The poetry corner - post your poems in here

Chris_B
Community Manager (Retired)
Community Manager (Retired)

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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G'Day all,

 

I have always been passionate about Mens’ Health and just recently wrote a poem about Persistence. I thought I would send it to ‘Beyond Blue', an organisation that always leads by example, ‘talk’s the talk and walk’s the walk’.

 

Hopefully, this humble Ode might resonate with one person who might be doing it tough right now and thinks there is no end in sight.

 

ODE TO PERSISTENCE

Can you hear it in the distance?

Past the willows and the trees

Through the rain and misty valleys

On the tide of aqua seas?

Like a camel in the desert,

You go searching for a drink,

But that shimmer’s just a glimmer...

Into dust, your hopes do sink.

Still, you climb that lofty mountain,

Up amongst the rocky crops

Your legs are tired and weary,

And the struggle never stops.


Then you float along the ocean

Life-raft bursting at the seams.

But the drifting lasts forever,

And it never meets your dreams.

 

How much longer can you take it?

Will you ever find the key?

Your internal voice reminds you,

There’s a place you need to be.


You try and make your own luck,

As the time keeps ticking by,

Because you know your dream is worthy

So, you give it one more try!

With a soul in search of wisdom

You’re committed to the truth,

And soon you start to realise...

That all you need is proof!

Like a dancer chasing answers –

waltzing proudly down the road

Then you ask yourself the question -

What's the moral of this ode?

And a light comes shining brightly

As it’s whispered in your ear -

Keep on pushing forward friend...

Success is very near.

EXCEPT FOR TODAY (17.3.2024)
 
I'm an atheist except for today
And maybe more that come my way
So you might be alarmed if I pray
My best mate is drifting away
He built me a workbench from the wood I gave
A picture frame and a gentle wave
And his courage as the cancer grows
"You're My best mate" -now the world knows
Through blur of love we've had our say
My best mate is eroding away
So don't be surprised if you see me pray
I'm an atheist... except for today...
 
TonyWK

Lovely poem, Tony.

Hugzies

mmMekitty

FROM AN OVERCOAT OF GREY

 

Wrote a letter in an attic on a cloudy day of pain
Sent it to my folder, labelled “regretfully insane”
Couldn’t mail it to my youngest in her typical silent way
“You needed me in London- I’d swim if I could not pay”

 

And the fairies played their bugles while in slumber land
And the teddy’s cared for all, so they could understand
That the song of love was one sided in my life of joy
I wish I could master being hugged - of being just a toy

 

And the forces I do not know are there for all to see
If we searched hard enough they laugh – laugh so merrily
But it comes to loving parents when the corner has a bend
That’s why I mask my pain with rhymes I never send

 

And those fairies still play their bugles and Barbie’s do their hair
I can look closely still, but there’s only one daughter there
In a room of joy and words meant to harm and annoy
I wish I could master the magic- of returning to a toy…

 

A price to pay for kindness, returned without a task
A symbol of returning care- isn’t much to ask
There was a time I told her I’d swim if I could not pay
All the love I had, from an overcoat of grey….

 

There are too many mirrors in her life of sanity
And words of care are missing not eyes of vanity
There’s a poem of hope gathering dust and almost in decay
“I’d swim to London to save you…if daddy cannot pay…”

 

TonyWK 

WHEN TEARS DONT APPEAR

He clenches his fist and pulls his hair
Looks around, only observers there
No avenue no channel for fear
The importance when tears dont appear

"To cry boy, that's not a man's way"
To seek approval back in the day
Back when men feared men
Braun and hair, a lions den

Boomers damaged to their grave
"That's not how a man behaves"
Knock him out I'll shout you a beer
What?... is that a bloody tear"?

The perch swings up as men fall off
The shame of sons told "you're too soft"
They search to ensure "he has no fear"
Disgraced when tears suddenly appear

They judged men how they fought
And if they had a girl in every port
Boys to men they dare not cry
Lifelong scars behind their eyes...

 

TonyWK

Ember_Glow
Community Member

Autumn

 

Autumn’s hues shine brightly on red, orange, golden coloured leaves, crunching

Underfoot as a scarf wrapped, beanie topped, coat covered human, strolls

Through the forest, their breath foggy in the early morning air. 

Umber brown trunks of near leafless trees, stand stationary along the creek. 

Mind numbing cold yet beauty with every step.

Nature’s way of preparing for long cold months of frigid winter ahead.

Ember_Glow
Community Member

Winter

 

Whirling, tumbling, wild wind crashes against the fragile windows of the cottage.

Inside, the banging of the spiralling wind drowns out the gentle sound of the simmering soup, the crackling fire and the classical music playing over the radio. 

Never ending piles of books, stacked too high against the wall, spilling out of shelves to topple onto the floor. 

Time tick-tocks away, like the last rays of sunlight sinking below the horizon.

Evergreen trees grow tall, emerald leaves fresh, wispy, whimsical. 

Rumbling thunder growls, lightning strikes, rain hammers against tin roofs, the storms are coming.

Ember_Glow
Community Member

Summer

Scorching sun, hide with me,

Under the shade of the

Mandarin tree, picking their fruits for

Mother to bake into cake with 

Eggs from our chicken

Rosemary.

Ember_Glow
Community Member

The Creek

 

Long tall grass grows,

Sparkling, glistening water flows.

Children, students, scream and yell,

Cyclists, passing, ding their bells.

A flock of noisy miner birds, swarm in the skies,

Chasing a spotted pardalote, that slowly, slowly dies.

Birds chatter, sing and call,

Kids fight, scramble, brawl.

Grass rustles, leaves crunch,

The path that’s trod by those going for lunch. 

Ember_Glow
Community Member

The Magpie

 

The magpie sits, 

Warbling loudly into the frosty morning air, 

She sings and sings, 

Until the warmth of the bright yellow sun, 

Breaks the stillness.

 

Suddenly,

The trees around her,

Are filled with the chaotic chatter,

Melodies, and songs,

Of the birds awakening,

And preparing 

For the long day ahead.