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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 everyone
This poem was written while I was in a mental health hospital at 3am on 3rd August (which is my birthday).
WIDE AWAKE
Lying in my bed
It's doing in my head
I can't get to sleep
Listening to that beep
If only I could close my eyes
And let the thoughts go by
It's not an easy thing to do
I wish it was just me and you
Life has many ups and downs
I wish I didn't have to frown
If only I could see the other side
I'd be there as quick as I tried
For now I must try to sleep
For all this I will keep
The little girl I used to be
Will always be with me
Jo
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Just beautiful. Thank you
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YOU
I can't think of anyone but you
even though you make me blue
i can't think of anyone but you
you're stuck in my head with superglue
i think of meting someone else
starting something fresh and new
but I can't think of anyone else
i can only think of you
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thanks to all who are contributing.
CHOOKA CHOOK
Chooka chook had an angry look as she washed the dishes dry
Her friend Pecky the hen, was taken away to be fried
So Rooty Rooster came to pass and saw Chooka sad.
He said dont be sad. You havent been plucked nor cooked till your skin is black
Unlike Daffy Duck, who got cooked till he couldnt quack.
Chooka Chook no longer sooked, she dried her dishes fast
She no longer cried, while she kept her hide....she lived each day as her last.....
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I posted poems on here a couple of times, so if I posted this I'm sorry for repeating it. It means a lot to me as it's my way of thanking my husband for his acceptance of my depression.
All I can give you is my brokenness,
shattered pieces of the me I used to be.
And all I can do is thank you,
for telling me it's enough.
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Btw
I meant to say I've read some of the poems on here and there's lots of really good stuff.
Like you WK other than very light stuff I can only write when I'm in a bad place.
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HelenM,
Your poetry is brilliant. Your emotion is wonderful. A benefit for being in a bad place..
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Quiet
i like it when it's quiet
when no one is around
i like it when it's quiet
not a single sound
i curl up under a blanket
i go to my own place
my mind does what it wants
the world I don't have to face
i like it when it's quiet
i can be who I want to be
i like it when it's quiet
just my thoughts and me
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Thanks WK
It's about the only benefit of depression
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Hi Jo
I've just read your poem My Little Girl. That's really moving
Helen