This seems an appropriate juncture to post an anti-war poem *smiles*

Written a few years ago after the initial invasion of Iraq, as we were told the war was over: an announcement which preceded a decade of occupation and further fighting.

Babylon Burns

The War is dead;
long live The War.
No hidden stash;
no secret store.

And in my name,
they sent the planes:
that dropped the bombs;
that brought the rain.

A million marched,
and were ignored;
voices drowned out,
by shock and awe.

They swagger on;
they know no shame.
How many dead?
How many maimed?

And in my name,
they broke it down.
Babylon burns.
Babylon drowns.

The War is dead;
long live The War.
And in my name,
they sent the planes.
A million marched,
and were ignored.
They swagger on;
they know no shame.

And in my name
they broke it down.
And in my name,
They sent the rain.
Babylon burns;
Babylon drowns

This one is autobiographical. A scene from my childhood.

The Three Musketeers

The Three Musketeers, with their two trusty hounds,
Jumped into the car and sped into the night.
And the windows, still frosted, took moments to clear,
as the car nosed its way through the streets and the lanes.


And the Three Musketeers, sang stories of fear,
And the trembling and shake of the beasts that drew near
And the dogs looked uneasy, at a dark shape ahead,
So the Three Musketeers drew their swords and prepared.


But the shape was unmoving; just static and glowering.
The dogs grew more frightened, their growls growing louder
And the first Musketeer said ‘you know we must get out;
It could be a person, or a beast that’s been injured


Or an alien visitor crashed by the wayside’ and saying this,
Swift and decisive, she opened the car door, and slipped out to see it.
But just as she did so, she glanced back beside her,
and told her co-pilot, ‘look after your sister.’


The second Musketeer, with a flurry of motion,
Followed the first and approached the still roadblock
But the third Musketeer, stayed behind with the hound dogs,
Their tails all aquiver, their throats filled with growling.


A shout from the dark road, a yell and some laughter,
The shape, just the air-billowed round of a bin-bag
The two Musketeers clicked the clasps of their seatbelts
and smiled at the third as they whooshed down the night lane.


And all of the stories they told of their journey,
Come back down the years when the night sky is calling,
The Three Musketeers, with the two matching hound dogs,
off on their wild rides and night time adventures

Thanks Dana. Glad you liked it. I do write some quite sad poems but I also write some humourous ones, I'll post a humourous one tomorrow. x

Last one then I'll stop, I promise :p


Memory

Some
kind,
of strange day;

matters
are scattered,
every which way.

I
can't,
speak for the,
wind that,

blows through here;
with its,
savage roar, and

hungry jaws.

Scours
as,
it glides; takes
away
what it hides...

....impudent breeze.

I'll look forward to that! :)

you write really well, I've enjoyed reading the poems today, really pleased I found this thread. Its good when we find people we have things in common with. x

Oh, not posted in here for a while. Will try get one of mine in here later.

I love this! your poems are great dana, amazon do publishing now?

Morning all, hopefully the poem I wrote about the menopause will start your day off with a chuckle. Enjoy.

Menopausal Times

Sprouting hairs on my chin
I’m looking like a man!
Flushes make one sweat like mad
Good job I have a fan!

Pounding heart, sweating palms
I think I’m going to die
This feeling of anxiety
It makes me want to cry

Angry, calm, happy, sad
My moods are topsy turvy
This bloody rotten menopause
Makes me feel all nervy!

Sneezing hard, yes you guessed
I’ve gone and done a trickle
When I cough, laugh or sneeze
It makes me want to pickle

Tender tits, dry down there
I've grown a 'tash and beard
My hairs gone thin I need a wig
My memory’s disappeared

Aching back, gaining weight
It happens every day
I’ll take my pills, potions too
And keep symptoms at bay

Where’s my aid, I’m going deaf
Its gone down the settee!
Pass my specs, there over there
I’m needing them to see

I guess I have to realise
The reason bones are creaking
Is simply nothing else
C’ept old age is a creeping

..I think I'll give the menopause a miss then Tozzie, it doesn't sound the greatest...good poem though..:love:...

I was broken up with in the most horrible way two years ago... I've been thinking about it a lot recently. If I were at all musical I would want to turn this into a song rather than keep it as a poem but I thought I'd post it here anyway...

Sometimes

I miss you sometimes
The way you look at me
Your voice, your laugh
The photographs
And the way it used to be.

I miss you sometimes
The times you made me cry
You lied, you're mean
The jealousy
And the part of me that died.

I miss you sometimes
The feelings of regret
The chances missed
The times we kissed
And the feeling when we met.

I miss you sometimes
The day you broke my heart
Emptiness
And loneliness
The time we've spent apart.

I miss you sometimes.

I miss you sometimes.

..that's lovely Zee, I always love poems that are personal and come from the heart and painful emotions do create inspiration more than any other emotion..


..and anyone who would break up with you is a major lunatic and probably a miserable wretch right now, whereas you are as fabulous as ever..who is the loser there..eh, eh, eh......:hug:...

:hug:

It was the worst thing anyone has ever done to me and I'm not sure I'll ever get over the injustice of how it all ended, but I've moved forwards with my life in the last two years... Does that make sense at all? The specific ins and outs of it all are starting to fade but I can still recall all the feelings I felt as if it happened yesterday.

..strong pain is something you never forget, whether it be emotional or physical..they say the 'first cut is the deepest', you're first love is the most painful etc but I don't think that's necessarily true, it's just the first time you remember to have felt those sort of emotions so you remember them more..bt that's not to mistake it for still having feelings for that person or a longing for the relationship again because even though you feel there were lots of wrongs about it, which maybe made it feel more heartbreaking, it was never going to work or meant to be if that person in any way judged something harshly because all that would have happened is that you would have been together longer and then they would have broken your heart when you had invested even more of yourself into it...feeling how you did about them, whatever they did to you..you wouldn't have done that to them..?...so they weren't the person that would have made you happy and given you anything you needed emotionally....

Exactly :) I think it's just quite cathartic to be able to talk about it now after two years even if it's through poetry and in a non-specific way, it just helps to let it go bit by bit. I didn't turn to friends for help because nobody can help you when you've had your heart broken, it's a lesson that you need to learn on your own and no amount of moaning about it or bottling it up will help - it just takes time and patience to get over it, I think...

that brought tears to my eyes, its beautiful Zee. I could see that making a great song too. (hugs) x

Thank you Tozzie :hug:

here is a poem I wrote for my God Daughter when she was being bullied.

In life we have our ups and downs
And nasty folks will do their rounds
They simply live a miserable existence
From these people keep your distance

These individuals are really sad
They feel the need to be horrible and bad
They sit behind their desks and phones
Thinking up ways to throw sticks and stones

The only way for their bad nature to feed
Is think up ways to do a hurtful deed
They’ll cause much strife and lots of worry
They have no conscience, they’re never sorry

They spread vicious rumours and downright lies
The words they purely sensationalize
And while they’re causing such dismay
They're destroying lives along the way

The best revenge against such people
Is to hold your head high, as high as a steeple
Let nothing they do break your will
As they carry on climbing their lonely hill

Be strong, upstanding, set yourself a mission
Show the losers your happy disposition
Those nasty cowards, what they do is just appalling
But given time, Karma will come acalling

Excellent! Loved that Tozzie. Bet that made her feel tons better.

Also, really loved your menopause poem. Made me laugh out loud in places:p

@ Zee: really moving poem that. Beautifully written. I can totally imagine it as a song too.

And: thanks so much guys for the positive comments about my stuff. It's nice to have somewhere to share these things :)

Thanks DanaC, its always good if I can make someone chuckle. I agree, its great to have somewhere to share our poems. x

That poem is lovely Tozzie :) wish I had a godmother like you looking out for me! Thank you DanaC :)

As I'm forever watching my weight I decided to write this poem, I wonder if any of you can identify with it LOL

The Scale

I rise out of bed, what do I find?
My bathroom scales are first on my mind!

My daily routine, is get out of bed
Then to the bathroom is where I’ll head

I tread ever so gently onto the scale
Then say a prayer whilst a breath I inhale

Please dear lord the pounds I am needing
Are a little bit lower than yesterdays reading

Now when I think of my calorie intake
A good weight loss reading I have to forsake

Eat less and exercise, drink no wine
I’ll then lose some weight and I’ll be on cloud nine

So now here we have a brand new day
Today I’ll be good come what may!

Ahaha. Excellent.

On a dark and stormy night
Christopher Columbus needed a sh*te
it had to be done, it had to be done
so out of the window he popped his bum
a Vicar was walking by, and he did it right in his eye

This is a poem I wrote last year when Winter was on its way.

Changing Seasons

looking out my window
I see a dismal day
I ask myself 'where’s summer gone?'
I guess its gone on its way

Fire's on, turned up high
Bills will go through the ceiling
I really hate these kind of days
They cause a miserable feeling

I'll stay indoors, not venture out
In the depressing, awful storm
I'm happier here inside my house
Where its nice and warm!

The Wintry season has appeared
and Summer is no more
We'll all be wet and shivering
Frozen to the core!

So now I'll take my memories
Of Mr Sunshines rays
I'll tuck them away inside my mind
And wait for nicer days