OC Poetry

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Welcome to this little space for poets and poetry enthusiasts to share their original creations and insights!

Here, we celebrate the craft of writing poetry and the art of interpretation. Feel free to post your own poems, provide thoughtful analysis of your work or the poetry of others, and engage in meaningful discussions on poetic techniques, themes, and styles.

However, I request that you refrain from sharing previously published poems by other authors to keep the focus on original content. This is a place for personal expression and genuine poetic dialogue—let's explore the beauty of words together.

Rules:

1. Be kind.
2. Constructive criticism is encouraged.
3. Post original poetry, although analysis of prewritten works is allowed.
4. Although it isn't disallowed please tag anything AI.
5. Follow instance rules.

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my body feels like a room
a room with no key
even if some flowers bloom
my mind still wants to flee

bright bold petals outside
putrid rot beneath
I may look full of pride 
but I clench my teeth

everyone feels so closed
I'm afraid I will be disposed
I am done being trapped
I have no choice but to adapt