The poetry corner - post your poems in here

[Chris_B]

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. 

[CMF]

thanks Jo,

youre doing pretty good yourself!

I fee like my poems are corny, theyre not really deep like some  but its how I feel at the time and they pop into my mind randomly so I just post them.

I did have a good, hope you did too.

CMF

[white knight]

Imagination plays an important part in my poetry. When depressed my imagination enables me to see situations in a totally different setting. This poem was written when depressed and angry with society, the modern world and its ability to gobble us up.

SOCIETY OF SAND

I'm sitting in a desert

of sand of friend and foe

Cant seem to find a spot

where I dont stand on toes

I collect a handful of grain

and watch as it escapes

just like some friendships

a barren temporary landscape

I create my own oasis

by weeping on a weed

but the sand around me laughs

because it doesnt have a need

Till lately it be my friends

that helped me walk the land

they help me, propping me up

-supportive grains of sand

I begin to sink so slowly

as they gather my precious hide

the quicksand laughing so loudly

a kind man says goodbye

And as I become "one of them"

my heart now granuled and dry

I try to weep to water the weeds

by sand has no means to cry

Damn it! to be like them

be damned if I be like them

I crawl out of the society of sand

- to remain the man I am.......

WK

[CMF]

WK

so true, love the poem

cmf

[AGrace]

 Don’t Quit!

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest, if you must – but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow,

You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up,

When he might have captured the victor’s cup.

And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out –

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt –

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit -

It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

Author Anonymous

[Little_Rascal]

Wow A race and White knight! I am blown away by your words 🙂 such emotion with such eloquence, something I could never master. I only write when I'm down too, when I'm up or happy I doesn't work, huge problem doing exams haha.
Below is my very fist poem from year 8

A stockmans last page

As he lays his life down
He can smell the outback,
Feel the hot sticky wind
And as he lays in his swag he says goodbye
To all that matter

Riding a wild horse at night
The harsh members of authority
To his kids, his wife

But why use is life now?
When the police are on his back
And life has no meaning?
Poor as an empty jug
Useless
A stone
Life is not worth living
For a man with no home.

please keep in mind I was only 12 🙂

[Little_Rascal]

this one when I was a bit older and little more tormented

Beautifully twisted existance

Wipe away the dust, leave me shattered and exposed
I am not insane yet I live for pain
I wish not to die for my faith, in which I have none

Society is pathetic and no one cares
You're all so consumed with love and regret
its not real please don't forget

Without hate lust would be love
Do you really think you can compare heaven to hell?
Our origins and our being we are left to question
My opinions are my own and on you I don't impose

I want to hurt, I want to pine
So kiss me, thrill me, kill me
Shattered and fulfilled

This oxymoron, such sweet sweet sorrow
This beautifully twisted existance we call life.



I know its a bit all over the place, but I was too 🙂 I was quite numb at the time.
I haven't written a poem in years

[white knight]

They are all good poems. And at such a young age- wow.

This poem was written after I'd had difficulty fitting into two motoring clubs.  The odd cyber bully, people teaming up to ostracise me etc.Of course it's all my fault according to some.

LEGS OF SPOKE

How can I let them know?

when to dark exceeds the glow

when the sun hides behind the clouds

silence they hear- but I scream so loud.

Some stand beside a 6 foot hole

shake their heads and see its toll

they ask how he could have dropped

out of the circle- a forget me knot

Yet they seem to see clear and there is hope

when they sight a person with legs of spoke

A cripple girl pushing her chair

A man be manic- there's no one there

"Storm in a tea cup" hurts so bad

like the cyber crow who remains so glad

keeps flying and in full flight

Carves his craft in the middle of the night

For some in power see it their way

even at the side of a 6 foot grave

shake their head and call out "why"

"Why on earth- he didnt have to die"

So kind some be- they reach out so true

smile then say "we want to meet you"

"bring along your vintage car and your smile

but leave at home whats behind your dial"...

So we laugh and dine and all is ok

leave at home come what may

if I be saddled with legs of spoke

they'd lift me around- bloody good bloke

But as my mind hurts so bad

cannot hide my feelings- mad?

Cant maintain "bloody good bloke"

Sometimes I wished...I had legs of spoke......

Tony WK

[JayBee]

A Melancholy Moment

Out of line and out of touch

a legacy not worth that much

For it's

lost in time and falling fast

the future guided by an awkward past

As the

embers dim and sadness mellows

dreams and hopes caught in the shallows

And the

empty walls and unlit spaces

reveal the flaws of forgotten faces

Which were

once embraced by a love so tender

a simple life with no agenda

And yet

anguish now; it never ceases

puzzled by the missing pieces

And the

strongest point defines the weakness

emptiness feigning absolute completeness

So will

musings of this life and such

be forever out of line and out of touch

[scorch]

I haven't been on this site in months, it's great to see a place we can share our poetry now.  I probably won't be able to share most of my poems, but I think this song I wrote a little while ago should probably make it through.

Chasing Dragons (a song)

When I found you on the floor
I could only pray that
It’s the lowest you have ever been.
Huddled, broken by that door
Don’t you know the demons always win
When you’re chasing dragons
Chasing Dragons

You never smile anymore
I can only hope that
These bruises fade from your skin
Your fevered dreams are centipedes
Writhing, dying, consume you from within.
When you’re chasing dragons.
Chasing dragons.

Grab the tail and you soar
But then you fall just like before
A shaking ghost of who you were.
You’ll never win.
When you’re chasing Dragons.
Chasing Dragons.
Chasing Dragons.

[Little_Rascal]

Wow white knight I love that last one. I know that feeling all to well. Great poem!