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. 

[Ophelia_22]

Shhh, it's quiet now, darkness blankets the ground

Shhh, it's quiet now there's no one else around

Thoughts yelling in my head, sleep evades me now

The safety of the darkness hidden out of view

Fearful of the days, fearful of you

Hope eludeds me now I'm drowning in my tears

Dawn breaks another day

Here we go again.

[Lost_Girl]

True Love

The match was lit

     It was warm

     It held a kindled passion

     It burnt......

          ... slowly away and flickered out

The light was gone

     It was ash

     It was burnt beyond recognition 

     It faded.....

         ... out of sight and was forgotten

The match was an affair

The sun was lit

     It too was warm

     It retained a kindled passion

     It burnt.....

          ...endlessly away and surged on

The flame remains

     It is fire

     It lights the world

     It lasts.....

           ...forever and never dies

The sun is love

[Lost_Girl]

Blue is the winter cold on my skin

Blue is the numbness felt deep within

Blue is the ache in my heart when you're gone

Blue is the silence and feeling forlorn

Blue is the water that's too deep to swim

Blue is the heart whose walls have turned thin

Blue is the feeling I feel  every day

Blue is the sadness that won't go away

Red is the blood I need to survive

Red is the passion that keeps me alive

Red is the blush on my cheek when you're near

Red is the warmth when I hold you near

Red is the fire that warms up the night

Red is the wing of the bird taking flight

Red is to Blue what dark is to light

Red holds my hand while I master this plight

[Sapper324]

I wrote this just before leaving hospital in November 2015. I thought then I was better but sadly I have just had another 9 weeks of treatment.

JUST MY THOUGHTS

These are just MY thoughts, to help if they can.

But they are not the words of a qualified man.

I must tell of depression, but I am quite clear,

That subjects well known, since its what brought us here!

I will tell you of darkness and fear of the past,

Of shaking and night sweats and heart beating fast.

Then staying at home, never seeing a sole,

Engulfed in your own thoughts, stuck in a deep hole.

The feeling your sinking, in very soft sand.

Of reaching out seeking for a helping hand.

Then making the first move and coming in here,

The need to accept help and put aside fear.

The first days are vague as your meds tske a hold.

Venturing outdide your room makes you feel quite bold.

A few days later and a thought comes to mind,

For once in this illness, its the positive kind!

There are good days and bad days, but less Of the latter.

Your joining in groups and enjoying the chatter.

The balance is returning, your dreams do not scare.

Then with realisation you find you are there.

The last days are anxcious, but use that for good.

And remember you must never use the word "Should".

When you leave hold your head high, be proud what you've done

And remember depression can strike anyone!

Stuart November 2015.

[Lost_Girl]

That's lovely Stuart. I am sorry to hear you're having a low patch but what lovely inspiration you have right there in your words to remember that you can get through it and find your way "there". Kind thoughts, Carol

[Simona]

This is not new. I wrote this four years ago.

I, NINA (An Ego Poem)

1987.

"So Nina, how about you? what do you see yourself doing after school? Have you thought about universities? Careers?

ME: "Can't say I have Miss. But what I think about a lot is running away with the circus and seeing the world"

(CLASS ERUPTS WITH LAUGHTER)

I sit unfazed; oblivious to the hyena like yelping and heckling in the background.

You see, I KNOW what I want. I see myself doing acrobatics on top of prancing feathered ponies and helping the suave and mysterious magician pull a pink nosed rabbit from his hat.

I'm his assistant. I stand with three white doves on each outstretched arm and smile diamonds.

I see myself hanging, perilously on a trapeze mesmerizing the anxious crowd below. I am shimmering bright; star spangled. Glowing.

I do tricks with hulas

I do tricks with rope

I can bend over ....like this

And still see your pretty face.

I juggle balls.

I breathe fire and whip a mean lasso. Every man wants me and every woman wants to be me.

I walk with a strut and blow kisses while the clowns blow bubbles and balloons.

The music starts. The poodles dance.

I stand in the middle. I'm in the last act.

My lover is a world renowned

Knife Thrower

He hasn't missed

Yet.

- Zita

[be1012]

Hi everyone, i have never shared anything regarding my depression so this is a first for me.. so this is about how hard i find it when asked by doctors or councerlors to try and explain what im feeling and thinking and also a bit more..!

EXPLAIN ME!!!

How do I explain this?

How can I explain everything inside my head?

I feel like it's about to explode, everything is mixing together, nothing is making sense.

"Talk about it" they say "Tell me how you are feeling" they say, but how do you explain something to someone when you no nothing about it?

EXPLAIN IT!!OK!!

It's like a jar full of worms sliding in amongst each other but each worm is a fear, problem, emotion and all they ever do is keep sliding in, up, down, and around each other. WELL THAT'S MY HEAD

God I wish it would stop!

How can I make it stop?

IT DOSENT!!

These worms, each fear, problem, emotion worm they all have voices too, but these voices aren't nice, they are very mean.

They never say nice things to me, i don't like the voices, they make me cry alot, I don't like crying, I don't want to cry any more.

PLEASE STOP TALKING TO ME!!

But maybe they are all I have left!!

At least the voices no what i've been through, at least they understand me, no one else understands me, no one except the voices.

BUT THE VOICES ARE MEAN!!!

But im alone as well, no sound, nothing at all, no feeling inside me, i think im numb, I have no energy!

Sleep, sleep is good, sleep makes things go away.

NOT FOR LONG, ill be awake again soon..

Can't stay asleep for to long, the voices come into my dreams, the nasty voices come back, mean nasty voices in my head while im trying to sleep... IM AWAKE!!!

I NEED TO SLEEP!! PLEASE LET ME SLEEP!!

I don't no what to do! im trying to escape my own head without making a sound.

How can the inside of my head be so loud, so noisy but no one else can hear it.

I WISH THEY COULD HEAR IT!!

I want to be happy again.

I cant remember how to be happy.

I want to smile again, I want that smile to mean something. Anything. FAKE!! fake smile all the time, pretending to be someone im not, im fake!!!!

I DONT WANT TO BE FAKE, I JUST WANT TO BE ME AGAIN!

But who am i?? The mean voices will tell me, the voices no everything, they will tell me who i am..

WONT THEY??????

[creativesoul]

Butterfly

Life’s journey’s like a butterfly,
at first it’s pretty simple.
We start as soft and fragile
but then we slowly learn some wrinkles
You see at first, we’re pretty open
and we think everything’s amazing
and then as time goes on we learn
there’s challenges - we have to face them
our choices act like signposts
whichever one we take’s the key
to happiness or sad regret
and we think what will be will be
We’re still a pupa, very vulnerable
we’ve only ventured out so far
we either learn and move ahead
or live in fear of getting scarred
You can be sure, that some time soon enough
a major crunch will hit
we’re shocked and we believe at first...this is it!
For some the journey’s too hard
and sadly they don’t go much further
but then for others, they reflect
and bear the storms, the heavy weather
Cocooned for a good while
we slowly change within ourselves
at first nothing seems to happen
but things are growing ‘neath the shell
And when we’re ready, we emerge anew
great beauty forged from failure’s fire
and everybody that we knew before
can see that we’ve aspired
Ah, but first we are most vulnerable
our wings aren’t formed enough
we have to wait a little more
before we can now strut our stuff.
And then - whoosh!! We’re off
we’re flying high, without those fears
we have transformed into a butterfly
this is life’s promise, my dear

Best,
Grant

[Doolhof]

Hi Grant,

You do have such an amazing creativity the way you put words together.

Thanks so much for sharing this poem, it is lovely and inspiring.

Would you like to share the other poem you wrote on a different thread as well so more people can appreciate the words and sentiments you have written?

I used to enjoy poetry at school and writing stories.

Thanks to everyone for sharing their words and thoughts this way.

Cheers from Mrs. Dools

[creativesoul]

Posted this recently for a friend but thought it would be good for a wider audience. Enjoy...

Zero or Hero?

You got this champ,
you know you do,
you have succeeded many times
and that's the truth.
When things are tough
we tend to doubt
and if it's prolonged it can seem hard
to see the way out
Remember this though,
you've made it this far
and I'll bet you've beaten tougher problems bud
so take heart
Just take one step
and then another
and get so busy on solutions
you'll clear away the mental clutter
before you know it
you're flying high again
the choice of zero to a hero
that rests with you, friend:)

Best,
Grant