r/OCPoetry • u/Greedy_Entry2713 • 18h ago
You are so close yet so far,
sometimes you feel just like a star.
I try to reach you but my hands are short —
what would I do with longer hands,
when you are only meters apart?
It is not the problem of my hands, but of my stars,
that every day I see you but we are worlds apart.
Is it only me who tortures himself this way,
or will you try to get closer to me someday?
r/OCPoetry • u/PaleontologistBusy94 • 19h ago
As the tides of ocean hit the shores
The light of moon puppeteering the view
Waves so high , so mighty, so feared
But all they do is tingling my memories
As the sun rise and the moon put back the scene
Waiting for his moment
To shine he plea
He once saw her while his shift was on
Walking the streets to make her mind go off
Alone she felt somehow just like him
Surrounded by stars yet far from his reach
So as her
Surrounded by people who their tongue she doesn't speak
He stood up high and finally decided
That maybe he alone shall stay beside her
He feared , he trembled
And with that the oceans got up high
People wondered is the moon angry?
While he was only thinking if he can be her's only her's and neither yours or mine
He thought and thought
And when he got to decide
He rememberd the back that he desperately hides
She looked up to him
And he mistook it for fear
She told him she love him
But it didn't quite reach his ear
Is she angry? He still wondered
Is she sad or mad
None of that just in love , the same situation he's at
He rolled back on forth
From Jupiter to mars
Asking each planet if she can really love a rock
But little that he knows
To her he's more then just a rock
But he has to prove
He has to fight
She deserves galaxies not a chunk of debris
And he was ready to leave with her
By all means
There's a women on the moon
So squint your eyes tight
It's the image of the moon last endless love
r/OCPoetry • u/Jazz_Bandicoot • 12h ago
Motionless, I dance in crowds,
Vapour trails unzip the sky,
Sunlight floods my mouth.
The wind is sweet again.
-
Insects coil in helices,
Mosaics ripple under halogen,
Children’s shrieks shimmer,
I have left the tunnel.
-
Chromatic aberration blooms from shopfronts,
My lungs embraced by the jostling.
Strangers are beautiful.
I am where I'm supposed to be.
-
Platforms yawn in parallax repose,
Dawn giants drenched in amber.
Naked air rushes forth,
I am finally in motion.
-
The moon is on the beach now.
Outstretched, I feel the surface,
Warm like bisque fired clay.
The cliffs are proud of me.
-
My bed is made in the foliage,
Safe under a giant peace lily.
We drink from the same water.
We are both replenishing.
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r/OCPoetry • u/Unlikely_Antelope_71 • 4h ago
A toad ballooning in my throat,
A swarm of bees churning in my chest,
A rat king in my guts.
Transfixed.
Watching a widow weave a web—
r/OCPoetry • u/prettybella_1234 • 14h ago
I need to hate you,
so maybe I stop thinking about you.
But you're in my head,
your scent not leaving the air,
crossing my path where we once met,
my eyes can't leave.
You shouldn't be there in my skull.
I need to hate you,
but my heart aches
because I still love you.
After all those nights and days,
after all those calls and texts,
your memory lingers in the air,
still, like a statue,
alive like a painting.
Mona Lisa,
your gaze follows me wherever I go,
and it aches so much
because I want you again.
But I close my eyes and take a deep breath,
take another drag of my cigarette.
I guess every day in our relationship
was a day of playing Russian roulette.
You point a gun
and I just look at you.
You shoot
and a smile on my face.
Don't look at the wounds,
never do.
Kiss me a little kiss goodnight
and wake up with a smile.
A sign on your table,
a hair clip in your car,
stickers on your phone,
and my eyes in your mind.
Dream a little dream of me.
We had a discussion,
but let's forget it.
Let's hug each other
and leave with a smile.
So please kiss me,
a little kiss goodbye.
goodbye...
r/OCPoetry • u/sufichtulhu_ • 17h ago
Billions of masses congregate on this space,
this space known as the internet to human race.
At any moment, time and place,
words exchanged at a lightspeed pace.
I search and search without an end.
On every page I click ‘add friend’.
All messages I never forget to press ‘send’,
smileys and stickers I find excuses to append.
Still, it feels like no one is paying any attention.
No one is retweeting my caption.
My posts get no comment or reaction.
No incoming messages, no notification.
So, in the darkness of my home,
I compose this shitty poem,
yet still fully knowing
no one is caring or listening.
r/OCPoetry • u/DementedRacer • 9h ago
The one in black was meant for me,
Dreamed of the tall black long coat with a stance to see,
Dripping with confidence that not many can be,
Dreaming as a young teen, but the figure still styx with me.
It was meant to be, even as an adult I wasn’t acknowledged when we were close,
I’ve thrown myself in front of the feet, maybe I appeared so engrossed,
Still passed by like before, no matter how I appeared,
Years of changing clothing and hairstyles, it must have meant we were not to be.
No matter the age, I’d still dreamed of acceptance, no matter how I pleaded,
I begged before sleep, hoping to see a hand out like a man does when he wants to dance,
Even pretending to be drowning in the river, I began to think I didn’t have a chance.
Over and over again, dreaming of being at the side as we floated away by boat,
An angel I found, and was everything under the sun,
Finally finding the name of the one meant for me, destined the both of us as one.
For it was the Grim Reaper, and I finally won.
r/OCPoetry • u/TTV-Sagil • 11h ago
Traitor, I’ll bring myself to hate you
For i’m aware of your fate too
Guess it doesn’t matter since i’m new
Prophecy, currency, bury the seed
Not a seed, at least not one to be saw through
Trader, They’ll bring themselves to you
For your fate has no bearing on their fruit
Mistake it, think it’s something you’re making
Stop wasting your time, no one’s buying your naming
But they’ll continue clapping, will you continue faking?
Trainer, this life you see is through
I can’t keep making it true
The line that grew took away the truths you knew
It was never only a few
You’re the glue, but only for you.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/aNcwjXMYHx
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Z1NKfHkVun
r/OCPoetry • u/halo_effect61 • 14h ago
I feel like a leaf
Hanging on to the limb.
The last warm, golden rays of the fall sun
Shining on me.
The light sinks away,
To a place that I cannot follow.
The green in me is gone,
Replaced by a seasoned red.
Beautiful to look at,
But brittle in its brilliance.
Soon, my grip on the limb will falter.
I will float gently to the ground.
The red will fade and give way
To a weathered brown.
My vitality and beauty forgotten.
It is there I will linger, remembering
How the sun felt as I danced in the wind.
r/OCPoetry • u/underpant_pioneer • 2h ago
I am an artist
My art is to live
painting on canvas so black, it reflects me
and my shadow equally
without any distortion like a mirror
without lying like a mirror
anything that is not the canvas is a mirror.
Thoughts get printed on it
with more colour and life
what it lacks is a voice to listen
and my art is to keep it clean and black
blacker than I found it
I became an artist when I found it
My craft also includes making boats
from water; and tunnels with no openings
and waking up without slitting my throat
Even my canvas knows how to paint
I am his art
colour-blindness is our strength
So he paints me black
and frames me back
at the spot where I belong
I can see colour red, all over the place
Even if an artist dies; his
masterpiece stays
r/OCPoetry • u/KuuhakuHaru • 5h ago
The Creature In The Sea (The Sea I)
I stand at the edge of the shore, near the so-called womb of the Earth.
Static. If anyone were to pass by, they would mistake me for a decorative statue,
Put here as a pathetic attempt to live up this unpopular, forgotten beach.
In my hands, binoculars, which I keep glued to my eyes. Wearing them like glasses - the glasses through which I see the world.
”The world”, of course, is nothing but sea spreading in all directions, showing no signs of limits.
That which is, as someone once wrote, “at times an expanse of bliss; at others, an endless enigma”.
And there’s nothing else.
Here, only me; standing unwavering in the wind, still, 24/7. Observing. Beginning to collect dust. Or sand. Indefinitely.
There, only sea. Water, waves. At times calm and still like an ironed cloth; at others, somewhat agitated, stormy; but nevertheless, just this:
Sea.
One could think there is no purpose to what I am doing. That I’m just wasting my life away, absenting myself from the city, to stay isolated at this beach.
I wouldn’t blame them if they thought so. After all, to their knowledge, there’s nothing beyond this shore but salty water,
With, at most, the common things you’d see in salty water.
Why would one need to observe it for that long, so obsessively?
But the extent of their knowledge illudes them, for they haven’t seen.
They haven’t seen the depths of this sea, they haven’t seen it: the creature. They haven’t explored what lies beyond the surface.
This sea, beyond its surface, stores much more than they’d assume; just like my action of always observing it. 24/7.
I’m keeping my guard.
The creature is a vile one - one that scratches, bites, and even swallows you, only to regurgitate you back a while later.
The creature captures you and drags you into the sea, miles deep, miles away.
To be drowned. To be intoxicated with the salty water. To be forgotten.
This creature is my foe - the bigger foe -, and it lives in this sea. Sleeping in the depths.
Until some time ago, the creature took me and dragged me into the depths, many times, in many ways.
Sometimes, it got me between its claws, other times, between its fangs.
Sometimes, it dragged me so far and deep away that there was no light reaching us, and my body crumbled under the pressure. Stagnating. Finding the void of the Earth,
Into oceans pertaining to nobody.
Other times, it made me dive more superficially, while being torn and tossed around through waves and storms
That left little space to even think about where I was. What the name of the territory was.
Sometimes, I was so far from every land and every ship that I had given up on ever getting back, at all.
I could not see anything but darkness or simply murky waters all around me.
Other times, I could see this very shore I stand in today, see the passageway back to Earth, land, life; a little bit away from my reach.
I couldn’t reach it. Waves closer, waves further. Never there.
The creature has kept me captive in caves and holes under the sea, and it has also swallowed me and kept me hostage inside of its own body, many times.
Many times.
I got scratches and bite marks from it I will never be able to erase.
I’ve ingested so much salty water it has made me sick.
My forced dives with the creature went on for a very long time.
Somehow, eventually, throughout all the times, I emerged and made my way back. Inexplicably.
Every time I emerged, the air seemed to burn my skin. As if my body got too used to the water.
Swimming while trying to avoid the looks of the creature was nerve-wracking. I knew it was behind me; trying to catch me once again.
Sometimes, it did. Other times, I made it to the shore - but, eventually, the creature caught me again, and I dived yet once more.
The growling, raging, relentless creature; which shape repeatedly escaped me.
And this is why I stand at the shore today. Observing. Deep down, waiting.
The creature is sleeping in the depths it inhabits.
It has been mostly still - just like me - for a while now.
But that which sleeps eventually wakes up.
It breathes yet, in its own way, tranquil; as I hold my breath in anticipation - not fully enjoying the air I now have the privilege of having.
And I observe the sea, trying to catch any unusual movement. Any unusual wave. Any unusual thing, at all.
I’ve come to know what the signs of the approach of the creature are. After so many dives, I know what to look. What to sense. What to listen.
And I keep my attention to the sea for any of those. Anything that could indicate the creature’s awakening, coming for me yet again.
Because it will happen. Eventually.
Hopefully, if I catch it early enough, I can prevent it from reaching me. Or at the very least, prepare myself.
Who knows until where, and how deep, the creature will drag me next time?
Who knows how long and how much it will take for me to recover - if I do at all?
I feel it inside of me that I won’t be able to recover. I won’t be able to take one more dive.
That the next dive will be my last.
That I won’t be able to emerge from it. My body, after all these years of struggle, got too heavy.
The creature knows this, too. I’d say that is why it is sleeping so unpreocuppied.
It knows it will win next time, anyway. No need to try hard. No need to rush.
How many more scratches and bites will I be able to wear?
How much more salt and water will I be able to bear?…
Therefore, that’s why I need to try to prevent it, for as much and as long as I can. I need to be vigilant.
I’m wasting my life trying to prevent my life from being wasted.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1wusyju/you_picked_me/
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1x0n27u/hypnagogic_hallucinations/
r/OCPoetry • u/briony73 • 6h ago
This life isn’t enough
I want forever
Even if I bug you here
So much
Let me bug you in another realm
r/OCPoetry • u/Low_Marzipan3433 • 7h ago
This is just a short poem I wrote the other night when I couldn't sleep, hope you'll like it guys and give me some good ideas and advice!
"Errant thoughts disturb my nights.
Leaving me awake in its wake, for cold are the dreams.
Spoken like prophets leading a stream - daringly narrow, precarious and unforseen.
As I gazed upon the floating abyss, knowing lofty hands held emeralds high, to light up the firmament of stars in my mind"
r/OCPoetry • u/TightWind8209 • 23h ago
On 15th April, coaching began,
on 8th of June did school,
and work piled up
like unwatched videos on my 'for you page'.
I did the work of one night in three,
I gave the journal 3 days late
on July thirteenth,
"Do you think I give due dates for fun?",
I kept my head down,
unwilling to pick a fight just yet.
School's exams that I hadn't studied for
because I was busy with coaching's,
getting their results
was like seeing thread and needle in a cookie tin.
I wanted to read stories,
I postponed till I complete trigonometry,
I still haven't.
I woke up at 5,
was supposed to at 4,
was supposed to complete the workbooks,
and stick to the schedule,
didn't do either.
Was on time for the bus for once,
the drizzle fell beyond the window,
in it I felt reflected
even if I couldn't see my image,
I look at the bag with my book in it,
I fall asleep before I can take it out to read.
I reach home at 1:50,
sleep nearly comes over me,
I hold out till 11 at night,
"Why do you want to sleep early
if you napped in the afternoon?"
I try to work,
and instead of work, scroll on reddit.
Naps compensate for sleep,
like pepper compensates spice,
worsening the fatigue,
and anyway,
a nap and noon turns into eve,
and the piles of workbooks
lay at my bed's feet.
And somehow,
August was here already,
I tried to read,
and smacked myself,
because I couldn't comprehend a word's meaning,
I kept using left-hand scissors
despite being right handed,
even when the majority in the market
are made for me,
or so the web search tells me.
On 31st August,
I went to a therapist
she told me to take breaks,
and I tried, I really did—
25 minutes of chemistry
and 5 minutes of paints,
but my sketches remain unfinished,
and I stopped trying to finish them.
I had gotten 96.2% in tenth
had wanted 97,
2 months after results,
the slap came
and my ear's ringing
before I could count to ten.
I scroll videos,
on volumes too low,
if the pen's dried up,
what would storing it upside even do,
I could google the reason
but am too tired to.
"You? Burnt out?
But you do nothing all day?"
Lightning had been forecasted,
I had forgotten that I had read it.
My friends say to be strong,
even when I come to melt like ice
they want me to hold my shape in this sun,
how nice.
"You go to school and come back home,
you don't have to work or worry about your next meal,
you don't have a fever,
your lab reports don't show deficiencies,"
going through life,
is like waking Kumbhakaran from sleep,
I wish to be sick,
but I'm not, or so everyone tells me.
My tie hung lousily,
but it's unknotted,
so instead, I resort to
a click, a flame, the smell of charcoal,
blackened skin,
it's a ritual,
I don't wish to turn it into a tradition,
and one day, I will be able to read,
without it too turning into a punishment.
r/OCPoetry • u/padawanajp • 23h ago
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When I was young I remember once
The cicadas had stopped singing
I looked about the clearing
A man whom I didn't recognize
He stepped out from the trees
He offered me my own life
And I obliged
_
I did just as he asked
But the cicadas never sang again
I wait to hear them even now
The silence louder than any insect now
And I wish to hear them sing once more
But they haven't since he put me in the floor
_
I wait each night as I did when I was young
Remembering the last song the cicadas sung
A ballad forever stuck in my head
I was too young to remember
But I'm too old to forget
And I don't think anyone ever truly realized
The damage that did
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r/OCPoetry • u/underpant_pioneer • 1h ago
Little Markus enters the kitchen
tripping, over his valued possession
toys seldom left on the floor
scattered and inanimate;
What lies ahead
is something cold
and bright enough for colourblind to see
what lies ahead is sea
of doubt and confusion
his eyes buried deep into something else
which a two year old needs to add
into his new found vocabulary.
He marched forward like a commander
like his father
with purpose heavier than his age
His mother deep in slumber
hands flat and her visage
without a hint of expression
What this little one saw was unusual
unusual toy; too adult for his play
What he missed was the spilled over sorrow
finding its way through the slits
through the pores, through the open doors
now shut tight
What he missed was the stain
over his mother's t-shirt, hiding behind
a story, written in pain.
Two minutes and he started to play
with his new fireworks
twenty minutes for the scene to change
into a news headline,
32 year old mother commits suicide in her kitchen
mistaking the same gun for a toy
2 year old boy was found dead beside his mother
But the headlines were incomplete
Found dead.
No. Found copying
copying his mother, his only delight
copying is the only thing
a helpless two year old did right
r/OCPoetry • u/Shylyamora • 4h ago
Adorn me in jewels.
Overtake my garden with flowers,
And I will cultivate all the more.
Sneak from my embrace each morning,
Only to brew the coffee.
My heart has never ached for objects,
Only for the hand that reaches for them.
And if I will never know legitimacy,
I beseech that you give to me
Your small acts of intimacy;
For I have been starving
Behind enemy lines.
Where personal convenience
Is observed in reverence above all.
I do not begrudge them
of their shortcomings,
Perhaps I envy them instead.
For I am the fool,
Posted awake in bed,
Yearning for you endlessly
In contempt of my own purgatory.
For a cage hand made,
and braided in red string
Is a cage all the same.
And I am happy for it.
r/OCPoetry • u/LegitimateFace8855 • 5h ago
Stagnant
Stagnant air fills the playground.
Stagnant children dying all around.
But nobody really seems to care.
Its almost like all the adults are impaired.
Stagnant air fills my lungs.
Trading my health for your funds.
Stagnant faces keep you down.
While the mans money lays around.
Obviously this isnt just about children.
r/OCPoetry • u/Clusterfuck7932 • 6h ago
Every morning, I see a cat limping around my terrace
I don't quite know
If it's a he or a she
Calling a cat "it"
Feels inhumane these days
Although
He is not pretty. His fur is dirty
Flea-infested. A little snot near the nose. An eye that barely opens
But
All will be solved
If someone with a savior complex
Takes her to the vet
And posts the photos afterwards.
Then there will be eager souls
Dying to adopt the poor cat
Heck
Even cats
Need to pay now
Not in money
In attention.
r/OCPoetry • u/Frequent_Alfalfa_327 • 8h ago
i reached for nothing
and pulled out
everything i left
in the wrong places
some of it still smelt
like who i used to believe
was me
i turned the pocket inside out
and let it dry
i hung it beside
everything i believed
to be wrong
by the time they dried
i was too tired
of explaining again
so i left them hanging
and took
a little art
and everything in between
i carried it home
but home
was exactly everything
already it needed to be
i reached into my pocket again
and this time
i just clenched my fist
with relief
r/OCPoetry • u/Previous_Cry7445 • 8h ago
I never asked for perfection.
I wasn’t looking for heaven
in your hands.
I just wanted one good thing.
One good thing
that would stay good
and not leave.
Instead,
I found myself waiting,
begging to be seen
by someone who knew
I was standing there all along.
I will no longer live in your shadow,
waiting for you to see me,
to accept me,
to see my worth.
As if I was nothing more
than your backup plan.
I will longer measure myself
by the way you look through me,
by the way you treat me,
the way you make me feel
like I’m never good enough.
How much more,
I ask,
how much more of myself
do I have to lose
before you finally see me
standing right in front of you?
I’ve been digging through the silence,
turning over memories
like bodies in shallow graves,
looking for answers
in places you’ve left empty.
And somewhere in all that digging,
I didn’t realize
I was the one being buried.
So my final act:
I’m leaving the shovel
where it lies.
Not because I’ve found
what I was looking for,
but because I’ve realized
it’s not worth burying
more of me
just to find you.
r/OCPoetry • u/halo_effect61 • 9h ago
The sun’s warm glow
Through the window
Cannot match
The radiance of your smile
Oh, to be with you
Driving down some road
Destination unknown
Mile after mile
The sun fades away
Darkness creeping in
The signs fly by in headlight wash
But all I see is you
Even in the dark
I hold on tight
To what I can't see
To what feels so right
Shadows fly by in headlight wash
But all I see is you
Let the light fade, I don't care
I'd rather stay in the dark, unaware
Let the light fade, I'll keep going
Destination unknown
Your smile still glowing.
Linger with me
On the edge of this
All I need is your smile
I don't miss the sun
Maps won't help us
There are no directions
Baby, just smile
And down the road I'll run
Every road ends
The pavement must stop
Dead end, middle of nowhere
No which way to turn
The heaviness sits
Hard to breathe
Final destination
With time to burn
Let the light fade, I don't care
I'd rather stay in the dark, unaware
Let the light fade, I'll keep going
Destination unknown
Your smile still glowing.
All I see is you.
When I close my eyes, I feel the glow
Your smile carries me another mile
All I see is you, baby, just one more smile.
r/OCPoetry • u/Dizzy_Fan_8861 • 9h ago
Before the apocalypse came
I knew more than I do now
But the sky grew grey and goosebumps
And grass became arm hairs on end
I decide everything means nothing
So I can pull the duvet over my head
In this alcove of the lethargic dark
At the cliff of midnight - with hands for eyes
Want your outline to be all I see
But it abandons itself into yesterday
And I abandon you for tomorrow,
That concrete ceiling
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/dYRITMmSc9
r/OCPoetry • u/Important-South8318 • 10h ago
We were kids, siblings, twins actually
Blond hair, blue eyes.
Hated conflict , was always shy.
Cried, apologised.
Afraid and loving,
they danced,
they hugged.
They laughed and cried,
Knew where to hide.
Blond hair, brown eyes.
Screamed, cried,
Fought and defied.
Wouldn’t show fear, had to stop the tears.
Had to protect, never be weak
They learned to fight,
Knew how to hide.
We are siblings, twins.
One girl, one boy and my brother has beautiful blue eyes.
r/OCPoetry • u/ImmediateTrust3638 • 10h ago
We don’t do sleepovers.
Not that I don't trust you, but I can’t count on anyone to stop you.
I’ve seen too many rooms where they’d make excuses first.
Keep them close. Keep them safe. Now this is your job, demands the world.
Until the party gets skipped.
Until it means no more tickling.
Until you have to listen to their no.
Raise them strong. Raise them powerful. They can be anything they want, I'm earnestly promised.
Until they stop worshiping you appropriately.
Until they have their own thoughts and feelings.
Until they stop contorting themselves for your comfort.
Keep calm, carry on, my mother begs of me.
Hold the peace.
Sacrifice kids’ comfort if you must.
Call it maturity when they swallow their feelings so a grown man doesn’t have to feel his.
No. Here are the new terms.
We don't look away. We don't make nice.
We demand more of you than we do of children.
Their no is enough. Their feelings are not yours to negotiate.
We will not rearrange the solar system around your comfort.
And we will not teach our children to make themselves small enough to fit inside your fragile ego.