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. 

[Indra]

Darkness

You feel it

Darkness

You breathe it

Drowning

Maelstrom of confusion

Torment of pain

I know you are sleeping

I see the light

I cannot reach

I cannot touch

I must be dreaming

Fingers slip thru' mine

Cannot hang on

Weeping

:Life is gone

Darkness

Eternal sleeping

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[arialgk]

Me, Myself and I

I see an image in a mirror

there is me and another

she stands behind me

linked by invisible threads

Half of my soul and spirited

what could be if only I try

yet between us stands a shadow

dark and swirling in the shape of me

At times I see patches of light shinning through the dark

a spark of hope and love flows through

I can feel her reaching out -hands open for me to take

Scared am I to take her hand

of the darkness that threatens

the courage to let go of all I know

to breath and walk through the dark and into the light

To see her smile and curl her fingers over mine

to feel the love and warmth of her happiness

the sun warm on my skin and breath the fresh air

to be whole and free I wish for

Darkness is there, never really gone

trickster and whisper is she

pulling me back, holding me down

do I listen or do I be brave

To keep moving forward to a better life

to accept and tell the whisper NO

to make a stand and fight

to live and not hide anymore

So easy to say and so hard to do

one day at a time

a new day, a new beginning

To grow, learn, laugh and cry

To live a life of courage

to be true to me, myself and I

[Perspective_Poetry_by_Lou]

Hi am new to the forum but have suffered from depression on and off for 30 years..... have been a poet for 18 years and actually started writing about my concerns about the environment but write about everything including my struggles with this insidious problem. The black dog has regularly bitten me on the bum, but I keep on getting up and telling it off, the struggle is less now than it was 🙂 but it has been a struggle over the years... I hope that writing about my own experiences will help others see light at the end of the tunnel, it is there!!! Cheers 🙂 here's one I wrote many moons ago about starting to write about the way that I was feeling....

                                             Balance on a Rim

                                     A well’s been tapped it’s opened wide,

I don’t know that I like it, it’s scary outside!

Come drink, come sample, have your fill -

I hope you like it before it caves in,

be positive I hear while I think;

what do you know about the brink?

The abyss is there ready to take -

but to take it you only extend your fate,

what use then to balance on a rim?

The world around you only becomes dim,
take an interest, take a look about;

can you see what the shouting’s about?

Miracles abound, they’re all around us,

but only if we see; if we focus.

                                                              Louise © ‘97

[Rosie_Seeks_November]

Hi all, I am a very new member here and would like to share a little something I wrote a little while ago.  If anything, this is open to your own interpretation and if it resonates on some level, I would love to hear any thoughts. I love all of the work so far and the support within here. As all individuals and complete strangers I still feel the familiarity in some of the words written here and hope I can give some positive words back.  

Yours Kindly, 

Snicker you might at such a humanitarian mistake

Of existing in a world I once timidly ignored

All that could have cured a weakened soul

All that tried to make us see the bright light

Now splayed and littered upon a ground so cold

Lost with the other dreams we shared

And the opportunities we never dared

Young blood! Now take a step into that warmth

Take a dive into the icy depths

Of stranger days released from the black and white film

Towards the view of things in technicolour  

I am not obsolete: I am human

Do I hear such things as you might too?

Do I love such profanities that others may do?  

Do we seek the same truth as lovers within the same universe?  

More so the moments the ink flows free of these sordid veins  

I count and see the meagre pigment where watercolour remnants of innocence and life take back their place.

Peanuts

[Simona]

Oh wow.  Beautiful...

Here is my 1st contribution straight from the pages of my tattered coffee stained journal...enjoy 🙂

On a journey to find the meaning of life

I blindly walked into someone

I thought I knew long ago.

I had forgotten her name

But her face

Struck me off balance.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

(Silence like glass)

I reached out towards her

Just to trace my finger

Along the contours of her face

When

The silence

The glass

Shattered together

Piercing and sharp

Like a scream.

Lying on the sidewalk

With crushed glass beneath my soul

I felt the river within me

Ebbing away.

The real

The surreal

Commingling

With blood.

Not in vain:

I noticed a broken shard

Of what was once a window

Reflecting neon lights.

Z.F

[Raven666]

A song that, to me, describes depression 

STONE SOUR - LOOKING THROUGH THE GLASS 

I'm looking at you through the glass. Don't know how much time has passed. Oh, god it feels like forever. But no one ever tells you, That forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head. 

How do you feel? That is the question But I forget you don't expect an easy answer When something like a soul becomes initialized And folded up like paper dolls and little notes You can't expect a bit of hope So while you're outside looking in Describing what you see Remember what you're staring at is me.

How much is real? So much to question. An epidemic of the mannequins Contaminating everything We thought came from the heart It never did right from the start Just listen to the noises (Null and void instead of voices) Before you tell yourself It's just a different scene Remember it's just different from what you've seen.

I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has passed Oh, god it feels like forever But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head...

if you look at it in these terms it can make sense: With Depression you feel as if you are stuck in your own head, when someone asks how do you feel its real hard to answer it sometimes because you can't articulate it or describe it properly. "how much is real? so much to question" that begs the thought of exactly which part of what we're feeling is real, the epitome of "i felt this way and i don't know why". Another way of looking at it is depression is the one staring at us from behind the window (the window being our mind), we're looking through  the window trying to tell others what it is. 

[Raven666]

Sudden implosion of silenced emotions

Buried beneath a scarred heart for too long

Delusions of hope fading away

Dying like leaves on frozen soil

Neglecting existence, repulse and repent

An endless journey into the morbid

Whispering voices distorting all senses

Buried beneath a scattered heart for all too long

The bitter taste of a dying dream

Shine the light on our shadows and illusions

[Simona]

So excited to share my work 🙂  -  this small declaration of my devotion below was written as an ode to a most special online friend > "My Marcel Marceau Of Strange Disguises" 🙂

7/5/2010

"You do not have to give all of yourself. Even a morsel of your affections would feed me for months. Just an eyeful, an earful and later; an armful here and there.  Nothing wasted here my darling - I would devour the alphabet like breadcrumbs if it lead me to your door"

[Simona]

Now for a quote...

15/12/09

Forgiveness. The humility of words suturing the unseen wound, the stemming of an internal bleed at heart; the cauterizing of guilt and shame.

[Simona]

Romancing the Net (2009). Oh those games we play...

He will spit you out like a pip

He will sweep you off

Like fallen crumbs from a feast

And

Like a mastermind killer of the new millennium

He will lean in

Brilliant in his cunning

And execute your love

Like a sniper

By press of key.

Be warned - the cold blooded murderer of lonely hearts is at large smiling satisfaction