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. 

[Emmy.]

My Little Friend

Another panic attack, I cannot breathe
Heart racing body tingles, I stop and freeze
But then I remember my little friend's with me
It is my breath, this is the key
Look down to my tummy and this I see
It rise and fall, I count to three
I focus on this rhythm, sit and be
Slowly it passes, I'm filled with glee
It's always there to set me free
That little friend in me


 

[james1]

Hey Emmy, I LOVE this! Wonderful poem about relaxation in the midst of a panic attack.

[Emmy.]

Its comforting to know that the breath is always with you. (Silly I know as we have to breathe to live but just a nice little friend on your side hehe)

[Phnx2405]

Hey everyone... severely new here 🙂

avid writer and in the process of being published. which is exciting. writing for me was and is my way of dealing, of expressing myself. It is my voice when i feel i cannot speak.

anyway, this piece didn't make the cut for my first book.

LIKE A SHADOW OF THE WIND

First to be forgotten and the last to be remembered
I’m rendered irrelevant in this ocean of strangers
I don’t want to burden you and I don’t want to lie
I don’t want to be here but I don’t want to die

Just let me vanish
Let the pain wash away
Just let me vanish
Watch me disappear

First to be forgotten and the last to be remembered
A passerby ignored in all your oblivious eyes
Drowning my hurt until it all becomes numb
Why can’t I just pretend everything is fine?

Just let me vanish like my words written in water
Let the pain wash away and cleanse my suffering
Just let me vanish because I cast no reflection
Watch me disappear just like a shadow of the wind

First to be forgotten and the last to be remembered
Unnoticed in your sight, your minds and your life
I’m finished with the lying, I’m sure as hell afraid of dying
But I just don’t know how to be here anymore

I’m afraid and I’m not expecting you to care
I’m ashamed and there’s no more reason to pretend
I’m not fine
I’m not fine

First to be forgotten and the last to be remembered
My dreams just as useless as the love that I’ve shown
A shadow of the wind drowning in this ocean of strangers
Thank you all for making me feel unknown

Just like a shadow of the wind
Just like a shadow of the wind

[dark_unicorn]

I wrote this little one a while ago....probably not very good but anyway

demons in the silence

each loud noise is too much

when all together, overpowering

but the absence of noise means silence

and in silence my demons arise

in my mind and in my heart

a hurricane of thoughts

a sharp pain caused by unrequited love

I'd rather have the noises

than my demons in the silence.

[CMF]

My poems aren't deep and meaningful like the beautiful ones here but rather a small glimpse of how I feel in a moment.

Isn't it nice when the mind is clear, when the chatter stops, no voices to hear?

Isn't it nice when you feel relaxed, you feel in the moment, not stressed to the max?

These times they come and then they go, when they'll return I never know.

But isn't it nice to just simply 'be', to be present now, to just be me.

[SourceShield]

My Dog.

(A poem...dedicated to Bundy, the wolfhound!)

He is always gentle in his manner.

Nuzzling.

He doesnt care about disorders, dysfunctions, and the like...just be kind, and you have an ally for life.

We have slept on concrete city streets together, he kept me safe.

We have traveled this country side, his keen nose always knows that best places to rest.

I am blessed.

I have never been lonely with him in my life.

Before, strife and torment...were my bedside pals......and now Bundy, my mate, and brother, he keeps me sane.

I'm not even kidding.

I couldn't even joke...his presence is a god-send, I can only be grateful.

Thankful.

Joyful.

How does one honour such a hound?

How could I possibly thank this beautiful beast, for all that he has done for me?

Bones and biscuits, seem a tad redundant.

And yet, he finds happiness, in the simplest of things.

Never moaning or complaining, his ears are always switched on to what I have to say.

How do I thank a mate, that has saved my life...more times than I could count?

Today, and every other day after...

I shall remember the laughter...

...the way he can always spot a sucker.

He knows who to pick out in a crowd.

The gentle soul - like attracts like.

I ask myself, how come I am so blessed to have this mutt in my life?

Me, the imperfect man.

Foolish.

Brash.

Outspoken.

Impulsive.

Him, the wolfhound...givesme so much, here with me, just 'cause he can.

Mine is not to question the whys, and the wherefores.

Mine is to accept, love comes in all different forms.

They say someone, with my kinda brain, cant love.

Just wired that way.

But, this dog, this hound, has taught me about love and compassion.

In ways that I couldnt even imagine.

Four-legged Buddha-consciousness.

He's asleep as I write this...and doesnt care about these words.

Its my actions that matter, to him.

Therein lies the proof.

My love and admiration for him, knows no limits.

And, never will.

MuchLove&Respect.

Kaitoa&Bundy

[SourceShield]

Hello!

(This is a poem for the guy that I'm still madly crushing on. Did you know that if you have a crush on someone for longer than four months, you're most likely in love with that person?. I've been crushing on this guy, for 15years! Man, what does that say about me? I was weak, and young, and immature. I forgive myself, and I'm ready to let that issue go. I'm ready, as ready as I will ever be, to let love in again. And, so it is!)

--- For Him ---

Why is it that when I see you,

mature words escape me?.

You are so sexy!.

I just want to like taste you.

Chase you.

Embrace you.

Sweetheart.

My love for you,

is pure and honest.

I mean that.

Never ever would I lie to you.

I yearn for you.

Could what I feel for you be obsessive?

Possibly.

Is that a problem, officer?

Jokes.

But seriously, you crack me up,

buttercup.

I wish I was there with you,

to kiss you, and hold you.

Just like Bob Marley couldnt wait in vain.

Im feeling like that too.

Just wanna be with you.

All night.

Every night.

Tell me, when.

And, where.

And, I'll be there.

With dreadlocks, and beer.

We'll chat by the ocean.

I'll rub you with lotion.

Drink some of that potion.

Number Nine.

I'm just try'n to impress you.

I dont have much.

I aint a trillionaire.

But, I'm loyal...like a grey wolf.

Honest.

And, truthful.

Scarred.

Still a little troubled, but this time, I'm aware.

When you see me standing there,

I want you to see my handsome, as I see yours.

I'll see your beautiful, as you see mine.

I'd rather write poetry than be depressed all day.

I'd rather sing songs than be gloomy all day.

I'd rather break a sweat,

making love on that beach.

We are the dreamers of the dream.

The lovers of love.

The dancers of the dance.

We are the dreamers of the dream.

The lovers of love.

The dancers of the dance.

What I am doing is this,

I'm writing from my heart,

and sharing from your soul,

so that if you,

my sweetheart,

ever,

read,

these,

words,

you'll know that I am mad crazy in love with you.

MuchMadness

Kaitoa Wolfe.

[SourceShield]

Morning!

I have decided to give myself a self-imposed PoetrySlam Challenge!

I am going to write a poem, every day, for 30days!

For some reason as a kid, poetry and me, were inseparable!

You can ask my Mum.

I would always have a little notebook with me, writing down my poems.

As an autistic kid, it was a way for me to tell the world how I felt.

Because with poetry, it doesnt matter if no one else gets it but as long as youre honest and truthful with all that youre feeling, the words will write/type themselves.

I'm really big on Creativity, and for me this is a form of PoetryTherapy.

Healing through words and personal self-expression.

My poem today is about - Fear.

--- Old Mate---

I have an old mate,

his name is Fear.

He's always there,

when I need him the least.

Crazy beast.

As a kid, I was scared of the dark.

Now its just the darkness inside,

that scares me most.

Like,

when I'm eating toast.

Next minute,

in walks Fear.

I ask -

Hey,

what you want from me, man?

Fear,

stands there.

He dont answer me.

He just stares.

Ominous.

Heavy.

My shoulders slump.

I know why he's here.

He thinks that I still believe,

that I'm a loser.

That I'm not worth much.

Useless.

Worthless.

Shameful.

But,

you know what?

I gotta something to share,

with this mofo,

Mr Fear!

I aint scared of you no more!.

I say to Fear.

I aint even mad at you,

Fear.

It was me that invited you here,

in the first place.

If I were to trace,

back,

when I was young,

I invited Fear into my life.

Didnt know that I had another choice.

But now, I've found my voice.

I aint scared of you,

no more,

Mr Fear.

I accept you.

As I utter those words,

something miraculous,

happens,

right,

before,

my eyes.

Fear he does transform,

morph,

and

change.

His dark persona,

no longer standing there in front of me.

This new bloke,

says his name,

is,

Courage.

And,

that,

they've been waiting for this day.

Courage,

is a funky cat.

I mean that.

With his fedora hat.

Courage says to me,

Hey man...you wanna go, catch some waves?

He knows I love the surf.

But,

sometimes,

I havent been brave.

Courage says,

lets dive,

deep into that ocean.

Lets swim,

Kahuna.

I travel to the ocean side,

with courage.

I walk towards the waves.

No longer a slave to fear.

I dive head first.

Fear he dont bother me no more.

Dont even knock at my door.

I see him though,

loitering about,

trying to get others,

to invite him in.​

Peace!

[james1]

Loving the poems mate! I'll try to put some of mine up again. I've been doing lots of editing.

Have you ever listened to the Hamilton soundtrack? There's great lyric writing in that soundtrack. The opening song, Alexander Hamilton, was even performed at a PoetrySlam that Obama watched. You can check it out on YouTube.