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. 

[Zan]

Emilyjane 1986 -- Beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes and took me right back to the same place your poetry describes where I was 10 years ago. The place where, in our dreams waking we're desperately searching for that miracle that changes our lives and frees u from our pain. The secret is ..... the miracle is actually YOU.

I began my stumbling fumbling journey in the dark and the only light for me was my poetry. I was told by a very untrained semi-religious counselor to draw my depression and describe it and then perceive being free from it. I'm not at all religious after being abused by the church, so I angrily  rejected her advice -- as if depression can be drawn or even describe -- but, some part of me must have realized that there was something in that advice, because the more I drew and the more I wrote and the more I examined myself inside, the closer I got to the core issue  that triggered my depression. And in that discovery I found the keys to my own self-control and enlightenment --- namely, education, awareness and a willingness to grow and become someone who was better than I was before.

[Zan]

Beautiful. Totally relate .... now. A few years ago --- nup. But now, magic.

[white knight]

Hi Zan,

By coincidence I wrote a poem about daisy flowers some years ago.

 PETAL POWER

On my saddest day

I pick a daisy flower

think of each of my woes

and count them by the hour

And when I pick the last petal

I hold it by the stem

flashbacks of troubles

but not as many as "them"

I ponder what could have been

and count petals by the hour

think of all my problems

...but not as many as that flower

Tony WK

[CMF]

It must be hard, being on your own

having nothing to worry about except youself

i know you don't feel well, you've been struck down

but you can shut the door, get away from the world

i can't do that you see, I don't get that break

no matter how I feel I have to push on.

no one does my cooking, my cleaning, my chores

i have to do them all I don't have any help

i can't rely on you, you're only around when it suits you

i don't ask anything of you I know you don't feel well

but neither do I, any nobody cares

no one rings me or asks me

i don't have the support you do

you say you care, but you don't listen

to what I need from you to help me, you just do what suits you

you want to be a family, you want to be involved

i don't think you know the meaning, your ideas don't work for me

youre here when you want to be, when it suits you to be around

thats not a family, that a life that you want  when it's convenient to you

im happier without you, when you don't get involved

i wish I woke up earlier to what you were really like

it must be so hard being on your own

but it's what you really want, I should have known.

[Desperately_seeking_Susan]

I am well now

Cant you tell?

I no longer paint the door black or listen to Leonard Cohen

I work, I strive, I drill

I cheer, I chant, I clean and I LOVE IT

YES PLEASE

Keep me on this treadmill

because I am well

[DLM]

Hi all. 🙂 I've loved reading the glorious words here. This is one of mine. 

Black Kiss

Depression is my lover

He ties stones to my fingers and lays me down

presses metal lips against mine dead

and smiles at the rancid taste of me.

He says love doesn’t suit me

so strips me bare of my new red dress

swathes me in the bandage of his will

and waits for me to falter.

My body is a glacier

angle turned and shot from grace

as he assumes the position with pride

knowing I won’t even turn my head.

His nails bleed where they scrape

a loving touch to invite the ruin

burning new scars beside the old

as he plunges through my darkness

He laughs at my little strength

pauses his doing to retrieve the proof

in close up pictures that blister my thoughts

until I beg in my shame for release.

He reminds me that I am labelled

defined by the world as a specified loss

so much that its breath will not circle my limbs

for fear of its love being tainted.

He clasps round my throat

a string of dirty pearls

each one set with suffering

and my throat bleeds as they strangle the life there.

Finally spent, he recovers

he stands to leave my battered form

throws a smile over his shoulder

and tips his hat til we meet again.

[arialgk]

Hi, I have started writing poetry. I would love to hear what you think.

Life and Love

Life is never ending

you are born naked

small, vulnerable, confused and scared

you react with emotion

Darkness, light, sound and sight

all rushing towards you

cold, wet hands grabbing

 what, where, why and how

Miss the warm touch

the sound of love

the feel of comfort

I want the safety

Can hear the love

feel the warm touch

the feeling of safety

the sense of home

To be given love

able to feel safe

know that someone cares

a gift for life

[arialgk]

I like it very much. It spoke to me.

[arialgk]

This is so powerfully moving.  It describes exactly how I feel.  I love it.  Thank you for sharing this. 

[arialgk]

Short, sweet and true.