The Poetry Pavilion (Sharing Space)

[Prof. Sky Alton]

Lit from within,
Square, jewel-like:
Gold-red pillars
On the dark grass
Inside, they sit,
On thick, rich rugs
They versify
And share their art.

Welcome to the Poetry Pavilion! This is your space to share any poems or lyrics you might have been working on. Sonnets about love, free-form poems about the ups and downs of life or even limericks about Russian history, anything is welcome! (I really did have to write limericks about Russian history once…I don’t advise it). Whether you’ve taken a poetry writing class here on HOL (or elsewhere) or just write it for yourself, we’d love to see some.

Before you get sharing, please remember to keep everything HOL-appropriate and to keep any comments you make about other people’s work constructive and respectful. Everyone should feel comfortable to post here (and besides, you don’t want to end up with an albatross around your neck).

That’s it, get lyricising!

While you’re here, pay a visit to our other sharing spaces, the Story Circle and Fan Fic Fair.

[Viviana Kingston]

So I’m working on this poem based on a folktale (I got inspired by a poetry collection I read recently) and it’s still a work in progress, I’m actually thinking of scrapping the whole thing and just keeping the first lines of the stanzas but I didn’t want to not share what I tried so far. My ending doesn’t keep up with the pace and rhythm, I know, but hey I’m getting there. Kudos to anyone who can guess the folktale correctly.

Sometimes kindness can go a very long way
When you devote yourself to love someone without a price
Doing everything in your power
To make sure they’re alright
And love without boundaries
Bears some fruit
Stereotypes fall away
Some people won’t bit the hand the feeds them even though their nature says they may

Sometimes too much kindness can make you a prey
When you have gifts you want to share with the world
Generosity is a virtue until it’s a vice
Sometimes there’s people out there who think your magic is unlimited
And ask and ask until there’s nothing left
And you give and give until you’re a desert
The oasis was a mirage
your abundance a lie in their eyes
The price of too much kindness is a price no one should pay

[Hiya Debnath]

I would like to share something that I have been writing for sometime now.

It's not complete yet.

"Being a silkworm and cocooning are just essential stages in the life cycle of a butterfly,

Waves in the sea are destructive, but at the same time productive and powerful,

They can both generate electricity and wear rocks over time.

The sting on a honey bee only stops its enemies from stealing the fruits of its hard work,

The night would have been lonely without the Moon,
Bathed though it may be,in nothing but stolen sunlight.

The muddiest waters are habitat to the prettiest lotus,
And so is aptly necessary,every thing that seems to go wrong in life."

[Hiya Debnath]

We are like rivers, the flowing water,

The Deep blue calmness, hiding the worst currents,

With a trickling spirit, A Simple beauty,

From a frozen source to a watery destination, womb to the tomb,

On our way to becoming totally different from what we were born.

Like the river that knows it's destination, but can't see it,

Loyal to it's banks, as fiery as the number of obstacle rocks on its path,

Bloated out at times by the weight of emotional sediment it carries itself,

Polluted by the dirt of negativity it constantly tries to wash away.

People like dams that only stop us to use us, and leave us roaring in rage as we flush out of the dam gates,

Strengthening our waters and make us keep flowing stronger,

Till we find the sea, instead of getting lost and forgotten in the sands of time.