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. 

[romantic_thi3f]

Hi,

I'm going to break the rules and share a poem that isn't mine. I hope that's ok! It really resonated with me and this feels like the best place to put it - It's from atticus.

You think you are alone

but you're not

we are here

and a million others too

all scared

all confused

all worried it might never change

but here is the big secret

the one they don't tell you

you're doing it right

just by living,

and everything

will be okay.

[BethyP]

Laze
I lay
Whiling the day away
While wanting for more
More hours to fill,
with nothing
No responsibility, no obligation
Detached
While always wishing for more
More than this,
These empty hours I crave
This empty existence I create

[BethyP]

Backyard branches
Border my childhood
Unappreciative then,
Today longing for simpler landscapes
Such beauty in these suburban backyards
Home among the ‘neighbours-begone’ trees
Magpie talons ‘tap tap’ on the fence
Warbling
Transporting
To a childhood that cared not for hidden beauty
Because everything was beauty
You just didn’t need to look so hard, then

[pl515p1]

I can't sleep so I wrote these two poems, the second one was after somebody told me today that they know how I feel, and I should sing a song that dad liked, I wonder what they would do if they really knew what it felt like.

Only me?

Have you ever seen a dream, that felt so real, seemed so serene?
Have you seen it?
Or is it only real to me?

Can you see me dad?
Will you walk with me?

Have you ever felt the breeze caress your face,
ease your pain, leave warmth in it's place?

Have you felt it?
Or is it only warm to me?

Can you hear me mum?
Will you talk to me?

Have you ever fallen down and lost your way?
Descend forever, cry each day.

Are you falling?
Or is it only me?

The darkness weighs me down, a massive task.
I look above for answers, I look above and ask.

Can you help me?
Are you waiting for me?

Seconds of time

Is it wrong I feel my life is though?
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?

Should I go on because you want me to?
For how long? How long?

Do you know my loss as you say you do?
Well come along, come along.

Come and feel my pain, I'll share some with you!
Since you're so strong, so strong.

Close your eyes and picture waking up without those around you.
Your children, your parents, your friends, all through, so long... so long.

How does it feel to lose the laughter, love, warmth and touch of those you once knew?
Feel like singing a song? Still wanna sing a song?

Or do you now feel broken, lost and empty too?
Since you walked in my shoe, just a step in my shoe.

[white knight]

I have to be in an emotional mood to write it. It is the most soothing way I can get by with the grief. I hope you find these helpful in learning how simple poetry can be. Even basic writing down of your feelings can help.

TO KISS HIS TEMPLE

There were some things I knew as taboo
to express my love but to question who?
to touch the pale face of my dad back then
when touching taboo...when "men were men"

For boys were male and "you cant do that"
jealous of my sister and that is that
that man couldnt hug his son for how he was seen
nowadays if you hugged your son- well, you'd be relieved.

And so my dad the salt of the land
wouldnt touch me even by hand
he knew he loved me and I him
with a wink of an eye from under his brim

Then that day we all regret came along
where watery eyes was met by song
and there he lie with an eerie smile
I be alone with him for just a while.

As I stroked his forehead cool to touch
I raised my head automatically as such
to kiss his temple of which I dare
I knew his mind was well aware.

Of all the kisses I missed
they gathered together in just one kiss
finally as his spirit rose and went
he left his love and hugs were spent

I never craved again heart be blessed
that tradition of males their love expressed
a kiss on his forehead way back then
ended an era when "men were men"....

DADS PRINT

Dad knew you tried to follow
where ever he went – in his footsteps
through your pride and girlish whim
you always tried to follow him

And on Sundays a few hours spare
you be his shadow for the day to care
girl behind his dad so tall
He never minded, not at all

Then as life cut so short
you wish to follow as my last resort
No wonder he used a broom to sweep
To hide his stencilled footstep feet

But now and then you’ll see a print
Where he’s been in the misty tint
Like a ghostly outline of a soul
you’ll place my foot inside the hole

Sadness follows in your inept
It just something you must accept
But you’ll be eager the day your feet will greet
your father’s footstep stencilled feet….

LITTLE FEATHER

Little feather left and right
As you fall slowly in the night
Coming from a nest above
A bed of twigs and a world of love

Down it falls on the ground
A gust of wind to toss it around
Then as the sun rose to dry it out
The lighter it was to get out and about

Then along came a bird full of love
To take little feather to her nest above
Where little feather was put in a nest
To warm the heart where baby bird rests…

TonyWK

[Knuckleberry_Poe]

Hi, all.

Someone from another Thread/Forum suggest I post my poetry here.

But I'm not really sure how that goes. As I can't find a post new threads button.

Only post a reply.

[Sophie_M]

Hi Knuckleberry Poe!

Welcome to the Poetry corner thread,

A thread is a section within a forum (e.g. Young People), whereas, a reply is made within a thread. You cannot create a thread within a thread hence why there is only an option to reply. We hope this makes sense, it can be a bit confusing at first! Please feel free to use the "Post a reply" button.  

[Knuckleberry_Poe]

It rained today, where I live so I guess this poem is appropriate.

RAIN

When my universe

closes in around me

When to my very core

I feel pain

It is heavens water

That brings the curtain

Down

On my fear

It beats

A rat-a-tat-tat

Drumming

Upon my tin roof

Drowning out the angriness

In my head

Washing away

The sickness in my heart

Sending wave

Upon wave

Of fear away

On a never ending tide.

For all the hurt and pain

Anger and fears

The nightmares, hallucinations

The unshed tears

It was the sky which blackened

The lightening that cracked

And the rain that fell

Which portrayed my angst

My imprisoned emotions

It sings off rooftops,

Ripples when it contacts

With puddles, rivers and lakes

Sends creeks rushing in a frenzy

It can create life

It can destroy

It can save you

And kill you

When I hurt

I love the rain

It sings to me

Of all it’s wonders

The glisten of dew-drops

Nestled in a newly bloomed flower

The melodic pitter-patter

On footpaths

The sizzle and steam

Rising from hot concrete and bitumen

Bright green leaves

Awash with sparkling

Wet diamonds

In the sun

To soothe the ache

of never ending pain

Look for the darkest,

Blackest clouds

Wait for the rain

To soothe a shattered soul

Just add water.

[Knuckleberry_Poe]

Wrote this tonight.

EVEN-SONG
Your life ebbs and flows
It swings
To and Fro
Onward into the Even-Song
The swing moves
High and Low
Head thrown back
Gales of laughter
Thrown wide
Into the Even-Song
Moving Ever on
The Gale of Laughter
Spreads further wide
Lighting the fire in the skies
Stars spill through ink blackness
Lighting a glittering path
And The Swing
Tips itself further on
Flying, Flying
Into Even-Song
I embrace the Earth
And Wind
The sky
The Swing of Life
Moves ever on, and on
Into the Even-Song
And I embrace The swing
Into Even-Song

Wren Jennings

[Knuckleberry_Poe]

Of Days Gone By

With my bear under my arm

And my duck by my side

I set off to adventure

Upon a long stride

With my curls golden in the sun

And wind on my bare skin

My shoeless feet carried me forth

To where three friends did meet

It was down by the water

With the clouds in the skies

That an Elephant flIttered across the water's

Mirrored in the skies

We sat in the long grass

My Teddy, Ducksy and me

Surrounded by meadows

We sat there we three

As about us in time

The seasons flew by

And I grew from toddler

To young boy

Teddy was gone and a bike I did ride

Ducksy grew slower his feathers had greyed

Until from the lake

He never returned one day

Now the years have gone by

Now I'm tall and I'm grey

But I remember with fondness

Those times that have past

Of the days in the meadow

Of friends that did last

Wren Jennings 6th May 2021