The poetry corner - post your poems in here

Chris_B · ‎18-07-2014

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.

honeybean · ‎18-04-2015

I originally posted this on the wrong thread. Im not too good at the rhyming thing but it is what it is.

HEARTSCARS AND BLACKDOGS

Manic and made for pleasure and pain,

Intertwined and inseparable,

feeding into each other like a figure 8, physical and otherwise.

I once knew something beautiful she said, something worth the risk.

Fraying at the seems and still bleeding, she tries to cauterize old wounds,

only to heal she says,

only for them to turn cold, misshapen and become a permanent reminder.

She relegates her heart to be only a keeper of misery.

Quietly and with surprising ease she disowns her own heart hoping it would slay the beast.

knowing it can only ever remain dormant inside her never truly gone as she wishes it to be.

TWLOHA_4_LIFE · ‎19-04-2015

Hey everyone so usually I don't share poems but I make an exception with this one because I trust the people on here not to judge me for what's in it.... So here is it....

There's been fights with so many words left unspoken

So many promises that were made to be broken

So many tears that ran down the side of your cheek

And so many putdowns that left you so weak

But yet I stood by your side, I was always there

I'm just someone's daughter who never fails to care

At times you said I was more mature than I should of been

Because of all the things that i'd done, things that I'd seen

But I continue to surprise you each and every day

With the things that I do and the things that I say

Always helping people out when they were in need

Always writing words I knew people wanted to read

But guess what? All I am is just a 20 year old girl

And sometimes I feel forgotten by the world

Because when someone's always there for you

I guess you don't see that they also hurt too

Because I've always got a smile and a hug to give

But did you know there's times that I struggle to live?

Self acceptance, anxiety, the things you don't see

That when I'm helping you, my devils are hurting me

CMF · ‎26-04-2015

Talons 4 life

beautiful poem, it's tell us perfectly how you feel I read something that said people who reach out to others the most are the ones who are struggling themselves the most

you deserve peace and happiness, I hope you are able to find it.

cmf

Emilyjane1986 · ‎05-05-2015

Why can't anybody help me!Can't you see me screaming out for help when you look into my eyes!I try to hide and be the person everyone expects me to be. But all I want is to be free!I'm stuck inside my own miserable existence trying to breath trying to take each step only to be pushed back down again with nowhere to go when will this end!I feel helpless as I call out for help but no one is there. Why is life so cruel and unfair. So I crawl up in my bed and drift into a better place. A place free from pain and full of grace. My dreams

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Emilyjane1986 · ‎05-05-2015

In my dreams I am happy In my dreams there is no painIn my dreams I loved againIn my dreams there is no endIn my dreams we were friendsIn my dreams we had met beforeIn my dreams I feel so alive In my dreams I know how to surviveIn my dreams you set me free.In my dreams I can always seeIn my dreams you're always with meI don't want to wake upIn my dreams is where I want to stay...

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white knight · ‎06-05-2015

INK SPOT

To focus on an ink spot

So damn irrelevant

Missing the value

of what Passes me by

I straighten myself

As if I’ve won

Move my eyes from that ink spot

I no longer focus on….

Tony WK

Deadly0Night · ‎07-05-2015

Everyone has mental monsters inside of there mind.

Almost everyone thinks they are alone with this kind.

People handle these monsters in different ways.

Some hide from them with logic or faiths.

Some fight them with anger and hate.

Some dream for a better tomorrow.

Some give in to them and end up in sorrow.

Some of these methods end up all right.

But for those who can't deal with this blight.

Know one thing that you might need.

This could be helpful indeed.

Asking for help is not weak.

And it's always there as long as you seek.

Family, teachers, doctors and friends.

The list almost never ends.

And if you don't want to talk to someone you know at all.

Then give Beyond Blue a call.

Deadly0Night · ‎07-05-2015

I'm broken

Tears well up

Choking on words that hold meaning

I can't smile any more

All other feeling has ebbed away

Anger stays, hate and sorrow

One way out

Choking on the things that hold me up

I'm broken

Maybe this will fix me

Darkness

Fear

Awake

Crushed by things that once held me

This can't fix me

I'm broken

Zan · ‎07-05-2015

Writing poetry or music is sometimes the only way to express what's happening inside, emotionally and mentally. This is an early effort.

to pull the petals off a daisy flower one by one by one

slowly dissecting beautiful nature for some trivial fun

am I loved . . . or not --- am I loved . . . or not

discarding a flower from a garden like trash

playing a childish game . . . mere chance so brash

even or odd, one by one by one

I am loved . . . I’m not --- I am loved . . . I’m not

and the daisy knows . . . or so it goes

the answer to the question

and in so stating . . . Nature mutilated

lying on the ground to rot

was I love . . . or not --- was I love . . . or not

Zan · ‎07-05-2015

Gi'day honeybean

Lovely poem -- and sooooo true.