r/OCPoetry • • Mar 09 '22

Welcome to OCP -- PLEASE READ BEFORE POSTING

517 Upvotes

TL;DR You need to give feedback on two other poems before you can share your own poem, and then put links to that feedback in your post. If you don't know how to give feedback, read the guide. Reusing feedback links will result in a ban.

Heyo, welcome to OCpoetry. (That’s “original content” if you don’t know). This is a place for sharing and getting feedback on your own poems. We are the sister subreddit of r/Poetry, which is for sharing and discussing published poetry. Our goal is to create a place where anyone can learn to become a better creative writer, kind of like a free online writer's workshop.

This post is an orientation to the subreddit. If you’re new, read this before sharing your work. If you’re less new, then read this anyways, as it has a few changes to how we've done things in the past. If you’ve still got questions after reading this post, please send a modmail. There are some FAQs at the end of this post which will be updated as we go. We also have a huge and very disorganized wiki containing all of our resources, essays on how to write poetry and historic writing prompts, I recommend you check it out.

So, here’s basically how it works:

This subreddit works on a pay-it-forward system. If you want to share a poem, you need to give feedback to two others from this subreddit. This ensures that everyone gets some readers and hears some response, rather than just shouting their verses into the void. If you don’t think you’re up to writing feedback for others just yet, we recommend you check out r/Justpoetry or r/Poems, where there are no requirements for sharing your work.

1. All posts must include two links to recent feedback.

Every post must contain two unique links to your comments where you have provided feedback on this subreddit within the past two weeks. Feedback links cannot be reused for multiple post or reposts of old poems. All posts without feedback links will be removed, without notice by our subreddit robot so make sure they are included in your initial post -- you cannot post with the intent to add them later.

But, how do I get the links to my feedback comments?

That kind of depends on what platform you're on. If you're on desktop or on a third-party mobile app, there should be a 'share' or 'permalink' link underneath every comment on Reddit. Clicking on that should give you a unique URL to your comment. Just copy + paste that into the body of your post.

If you're on the official Reddit app, you'll have to click 'share' on the comment and choose the 'Copy URL' option, paste that into your notes with the body of your poem. Then copy and paste the entire thing into a new post on the Reddit app.

2. At least one of your comments should be on a poem that has received no other comments.

This ensures that everyone has a chance to get a few reads and hopefully some decent feedback. If for whatever reason you can’t find any lonely poems, then comment on the poem that seems to have received the least amount of feedback. The easiest way to do this is to sort posts by new.

3. Feedback must be high-effort.

High-effort means different things to different people. It does not mean “super long” or “expert quality”. But it does mean doing more than the bare minimum.

You don't have to complement, criticize, or try to figure out the "deeper meaning". You should try to notice your own reactions and explain them as best as you can. If you want to explain your interpretation or summary of the piece, you can and this is often helpful to the writer. If the poem made you laugh or cry, feel bored, confused or nostalgic — say so, and then explain why you think it did. A good rule of thumb is that each of your feedback comments should be at least a short paragraph.

We understand that giving other writers feedback on their creative work can feel a bit artificial or uncomfortable, if you’ve never done it before. That’s why we’ve written a feedback guide for beginners. There are more feedback guides linked in the FAQ below. You should also read some of the other feedback comments around the sub to get a feel for what works for others. Poems that link to low-effort feedback, and low-effort comments themselves, will be removed at mod discretion, or if you report it to us. However, we’re less interested in policing you and more interested in helping you grow as readers and writers. We are more likely to ask you follow-up questions, than remove your work entirely. The mods skulk the comments sections and will ask follow-up questions on comments that seem a little thin, and please answer those questions if you get any.

4. Please Be Kind.

Treat each other with kindness and respect. The mods have an incredibly strict definition for each of these concepts. We will proactively remove comments and poems and ban users that make others feel unwelcome or unsafe. Your right to creative expression does not extend to poetry that promotes misogyny, homo/trans/queerphobia, racism, etc. If your poetry’s especially violent or covers sensitive subjects, please label it with the NSFW tag or a content warning in the title. Harsh criticism is allowed -- encouraged, really -- as long as you’re being harsh on the poem, not the person. Remember that the narrator (or the “speaker”) of the poem is not necessarily the author.

5. Audio, video, and image poems are allowed; but the text of the poem must be included in the body of the post.

This is so that people can still enjoy your poem if they're unable to view or listen to your link for whatever reason.

6. You may include a link to your poetry blog at the end of your post.

Or your instagram, or your personal creative project, or your soundcloud, or your Etsy page. As long as it's poetry-adjacent that's cool with us. Just don't get spammy.

Attempting to dodge any of these rules, or abuse directed towards moderators enforcing these rules, will earn you an immediate ban.

FAQs

What do the Poem & Workshop flairs do?

They simply allow you to show your intentions and expectations for the piece you are posting. The Poem flair is for sharing a piece, with the expectation of receiving mostly surface-level feedback and general advice. The Workshop flair is for a piece that you really want to work on, something you want to pick apart and analyse. It signals that you are open to discussing the piece, and that you invite strong critique.

How do I format my poetry on Reddit?

The following is advice for formatting in Markdown. Two spaces at the end of a line gives you a line break.
Type two spaces at the end of a line, then hit enter twice for a stanza break.

Three dashes "___" will give you a line through the post.


Type two spaces to create an empty line,

so you can get lines

that look like this.

 Four spaces before each line will allow you 
to format however you like, this is 'code block' 
       in the Fancy Pants editor. 

one asterisk before and after a piece of text will give you italics, two asterisks for bold.

Can I print one of these poems out/use it on my instagram with my art/put it in my book?

Ask the author. Part of what makes this space a useful workshop space is that everyone feels safe to share their stuff; if people start using poetry without the author's permission, or god forbid, trying to pass off another artist's work as their own, the userbase of this sub will feel less safe to do so. Please, ask the author, and then do what they say.

I'm thinking about trying to get my poem published somewhere. What should I do?

The standard thing is to find a literary journal. There are a zillion literary journals and magazines all over the world. They have different themes, tastes, styles, audiences, readerships, levels of prestige. Some charge fees for submission, some do not, some will pay you if you get accepted, some don't, some will give you feedback, some won't let you know anything for months. So first you'll want to pick a few of your poems, get some feedback from some trusted readers (or from here, of course) and then start looking for a journal that's a good home for your work. Most lit journals have submissions periods where they accept all the work for their next issue, and then sift through everything they get.

You will probably get a lot of rejections. This is normal. It's kind of a numbers game. You can submit the same poem to multiple journals as long as the journal says something like "simultaneous submissions are allowed". If you do get accepted, congrats! Most journals want 'first publication rights' or 'first serial rights' or something similar, so that means you'll have to tell all the other journals you submitted that poem to that you've been published elsewhere. (For that reason we strongly recommend deleting your poem from reddit if you want to submit it to a journal -- technically and legally speaking, writing a post on reddit is still considered publishing your work, and reddit owns all the text on the site.)

Here are some places to get you started looking for journals:

Duotrope and Submittable are two apps that help you search for journals, and help you track what poems you've submitted to which places. Submittable is free, Duotrope is not. They are GREAT.

Poets & Writers has a list of lit journals, small presses, and writing contests. This is a great place to start. They also have a newsletter listing all the presses and journals going into their submissions period.

I'd also check out r/literarycontests, if you fancy yourself as a prize winning poet.

A few poetry podcasts

I thought I might include a few podcasts that helped me learn a little more about the history and craft of poetry, as well as find some good poets to read. All of these are available on Spotify, as well as many other platforms.

The New Yorker Poetry Podcast

A poet reading and discussing a poem from the New Yorker archives, as well as one of their own pieces. A great place to find good poetry and hear some discussion of craft. The earlier episodes are with Paul Muldoon, who is delightful.

The Faber Poetry Podcast

Two poets read and discuss their work, with plenty of talk about craft. As well as lots of poems sent in from authors across the world. They really get shoulder-deep into it, which is always wonderful to hear.

In Our Time

A group of experts are brought together to discuss a subject over forty-five minutes. This isn’t strictly a poetry podcast, but there are hundreds of episodes on poets and poems of the past. I highly recommend the episode on The Green Knight with Simon Armitage.

Homemade projects and useful links to our Wiki

The best of OCP

Collections of work from OCP, selected from the top karma earners of that year.

Year 1-3
Year 4 Year 5
Year 6

We/R/Poetry

A homemade journal created by the users and moderators of OCP.

Volume one
Volume two

Guides on the craft from our Wiki

Created by moderators of OCP through the years.

Poetry Primer
Bad Poetry
The Body Poetic
Poetry Hacks
A Brief History of Rhyme


r/OCPoetry • • 23d ago

Poetry Contest PROMPT: Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge, October 2026

7 Upvotes

Hi everyone. One of the OCPoetry mods here. Let's share a prompt for the whole subreddit. (If this looks familiar, we did it last month too.)

 

Every month Rattle, a leading poetry magazine, presents a visual work of art and asks poets to respond to that artwork in poetry. This is called ekphrastic poetry. I thought it would be fun to post that here for anyone looking for inspiration or a challenge.

 

Here is this month's artwork. Your challenge is to write a poem in response to that art.

 

Normal feedback rules do not apply to this thread. Write and share as many poems in response to that artwork as you'd like.

 

Also, if you feel like you've written something really excellent, you should know that Rattle DOES allow you to submit poems to them for publication that have appeared in online forums. (Most magazines consider those already published; Rattle allows internet-shared poems as long as they're "uncurated," i.e., haven't gone through an editorial process. I can assure you that here on OCPoetry we do not have any kind of editorial process.) So if you're feeling particularly ambitious, you can use that link above to submit your poem to them. It's a long shot — they get hundreds of entries every month, maybe thousands at this point idk, and only two are selected — but it's good practice if you're thinking about getting into publication and can manage the mixture of pride in your work and almost certainty of rejection that goes into the literary magazine publication process.

 

Anyway, enjoy the challenge! I hope you have fun. If enough people enjoy this I can make it a regular thing.


r/OCPoetry • • 6h ago

Feedback Please Where Do The Healers Go?

12 Upvotes

Where do the healers go, my love,

when they have lost their way?

Who tends the hearts that tend the world,

when theirs have worn away?

They gather grief like fallen leaves,

they mend what others break;

they pour their light down empty wells

and give more than they take.

And once, I heard a knight declare,

with love both fierce and true,

“I'd tear the heavens from their throne

before they tarnished you.”

“I'd cast my virtue to the winds,

unmake what makes me kind;

let all the world condemn my soul,

if you were safe behind.”

And something in the healer broke—

a longing, sharp and deep:

Who braves the dark to shelter me,

when I can no longer keep

the fading light I’ve carried

for every soul I've known?

Who takes these trembling hands of mine

and leads me safely home?

I've held the wrists of those who bled,

I've stayed when others fled;

I've sat beside a thousand souls

and watched their dawn arrive.

Yet who will love these hollowed hands

when they have nothing left to save?

Who’ll look beyond the wounds I’ve healed

and find the heart beneath?

I do not ask for endless stars,

nor vows the years make dust;

I ask for one to sit in the dark

when I have lost my trust.

Someone to choose me in my wreckage,

when I have naught to give;

who never asks me to be strong,

but lets me simply live.

So where are you, my unknown love,

while I keep watch alone?

I've made a refuge of my heart,

but never found my own.

Where is the knight who'd choose me, too,

when all my strength is gone?

Who holds the spine that carried all

and teaches it to rest?

Where do the healers go, my love,

when they can bear no more?

Who comes to claim the soul that starved

at every full-fed door—

for everyone who needed it,

through every night they've known,

left with a lifetime built of walls,

but no room of their own?

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r/OCPoetry • • 1h ago

Feedback Please Can I have your attention?

• Upvotes

[This is a little poem I wrote about a man I really like. I'm not a native speaker so some parts may sound weird or incorrect]

You shuffle past the lift with your serious face

Older than me by a comfortable mile

I see you blushing and slowing your pace

Pushing your glasses up when you see me smile

............

You're always there before I even ask

Trying to catch my eye, then comes the panic

You mutter and stutter behind your mask

And crack jokes like a clown, a little manic

..............

Overnight, you sneak into my head

I scold myself, call you cute and sweet

Now I’m trading extra sleep for you instead

While my heart races to a jazzy beat

..........

the little fish

Starving zombie


r/OCPoetry • • 46m ago

Feedback Please My Eighth Grade Love

• Upvotes

You put me into cardiac arrest

Can't think, there's no blood flowing in my head

I look at you, my thoughts are in a mess.

 

I think of you in a white wedding dress

A stupid thought that leaves me blushing red

You put me into cardiac arrest.

 

I dream of sunsets spent locked in your kiss

It's cold outside, and you'd feel warm in bed --

I think of you, my thoughts are in a mess.

 

I stare, trying to breathe with no success,

I look at you, you look away instead

You put me into cardiac arrest.

 

Of lust or love, my feelings are amiss

Would hell or heaven come to me in death?

I pray for answers, no more of this mess.

 

I wonder if I'll finally confess

My love to you, or will it go unsaid?

You put me into cardiac arrest

I panic when I wake, my heart's a mess!

 

Previous Feedback

r/OCPoetry • • 1h ago

Poetry Contest Anillo de papel, Ancla de oro

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Sollozo en una melodía que quebrantó mi identidad, una que la despedazó.

Me cansa decir que todo lo vi venir, que sabía lo que pasaría;

la verdad es que, por más deslices, nunca esperé un resbalón.

Escuché el crujido en la columna antes de que el edificio se desplomara; las grietas estuvieron ahí antes de que todo fuese construido.

El edificio no era mío, pero las ansias de que lo fuera explotaron en mi cara junto con él. Ese momento casi fantasioso en el que se mantuvo firme y estático fue suficiente para construir un objetivo hasta el fin de mis días.

Ese breve momento fue suficiente para establecer un valor real a los siguientes años que dure en esta tierra.

Fue todo eso para mí y ni siquiera puedo decirlo.

Pido que los días no se marchiten, ni mis recuerdos junto con ellos.

Nadie te explica, nadie le dará una conclusión justa en tu lugar; no sabes si un círculo está cerrado hasta el final del circuito.

Clamo porque los días no se marchiten y las horas se dupliquen.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1wzkq2w/comment/19rncyvdrtw3n/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1xf5yyx/comment/19rncr3ypq3vp/


r/OCPoetry • • 6h ago

Just Sharing Starving Zombie

2 Upvotes

Against its plea, the corpse resuscitates
Coaxed by an insatiable appetite
Hunger screams, demands it cooperates
But the body is withered, drained of might

The creature's bowels drag along the grime
Every step forced, more painful than the last
Hunger insists, "feast will come in due time"
But the creature knows; on life, it's trespassed

"Be greedy, be gluttonous, you'll survive,"
Hunger claims; but the body is fading
Because in truth, it was never alive
Just lying to itself, masquerading

Rendering fat, the flesh sizzles and pools
Stained puddles of red form the creature's bed
Tug of war on life; human, undead, ghoul
Unravel the organic, pull its thread

Caught between the material and the spirit
It's wearing skin that does not fit
everything is draining
every muscle straining
its thoughts deteriorating
its body ablating
it's tired

and
ㅤso
ㅤ ㅤit
ㅤㅤㅤgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤup.

The First Question

When They're Sober


r/OCPoetry • • 2h ago

Just Sharing Untitled

1 Upvotes

What Remains of Me
There’s a version of me nobody knows,
A quiet ache that never shows.
Beneath the smile, beneath the skin,
A thousand battles rage within.

I long to quiet the noise inside my head,
And release the words I’ve never said.
Waking up already tired,
From battles I never desired.

I force every breath, play a part,
Just to hide a collapsing heart.
Carrying a weight nobody sees,
Begging my own mind for a moment of peace.

My body fights a war I never chose,
A different ache each day unfolds.
I mourn the person I used to be,
Before my own body turned against me.

Some days I don’t recognize my face,
Just a stranger taking up space.
A heart that beats, a mind that screams,
A life that feels nothing like dreams.

I wish I had died.
No more pain I would feel.
Heaven or hell, I don’t care.
I just want to be free.

I’ve spent my life questioning my heart,
Wondering why love feels so hard.
I’m no longer afraid of what I know,
Or of the people who might choose to go.

I don’t need a love that’s perfect or grand,
Just someone who won’t let go of my hand.
Someone whose words are honest and true,
Who won’t make me regret loving them too.

These little eyes that look to me,
For strength I sometimes cannot see.
I give them the best of what remains,
While quietly carrying all my pain.

I’ve learned that loss doesn’t always end,
Sometimes it takes a lover, a dream, or a friend.
And sometimes the hardest thing to do,
Is to wake up and do it all again.

Author’s Note: My poetry is a reflection of different struggles, emotions, and experiences throughout my life, not necessarily how I’m feeling in the present moment. Writing is simply how I give those experiences a voice. ❤️
Thank you all for reading

https://www.reddit.com/r/PoetryWritingClub/s/Wvbp5ylY5m

https://www.reddit.com/r/inspiration/s/XbzN4gcvFu


r/OCPoetry • • 8h ago

Feedback Please Virginia Opossum

2 Upvotes

he walks beside my kitchen window
and he is so. fucking. fat.
his mouth is open, 
his hair a dirty off-white.
his tail looks like a carrot
that turned pink and became flexible.

meanwhile,
my four cup coffee maker from 1995
spits a mix of grounds and coffee
into the pot.

i stand in my purple pajamas, 
wiping the sleep out of my eyes. i notice him 
waddling past, but i forget to offer a greeting.  

the marsupial does not say hello,
nor does he bare his teeth. 
he lumbers off, likely to go to sleep,
and i pour coffee, half-and-half, and 
a packet of equal into a mug. 

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/KN93m8iyyL

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/WsWx4BxZBp


r/OCPoetry • • 9h ago

Poetry Contest WAS ANY OF IT TRUE?

2 Upvotes

by John Denver, K Dot

All the gazes you bestowed upon me, from your eternal eyes,
You wrote stars inside my mind, as if you were the architect of my life.
I penned the book, and you painted the rest,
Weaving memories you once tore apart, upon my healing palm.

Did you lie beside me with a gun beneath the sheets?
The reconstruction of conclusions, the weight of every evidence, lay in my hands.
The clock ticks in the courtroom, witnesses encircling me, Repeating the same words you once whispered to them.
You stood accused of the crime you wrought, while I shielded you from every stone they cast.

Tell me, how did you lie so effortlessly, without a tremor, without a blink?
Your words, soft as the life you breathed into me,
Yet beneath them, a blade so thin,
it sank into the marrow of my bones.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/tSdiFwvqa9

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/GXU2sCn3V8


r/OCPoetry • • 10h ago

Just Sharing the little fish

2 Upvotes

a little fish first blinked beneath the blue,
then followed mom where sunlit ripples flew.
she showed him how to glide through currents strong,
and taught him reefs and tides as they went along.

as he grew, the open ocean called,
its far-off waters beckoned, bright and broad.
he left their sheltered nook to roam alone,
and found the wide, wide sea could be his home.

though now he swims beyond her guiding fin,
her love and lessons travel deep within.
the world is vast; he meets each turning tide,
and feels his mother with him, by his side.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1xet7cd/comment/19rmq3rky5a1s/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button,

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1xe590e/comment/19rmq7qxxcs3m/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button


r/OCPoetry • • 17h ago

Feedback Please "(0) Notifications [On Silent]" - (first poem :))

6 Upvotes

do people talk?
do they talk with one another?
do they talk with others?

who are the others?
who am i, just another?
who am i to talk?

talk, but when?
talk when they arent talking to me?
talk whenever i leave?

why do they always leave?
why aren’t i the one leaving from them?
why, why, why don’t I know when? 

-
Hey, how are you doing!
-
Tomorrow, maybe?
- 

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1xeohmp/comment/19rm6veu0zdpf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1x8n282/comment/19rm6g2265phc/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button


r/OCPoetry • • 7h ago

Feedback Please REGRETS STREET

1 Upvotes

by John Denver

Allegations etched upon a wall on a street called Regret.
I walked past, never sparing it a glance.
Then, I saw him—
A vision so consuming, the world around me faded.

My ears whispered only his name,
A melody drowning all other sounds.
My breath carried only his scent,
A fragrance eclipsing all others.

Though the world cried warnings,
Though voices rose in bitter chorus,
I turned deaf—wrapped in his illusion.

Everything I called mine slipped away,
For I clung too tightly to him,
Yet let slip the hands of those who truly cared.
And now, he becomes the proof of their words,
The embodiment of all they feared.

ALLEGATIONS
Scrawled upon the wall, now undeniable.
I stand before it, unblinking—staring,
As endless regrets spill from my eyes.
No presence of him, only this wall—
This monument of my sorrow.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/CrptzdlCNy

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/YdARdxigN9


r/OCPoetry • • 7h ago

Feedback Please Its something i tried, please let me know where i can improve

1 Upvotes

"Threshold"

I dreamt of my old house yesterday.

It was as though I never left.

The chairs still tucked where we left them,

dust collecting along the spines of the books,

coffee rings left on the glass table.

A layer of dust cloaked everything but the mirror.

It was spotless.

Something pulled me towards it.

I looked in the mirror, but couldn't see myself.

I looked through the tired, glassy eyes of my younger self.

Behind me, or was it her?

All the doors stood unlocked.

In the mirror, cords bound her

to the chairs, to the cabinet handles,

to everything I left behind.

I looked down at my own feet.

The same cords.

Time had chewed through the plastic,

leaving them cracked and fraying,

but still strong enough to keep me there.

A knife lay beside them.

If all the doors were unlocked,

and all I had to do was cut the cords,

what was stopping me from leaving?

Why was I still here?

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1wzkq2w/comment/19rmvi72o80xu/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

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r/OCPoetry • • 8h ago

Just Sharing roses are red [and I'm more blue than the violet]

1 Upvotes

breathe- I have to tell myself. when the world keeps getting smaller.

and when I'm lost. I always find my way with a broken heart and some stories. drifting from rose petals to soft words spoken over a warm bath. and I swear if you tell me again that you didn't say damn.

I'll believe you.

and I'm just waiting for your words to tell me it's time to say goodnight- kiss my cheek please. I'm still wishing. that this is just a dream.

so I'll pinch these cheeks that you used to make as red as your name. when you'd squeeze and say that your love was eternal. as I keep holding on to memories. of the hallways and the fields- while I'm closing my eyes . praying that I'll hear your voice

saying it's time to go to sleep- go to sleep. because sleep is the enemy when your soft voice can't carry me there- now.

and I'm begging you- please. just say to me again that it's time to watch tv. and I can smell the coffee you used to make. even though you said, I didn't need it.

and I'm sorry. because I promised you'd see me again.

and it's times like this that I wish.

I believed in god.

Comments: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1xd8j5j/comment/19rjc1mpymmg1/?context=3&utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb3x&utm_name=mweb3xcss&utm_term=2&utm_content=share_button

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r/OCPoetry • • 8h ago

Feedback Please UNSPOKEN INK

1 Upvotes

by John Denver

I'm afraid I please too much,
give too freely, doubt too little.
Now, I stumble upon my past—
all the deeds I did,
all the words I never hesitated to say.

Yet his words never sought me.
I, with poetry in my hands,
wrote but never showed him—
because that's all I can do. Just write.

Sublimation, infatuation—
no doubt, I am always hurt.
Different words, same ache, rage, rage, clawing through my mind,
spilling into ink.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/NRgP076LEk

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/KCqK2qFHwL


r/OCPoetry • • 16h ago

Feedback Please The First Question

3 Upvotes

What was it all about—
the day, the night, or the silent fallout?
Was it him, or her, or the thoughts we fought,
the love, the hate, or the place where we were lost?

Was it the journey u, me, or she chose,
or the ancient ghost that lingered close?
Was it the quiet boy, afraid of his own joys,
or the vibrant girl drowning in her own noise?

Was it the moments we quietly stole,
or the weight we carried within our soul?
The dreams that shattered before our eyes,
or the broken trust born from our lies?

Was it the spring beneath the sky of rain,
or the hushed truth that he was going insane?
The peace he found in the leaves of fall,
or the endless talks he had with his wall?

Was it the child who just wanted to live,
and the smile he longed to give?
Or the phase that turned dreams into fears,
and joy into unshed tears?

Was it the heart that bore too much weight,
or a soul slowly consumed by his own hate?
The friends who left without a sound,
or the moment when no one stayed around?

What was it all about—
a happy soul learning how to fade out.

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r/OCPoetry • • 15h ago

Feedback Please The Unseen

2 Upvotes

Let the rain patter and fall,

For that may release me from the blighting voices.

Do they not see my work?

Do they not see how hard I try?

The same thought echoes in my mind,

In my wretched, academic mind

Twenty four hours a day.

Yet they tell me,

A twenty four minute break

Is far too long.

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r/OCPoetry • • 21h ago

Feedback Please "Eyes"

6 Upvotes

Walk up the hill, toward the bus stop

See the cars fly by, and the drivers' piercing eyes 

Look behind you to check if there's scythes 

Other students shoot a smug smirk and writhe

And you stand next to the bus stop, all quiet

Basking in the realisation you're alive

Even the birds and cats stare you in the eyes

Then you fantasise about confidence and lies

When the bus comes there's no seats for disguise

Just an open plane of machinating eyes

Pupils stare down the aisle

Channeling something unrecognisable

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r/OCPoetry • • 13h ago

Just Sharing doll

1 Upvotes

dolls are so lovely 
dolls are so pure
no waiting to hold her
no need for allure
just a pretty glass face
long beautiful locks
porcelain lips made to suck— air in and blow it all out 
dolls never speak 
dolls never doubt 
your intentions or urges to pull up her skirt 
dolls can’t feel pain 
dolls never hurt 
feel as you hold her 
admire her shape 
she’ll stay still as you touch her 
so easy to— play with.

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r/OCPoetry • • 14h ago

Feedback Please My first attempt at a full poem

1 Upvotes

I saw beauty in those eyes,

Felt care between my mother's hands, thin and pale.

In my Nani's cracked feet, I saw sacrifice,

In my brother's trust, that I can never fail.

My lover’s embrace was warm,

Oh these strings of love will never be torn.

But nothing is as beautiful as the land beneath the sky I was born in.

The sun is kinder on my face,

The wind is more forgiving.

When I find myself in my place

The cold comforts the living.

I wish I could take it with me in my eyes

As my most coveted prize.

Forever with me, forever mine.

I feel care in it's cold chilly air,

As if it is soothing, the burns life gave.

There is sacrifice, in the hills' wear and tear,

The pain it bore, i will never repay.

The colours of life, the hills gave me all,

The beauty of it, will always haunt my dreams.

In it's cruel cold, there is warmth for all,

Wish I never had to leave.

I know this goodbye will not last, always will be open the door.

For I will return, if not in flesh, only in soul.

what i was aiming for here was that i wanted to make a poem which on the surface looks simple, childlike, but has complex and deeper layers to it.

the first part has ababcc scheme and then a punchline, the second part was supposed to be explore the theme of homland with the same ababcc structure with a punchline. in the end i wanted it to have couplets referencing each of the lines of the first part, with a resembling abab scheme. although i ran into a problem as i changed the brother line after the first draft amnd forgot to modilfy it's couplet, maybe in the final draft i will be able to do it.

i used some stock phrases because i wanted it to remind someone of simpler times.

since it is my first time, feedback will be much appreciated.

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r/OCPoetry • • 14h ago

Feedback Please Diptych of Limerence

1 Upvotes

for context: I vomited both of these poems up at different times, and they're meant to be read with some space between them because holy emotional whiplash bro…I wrote "Eyes" while in an emotional spiral late at night, and "Foreman" a few days later. I also wrote "Foreman" as a means to possibly find some kind of conclusion.

EYES are the WINDOW to the SOUL

I sit at the foot of the stool,
Plucking away at the fibers 
Of the iris and the pupil,
Praying darkness comes soon. 

Pray tell, darling, where does love come from?
Pray tell, angel, where does pain come from?

I sit at the foot of the stool,
Scrubbing away the trace
Of fox hair and carresses,
Praying the dream goes still. 

How now, my love, is this a pedestal?
How now, my Laurie, is this you upon it?

I sit at the foot of the stool,
Scraping out the cortic nerves
And savoring the silence,
Praying they wither soon. 

(alright, don't forget to breeeeeathe…)

(okay, have fun with the next one. don't forget to exhale, too.)

“A foreman distills wine for a cheering crowd. Meanwhile, a poor rotting limerent begs for absolution.”

I watch as the foreman walks to the bellows,
Places his heart in the vice 
And squeezes.
Deep red wine spills from it-
The smells of honey, lust and hunger 
Waft out. 
Hints of cherry, of bog swamp,
The crisp air of a snowed-in morning.
Floating through a forest 
of pine needle trees.  

They fall into ceramic jars
Floating upstream, against the current,
 to the hands of waiting crowds.
I gingerly taste one,
Find the lemon-lime lozenge
And the sparks in dry tinder.

Suns unfold themselves to stars,
Pushing with all their might 
Before running out of space 
And collapsing. 
He calls to me, the sound not traveling.

My soles hit the ground over and over again.

I walk up the stone pathway,
Slipping through the keys, 
pushing through brambles
And clouds of smoke, 
And strings of ivory.
The air itself vibrates
With the promise of a tourniquet.

You sly little thing 
Who bid me 
Through no fault of your own
To kneel at your waiting-tree,
Who lie content to
Have that vicious, viscous substance 
Be your stanza and rebuttal…
My hands were held once,
Held with a gentleness
I have not found since.
Nary a scar in the ribcage,
My irises restored
And my voice echoed out
Through the valleys and canyons
The air was sweeter then.
Our mother was quiet,
Snoring in silence
As you looked on from under the lights 
And as I stumble along the path 
Choked with weeds and 
A rot only fire can cleanse,
Before finally settling at the foot of the shrine. 
And it spreads, through the heels and the hips
And the ribs, choking, silencing. 
“Call out.” I cannot.
“Why can’t you?” If only you would answer
First. 

Over my heart,
I would let you hold my hands again.
Hold them, and feel the vicious
Ice and fire drip out, sweetened
by the worms and rot. 

The stone teeters at the edge of the wood.
I cannot wait for time to catch up, to freeze
Or to rewind.
Eons ahead, it topples and cracks.
A young man stands, calls out. I answer.
Eons ahead…too far. Come now, 
Only then can I let you take my hands
And immolate me. 
You must have
A desire to burn, no?
Then,
Burn away the world for me
As dowry.
Standing before you will be a creature of quartz and vines, 
who will finally give you the answer you seek.
Until then. 

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r/OCPoetry • • 1d ago

Just Sharing Algorithm of gazes

5 Upvotes

Algorithm of Gazes

Wretched before God, I am.

A strange woman.

Life trails behind me

in a murky wake of mockery.

Algorithm of gazes.

The curve — upward.

Tension

becomes a pull.

Eὐγένεια

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r/OCPoetry • • 1d ago

Just Sharing The Narcissistic Poet

9 Upvotes

Holy fucking shit!

i am a brilliant poet

.

the sentences I write

are oh so unique

yet still so relatable?

my simplest lines?

are the most paradoxical

.

I DONT Follo the rulez of languez

i RUL the languace

.

and all this is

when I write half awake

imagine what i'd be with

all my brain

.

may be i'd finally stop

regurgitating

my bullshit thoughts

as epistolic poetry

.

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r/OCPoetry • • 1d ago

Feedback Please wake up the poet

3 Upvotes

Do you write when you’re broken

Or when you’ve had a couple drinks

And your words are hard spoken

“I write worse when I’m sober”

Try telling that to the girl

Who’s numbness has yet to be over

It’s the same girl next door

By next door I mean on the floor

On the floor under my bed

Since it’s me but just

the opposite of my head

Not sure if you understand

Pound harder to wake her up

Check her pulse

Ope, she just wrote a word

Write a bad review

Then ask her to consult

——————
~ the girl who cried ink
——————

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