Beagle’s Bagel-house: A Place For Poetry and Other Things

Uh the explanation would be uhm like how time passes away really fast and before you know it it just completely slips away so like you should try to spend it as well as you can ig ;_;

#21 thx ^^

#21
I appreciate the support as always Basix. Care to contribute anything? Something tells me you have what it takes to make something worth reading :)

Possibly in the future. I'm good at writing, but poetry might be outside of my capabilities.

#22
You should read “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver. The poem and your’s are entirely distinct, but share a few parallel themes

#25
I’m sure you could produce something. Bring your best bottled thought, unbottle it, call it poetry

I'll see what I can do. Just not right now...

#26 maybe I'll read it as sometime when I'm free ^^

Calling all poets that don’t yet know it:
I wanna read your poetry
(If there’s any out there)

Here’s one I wrote just now:

Maybe It’s the Road
By BestsellingBeagle

No one told me
The key
To self discovery

They threw me in the deep end and
Called it adulthood

And I’ve tried to reach
The beach
With each

Stroke I’ve learned to take towards sand
And what I believed was good

Earned success,
No less,
Expected than the best

As I walked the way I
Thought I paved with “try”
No one ever asked why

I walked it in the first place
Or was told to lace my

Own boots
Since my humble roots
From little more than destitute

All this time for sublime
Dime by dime

And never told
That maybe it’s the road
To growing old

That’s what should be cherished
For after I’ve perished

What will I remember?
One burning ember?

Or the fire I stoked for it?
The promises I broke for it?
Every stroke I swam for it?
Every walk I ran for it?

For looking back
While it fades to black
Maybe It’s the load
You carried
Maybe it’s the road
And all the bodies
Buried

Along the way
So when I finally reach Someday
I’ll have learned to accept
It’s the footsteps,

The war, the wear

That got me there

*and nothing else

(It don’t paste all of it whoops)

*coughs* bump

That's lowkerball so peak keep it up beagle (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Thanks! I appreciate the support

Fawn in Foster Home
By BestsellingBeagle

Unfixed faucet,
upstairs closet
metronome drips
plague the unknown

Frightened animal eyes
sift through sandy darkness
to an unfamiliar ceiling
that spits fears in the thousands

The eyes shut,
drift reality’s waves,
and lie beached
on the cold shore of loneliness

And the faucet faults again
to beckon them home

I like em 3 days old

Boop!

Getaway
By BestsellingBeagle

The boy runs down a length of white beach
As the other children dig tunnels to China
The mothers remark on life in their catalog bathing suits
they won’t really use
They remark and apply sunscreen in the shade of umbrellas
As wet sand flies in clumps under the boy’s urgent feet.
“It makes you wonder what he’s running from,”
They say

They share a wink and sips of rum
and Chardonnay,
Laughing off the evening on the pretense of a suntan

I feel the sand between my toes haha 🤌 perfecto

#40
To call it “imagist” is overstating. Tho, it’s abstract and paradoxically simplistic, yet not as succinct as you might like for a poem of such length. I think, standalone, it could mock the cliche seen even below amateur imagism of “sand between my toes”. Additionally, depending on the degree of its reception — could stand as testimony to the human inclination towards perceived truth in poetry that would traditionally be defined as aphorisms or platitudes — delineating the line between appearance and genuine impact

English class has ruined me, what else can I say :/