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The poetry corner - post your poems in here
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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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Here is a piece of prose i just did on one of my favourite subjects, flowers. See if you like it. Sorry its not a rhyming poem.
Deep, deep, beneath the hedgerow.
Under a thousannd thorns.
Nestling safely amongst dry brown leaves
blinks the shyest of flowers.
The violet.
Each leaf a perfect little heart of darkest green,
Each tiny flower an amethyst jewel of pure purple, glittering there
in the shade.
Elusive sweet fragrance reveals its hiding place for the cleverest bee.
The sky darkens.
Cold clear raindrops fall, blowing in the winter wind.
Safe, well beneath its prickly umbrella,
The little violet sleeps.
To everyone out there, from Beryl.
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Hi DLM, your poem is so very powerful and chilling. It painted such a strong image. I understood.
Beryl
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Girl
I saw a movie about a girl
She wanted to fly like a bird
she is me in this life
the movie is my life.
To fly free above the world
away from people and danger.
to float free upon the air
close to our true mother nature.
Wings that warm and protect
when the world gets dark and scary
home away from home
the sky is calling me, come to me.
Be free my child and fly
leave your troubles behind you.
fly to a safer place away from the world.
to a home in the sky.
Find a tree branch up high
make a nest strong and true.
sheltered and protected from the darknes.
Warm and loving place to be.
Down to earth I must go
darkness clouds the ground
to fly among the clouds
to ground myself once more.
To fly like bird, free above the world
a wish a girl is dreaming will come true
the girl is laying on the grass
looking with longing at the sky.
Dreaming of flying like a bird
fly free, forever free.
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Hi
I like your poem. Inspires me to write a poem about my own inner child. A tribute to her. Thank you for your words.
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Hi
I like your poem and find myself on the road, traveling to a new me.
It is good the way you expressed i. So true.
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Hi to all.
Time
It marches us forward
like soldiers in a line
forever going, never stopping
trampled if you stop
The sun comes up
the day begins again
the sun goes down
another day ends again
The wind forever blowing
the sands of time
turning, tumbling, eroding, smoothing
water rising, washing away
Birth, child, teenager, adult
pain, adventure, love, loss
rules, freedom, boundaries, responsibilities
change, changes, changes, death
We see the world
the world sees us
we see the universe
it judges and rules
Our fate, our destiny
our hands, who's hands
make our own future
make our own life
The world goes round
the clouds float by
the sun comes up
the sun goes down
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Hi
I use to find drawing an outlet and therapeutic Avenue for expressing what I was going through. It now seems to be poetry and writing. This was started but then had to go out so never finished. I decided to leave as is.
My Prison
Four walls - three rooms
my cat, my son and me
the window looks out to the bush
the view of the wild world
My room with a view
prison of my own making
these walls keep me safe
these walls can stop time
A day, a week, a month goes by
so quick yet so slow it seems to go
my demons follow me
room from room as I wonder
My room, my world, my life.
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How do I check replies to the poems I put on the website. It says I have so many but unsure how to see or reply to them.
help would be grsteful
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