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The poetry corner - post your poems in here

Chris_B
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member

Hi everyone,

This is a thread for sharing your creative works. 

Please bear in mind our community rules before submitting your work.  

This thread is located in the BB Social Zone, so the primary purpose here is entertainment.

We will not publish poems containing dark or disturbing content, including themes of suicide, self-harm, death, dying, abuse or other forms of trauma.

Thanks for your understanding. 

 

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Jo3
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member

Hi everyone

This poem was written while I was in a mental health hospital at 3am on 3rd August (which is my birthday).

WIDE AWAKE

Lying in my bed

It's doing in my head

I can't get to sleep

Listening to that beep

 

If only I could close my eyes

And let the thoughts go by

It's not an easy thing to do

I wish it was just me and you

 

Life has many ups and downs

I wish I didn't have to frown

If only I could see the other side

I'd be there as quick as I tried

 

For now I must try to sleep

For all this I will keep

The little girl I used to be

Will always be with me

 

Jo

CMF
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member

Just beautiful. Thank you 

CMF
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member

YOU

I can't think of anyone but you

even though you make me blue

i can't think of anyone but you

you're stuck in my head with superglue

i think of meting someone else

starting something fresh and new

but I can't think of anyone else

i can only think of you 

white knight
Community Champion
Community Champion

thanks to all who are contributing.

CHOOKA CHOOK

Chooka chook had an angry look as she washed the dishes dry

Her friend Pecky the hen, was taken away to be fried

So Rooty Rooster came to pass and saw Chooka sad.

He said dont be sad. You havent been plucked nor cooked till your skin is black

Unlike Daffy Duck, who got cooked till he couldnt quack.

Chooka Chook no longer sooked, she dried her dishes fast

She no longer cried, while she kept her hide....she lived each day as her last.....

I posted poems on here a couple of times, so if I posted this I'm sorry for repeating it. It means a lot to me as it's my way of thanking my husband for his acceptance of my depression. 

 

All I can give you is my brokenness,

shattered pieces of the me I used to be.

And all I can do is thank you, 

for telling me it's enough. 

 

HelenM
Community Member

Btw

I meant to say I've read some of the poems on here and there's lots of really good stuff. 

Like you WK other than very light stuff I can only write when I'm in a bad place.

white knight
Community Champion
Community Champion

HelenM,

Your poetry is brilliant. Your emotion is wonderful. A benefit for being in a bad place..

CMF
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member

Quiet

 

i like it when it's quiet

when no one is around

i like it when it's quiet

not a single sound

i curl up under a blanket

i go to my own place

my mind does what it wants

the world I don't have to face

i like it when it's quiet

i can be who I want to be

i like it when it's quiet

just my thoughts and me

HelenM
Community Member

Thanks WK

It's about the only benefit of depression

HelenM
Community Member

Hi Jo

I've just read your poem My Little Girl. That's really moving 

Helen