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. 

[mmMekitty]

Hello Sophie M

I have been reading many poems tonight. It has been a wonderful diversion.

Makes me think I would like to post some poems I have written here. I like to put my name to 'real' writing I have worked on. I have a pseudonym I would be happy to use instead. would that be okay?

(Just between us, I should of used this pseudonym as my username in the first place, perhaps??? Oh, but I lahve Mekitty!)

[DeeplyHonest]

can you describe to me the little girl you used to be? She sounds like someone you like to spend time with,someone special why?

[pl515p1]

Shine me some light
So I can see where you are
In the longest night I need hope
So I stare up at the stars
I am falling away
And lost inside this dark
Today all I once had is now gone
Just faint remains of your spark

These words are mere pieces
To a puzzle without end
Some things I should have told you
That escape while I descend

These little phrases of thought
I give them to you
I hope you can see them
I hope they get through

If only I knew then, what now I do know
If only I did not lose everything to now grow
I could have seen the way, before it was here
I could have been on the right path, it would be so clear

If only I could go back and make it all right
Show you who I am now, but I can only write
You some more words, that I wish I had said
As I sat there beside you
As you lay in your bed

[white knight]

LEGS OF SPOKE

How can I let them know?
When the dark exceeds the glow
When the sun hides behind the clouds
Silence they hear...but I scream so loud.
Some stand beside a 6 foot hole
Shake their heads and see its toll
They ask how he could have dropped
Out of the circle -a forget me knot
Yet they seem to see clear and there is hope
When they sight a person with legs of spoke
A crippled girl pushing her chair
A man be manic- there's no one there.
"Storm in a tea cup" hurts so bad
Like the cyber crow who remains so glad
Keeps flying and in full flight
Achieves his art...in the middle of the night
For some in power see it their way
Even at the side of a 6 foot grave
Shake their head and call out "why"
"Why on earth- he didnt have to die".
So kind some be they reach out so true
Smile away "we want to meet you"
Bring along your vintage car and your smile"
But leave - what's behind your dial.
So we laugh and dine and all's ok
Leave at home come what may
If I be saddled with legs of spoke
They'd lift me around- bloody good bloke.
But as my mind hurts so bad
Cannot hide my feelings- mad?
Can no longer be bloody good bloke
Sometimes I wish.....
I had legs of spoke......

[Guest_1584]

Reverse , that should've been his name. Mr backwards , same same same. lifted spirits, yet casted aside lifted spirits and yet here he reside

ln the depths of wonder the depths of lost the lost battles of life and at what cost

lesson hard learned yet lessons forgot shame they weren't free lnstead of the cost

So of what do l talk and of what use does it serve l talk of life, and of the all so absurd No use actually , no purpose no song No rhyme or reason , no lyrics no tune Just rants of fake stardust, that can't change a thing lf only, l wish lf only l'd sing.

rx

[Guest_1584]

Life , it reminds me of the song , Gauge away, and it will too , it'll do it all day, just like he invites her to.

But what happens with waters calm , how is life then

Do we need the storms and wild seas, the thrill, the stimulation when.

Do the Gods design it this way , bc they know far more than us

Just like we love a storm , so beautiful , so life , is that the way we must

l don't know , and ashamed to say , l surely should

there'd be a way , if we only just could.

But different minds and such different souls, what's right and what's wrong who is to say

Who can know , see you for you

Only ourselves , to do what we do.

rx

[Guest_1643]

The cups of tea,

The journal entries,

Cosy layered blankets,

Soft things, socks, slippers, cushions, sweats....

the chocolate revival,

The "talk to a friend,"

The, call that helpline,

The, "This too shall pass."

You say it,

I believe it, or,

I don't,

Either way, I try brew and foster

Hope.

But it's not as easy as you say

Not as simple as picking up the phone

Not as solvable as that puzzle,

I bought during lockdown,

To make this all go away.

It's a daily trudge, it's muddy,

It's hard,

It's not fluffy, warm, or hopeful.

Not simple or resolved.

I'm walking every day through years of trauma,

And I'm tired

I'm so tired

[Guest_1643]

Not my poem, but a dreamy, magical, straight-to-the-heart piece by Warsan Shire.

She's awesome.

What They Did Yesterday Afternoon
BY WARSAN SHIRE
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

[Guest_5739]

I’m past the why me’s
I accept its just so
But I’m still stuck on why
A constant whispering blow

I’m tired of Doctors
An endless merry go round
No answers as to why
Their prescriptions an unbearable sound

Sometimes I ask
Is this just gods plan
To suffer my whole life
Walking through life on sand

My courage does grow
Though constantly I stumble
Its all a mental game
To my inner self I mumble

So what of that?
My frustration palpable
I’m trying so hard
My wisdom ever nimble

Yet what growth comes
When life is easy
I have all basic needs
We’re trained to want life breezy

Maybe I must just let go
Look for joy day to day
There is a lot to be grateful
When in the moment you stay

Then pain keeps me present
Keeps my eye on the Devine
Exercises my sensitivity
To more woes than just mine

I keep wary of distraction
Of swapping one problem for another
The intent is to move forward
Be unto myself a mother

I can do this
I will bear the load
For this is my special journey
So many beautiful views on this road

[white knight]

DAD’S SMILE

An old porch chair where my dad once sat
A smoke in his hand and slippers on a mat
I remember when he’d laugh and smile at me
And I’d return the honor almost instantly

My thoughts are such now that dad has passed away
I glance at that empty chair each and every day
Sorrow fills my heart and in a way it’s sad
That I still look at that chair and still smile at my dad

But all’s not lost and I don’t waste my time
Cause I still see his face smiling just like mine
Yes in that old porch chair where my dad once sat
Is his smoke in his hands and slippers on a mat….

TonyWK