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. 

[David Nobody]

Thank you Roxy! You just made my day. xxx

No One

There’s no one here to tell me
what is right, and what is wrong
There’s no one here to sing to me
There’s none who knows my song

There’s no one here to undress me
and get inside my shirt
There’s no one here to comfort me
I’m full of doubt and hurt

There’s no one here to play with me
my cards are left alone
There’s no one here to sit with me
My one true love has flown

There’s no one here to watch with me
the people passing by
There’s no one here to cuddle me
I sit alone and sigh

There’s no one here to talk to me
to comment on the day
There’s no one here to sleep with me
The pain gets in the way

There’s no one here to save me
from all of my nightly fears
There’s no one here to love me
Nobody to dry my tears

[Wilma1]

Confusion wrestles deep inside

Questions flooding through my mind

Observing as life pushes by

Why do I push why do I try

It seems I push against the grain

I try so hard though lost in pain

Why can't you hear

Why can't you see

I guess because

It's invisible me

I know my masks are not this good

I see and hear you as I should

With fading courage again I try

And watch as all just pass me by

Why can't you hear

Why can't you see

I guess because

It's invisible me

It seems I have a magic wall

Behind which I hide it all

I must have built it very tall

There was no need I am so small

Why can't you hear

Why can't you see

I guess because

Its invisible me.

[David Nobody]

Depressed Free - Part 1 of 2
Homage to Dr. Seuss’ “Yertle the Turtle”

In the blank little mind of Numpty old man
Were thoughts that reminded, “do not if you can”
“The time is not right” or “the house is not clean”
“Too distant, too close”, do you see what I mean?
He’ll never just think, “I am good, I am free”
‘Cause Numpty old man, he is mad, don’t you see?

Then on to a doctor, prescribing a pill
“It won’t make you sane, just removes your free will
The magic will come from a mindfulness task
As long as you do all the things that I ask
Try noticing judgements that fly through your mind
By letting them go, there is comfort to find”
The doctor was saying these words to a man
Who’s thinking had spoken “I don’t think I can
I try and I fail, this is no good for me
I don’t want to think, I’ll fall out of my tree!”

Then, Numpty again, he was thinking “I’m mad
I can’t catch a break, all the problems I’ve had
I’ve put on some weight, and the grey is all through
It really don’t matter, at all, what I do…”
So, Numpty just nods, he agrees to her scheme
He’s hoping and praying that she’s on his team
She starts out quite slowly, just building rapport
But Numpty was weary and could do no more

“I’m done” is what Numpty’s mind wanted to say
“Please, no more of mindfulness training today
I’ve noticed and let go of thoughts that appeared
But none of those thoughts are the thoughts that I feared
The thoughts that I fear, are all hidden from view
And they will stay there, ‘cos I’m not telling you”

Incredibly different but much more unique
The cure that was promised, “is hope what you seek?”
A sign on the doorway said “no place like home”
Though no ruby slippers, his feet have been shown
Researching his illness from Burger through Freud
The Numpty man knew only how to avoid
His feelings and actions went not to the goal
The only concern, not the key to his soul

“I’M MAD” he cried out, “WON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME?
I NEED SOME ASSISTANCE, I DON’T DISAGREE!”

He stays in his house, but is wanting to go
Where people are friendly, with hot cups of joe
To talk, and to natter, to prattle, and yak
Are things he has heard of, but has not the knack
It’s simple they tell him, “do not think too hard
You just have to be a congenial bard”

[David Nobody]

Depressed Free - Part 2 of 2

“My pain and my sadness, I want it to end
Oh won’t some brave soul come and help me to fend
The darkness, the dankness, the dullness, the drear
Please come and assist me to end all my fear”
Thus Numpty delivers his passionate plea
Now all that is left is the, just wait and see

The doctor, to Numpty said “why don’t you try
Just give me one chance, and I WILL stop your cry
I haven’t failed yet, and you won’t be the first
Unless you are stupid, or mental, or cursed”
The chances that Numpty was mental were good
He thought that the doctor had misunderstood
While hoping she’d cure him, he did not believe
His madness, the treatment would give him reprieve

His nightmares do beckon, alone with himself
He can’t let them see him, they’re bad for his health
They come and they go but he does not complain
‘Cos devils you know will not drive you insane
Then sighing he says, “you can leave me alone
There ain’t no black dog that would give me his bone”
But, lacking the skills to protect him from hurt
He falls down again, smack bang, face in the dirt

When Numpty does try to be king of his life
To weed out the pain and be absent from strife
Success is not measured by dollars or cents
It’s measured by knowing the pain will go hence

The tragedy’s knowing that he won’t get well
Like Jack always falling, but he does not tell
A secret that’s shared will not ever come true
He suffers in silence, thus he will stay blue
All helpers, all doctors, the meaning well type
Will never convince him to jump on the hype
It’s what Numpty wants, so please hang up the phone
“You bastards, you mongrels, just leave me alone!”

So, Numpty must live out the rest of his days
Alone and in silence, but all without haze
His thoughts will be sad, but they’ll never be bad
They will be of life, of the life that he had
Deciding that he would be better without
The Numpty old man took a sharp turn about
Distress and anxiety gives him the shits
But he won’t be forced to call anything quits

When Numpty was told to climb down from his box
He looked for the fox, and he looked for the socks
With no lucid meaning for what he did say
They all said to Numpty, “please don’t go away”
They tried, and they tried, and they tried one more time
But Numpties don’t listen, they just try to rhyme

So all who have read what this Numpty has said
Can now be assured that he’s safely in bed
That somewhere and sometime he WILL be stress free
As Numpties, and maybe, all people should be...

[Katyonthehamsterwheel]

You're a clever numpty 🙂 Really enjoyed reading that. Sorry it's about pain and suffering, but it's very beautiful nonetheless.

[David Nobody]

Thank you Katy.

[Katyonthehamsterwheel]

Jesus don’t want her for a sunbeam
And neither does anyone else
So there she sits discarded on the dark dusty shelf
But I’m good and I’m kind she says
But they’re always looking for something else
And so she sinks further into herself

Did you know loneliness can kill?
I’ve tried to connect but I’m losing my will ☹

[David Nobody]

Being Alone

In feelings I am poor because I am alone
Never do I feel joy, I am never happy
I am not allowed ever, anyone to love
And there is no one who is allowed to love me

I’m not feeling lonely because I’m by myself
I’m by myself because I was feeling lonely
Being alone was never a choice that I made
It was a forced choice, it was the one and only

Not anyone could come and fill my lonely void
In fact, the void may not be able to be filled
Being all alone is a scary place to be
And being alone with me, you wouldn’t be thrilled

Being alone is not even the hardest part
It’s not being able to tell someone you are
I keep thinking that I am meant to be alone
They don’t ask me if they should run, they ask how far

If time is the medicine that will heal all wounds
Why does being alone become worse after time?
I don’t want to be alone, or to be lonely
If they could just find a cure, that would be sublime

[Billyc]

This is a poem about my father, he has a lot of brain strokes these days and can’t talk, he also lives in the other side of the world....

The Light Bulb

The light bulb has not gone out,
Its vision is a sign that all that will truly die
The minute will shine upon the moment the lightbulb goes out
Wonderoyse years bled with blood from my peer
My father, the one I sought to admire
As the older I grew no matter who I knew
His secrets of the past, the shadow I sparked
With a ray of my own light showed him finally.. that I too can fight.
I have a mixed feeling, you are now Departed, for I am still living through my father.
You’ve left me alone in this wilderness unknown, No matter what you’ve thought of me.. i will always feel alone without you.


 

[Vooshvazool]

They have their phones

I have my shoes

To each, our absent eyes are glued

as we shuffle by in solitude.

by Vooshvazool