paulmo07

sadness is a quiet thing

a man must not

express.

a hushed secret

to lock away;

a key to swallow down.

he weeps into newspapers

on crowded trains

or hiding behind

the front door.

he shoulders happiness

with a grin

and this weakness is

no more.

 

a man dwells not

on what he loses,

because it’s never lost

for long.

a man has prizes to be won

and what he’s lost

must be his

once more.

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I wrote this in 2017 and I've always wanted to share it, yet never have. Been trying to get back into writing lately and thought finally posting it could be a nice place to start. Not necessarily my favorite that I've written, but writing it helped me process some of my f

Hey everyone!

We're a newly formed static on Ragnarok/Chaos DC looking to fill out our group. Each of us comes with experience raiding at a "high level" in XIV and WoW. Our static fell apart at right before savage dropped, so we're looking to form our own group.

We would like to progress on Savage, and afterwards the Ultimate fights. Initially, we would be more midcore but would, in the future, like to move more towards hardcore raiding.

We currently have a warrior, white mage, and bard/dancer. We would like another tank, healer (preferably scholar. If you play white mage and are interested, though, contact us anyway and we can figure something out!), and 3 more dps. All classes are we

My heart went frantic

at the sight of you.

Could you hear

it calling for me

to unlock its cage

and embrace yours?

Could you hear my fear

in its rhythm?

I wonder;

was your heart

pounding, too?

What did the sight of me

do to you?

Did it want me

in your arms,

or had you already

swallowed the key?

Leaving it to flutter

at the walls, like

a bird in a mine?

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Wrote this last week and liked it. As is usual with things I write, I like the latter half much more than the first half. I'd be curious for any input on how I could potentially improve the first half to match it. The title is also just an idea. Thanks!

(PS I wanted a second

why is it all

so small?

the days are

too short;

the years are

too few.

I want to do

so much.

this world's

too small

for me.

My bed is

too small

for two, but I

made some room

for you.

I watch you

sleep there, and

wonder if your

heart is

too small

for me, too.

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Another sappy "bad/sad love" poem I wrote up the other night. I kind of think the first and second stanza don't feel like they come from the same poem, but sometimes I also really like them together.

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Hello, I apologize if this is not the appropriate subreddit for this kind of question. If it's not, and someone could point me in the right direction, that would be awesome!

The title explains my main question. I [24M] was in a year long, horrible relationship a few years ago. About a year and a half ago, we finally broke up and I moved countries to essentially escape it. I have spent a lot of time in therapy trying to recover from it. Recently, I've been feeling as if I'm ready to start putting myself out there, and try dating again. However, this has not proven as easy as I originally thought it would be.

I went on my first date this past Sunday, and, even though I enjoyed myself, I was

when i lost you,
the sky was blue and
the birds were singing.
the sea foamed
lazily on the shore and
people played with dogs
in parks, while
kids threw tantrums
and played at war.

but when i lost you
I didn’t want to see
a bird black against
that sky
I didn’t want to play
in parks
or wage wars
with cards
i wanted to be
alone with me and
think of days
when the sea bubbled up
with laughter
when days were filled
with funny jokes
and silly faces
and we needed
nothing more
and the birdsongs
instead
were ours!

having lost you, though,
my song can't be sung,
anymore.

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Something I had written a while ago and came across a

I don't care

that you only liked

to have sex with the lights off

so you couldn't

see me. and

I don't care

that you regretted every

second of it after.

my memories of you

aren't built up of

sadnesses, anymore.

instead, now,

of moments when

I thought

"Wow...

I'm so lucky

to be yours."

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Been drinking a bit and felt like writing something. So, I'll ask you all to excuse me for using this reddit a bit as a place for me to post these "venting" poems. Hope you all like it, hate it, or feel anything from it.

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Sometimes,

late at night

when I could tell that

you were already sleeping,

I would grab your hand

and lace your fingers

through mine. And,

sometimes,

your grip would tighten

in mine

and I could feel it.

And I would ask myself if,

sometimes,

you loved me as much

as you said you did

after the two bottles of wine

it took for you to even

want me.

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First time posting.. I wrote this a month or so ago to help me cope with a break up. Been wanting to share it and came across this subreddit. Hope you all enjoy it.

Childhood

[Creation](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/66xm0r/creation/dgm33j7