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. 

[Vegetarian Marshmallow]

When almost everything inside
wants me to stay in bed and hide the day away

You say:

"Get up.
Don't roll over.
Though it seems like not a lot is going your way,
Your cup
runneth over.
You must make something out of this horrid day"

You're an integral part
and much better than my heart
at stopping me from going too much madder
Thank you bladder
Thank you bladder
Thank you bladder

[Guest_1055]

Here is my attempt written in 2007

        The House

We rented your house
we liked it you see.
My son loved to climb
Your beautiful tree.

I did really like that deep tub of pink,
and even the old bathroom sink.
I loved the stones around the fireplace,
and watching the flames that warmed my face.

I am thankful for the bookcase of wood,
in the little sunroom is where it stood.
I loved the picture of your teddy bear,
sitting in his reading chair.

And oh! What a mulberry tree,
God was really blessing me.
I loved to smell the lemon blossom sweet,
as I tried to prune that purple daisy neat.

The air conditioner was cool in the summer heat,
and green grass in the back was soft under feet.
On the brick wall sometimes neighbours sat,
my son loved to see them and have a chat.

I'm very thankful for living there,
and the memories I have I am willing to share.

By Shelley anne.

[Simona]

I don't know what this is.  It's just something I wrote on a notepad next to some doodles when I was in the void

some-kind of bitter after taste

some kind of pain I can't locate

some kind of creeping down my spine

some kind of thought I can't define

[Lipton]

Wow. Emotion spoke to me. Great work.

[Carmela]

A poem from a wife to her depressed husband.....

He goes through dark periods like the moon,
hiding his soul from the world.

I hold his hand and promise,
I will cradle your pain and kiss our wounds.

I will find his light with my hand pressed lightly on is heart.
I will lead him to a gentle sea and let him feel the caress,
of its uncontrolled movement and grace.
 
And when the darkness comes upon him again,
we will look to the starry sky in blissful silence,
and breathe the night air.

We will remind each other of the beauty of our struggle,
and the joy in the moment we are together.

[Carmela]

I loved your contribution MadAlice. As a carer it resonated with me on many levels. Thanks for sharing.

[white knight]

The following poem is about my mother. My mother in denial for what I firmly believe is chronic BPD. This poem is in no way meant to offend any BPD sufferers out there that are seeking treatment. My mother has been and will always be in denial after causing a lifelong train wreck for so many people.  Thankyou.

THE PRICE OF DENIAL

Today she is the queen

Dressed so you should please

Commands and ownership of her clan

It not matter that you 50yo…and are a man

 

Tomorrow comes and the witch bursts through

Without warning you never knew

Arrives so fast through doom and gloom

Quick as hell on intercontinental broom

 

The relief as a day calm and safe

But the third character- comes the waif

Tears for strangers is playing the game

Evil behind doors its such a shame

 

The final card is played by her

Lost track of who we were

Threatens to pack her bags and leave

We were only kids then can you believe?

 

The BPD chronic mum is terminal see

As karma comes to her eventually

Queen to none as they’ve flown the coup

We enjoy our roasts while she sips her soup…..

 Tony WK

[Guest_2350]

There’s a man
Who's meant to die
I will forever cry
‘cause I thought
He will never never die
He will never fade away
But it was a personal lie
He is gone
And he’ll never come back
I don’t wanna see
What’s reality
Living in dreams
Where he smiles on me
I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be sad

If only

Yggy (1992)

[HelenM]

I either write serious stuff or nonsense  

MILLICENT 

Millicent,  

so innocent,    

well that's what they say.    

But I caught her with her daughter    

nicking stuff today.    

In haberdashery  

her flattery    

made the sales girl blush  

as she plundered while she wandered,    

then went out in a rush.    

At the jewellers    

she really fooled us,  

admiring every tray. 

slipped a locket  in her pocket,    

then left the shop in disarray.  

Octavia      

was her saviour,    

she couldn't take any more.  

Said Mother stop it    

or I'll hop it    

and go to live in Singapore      

Now Millicent    

is really innocent,    

she's turned over a new leaf.  

A most effective store detective,  

she can always spot a thief.   

[Scotchfinger]

My name is Scotty Finger

On BB I want to linger

I may look quite depressed

But right now I am undressed

I know it won't phase ya

That I taught English in Asia

Problem was

resettling

Reverse culture shock

unsettling

Don't think I am a real Aussie

Not sure who I am

Actually

I suffer social anxiety too

It makes me think too much too

I am as screwed up as the next person

Isn't the world crazy?

My claim to sanity is that I know

I am crazy in a crazy world

Oh god this poem lost its way somewhere