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The poetry corner - post your poems in here
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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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Hi Struggler,
Thanks. Yep, that's me!
A
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AG. Great picture!
I cannot write poetry, well not that I would show anyone, but I do have favourites written by others. One of my favourite authors is John Denver who wrote some fabulous songs/poetry in my opinion. What do you think about this one?
On the road of experience, I'm trying to find my own way.
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away.
When I think that I'm moving, suddenly things stand still.
I'm afraid 'cause I think they always will.
And I'm looking for space and to find out who I am.
And I'm looking to know and understand.
It's a sweet, sweet dream. Sometimes I'm almost there
Sometimes I fly like an eagle, and sometimes I'm deep in despair.
All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seems.
I get lost in the sadness and the screams.
Then I look in the centre, suddenly everything's clear.
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams.
On the road of experience, join in the living day.
If there's an answer it's just that it's just that way.
When you're looking for space and to find out who you are,
When you're looking to reach the stars.
It's a sweet, sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but sometimes I'm deep in despair.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle,
Like an eagle I go flying high.
I find this such a relevant expression of my struggles.
LING
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That's a bit uncanny, I'll take the compliment with age though as I'm 5 years older than your daughter:)
Our images just need to pass the moderators, but other than that I believe we can use whatever image we like. I strongly believe in not hiding my mental illness from others, so it only seemed right to use an image of myself...no more masks, I hid for too long and it accomplished nothing.
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I love your poetry!! The first thing I read this morning was The Black Widow and it truly made me laugh lol...I needed that! Keep writing when you can. Poetry is a beautiful way to express yourself. Take care
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Thankyou Tallowood and Struggler. I love it when my poems get a reaction, comments or not.
AGrace, that's interesting, about being open about you illness. As I came become a bit abrasive for some people as I can be rash at times, more like angry etc I paid a big price for being open about my issues. When disagreements occur often in my case with social clubs, quite often others resort to bullying to achieve the goal of hurt. Just saying. I admire your views though and enjoy your posts.I think you'd make a superb counsellor.
SECURITY GUARD
I was just a bored security guard
in the depths of the darkest night
I scratched my left side botty
with my left hand then my right
And in circles I did walk
clockwise with some flair
then turned around every hour
so mi left shoe didn't wear
So I picked out a worn out pencil
and wrote a poem with delight
anything to break the boredom
in the middle of the night
Mi eyes got so heavy
I poured a cup upon my head
pity it wasnt cold water
but noodle soup instead
I was just a bored security guard
in the depths of the darkest night
I scratched my left side botty
with mi left hand then mi right....
WK
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No matter what
I have to say
She merely says
Go away
So go away
Is what I do
And whisper the words
I love you...