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The poetry corner - post your poems in here

Chris_B
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member

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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Rose_3
Community Member

"The Good Days and The Bad Days"

Some days are good, like I'm walking on air;
There are people who love me and people who care.

I feel electric, I'm completely aware;
There is love and there are miracles everywhere.

Then there are the bad days... where everything is black;
When I'm lost down a long road without the way back.

I feel my smile start to fade, the mask begin to crack;
And everyone's words, no matter what, sound like an attack.

Then I hit the bottom and I don't know what to do;
Until a kind word or pretty quote give me some clue.

I feel my smile start to come back, the electricity too;
And I am grateful to my bad days for being just a few.

Best wishes, Rose

Itch
Community Member

It feels so harsh in this environment.
but its just people doing their thing like me
yet it feels more than this.
if I face them and see they're not making eye contact
it feels better, but if I move and their attention targets me,
I freeze inside whilst all my motor skills are in neutral.
I hold my breath and hope i look normal, like a chameleon
trying to blend in the background "nothing's happening mate.. nope".
Oh no there's no pillar just open spaces everywhere!!!! I'm a sitting duck!
quick get my mobile phone out and pretend someone's called you.
"hi how are you.. yup I'm fine, did you get the thing.... oh really.."
THEN IT RINGS!!. hell has broken lose and now I am a powerwalking Olympian
going for gold and talking to a ringing mobile to the exits... you could imagine what I looked like.

This started out as a poem but I veered off as I do.

sorry.


David Nobody
Community Member
Eyes


With eyes so deep
The colour of the sea
Her turquoise stare
It stole a breath from me


A single glance
Was all that she needed
My gaze was locked
Come to me I pleaded


She turned to go
I called to her, “please wait”
No sound came out
By then it was too late


She spoke to me
At least I wished it so
I’ll never make
It happen, so I go


I dream of her
She comes to me at night
But she won’t stay
She’s gone by morning light


She’ll never know
I dare not talk out loud
It’s sad that I
Am lost deep in the crowd


With eyes so blue
The colour of the sky
Her topaz stare
She slowly walks on by

Phnx2405
Community Member
I have been guilty of forgetting to love my life
Instead, being consumed by hating my disorder
Lost in the shadows of my dark mind I would break
Breeding bitterness and confusion in its wake


All my overthinking adds fuel to the fire
The eruption of chaos burns straight through me
As my sense of self fades like ashes in the wind
And rising again like a mythical bird is hard to imagine


But the pain of growing new wings opens my eyes
We are all broken and that’s imperfectly fine
After all, how else is the light meant to get in
Refracting in all the wonderfully weird directions


Learning to fly again takes a great deal of patience
As the strength I gain from others leads me to soar
The option to stop and dive but the decision to keep going
Depression doesn't deserve my misery anymore

Depression doesn't deserve my misery anymore

awesome line!

Nothing

“Nothing” is a very strong word
To me it means absence of all
I don’t know if this is Oxford
I find it so hard to recall
my Memory

My mind is fixed on other stuff
On life and love, those little things
Of pain and loss, I have enough
Sound of my heart’s shallow beatings
my Head

I ain’t no Shakespeare or Wordsworth
What I have to say, what I feel
Often soulful and without mirth
As these poems they do reveal
my Words

Three people, just today, have tried
To ask me, “what is wrong?” and “why?”
I am wrong, a little bit died
I push them away, please don’t try
my Hopes

It is obvious that I am
Concealing my feelings from them
My health, I do not give a damn
Unshaven, unkempt, a rough gem
my Self

If everything has a purpose
Explain to me why I am here
Why can’t I just exist woundless
Why do I have this pain, this fear?
my Future

I will be showing this to some
It might not ever be read by
The one, for whom it was written
One to whom I have said “goodbye”
my Life

Thank you... i quite enjoy it.
It's so simple I was upset I hadn't used it years ago. hahahaha

I was thinking bout using either this piece or just the line to conclude my second book. hopefully get around to finishing it soon.

David Nobody
Community Member
Too Much

In my life I have screamed too much and worried too much
I have cried too much, and I have wasted too much time

You have abused me too much and bullied me too much
You have hurt too much, taken too much of what was mine

There is no going back, there is no forgetting some
No point in lamenting, now that memories are done

It is history now, there was nothing I could do
I can live with my part but I’m not sure about you

Phnx2405
Community Member
Smoke still rising from the decaying embers of destruction
As the aftermath of intolerance turned ignorance to war
The veins of humanity pumping fire, ashes and hate
Cure for extinction buried forevermore in shallow graves

Rivers of blood and shattered dreams reaching boiling point
Red floods of holocaust drowning our peaceful ideals
Waters rise, spreading disease as we wade in futile pride
These murky depths blanketed with ashes of our demise


Man versus man, eye for an eye and we’re going blind
God versus God, dark divinations in battle cries
Apocalypse in each horseman, galloping sins
Immaculate misconceptions breeding death


Oblivion sighted on the horizon of a breaking dawn
This desolate wasteland becoming our broken history
Legacy in the oasis casting long shadows of doubt
Bittersweet mirage of us dying peacefully in our sleep


Man versus man, tooth for a tooth and we’re biting tongues
God versus God, holy war machine crushing prayers
Apocalypse in each horseman, cantering sins
Immaculate misconceptions breeding death


Pestilence spread in ashen deliverance
Contagious plague lands
War ravaging humanity with scars
Blood of our lambs
Famine in black, scavengers arise
Foreshadows of revelations
Death on the back of pale envy
In the wake of hades’ lullabies

“Cure for extinction buried forevermore in shallow graves”

- awesome (the writing, not the thought)