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. 

[Guest5643]

I live for my dog

And my dog lives for me,

When time comes my dog is gone

The end we will be.

[LoVeMyBaBiEs]

Anxiety is my monster
He lives inside my head
He makes me worry all the time
I have named him Fred


Fred loves to surprise me
It’s one of his worst traits
Boo, Rah, I’m here, I’m here
Isn’t worrying great?


You see, Fred enjoys to worry
He likes to overthink
What a strange, little monster
He wants us to sink


Down into a hole
Where the thoughts are always grim
I think he really loves me
But I would like to swim


But I don’t think he will leave me
So I’ll have to teach him how
To swim above the water
Maybe I can show him now


And I’ll learn to love my Fred
Because he really does love me
Maybe Fred can be happy too
Maybe we can both be free

[Guest_9462]

Hi.heres some words to a song I'm writing about deep depression...."LONELY RIVER.... There's a place, in my mind, I call lonely river, and it's real.....it's where, my dreams, come against a the walls of my brain.....it's dark,and cold, with the sound crying souls , all the time.....no breeze, no sun, not even a God to hear my pain.....LONELY RIVER?... why do you hound me , please let go.....LONELY RIVER? I don't wanto be here anymore.. oh wont you please...get out of my life....lonely river , i cannot live this way../......as I wonder through, this lost and lonely place...I see, myself ,in every other face I come across....so ,I play, a tune, to the sounds of my soul...and I look, and find, an even larger hole every time....LONELY RIVER? Your still hounding me....as I run, to the edge, and gaze out cross the sea...LONELY RIVER? let go of my soul...the lies, you spin...have never been my own.....LONELY RIVER......

[LoVeMyBaBiEs]

Sad Clown


See that clown in the show
Now he's a funny man
He makes the crowd laugh out loud
And nearly wet their pants


He juggles and tells jokes
And entertains all night
He has makeup on his face
And his costumes oh so bright


But what you may not know
Is that makeup is a shield
And the performance is a cover
From how he really feels


He heads home each night
Wipes the makeup from his face
Looks in the mirror
And sees tears begin to race


Down his rosy cheeks
He is overcome
Gripped by emotions
Lonely in his home


Eventually he falls asleep
His pillow soaking wet
Sadness grips his dreams
He is trapped in his own head


The sun wakes up and so does he
He puts his makeup on
Drives to work and prepares himself
For the show that must go on

[Guest_9462]

Wow, thanks J, that was really neat...here's another I will make up as I go right now....." THE INVISIBLE DOME" ....attic ..crawling spies..electronic eyes shine my way.....silent stalking wheels... office dwelling fools...un coordinated government clones , are hounding at my doors...Silence is the night I light my soul a future path...away from high ranked duplicates, away from small roomed stiffness, that's offered as my only choice..JOYCE? you evil swine of decree ,no WONDER you never understand me...the evil you do here...Will become your sphere...a clown hides pain, but not insain, are his words that riddle from ancient tombs into their world you are cast.

[Guest_9462]

" INTER-CRANIAL-VOYAGE" By..W.M.R. electro-pulses waves of red, tinnitus noises in my head...echoe voices , pains of thought...too many choices, none of them bought... Woodstock haze and shallow breath...jumpy eyeballs ,is this death?... chicken-dance-movements...jolty-body-jerks....cranial-imposters...ego-manic-nerds....in sync , psycho-link , try to run away...there's a fire in there..and my mind has gone astray...it's a catastrophic, mind-meld.taking on itself...it's a stupidstien , a mate of mine, hiding on a shelf...there's a world out there ....if you listen to your brain...there's a world beyond the brain...please GET IT OFF THE SHELF!!!!.....

[Guest_9462]

" Max-symphony " Here I go ,now, slippin on a peel...it's supper time, and i got the feel....my name is Max, my brains full of wax.... i got pills for that,and i got alot a hats...I play guitar,and I sing for Free...but I don't rap much, cause it's just not me....I tend to shrug a lot, when I'm too stressed out, and I blink my eyes...and I tic tic SHOUT... well, if ya want, come rap with me...ya better raise your voice, and sing in C'.... I'm sharp as brick, I'm educated...headstone thick, and XX RATED...I'm a symphonic-mute with not a lot a lute...no car ,no house, and I ain't even cute...My families GONE,and I'm all alone, I walk the beach at night, and I HATE THIS PHONE !!! MAX......SYMPHONY-MAX...

[Costa_72]

Really enjoyed this poem. Very creative in the way it’s put together.😊

[Costa_72]

Nothing Left But The Dead

There’s something in the air
That makes this place seem eerie
I can feel the static in my hair
Feels as if the dead are near me


The time has come I fear
For the dead to have their reckoning
And as they draw so near
I can hear my own fate beckoning


I have what they’re looking for
For I possess the breath of life
They resent my heartbeat more and more
Cut into me with no knife in sight


They’re going to creep into this town
And they will fill up every hollow
There is no backing down now
It’s a very bitter pill to swallow


Fill my streets with wails of sadness
Then they come for their revenge
They’re filled up with their madness
So for me this story ends

C.K.

[Costa_72]

Trees of Self Image

A tranquil roseate forest full of life
Echoing with both sound and silence
You’d think a peaceful place to be
Amongst all its magnetic beauty

There is much we don’t quite know
The constant struggle to survive
The never ending chain of command
The eternal and biter cycle of life

Winged creatures fight for their nest
The four legged will die for their next meal
The undergrowth begging to be noticed
And of course the dignified trees

Thick roots always searching the Earth
Heavy limbs writhing and weaving
Contorted boughs searching for light
Competing for a chance at supremacy

In the silence they shed bark like tears
Through the sounds they hide their fears
A fate that can never be escaped
They can never exist beyond just being

I wonder what Judas was thinking in the forest that day....

C.K.