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. 

[SourceShield]

Hey J1!,

Youre welcome man!

I really do see an epic poem in the making!

Like, The Aeneid!.

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Keep going mate, let it all out.

I totally get the over-editing thing.

It'll help when writing poems, in the style that you've got there.

But, I'd also like to encourage you to perhaps, go a little out of your comfort zone with your writing,

Is there space in your poetry for a little less editing?

If there isnt thats fine, as well.

Just asking questions...

I sense a very passionate and intense, creative writer in you.

Bring it.

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As mentioned in a post above...

I really dig, Free Thought Poetry, now.

Have you ever tried that, James?

Anyone else?

What about AutoWriting Poetry?

Have you done that?

Its fun!

I like to blend my poems, with beats, in my head.

And, sometimes to the music playing, in the background.

I love writing poetry now, because its a means to access a little more freedom in my life.

Thats what I am writing about, and getting at.

Writing poetry to me is not about stressing myself, or getting anxious about what Im writing.

Which at times, over-editing, can do.

Does that make sense to you, James1?

Poetry = Access Point To More Freedom In My Life.

Why do you write poetry?

Im genuinely curious.

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---POETRYSLAM---

Day8

---FREEDOM! - NOT JUST A SONG BY GEORGE MICHAEL -

Freedom is a biggie for me

Always has been you see

Working it out in the city

Got somewhere to be

Got somewhere to go

Now or never

Float like a feather

Bed I rest

I must confess

This sweet kiss

I can be brutally honest

Im sorry about that

I was just asking questions

Always asking questions

You said for me

to just be

Myself

But when I was

You didnt like it

Because Im disorderly

Dysfucntional

And

depressed.

I must confess

We are blessed.

We must attest

This aint no test

When will you live your life?

If not NOW, then when?

Gentlemen, ladies and lords

It matters who reads these words

You matter

Thank you for reading these words

Thank you for being here

When we need to be heard.

Living life can be absurd

For sure

No cure

Except life itself

Get up off the shelf

Your Mumma, my Mumma,

and their Mummas before them too

They had lots of things to do

Love bless all the mummas, papas

Sons and daughters too.

Freedom.

Free dominion.

Its just my opinion.

That freedom

should be free

for all.

MuchFreedom.

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Thanks for taking the time to get back to me J1.

Keep writing, dont stop.

MuchEncouragement

[SourceShield]

PoetrySlam

3/12/16

Day9&10 (Part1&Part2)

This is performed to a dubstep beat.

---But What If I'm Still Angry?

PART 1

What if I still feel the pain

What if I still take the blame

The shame

What if that is on me

For being stupid

you see

Whats if thats on me

What if Im still angry

What if I still Hate on myself

I am just asking questions

never mention the past

At last

I get it

Yeh right

Last night

I couldnt stop

the flip flop

must stop

What if Im still angry at life

all the knifes

and forks in the road

My head exploded

Reloaded

Jet pack on

go

just flow

big bro

And youll know

when to

get off

What if

What if

What if

Brah

brah

brah

Bioz.

---But What If Im Still Angry?

Part 2.

Mad 'stiffy

In a jiffy

Brah brah brah

Dem play a triangle

Dem play dem spoons

Brah brah

He got no issues with his black shoes

Shine dem up

Grease them down

Up up up

all over town

Cairns

Townsville

BriZVegas too

Moving up

Overflowing this cup

I got this vision

It is a mission

Unleash transmission

Aggression

Yep I got plenty

spare

Here

you want some?

Trum trum

brah brah brah

Some play dem triangle

Some play dem spoons

What if I am still angry?

Then what?

MuchMisery

Kaitoa

[SourceShield]

PoetrySlam Challenge.

DAY 11

4/12/16

(At the moment. Im listening to Muddy Waters. Blues. So, this poem is best spoken with a blues feel underneath it. Peace&TheBlues)

---RockSteady

Im ready

ready

as I

will ever be

who

is

with me?

Rocksteady

Im standing

Rocksteady

I aint never got a friend

When I need one with me

But Im ready

Ready

As ready

As

I

Will

Ever

Be

A friend for you

That aint easy

Easy for me

Because

Trust

Dont come easy

But

Im ready

Ready

As

I

I will

ever be

Rocksteady

Rocksteady

Im Rocksteady

Rocksteady and feeling free

No more pretending

Pretending

to

be

Anyone

But

Im

just

gonna

be

me.

Now you see

There are some things

About me

That

Im

improving on

and

changing

cause

I learnt

some

crazy

ways

yes I did.

Dont take life

so

seriously

Just relax

with me

baby

Im rock steady

as

Rocksteady

as

Im

ever

gonna be.

Rocksteady

Rocksteady

Rocksteady

Rocksteady

As

Im

Ever

Gonna

be.

Thank you

All

of

you

I

thank

you

Thank you for being you

Lets dance

to the rocksteady

beat

join me here

lets dance

on the street

listening to

Bowie and Jagger

dancing there

on the street

Compassion

And love

are our birthright

just cause you have

a

disorder

that

aint the

end

of

the story

Neuroplasticity

Neurodiversity

Friendliness

and

availability

to

see

what we are meant to see

Rocksteady

Rocksteady

Rocksteady

Got

me

now

standing

Rocksteady.

MuchSteadier

GreyWolfWarrior

Kaitoa

[james1]

I'll try to put something up tomorrow 🙂 My first draft is usually just free writing, so maybe I can give that a go in my one hour of writing tomorrow. I haven't really done any writing in the last week!

Just wanted to pop in and say keep it up! I love reading yours 🙂

[SourceShield]

Thanks J1!.

I look forward to reading yours as well.

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PoetrySlam Challenge

Days 12&13.

Today I'm going to write four Haiku, two for each day!.

The Pattern of the Haiku Poem -

3 lines.

1) 5 syllables.

2) 7 syllables.

3) 5 syllables.

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1---I Saw You Standing There - A Haiku

"I opened the door.

Saw you standing there, I smiled.

Kiss me now sweetly".

2---Jane's Merry! - A Haiku.

"Herbal medicine.

Chai high noon tea for me please.

Green, green grass of home?".

3---Beyond The Blues - A Haiku.

"Wishy washy blues,

Jumping at the news 'bout you.

When you coming home?".

4---Interview With A Vampyr - A Haiku.

"I gripped him tightly.

My first, I began to suck.

I am the Vampyr".

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Write when it feels right to write.

Never deny yourself the right, to write!.

---

HappilyWritten

Kaitoa

[james1]

As requested, just did a brain fart on my page nd here it is in its unedited glory hahaha

Falling short, one short

Too short

Always short.

I have wings

But they are clipped

By me

And me alone.

My mind dreams

My hands reach

But then I fall

Too short

Forever short.

Yet my life stretches

Out beyond the horizon

Like an ocean

Of opportunity

A new start

A new land

For me to find my place

My place?

What is this place of mine?

Where is this place of mine?

Where i can stretch my wings

And take flight.

That place is here

That place is near

I just need to reach

To stretch

And mybe

Just maybe

Then

I will be

Satisfied

[SourceShield]

J1,

That was a most excellent brain-fart, not at all offensive.

I sense that you were still playing it safe though, there's more there for you to free up.

Good work.

...Keep 'em coming...

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PoetrySlam

Day 14

- 6/12/16

---NakedLoneliness

Who is it that you want most at your funeral?

why?

When I dye the cloth red

sleeping in my

bed

I will be.

Who said that I had to do this your way?

No one.

Right!

Janis drank

her way silly

billy

was

a

kid

got shot big shot

elvis might still be alive

or

preserved in a jar.

Big chevrolet car!

Have you ever been so embarrassed that you just froze in place?

Like you could not move at all?

I have

when

I was 12 years old.

Felt old that day.

It was for the speech competitions and I was in the finals.

But my cue cards got all jumbled up

I mucked up

bad

it was sad

I hid

under the stage

and cried

died

of

embarressment

at

least

a

trillion times.

it was my age

I was lonely that day

and many days after

thats when I noticed the laughter

from the other kids

I wasnt strange

queer

full of cheer

gay

I would often spend many weekends by myself as a teenager

while others were out playing

I was at home hiding

shame

blame

guilt and fear

Thats all good

I was young

Sung a different song

back

then

its all good

I'm here add to the experience

right?

How many times have you been rejected?

Abandoned?

To know either but once is enough to send some to give it all up

but dont give up

please

its all good

share your vulnerability with me

and I will share mine

I am but one man

I am no more than you

and no less neither

I am born of the warrior race

Its something that I have had to face

Greenstone blades

we battled for honour

integrity

truth

Streuth ruth

Thats what we were all about

Have much have you hated on yourself?

tell me really

and

I will bare my soul for you

I will hold you

lets just do that

MuchAnticipation.

Kaitoa.

[SourceShield]

PoetrySlam

Day15

---He Can Hardly Love You.

He can hardly love you

like I do

He can hardly hold you

like I do

He can hardly rock you

take you

hold you

make you

want more

when I'm walking out the door

He can hardly make you want him

like I know

you want me

He can hardly love you

like I do

He can hardly make you laugh

in the bath

touching you

feeling you

like I do

He can hardly do those things I do for you

like I do

This I know to be true

What's your game?

I drop the ball

I'd never let you fall

as we danced

romanced

on the beach

out of reach

summer peach

from atlanta

that's you

Black skin

playing the violin

Man you so fine

blow

my

mind

all

the time

But

He cant hardly love you like I do

You know thats true.

He cant hardly make you moan

groan

delight

in

the

night

like I do.

Come back over

in your land rover

Drive through

I got you

Let me

be the man you know you need

in your life

He can hardly love you like I do

so

why you playing these games like you do.

He can hardly love you

but

there you have it.

What am I supposed to do?

I can't make you want me

like

I

want

You.

MuchWantingness

Kaitoa

[SourceShield]

PoetrySlam

Day16

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Today I will write 5 Cinquain.

Cinquain (SIN-cain): an unrhymed poem consisting of five lines arranged in a special way.

The usual diamond effect can not be achieved when we post to BB, but that's all good, the poem can still be read!.

The word cinquain comes from the Latin root for “five.”

Notice that the cinquain has five lines that follow this sequence:

Line A: One vague or general one-word subject or topic

Line B: Two vivid adjectives that describe the topic

Line C: Three interesting -ing action verbs that fit the topic

Line 😧 Four-word phrase that captures feeling about the topic

Line E: A very specific term that explains Line A

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---1)

Giant.

Lumbering. Friendly.

Scratching, licking, sniffing.

He is ever-present.

Bundy, the Wolfhound.

---2)

Herbal.

Green. Grass.

Mulling, rolling, puffing.

Summer days, hazy ways.

It's a joint effort.

---3)

Him.

Lust. Envy.

Yearning, craving, wanting.

More than a crush.

The man of my dreams.

---4)

Sweet.

Soft. Juicy.

Dripping, slurping, devouring.

Pink fleshed summer fruit.

Watermelon.

---5)

Brave.

Strong. Resilient.

Dancing, chanting, praying.

They are the guardians.

MedicineMan.

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MuchLove

Kaitoa

[SourceShield]

PoetrySlam

Day17

---Acknowledgement&Validation

They go on about acknowledgement and validation.

Passing judgement on others as they go along.

Singing their song.

What number will they play today?.

High horse,

Of course.

Passive aggressive remarks.

But who is smarter?

Surrender all defences.

Lay down the pride.

See past her arrogance, and see the hurting child inside.

She is still hurting,

she is still sad.

Let her live her life.

Let her have her space.

The resentment may eat her.

For she is jealous of you.

Her pride has cost her, and lost her many friends.

On the line she can be another,

someone else's mother.

But in her bedroom, she cries herself to sleep at night.

Let her have this time, to find her sense of purpose.

For at the moment, she is lost.

Let her go.

Let her be free.

Let her go.

Let her be free.

Let her go.

Let her be free.

MuchRespect

Kaitoa