (louisisaloafofbreb) have done. Is that what you had in mind, Tim? And when can we expect your thread of Spalding originals? 😍

Really old poem I found of mine

Skeletons hate life,
Darkness abides them,
A dark shadow,
Covered the walls...

But it will always be hidden,
In the darkness of night,
Until eventually,
It will end up on you..

Old poem #2

In the fall of someone's demise,
There will be something greatly dark,
A black rose,
A secret many may not know....

But it will always be hidden,
In the depths of the sea,
Until evening,
It will make you scream..

Hey Owl, those are great additions to your thread. Great timing too, skeletons, dark shadows, a black rose, and ending on a scream. Perfect for chilling October!

I didn't even think about that :o

My poor poems -sob-

What has happened here?!

My account got removed for spam ig

I'm sorry, Louis. Have you contacted LT staff? (See "Contact" at the bottom of the page.) They are very good at correcting such things.

I'll message them later

>13 Owltherian: Oh no! Happy you are reborn and look forward to reading more of your poems.

There we go! I got my account back :D

>20 louisisaloafofbreb: Wonderful! Shall we change the roster back to this account then?

>21 DebiCates: Either account works really, both are mine lol

Im trying to remember my poem I made about my little brother

Forgot about this one!

In twilight's glow, where shadows dance and play,
Two lovers whispered secrets night and day.
With eyes like stars, they promised skies so blue,
Yet one heart strayed; betrayal’s bitter dew.

In the garden where their laughter grew bright,
A hidden touch turned trust to shade of night.
Petals fell from roses once held dear—
Now thorns whisper warnings filled with fear.

"Forgive me," cried the traitor in a plea,
But words like broken glass cut painfully.
The moon bore witness to love’s fragile thread,
As truth unraveled softly — hope lay dead.

Yet somewhere deep beneath deceit's cruel stain,
An ember flickered through the racking pain.
For hearts can mend when shattered by regret;
In sorrow's silence lies a chance reset.

So shall they learn through loss what love can gain:
To cherish honest light amid the rain.
Though cracks mar beauty in this lasting bond,
They’ll find new paths — perhaps not far beyond.

And as two souls reflect on wounds laid bare,
They'll weave anew a tapestry to share;
For love is vast—its journey long and steep—
Beyond betrayal lies a promise deep.

This one is about a breakup- or kind of an esk- one

Finally have a new poem to share!

That you are here - that life exists and identity,
That death expired in the years of agony,
Mothers twist and turn in blight --
Showers blast the rain and tune --
As melodies mast the flow of birds
Rivers flowing through mountains above
Life is a bright song rushing through the choirs
Games like chess blame people as a pawn
Pawns can be played unlike a lion in a circus
But lions can escape like a gecko in the night

>27 louisisaloafofbreb: Wonderful! So very glad you have given us another of your poems to enjoy. During National Poetry Month, too ❤️

Wow, you've got some fantastic imagery going on in such a compact space.

I love this. Really, really love it.

Life is a bright song rushing through the choirs

And the close proximity, a similarity of lions and geckos? I love how that was so unexpected, and evocative.

Inner rhymes, oh my. Lovely to hear. You have a great ear.

Keep writing! And when you can, keep sharing here, please.

I'll try! I wrote that for an assignment in English earlier today

I don't even know how to start another poem....I always got the start in class...

Happiness is a mask,
A wilted flower hiding through the bloom
Worms sinking through the soil,
A soul in the darkened dirt

That's a semi start maybe....I gotta figure out a way to finish it tho

>30 louisisaloafofbreb: I know this is old advice, said a hundred different ways, but if you want to write, write.

Every day. Even if it's crap.

That's true with other Arts too. like music and painting, or gardening or skip-rope (ha!). Also all artists expose themselves to other artists. So, reading poetry every day might be inspirational too. I know it does take time, but we all make time for the stuff we love. If you wanted poet suggestions, you might pose that question as a Topic in The Poetry Collective. Maybe the younger poets (or poets when they were young) would be of special inspiration for you. Or...anything at all that you are drawn to. Someone might have a good match suggestion for you.

You have talent.

>32 DebiCates: Im reading poetry in class its Emily Dickinson & Walter Whitman

>31 louisisaloafofbreb: One of the things I know as I write, is that my poems go through a lot of iterations as I go along. They seem to have a mind of their own and as I work with them, the ending suddenly appears. I don't know if that is a common process, though.

This start you have reminds me a bit of the great Dylan Thomas' poem, written when he was 18. "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower"
https://poets.org/poem/force-through-green-fuse-drives-flower

>33 louisisaloafofbreb: Great poets, both. They've each inspired thousands of poets through the years. And those poets who were so inspired by Dickinson & Whitman, then go on to inspire other, younger poets.

Dickinson & Whitman are perfect starting points for an upcoming American poet.

Are you enjoying them? Which do you prefer? (Horrid question, that. Sorry.)

>35 DebiCates: Honestly, I'm enjoying it a lot and then we are gonna watch The Dead Poets Society and that seems fun.

>36 louisisaloafofbreb: Very glad to hear it. And that movie is another classic, too.

>37 DebiCates: Its to round out our unit of romanticism

wrote 2 more poems

Poem 1

There's no change
When someone lay dying
The life in their eyes fixed
People want to scream
A scared melody of pain
A second to ask why

Poem 2 ~ Made by me and my class.

Spring chill
Dirty blue sky
thoughts fleeting
with the yellow of the sun
Hiding behind clouds
Friends lost, forgiven
Don't know, mom
but I cant escape this
this breeze stings
goosebumps raised on my soul, my skin

>41 louisisaloafofbreb: There's something very deep hiding in here. I hope you will consider fleshing it out some more, whether or not you want to share it - work with it. :)

>40 louisisaloafofbreb: >41 louisisaloafofbreb: I hope you are saving your poems somewhere that won't get lost. Maybe keep a digital copy and also written in a nice notebook, both. You are on a journey and I can see the gems along the way.

>42 TonjaE: My teacher and the entire class wrote this one :)

>43 DebiCates: I have them written on a piece of paper :)

>44 louisisaloafofbreb: okay, well you should say that when sharing these poems here or anywhere. Very important.

>46 TonjaE: There.

I made more poems. I don't have them at the moment but I will tomorrow maybe