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. 

[Daemon]

A Summer Breeze

Soundless life

Still then restless

No more strife

Feeling painless

A breeze that's right

A peaceful day

Here comes night

Branches sway

Closing door

Bed so soft

Hear rain pour

Times aloft

This poem is taken from my old school book I found from year 8. Thought it was nice and simple, so thought I'd share it.

[james1]

Slight warning: this isn't a happy poem.

It's my expression of feeling trapped by my mind. It also ends quite abruptly, but mostly because I didn't feel there was anything left to say, haha.

Silent shackles

The prisoner gives birth to his agony.

It is a straightjacket made not for Houdini
But for Lucifer.
It is the padlock without a keyhole.
The prison with no doors.

And yet the prisoner is born – trapped -
With a mind he wears like a shackle,
Contorted with his head twisted
And tied to his ankles which sink in quicksand,
Drowning as his feet drag his screams further into his grave.

[james1]

Aand here's another more friendly one:

Listen

Tell me lies - I need to hear
Your whispers of comfort and love in my ear;
A soothing song which floats and lifts
Me up and out of my grave.

No mellow melody can be heard
Through the wreck of justice and disdain deserved
So forgive me now, for I know I’ve wronged
But I need you now – this is my call.

I’m scared but calm as I dial your number;
I’m lost for words but the thoughts spill out;
I’m frantic I’m crazy I’m going to scream
I’m quiet. I wait. I ring.

“Hello?”
You pick up the phone.
I rise;
I am no longer alone.

[james1]

Hello, I hope it's okay if I post this very short story here. It started as a poem, but I figured prose would be better.

A lifetime of onesies

Welcome, welcome, please step inside.

Each morning I wake up bare. The wardrobe’s open so I drag myself over the edge of my bed and slide halfway onto the floor, still sheltering in my warm sweaty blanket.

Colours hang upside down before me – dark green, slightly darker green, lots of grey, and even the odd white printed shirt. I’m a man of colour.

I’m also well prepared. Just behind my clothes, you can see my skins. I have skins for Tom, for Anna, for Tom when he’s with Anna, for Anna when Tom’s with someone else...every occasion you could ever imagine, real or unreal. Oh, that pile there is my rubbish. Those are my Emily skins – I threw them out a few months back. Let’s not go through them just yet.

Today is Meet A Stranger Day. This is my favourite day because I get to wear my best skin. Like a well pressed shirt and jacket, steamed and ironed to perfection, this skin is kept in the back of the wardrobe where not even dust dare venture. See how the arms fit just right and the fingers and nails are perfectly cut. I put a little padding on the shoulders too – I used to row, you know? And that smile with the perfectly cut creases around the eyes…I’m really proud of this creation. Took me years to craft.

Oh, sorry, I forgot this skin is so tight I can’t actually reach my back. Could you zip me up? Thank you.

And so, dressed in my onesie, I’m ready to open the door and meet a stranger. Wish me luck, but tell me if you see Tom and Anna.

I can’t let them see me in this!

[Emmy.]

MY PENANCE

Struggling to exist in a world not made for me
Everyday my wish is to be set free
The demons have consumed my soul
They haunt my thoughts, have full control

The beauty of life fades away
Leaving only darkness, night and day
Darkness finds you in your dreams
Sleep broken by my frightened screams

Shapes shift and change to confuse my mind
I search for safety but cannot find
I no longer recognise my face
It's haunted, scared, its lost its grace

I don't deserve a life of peace
This is my penance, it will not cease
So I must continue here
Live out my days with all the fear

[dark_unicorn]

Here's i poem i wrote a little while ago....

all other sounds are muffled,
by the voices in my mind.
confusing, and jumbled,
overpowering, and maligned.

some tell me to stop,
while others say ‘go’.
which voice i should listen to
there’s no way i could know.

so continue they must,
dishearten they may,
until someone stops the voices,
or I do, my way.

[Evan_John]

Something I stopped to write when driving home one day. I couldn't put my finger on what it was that liked about hiking and reaching a summit... then it hit me.


The softness of the horizon reminds me that
between where I stand and the things that fade into the distance
there is not emptiness but a stretch of light, air, and life
that has always been there, even when I haven't noticed it

[Evan_John]

Loved the depth of this poem, Rainbow.

[Evan_John]

This came to me as I walked my partner's lovely dog, Milo. We strode down the valley and across the bridge that passes over the marshlands. The sun was warm and I was present and happy. Short, sharp, and simple.

It's the song of the tall reeds;
they're laughing as they're tickled by the wind.
They kindly tell me that life moves past you
and washes over you...
and that's okay.

[james1]

Lovely poem Evan. The walk sounded very calming.