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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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Nico_B
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member

Hi all,

This poem is by Kitty O'Meara (so not me). It's a beautiful and magical poem, and a hope for our planet during this unprecedented period of time...

"And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed."

Nico

Guest_1055
Community Member

I am bored, there is not much to do.

So tired of Google just flicking through

I could do dishes staked up high

But I cannot be bothered... Oh sigh

Going for a walk outside,

causes me to want to hide.

I feel some shame, I don't want to see,

People perhaps staring or gazing at me.

I have few friends that I could chat

And no dog or cat to pat.

I could do some baking,

but it's hard to bake.

I shall come back here and try to write.

As I need to get the washing now it's night.

David Nobody
Community Member
COVID 19
To the tune of “We Will Rock You” by Queen

COVID you’re a shrew, not a bad cold
Killin’ all those peeps who didn’t do what they were told
They should’ve stayed inside
Maybe wouldn’t’ve died
Kickin’ that big bad virus aside
Hatin’

COVID, COVID, nineteen
COVID, COVID, nineteen

COVID you’re not at all controlled
Suffering those peeps when you got over their threshold
They shouldn’t go outside
Maybe they’d’ve not died
All those old people who were cast aside
Hatin’

COVID, COVID, nineteen
COVID, COVID, nineteen

COVID you’re an evil tenfold
All the smartest peeps, they are not fighting you for gold
They keep trying beside
Maybe stemming the tide
If only it wasn’t first pushed aside
Hatin’

COVID, COVID, nineteen
COVID, COVID, nineteen

Everybody fears you

COVID, COVID, nineteen
COVID, COVID, nineteen

Everybody hates you

COVID, COVID, nineteen
COVID, COVID, nineteen

Guest_1643
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member
Maybe there’s nothing I can do.
Maybe buying things won’t solve anything
Maybe I don’t need all these girls.
And maybe – their friendship makes no difference at all.

Maybe – I don’t have to trust if I don’t really,
Or smile when my heart is breaking in two,
Maybe I can lie with confidence today
And allow myself to hide what I wish to.

Maybe I’m not a reader of literature
And maybe it doesn’t matter if I am or not,
Maybe – I don’t even have to be anything
But the simple person I appear to be.

Maybe it doesn’t matter exactly where I fit
Maybe that’s inconsequential too -
Maybe I can speak some truth, without even trusting you,
Maybe then I won’t get burnt.

Maybe I can’t try to change my life,
Because that would mean I wouldn’t be living it,
And if somehow, life becomes sweeter –
I will just have to enjoy it!

Upside_down
Community Member

Night time I dread,

I lie here in bed,

While thoughts circle round and round in my head.

I want to finish this poem but I just got extremely hungry so food yes I think so byeee 👋🏽

TBC.... 🙂

*a real-life depiction of an active adhd brain

hellohi
Valued Contributor
Valued Contributor

Our Silent Boiling Anger

The silent anger boils,
Being told to blow out the flame of the injustices around me,
Being told that one person can’t make any change,
The silent anger simmers, turning into more silence, sadness and guilt

Each day surrounded by people,
Surrounded by people who judge and don’t support the minorities,
Many who want everyone to be like them but not their actual selves,
Many who avoid and walk away from me,
My life is a fashion show, where there are judges critiquing every contestant,
Critiquing their culture, their appearance, their sexuality, their gender, their race, their ‘social class’, their age, and much much more,
I boil until there is not enough heat surrounding me,
The silent anger turns into self-hate

I want to change,
I want to be like how society expects me to be, the stereotypes,
I look at myself in the mirror and the reflection seems like a stranger,
I felt like an internet connection being disconnected from myself,
Who am I?

Who am I, who lets others determine who I should be?
Who am I, who lets judges take over me?
Who gives the judges the right to shape who I am?
Who am I?

I am who I am, someone who doesn’t need to change,
Someone who will make the change in others’ minds,
Someone who will bring the forgotten rights of the minorities,
The rights; to feel belonged, to enjoy own culture, to be accepted, to be acknowledged, to be your true and unique individual

Today, I bring people together through protests, petitions and much more,
Bringing people who believe in what I believe,
Together, we talk to schools, workplaces and our societies,
Pointing out the injustices kept hidden and the impacts of the words of those fashion show judgers,
The beastly words, comments, segregation and discrimination,
To light flame to the injustices,
To get people to let their boiling but silent anger out and be heard,
Together we are powerful

Together we make the change,
We are capable together to bring awareness,
To gradually confront those who believe in being prejudice,
Removing the cover of prejudice

Together we rise and gain hope,
Together we gain strength,
Together we overcome
Together we are powerful

hellohi
Valued Contributor
Valued Contributor
Game Of Life
She was gone like a sandcastle being washed away by the tides,
These tides washed me into a sea full of dark sides,
Is this the game we have to ride?
Why is this game of life….so painful,
The sky looks so unfaithful,
I see the clouds cry their raindrops,
Making my tears wanting to drop,
Why did she leave me? I scream
I cry and cry, until I feel that the cloud’s and my tears can become a stream
This isolation makes me feel alone,
Making me wanting to be blown,
Why do I have to lose so much in this game,
While everyone else does not go through the same,
I lost, my life is a word without a meaning,
Making me feel like this is the time of grieving,
She left me, like smoke dissolved in the air and the only trace, was my sorrow,
But I will rise, rise from all the sorrow which makes me feel so hollow,
This game of life is small and short, that’s why you need to move on and leave the losses in this game alone
How do I move on?
I find my answer,
I pack my bags and say,
That today I will make a way,
I will heal, even though it will leave a scar,
I start to mountain climb and I take her favourite guitar,
I climb, feeling so courageous, that today I have taken back my consciousness from my isolation,
I feel today, I have won something in this game of life
I cry when I reach the top,
I ask why,
But answers never come,
My heart tells me to stop,
The clouds cry with me, but then,
The sun climbs the mountain and it smiles reaching its arms around me making me feel joyful after a long time again,
There I see that this game of life has loses and wins, but you need to move on and regain,
I rise like a happy fountain,
As I have climbed this mountain, I have given my game of life a definition and I have recovered from all that grief, which had taken a part of me,
But through this game of life I have felt,
That grief is like riding a roller coaster in a game that never stops without a wearing seatbelt

Guest_1643
Blue Voices Member
Blue Voices Member
so beautiful. thank you for sharing

hellohi
Valued Contributor
Valued Contributor
Thank you for reading. I appreciate your time. 🙂

emcaljoe
Community Member

Hi. This is my first post on the forum. I'm no poet, but I wrote these words down and my aim was to provide hope and a way forward. They mean something to me. Thanks.

TOMORROW
Pinprick of light – a life raft – salvation
World’s problems multiply – pile up, fill up.
Teetering on the abyss of the pit – the bottomless pit –
Of hopelessness – despair.

Peering up – hoping against hope
Searching for a sign – a glimmer
Head pounding – thoughts crowding -
Taking over – sanity smothered.

Happiness abounds – yet sadness pervades
Darkening recesses overflow.
Light deflects off unseen boundaries -
Protecting gloom – swerving familiarity.

Fugue descends – Why this? Why?
Distant memories retreat
Black – Black – Black –
Fight – Fight – Fight…

Pinprick of light – slowly growing
A drab moth emerging from cocoon
Colourless - yet blindingly beautiful.
Ready to fight a brand new dawn.

Awake – peering up into hopefulness
Wary – yet encouraged –
The battle won – a war still raging.
The lights clarity – a future.