Does anyone else write poetry?

I used to write ton and tons of poetry when I was really depressed. I am not unhappy anymore so I have kinda lost the inspiration for it. I think this is a good thing though. I am sure I could write about happy things but I always think they come out corny and stupid. I prefer dark and demented.

I used to write a lot of poetry too, and I suffer from depression also. But it's less of a not being depressed anymore thing, and more of an 'I'm too shy!' thing to show my poetry, and even now I can't write it. I shouldn't let things bother me but I do.

I use to write poetry when I was really young, but I can't do it anymore (I struggle to take myself seriously these days) and I suffer from depression too.

I used to write poetry but eventually I realised that I'm just not a very good writer. I'm not sure I enjoyed it as much as I wanted to believe I did.

I write poetry I write poetry for those close to me and give it as gifts.

Some of the more dark poetry I write was asked to be used in lyrics for a friends band but I dont know how I feel about scene kids slitting wrists to something I consider art.

I used to write all the time too! not so much now not written one for a while....I used to be well I wouldn't say depressed just very very very down.

I write lots of poetry. I used to post it online, but I got paranoid about people stealing (not that's it's spectacular or anything, but some lame-ass teen who wants to cheat on their homework might snag it).

yep I won't put art or anything up just incase!

I write a lot of poetry but I've stopped putting it up online too! lol. Also partly because I'm thinking of maybe trying to get some stuff published and online posting can be frowned upon in some circles heh

Oh yeah Brandi, me 2 i only write sad poems...my happy ones suck....i recently started a series on murder i might post it when i'm done

Happy ones always end up being sarcastic or sad again with me aah ha

mine just end up cliche and just.....bad

so i write sad stuff XD

they always roll off in their own direction but I like letting it all flow out.

here is one i just wrote moments ago.


A couple’s day


Alone, just alone.
Two in one room.
But yet so far away.
Wanting and needing.
Feelings of unwanted and not needed.
Wondering and dreaming
Seeing if tomorrow will be the day to have it all.
Crying and sulking.
Tearing and ripping.
The heart is discarded.
Cruelty to the soul, mind and heart.
Alone, just alone.
Two in one room
But yet so far way.
The distraction makes it harder to say whats on the mind.
Demanding and providing.
Environment of love waiting to bloom.
The darkness of loneliness is all said in one loud silent scream.
Banging and kicking.
Wondering when that lover’s embrace will make its mark.
Alone, just alone.
Two in one room.
Silence between the couple who said “I do.”
Torn in half wanting understanding and a nice long chat.
Fear of rejection and solitude of the soul.
One can scream and kick all they want.
Soon to realize one’s defeat.
Not giving up.
Just taking a moment to breathe.
Sleep and dream.
Wake and be refresh.
Alone, maybe.
Two in one room.
And together once more in a lover’s embrace.