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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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Crying as the winds carry you away
To places you never want to be
As fear crashes you to the ground
Broken, battered; feathers in tatters
Lost in this hurricane of emotions
Even in the darkness, you are not alone
I’ll search for you until you are safely home
Spread your broken wings
Crawl to me while I cry your name
Every ounce of strength, in pain
Until you reach me unfeathered
Into my arms I will nurture you
Restore your strength, mend your wings
Rest assured i’ll always be here
For nothing at all and for everything
Chaos in all these tears of change
You’ll find unknown strength through pain
In the safety of my arms and heart
I promise you this will eventually pass
Spread your broken wings
Crawl to me while I cry your name
Every ounce of strength, in pain
Until you reach me unfeathered
Spread your broken wings
Dream of tomorrow with no sorrow
To sing your song on a blue sky sunrise
And finally fly again unbroken
Smile as you don't need me anymore
Don’t be afraid to soar…
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Talking on the phone tonight
You asked me if I loved you
I answered with “of course I do”
In response I asked you the same
And you only “think” that you do
But want to give me a better answer
Nothing else could be said so true
We are vastly different people
From two alternate coins
Having now collided in mid life
You have said to me in the past
There would be love
I wonder what has changed
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Until something better comes along
Now I know where I stand
Off to the side, not good enough
Missing you comes in waves
And lately I’ve been drowning without you
Bingeing on broken hearts to ignore my own
I guess I’m just someone replaceable
Cast aside when boredom appears
Now I know I’m nothing more
Than a memory that disappears
Missing you comes in waves
And lately I’ve been drowning without you
Bingeing on broken hearts to ignore my own
Missing you in the highest of tides
Taking my precious time to forget names
Purging on the lost souls as I hold my breath
I guess I need you more than ever
And I guess I miss you more than I imagined
More than I’d happily admit
I’m turning blue without you
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To All who have shared your poems here, thank you so very much for sharing your words, creativity, thoughts and feelings.
To those of you who are considering sharing your poetry here, please do so.
Poetry is can be a wonderful way to express how you are seeing life, it can be liberating, freeing and very off loading or comforting.
It does not matter if your poem is short or may feel inadequate to share, who is to judge that? All people's words are just as important.
Cheers all from Dools.
Maybe I will try to write a poem myself later on today!
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There were two of them, they were not the same
They were different pieces from the one game
Similar pasts two beautiful creatures
Sporting different tastes and different features
Grandeur
Brilliance
Between the two there was nothing misplaced
With gorgeous faces both of them were graced
Their laughter, their smiles, it was a delight
To watch them grow from each morning to night
Graceful
Beauty
Sharp was her wit, a bit on the dry side
Harmless and welcome and freely applied
I’ll keep on doing what needs to be done
All while hoping to hold on to the one
Glory
Blissful
The other was lost as things go and such
Not offering to me the slightest touch
Time may heal us to where we were before
If she comes knocking, I’ll open the door
Glamour
Beloved
When they walked away gone into the night
I thought of them memories to delight
Time will go past and as reflections fade
I’ll remember them, those two that I made
Such a shame that I can’t say things like this to them, or anyone else for that matter, in person. A bit cowardly writing this, and not saying it.
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Your suicide embrace, this intimate compression
That suffocates all manner of mind, heart and confidence
You own me
You devour all my time when you are here
We eat, drink and sleep together
Not one second separated by this sinister tether
But regretfully, pathetically I feel at home in this weakened, submissive state
And as much as I appreciated your obsessive love for me
This love is awfully reminiscent of torture
I can no longer afford to have you stay
At least not for long
That sense of deadly complacency is a tricky kind of comfort
That leaves me curled up in tears
Just you and I in solitude, seemingly or literally for years
Our own dirty weekend where you take advantage of me
Wrench my heart in all directions
While playing your mind games
Please, I beg of you
Just leave, walk away
We have been through all this before
Yes, I know you’re stubborn and your dedication regarding me cannot be questioned
But look around
This is my home, my life
All these pictures are of my family and friends
This woman here, this goddess is my queen
I love her dearly, I love them all dearly
And I cannot let them down again and again because of you
I just cannot drag them through that particular brand of misery
I can’t ever explain it to them, our history
It’s just something they’ll never truely understand
Personally, admittedly I secretly prefer them not to
They don’t deserve it
So I implore you, please make this visit short
I’m going to have to ask you to leave
Before you overstay your welcome.
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A short letter to thank you. Thank you for being my “friend”. I don’t have much self-admiration, if any. What you said about me “being nice to talk to” is just about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
You were sitting on the double lounge by yourself, and all I could do was just write this about it. Eventually you went to bed. That is my life. Many wasted opportunities. That is why I have no friends...
How were you to know I wanted to talk to you... It’s like playing pool... I know I want to... I know you want to... I just can’t ask. The councillors make it sound so easy... just one small step... It’s like trying to find the right glasses so a blind person can see.
Sounds self-indulgent or self-pitying... Others in here (I can’t even remember their names) have said nice things about me in group. That I’m not able to say, “thank you”, let alone try and make a friendship, is saddening.
You probably won’t even get to read this, but at least I have written it down, so I will know that once I had a friend. Keep trying... keep fighting... don’t end up like me, and old dope.
Old Dope
The space over there is vacant
Where friendship is thought to dwell
It beckons for me to come over
One space, just to the left of Hell
How am I supposed to go there?
How am I supposed to try?
My head is telling me to go
But also, it’s asking me “why?”
I put myself next to conversation
In the hope that some will rub off
But still it is too far for contact
Again, I have missed the turnoff
My tablets have just started working
She is gone now, alas so has my hope
My head, it’s all a bit fuzzy
Now I’m just a sad, and lonely, old dope
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Chained to the conclusion our tears mean nothing
As yesterday's dreams belie the clarity of reality
Less than desirable, we forgot about peace
Intolerance lay claim to the crown of oblivion
As we're being buried in the rain of warheads
Barely a painless breath
This slave new world of living...
Tortured into submission we feel fear for the last time
Taming our desires to shroud us in darkness
Meekly exist within this empire of downtrodden dreams
Each shadow breeds darker imaginations
The horrors radiate beyond our wildest nightmares
Tremors of its impact reach new generations
Barely a painless breath
This slave new world of living...
Our most beautiful silhouettes
Hide the scars and blemishes we'll never forget
And the life we lead
Fades in the threat of a new day
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Sitting in someone else’s chair
People, I suppose, think that’s fair
All I am trying, all I’ve ever tried to be
Is what has been expected of me
Creating goals, creating holes
Someone has turned the light off
In my tunnel, my life, my trough
It’s up to me, to find it in my brain
Something I’ve never seen, just pain
Empty bowls, empty souls
It’s too late, too late for me to change
But my life, I’m told, I must rearrange
Something I’ve never done, never seen
I must turn all of my blue into green
No controls, no paroles
There is nothing that I want to do
Standing in the medication queue
Is this what forever is to be, for me
Can’t I just stay in my own reality?
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And in this broken state I can still find a particular strength
Even in a flood of tears I know there is tomorrow
Despite me almost drowning today
And in all the nightmares I know well
Each have just enough light to expose them
So when the storm inevitably rolls in
I know there is more to these clouds than mere thunder and deluge
And the silver lining can strike like lightning
There is more to me than this depression...