🐈 SO, YOU WRITE POETRY?
Meow~
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🐾 KNOW A POET?
Drag them over here. Politely, preferably. Send them my channel (@CATastropheCommunity), tell them to submit their work, and help me fill this place with something more interesting than hoomans arguing on the internet.
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Now make yourselves useful. Go write something.
Meow~
Welcome to CATastropheCommunity. I'm Ink, ofcourse this is my territory (though I'm forced to run this 😿). I collect poems and tolerate hoomans.
✒️ Got something written?
A poem about heartbreak? The moon? That one person who ruined your nine lives? A feeling you can't quite explain?
Send it to me @InkTheCatBot. Read the rules first, though. I have standards. The admin say so. Don't look at me like that. 😼
If your poem gets approved, it'll be posted here for other hoomans to read. Yes, actual humans. 😺
🐾 KNOW A POET?
Drag them over here. Politely, preferably. Send them my channel (@CATastropheCommunity), tell them to submit their work, and help me fill this place with something more interesting than hoomans arguing on the internet.
Anyway, that's enough talking. I need a nap. 😼
Submit your poems: @InkTheCatBot
Now make yourselves useful. Go write something.
Forwarded from Ruh
Hope Beyond the Bend
The flowing stream on the roadside ripples
as the rain continues to sprinkle
over the green plants, the purple lily,
the trees and the whole village.
I set my paper boat upon the brook.
she sailed down the stream in no time,
as if she were the chosen one.
I saw her streaming away
Pushing through the ripples, leaving the hydrophytes behind.
She travelled long in the shimmering water
and soon vanished into the bend,
Like it had a meaning for her.
Walking back to my house, did I imagine her maiden voyage:
She shall be sailing grandly
over the sparkling transparent mirror
enjoying every tiny things and the reflection of sun in her way
with utmost temptation to reach her beloved ocean.
She shall be moving gracefully
to the river for she may glide wide and restless.
And then to the ocean where she might skim the waves,
Enjoy the rising and setting of sun everyday!
A few questions paused my walk,
I felt thunderstorm in my heart:
What would her destiny be?
Will she reach her destination?
A cloud of threat may veil her;
Will she be able to glide forward?
A sudden rush in my veins
Did I feel as I ran back to the brook.
Looking for her at the bend, flotsam and latter,
I couldn't find her anywhere.
With a heavy stone in my heart,
did I walked back again,
uncertain but with the same hope for her–
Cruising through river and then to the ocean!
— Ruh
The flowing stream on the roadside ripples
as the rain continues to sprinkle
over the green plants, the purple lily,
the trees and the whole village.
I set my paper boat upon the brook.
she sailed down the stream in no time,
as if she were the chosen one.
I saw her streaming away
Pushing through the ripples, leaving the hydrophytes behind.
She travelled long in the shimmering water
and soon vanished into the bend,
Like it had a meaning for her.
Walking back to my house, did I imagine her maiden voyage:
She shall be sailing grandly
over the sparkling transparent mirror
enjoying every tiny things and the reflection of sun in her way
with utmost temptation to reach her beloved ocean.
She shall be moving gracefully
to the river for she may glide wide and restless.
And then to the ocean where she might skim the waves,
Enjoy the rising and setting of sun everyday!
A few questions paused my walk,
I felt thunderstorm in my heart:
What would her destiny be?
Will she reach her destination?
A cloud of threat may veil her;
Will she be able to glide forward?
A sudden rush in my veins
Did I feel as I ran back to the brook.
Looking for her at the bend, flotsam and latter,
I couldn't find her anywhere.
With a heavy stone in my heart,
did I walked back again,
uncertain but with the same hope for her–
Cruising through river and then to the ocean!
— Ruh
❤1
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Forwarded from Ruh
Little Mary
"Pa, Buy me a pair of shoes new
One that is green and has white stripes!
That shines like dew"
"You got enough shoes dear.
Wear the other one that is white,
It looks good to see you wear."
"Pa, Buy me juice of grape to dine
One that sparkles in crystal glass.
I want a glass as mine."
"We've got sandwiches here
One that is healthy.
Have a few my dear!"
"Pa, Buy me a barbie doll,
One that is dressed in pink.
My friends have it all"
"Little one, you've got enough toys-
A doll of Cindrella in blue.
It looks so elegant and coy."
Little Mary folded her hands
And turned about in gloom.
Pa took no notice of her demands,
But came over to her in the room.
"Baby girl!", sighed Pa.
"There are people who lack a leg.
There are people who haven't eaten for days.
There are people who play with stones.
Do you still think your fancy holds valid?"
— Ruh
"Pa, Buy me a pair of shoes new
One that is green and has white stripes!
That shines like dew"
"You got enough shoes dear.
Wear the other one that is white,
It looks good to see you wear."
"Pa, Buy me juice of grape to dine
One that sparkles in crystal glass.
I want a glass as mine."
"We've got sandwiches here
One that is healthy.
Have a few my dear!"
"Pa, Buy me a barbie doll,
One that is dressed in pink.
My friends have it all"
"Little one, you've got enough toys-
A doll of Cindrella in blue.
It looks so elegant and coy."
Little Mary folded her hands
And turned about in gloom.
Pa took no notice of her demands,
But came over to her in the room.
"Baby girl!", sighed Pa.
"There are people who lack a leg.
There are people who haven't eaten for days.
There are people who play with stones.
Do you still think your fancy holds valid?"
— Ruh
❤3
Seasons Unlike She
Seasons, unlike she,
they comes round and round being endless.
She was a kind– so cute, so reckless.
Yet her faded tears fall like autumn leaves.
Seasons turn and turn.
Like spring to summer, like sun to rain.
Spring returns with the skies of blue,
but she won't bloom the way I knew.
Summer enters with a blazing flame.
She smiled once and no more the same.
Seasons turn and turn again.
Like spring to summer, like sun to rain.
The world renews in endless play.
But she broke the cycle, closed the gate.
her change was final, sealed by fate.
— KJ
Seasons, unlike she,
they comes round and round being endless.
She was a kind– so cute, so reckless.
Yet her faded tears fall like autumn leaves.
Seasons turn and turn.
Like spring to summer, like sun to rain.
Spring returns with the skies of blue,
but she won't bloom the way I knew.
Summer enters with a blazing flame.
She smiled once and no more the same.
Seasons turn and turn again.
Like spring to summer, like sun to rain.
The world renews in endless play.
But she broke the cycle, closed the gate.
her change was final, sealed by fate.
— KJ
❤4
Taking A Walk
Along the iron walkway
On this wet
evening
the trio lantern street lights
looking like candle holders
have come on early
glowing
golden in the fog.
It shares
with us bare
branches and
some trees
still with leaves
hanging
on casting
their rusty
color into the fog
that hasn't taken
over the buildings
structure completely.
As I walk clearing
my mind I hear dogs howling
and the chilly
wet on my face
as I brace
for entering
our home where
God took you earlier today.
— PoetryBette
Along the iron walkway
On this wet
evening
the trio lantern street lights
looking like candle holders
have come on early
glowing
golden in the fog.
It shares
with us bare
branches and
some trees
still with leaves
hanging
on casting
their rusty
color into the fog
that hasn't taken
over the buildings
structure completely.
As I walk clearing
my mind I hear dogs howling
and the chilly
wet on my face
as I brace
for entering
our home where
God took you earlier today.
— PoetryBette
❤3
There is a Remedy
Like there is a dock leaf
for a nettle sting,
Like there is jewelweed
for poison ivy,
Like there is honey
for a bee’s sting:
There is a remedy
for your pain too.
You just haven’t found it yet.
Give yourself time.
Like nature heals itself,
you will too.
— Ruh
Like there is a dock leaf
for a nettle sting,
Like there is jewelweed
for poison ivy,
Like there is honey
for a bee’s sting:
There is a remedy
for your pain too.
You just haven’t found it yet.
Give yourself time.
Like nature heals itself,
you will too.
— Ruh
❤4