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. 

[Simona]

Here is another of my poems from couple of years ago 🙂

 The Rippling Blue

I want to write of rippling blue satin yielding and temperate

I want to write of that gentle shoulder to shoulder touch

That only shipwrecked lovers know

I want to write of the mermaid's sea song

Haunting and beautiful

Of gentle waves folding and licking the shore

Beckoning

Of a lost gull's desperate cries in the distant dark

Mournful insistent imploring.

But today

Nothing good comes to me

My nets are empty

My bait

My heart

Is gone

With it he stole my dazzling lure of alphabets.

My words are adrift with the new moon's tide

Leaving me cemented

In wet sand

Silent

Paused

Still

A solitary punctuation mark.

[Simona]

Dear Dad

Wherever you may be tonight

Travelling the world over

I hope you find your peace and make amends with the past.

Because.....i love you and have forgiven you ages ago

However -  I don't really feel i *know* you if that makes any sense...

These last 12 years we watched your slow decline into madness

Cloud Cuckoo Land

And i have braced myself for THAT phone call

Many a times

And rehearsed my lines over in bed. While everyone slept.

You send me gifts:

Glass pendants on shimmering ribbons gold and red

Creased glossy postcards with nothing written on the back

They your footprints

The odd email with a photo attachment

This one: The Bridge Of Sighs  (my favourite)

But none one of you.

Money transfers

Those aniseed lollies from my childhood days.

A gold plated tennis bracelet you found

Somewhere.

The distant father speaks voice crackling

Over international lines

Fading out and coming in

Static

Bouncing off the wires

You still here dad?

Can you hear me???

"How are you kitten?"   < his nickname for me 🙂

"How are the children?    so tell me..."

I'm calling from Florence

Boarding with your Aunt Vera. Had aspirations to stay at the San Marco Monastery but...would you believe...they had no room left -   so they said I should have made booking three months in advance!"

My dad the adventurer

The terminal nomad in his crinkled chinos and thirty dollar Wayfarers

Chasing twenty year old skirts

In vino bars 

So full of nostalgia and stories

And plans - oh how he STILL has so many!

Here i sit and google his tracks..

And wonder if i too will follow

My dad

[Simona]

I was going to show you guys a couple of my fave extracts from Anne Sexton's "O Ye Tongues" but it's somewhat too hardcore reading for the likes of this forum so instead....

A simple little quote I wrote a few years ago - like all my previously posted work - originally handwritten in my red Kikki.k journal

"Love comes creeping like a stalking cat in the silent dark"

I know it's not much but..i think I have shared enough of my private writings for now anyway.  Maybe some R.D Laing? I collect his works...this one is from his book "Do you love me?".  I find the best in op shops/second hand book stores/garage sales.   My mum has handed down a lot to me also - Rod McKuen.  Beautiful. All hardcovers and I love the smell of those old pages

I'm a nitwit

I'm a titbit

I'm a kinkie

Like a pinkie

I'm a flower with no name

I grow all the same

I'm a piece of fluff

In the huff

Never learned the game

I left before I came

Mean

To

Scream

I'm a dot

God forgot

I'm past mending

I'm a happy ending

[Simona]

His heart

I have stolen it.

I hold it close in two cupped hands

All mine All mine

...Still pumping promises

Ha. I the occasional romantic : )

I still write but mostly after midnight because I can't sleep

[Simona]

And the Great Wise One looked down upon me with furrowed brows and said -

"Zita my dear broken woman-child;   you are venturing into dangerous canyons.  Befriend if you must but NEVER trust the limping jackal"

[MadAlice]

how do you post poems. thanks

[MadAlice]

    I am lost floating in a turbulent sea. I do not struggle as there is no land in sight Taken by the currents I float Aimlessly . ... Hopeless Helpless. Alone. I resign myself to this fate
Rising and falling with the swell. I try to become a part of it . To understand it's ebbs and flows .
To find out what lays underneath.
What it is that threatens to wrap me in its darkness All the while my mind trying to remain alert for signs that there may be something solid . Something that I may grab onto as I struggle to regain my direction . Oh for the beam of the lighthouse to guide me A compass to set direction .Any direction Or a buoy to give me some support I remain floating, Lifeless Conserving my whole for what lays ahead Hoping for calm seas while expecting a storm .

[MadAlice]

I wrote the above poem while sitting on my adult sons bed and not knowing what to do to help him.

[Mickey26]

This was for my uni assessment. 

Relief

I can see relief on
the horizon
it looks like something the
psychiatrist told me was
a work in progress
But when the serotonin hits
like citrus
that'll have me swimmin'
Then I can jive with the rest of 
the organic matter
and we can have a party

There are nervous ticks
jitterbugs that kick
me in my sleep
The inner gnawing chews but
I don't mind
cos when summertime comes
I'll be sitting pretty

[Stormy]

I am going out on a limb here. I have been writing poetry off and on since I was 6 years old, I have only once made an attempt to share my poetry with an ex girlfriend. I was belittled and ridiculed, and for the remainder of the relationship was known as the failed Shakespeare. I had my loving heart trampled under her feet until there was nothing left but earth.

I am anonymous now, a nic name on a forum, perhaps I will try once again, as a small step to test the water. My writing helped me through the dark days of my younger self and still does. I have had times where I thought that I would of been better off living in another dimension...on another plain....my poetry saved me. It gave me something to cling to in the abyss...like a bright star in an otherwise darkened sky.


LONE WOLF 

The Lone Wolf is staring
Looking up at the moon
The Wolf Pack is running
Gone past way too soon 

The Lone Wolf is walking
And stopping a while
Fulfilling his life
Just mile after mile 

Taking time to rest
Lay under a tree
A flower grows wildly
So strong and so free 

The Lone Wolf has realised
It's just way too late
He only has himself
No friends and no mate 

The Lone Wolf was once
A part of the pack
Now he is older
There's no looking back 

To other's he's nothing
Hasn't got what it takes
To be of any use
He's made his mistakes

He wanders through life
To be wild and free
What other's don't realise
That Lone Wolf is me