This is so late, but care to share? 
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Posted it.
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The sun shines on the river,
Bright as a halo
Shining like a star.
The river is clear, relaxing
Beautiful.
The beauty of the river calls out for me
It calls to me, saying,
Come here, dear.
No need to fear.
I take out my camera and take some pictures
The sun shines,
Shining on me
Making me as bright as the river.
I breathe in the air, the pure air of nature
Nature, my closest friend
A poem about nature and my photography of it.
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Just discovered that, great thread, imma write some poetry 
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Ok, this isnāt exactly a poem, itās a little story with added poetryā¦ (iām too inspired and want to get it all out)
based on a true story, it would mean a lot to me if you read it
How would it feel, if life had given you another chance? If you had a one of a kind opportunity to meet that one person who made you feel as if nothing mattered in this world, it was only you, this person and life itself? Wellā¦ i would take this chance.
I am sitting there on the beach, staring at this beatiful view, the calming sea, thinkingā¦ suddenly i hear a noise, i look behind me and itās my friend, a bright smile appears across my face. He sits beside me, staring at the view, saying how much he missed me. āI missed you moreā i respond, i rest on his shoulder, feeling relieved, thinking how happy i am my best friend is back, āi thought i would never see you againā. For a second there is silence, that silence that makes you start to worry, āYeahā¦ me tooā he said. sighs, āBut i am not leaving again, i will always be hereā , of course i believe him, we are inseperable, neither me or him would leave each other, he has always been my rock, like back in elemenary school, when i got in a fight with a classmate, once he saw me cry, he quickly came to comfort me, saying āitās okay, itās overā. I really admire him for how strong he is. I tear drops down my cheek, i suddenly feel a weigh on me, i can no longer feel the calming sea, no longer see the beautiful view, i only feel the storm coming āIām sorryā i say while crying, i start to hold him tighter, āi never meant to neglect youā i respond. He hugs me back āNo, donāt be sorry, i am always here, remember?ā he says āI know you didnāt mean itā he sheds a tear. And thenā¦ his grip starts to loosen, āyou are really strong, Maria, you got through a lot, i have faith in youā , i begin to let go of his hug, āI never stopped caring, i wouldnāt want you to dwell in the past, i wanna see you move on with your life, just donāt forget meā and he fades away. It was all my imagination, suddenly i donāt rest on him, i only feel the sand, i was laying on the sand all this time. More tears drop down my cheeks, āi wonāt forget you, trust meā i say and keep on laying on the sandā¦
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Thatāsā¦ So sadā¦
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Somewhere over the rainbowwwā¦ 
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What did you write? 
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Somewhere over the rainbowwwā¦ 
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Well that counts.
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Bump! 
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Iām terrified that Iām just alive
to try to survive.
But I want to be alive
to try and live my life.
This just popped into my head I looked for a thread to write it down 
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Beautiful and deep.
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Thanks, I donāt even know if I like it or not
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Give me a topic/place/event to write a poem about.
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Ummā¦ nature.
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The bad poet with a love for poetry
The bad poet with a love for poetry
Iām bad at writing poems and just come up with things that happen to rhyme.
Whether itās only a few sentences or a 2-page, grammatical crime.
It can sometimes look a bit messy and some of the words, just seem very unfit.
But you know what? I fu*king love it!
As poetry is more than the rules in a book dictating how you should do it.
It can also be an amazing art form that lets you express intense feelings and emotions, in ways of you see fit.
Well most of my poems are usually dark and depressing , this one ended up strangely uplifting .
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Hereās an awful poem I wrote in 6th grade 
My parents werenāt there
To take me to the fair
So then I got mad,
and then they got sad.
So instead I went to the park
But my dog started to bark
So I took my dog home
And gave him a bone.
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I should write another poem hereā¦
(A poem about healing)
Spring
The flowers bloom in the glowing sun
They smile at me as I walk by.
āHello,ā they say.
I canāt help but be captured by the mere beauty of simple flowers
Theyāre just flowers.
Flowers in the spring
Little flowers, big flowers,
They want nothing from me
Just like I donāt want anything from them.
I breathe in the beautiful smell of nature.
Daffodils, roses, sunflowers, tulips:
Hope, beauty, happiness, and peace.
I hope to have beauty
For happiness to have peace.
Nothing but love, like these flowers.
I will grow like these flowers
Grow high to the sky
And have hope, happiness, beauty and peace.
Oh my god why did I post this Iām not a poet I hate this
someone liked this wtf
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I post poems on Wattpad. My poems books are āMeet Me by the Seaā where I just have poems on my experiences under an ocean aesthetic and āThe Quiet Clubā which is all about introverts.
I want to share a poem I wrote last year from āMeet Me by the Seaā about struggling to talk to someone:
Message In a Bottle
The words are stuck.
The pen wonāt work.
The speech is sharp.
To speak will hurt.
My message in a bottle,
I sent it far away.
In a sea of secrecy,
because I donāt know what to say.
Inside is the fear,
all those things I canāt say.
Consuming little bits of hope,
so Iām sending it away.
Inside is the hate,
the words that burn.
Better to spark than to scorch,
a hard thing to learn.
Inside is giving up,
dismissal dressed as a lie.
I know youāll never understand,
so I wonāt even try.
They say itās just so easy,
to say what you mean.
The outcome unravels in my head
like a colourful woven scene.
They laugh but I donāt see the joke.
They hurt when there is no pain.
They are confused where the lines make sense,
and I have to repeat myself again.
So I sent these words in a bottle,
I sent them far away.
Head below the waves,
of an ocean of things Iāll never say.
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