[Stu]

Thank you .

I'd recommend checking it out sometime. Girlfriend In A Coma, I mean. It's a beautiful sort of existentialist novel about a group of young adults having personal apocalypses and stuff in Canada.

Can't describe it but yeah it's brilliant.

[Ammi]

..I'll definitely look out for it, I have to recommend a read to my book club anyway...when I join a book club that is....

[Kate!]

I'm amazed at the poetry in here, amazing stuff

I've written a little poem about my mum, it's simplistic but heartfelt.

Grief

I've cried more than
a thousand tears
At memories we've shared
over the years
It's hard to accept
you being gone
And that life
has to go on

I miss you mum
You were taken too young
But in God I still trust
That you're somewhere
Still watching over us

Goodnight my beautiful mum

[Kate!]

It's my dad's birthday today, he's been gone over 10 years so the pain has faded away and I just have good memories but the pain of losing my mum is still very very raw so I wanted to share the poem I chose as part of her eulogy, it's lovely, bittersweet but lovely...

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all she's left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love
and go on.
Author Unknown
________________________________

Shame the author never put their name to it, it's beautiful.

[Benjamin]

Going through my old poems and figured I hadn't put anything in here for a while. Hopefully it will kick my arse to write more.



Dear Husband,

I love you.

I love the way your hands massage pain into my heart and shoulders.
I love how you are unsupportive in everything I try to accomplish.
I love the way you roll your eyes at every suggestion I have.
I love how you keep a tab for every single penny I earn and spend.
I love how you demand instant reply, yet leave me dwindling in silence.
I love when your fists strike doors, and my brown eyes.
I love how you punish me for every woman that has hurt you in the past,
That means so much to me, you wonderful man. Thank you.
I love how you gained total dominance of me, made me your puppet,
Always holding and controlling my strings.
I love how you have made me feel so alone, even my shadow is yours.

Dear husband,

I love you.

[JoshBB]

I know it was posted a while back, and I'm not a big fan of poetry, but I really liked that Dustbunnies one Stu posted.

[kirklancaster]

Here's a couple of my favourites:

What Is It?

Cloud formations
on a given day
and wondering
if you've seen them too
are enough to make a morning
pass for me.

Was your day
filled with wanting,
or the needlepoint of knowing
that I waited
and that I wait for you?
I did.
I do.

Swing safely home to me,
come evening.
Make room for me
within your life
and I'll make room for you
within my arms.

If you don't know algebra
or Alice by the the fire,
or even why some roses
fail to climb the wall,
ask the question of me.
Never be afraid to say,
What is it?

Rod McKuen



We'll Go No More A-Roving

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

Lord Byron.

[Benjamin]

To you my love,

on this day in which we have waited a year
to show the world how much we really care.

The silence
the eyes
the long drawn out nights in the room,
steadily declining
such resentment consume.
Each night we become
the dining dead at the table
nothing like love
in the childhood fairytale fables,

Such few words
such few caring
such few interest in you
your lack of interest in me also is nothing new.

We become one for the show
become one for our friends
back through that door our façade soon ends.
Then back to ourselves
back to self despair
back to this noose of "love"
yet I chose to place myself there.

But somehow this silence is a blessing
as it saves the future testament
of much later life with you
and making the investment.

But don't tell me you love me
such an empty shell,
prolonging both our living hell.
You took my heart from the grave
how I wished you left it there
since with each passing year I grow in despair.

[Sticks]

Garage Flowers on Valentines Day
They said I was in trouble with garage flowers
They said that she would know I forgot
They did not see how hurt I was inside
I could not afford the places they suggested as they went off to their Valentine dinner dates
So here I feel all the more wretched, because I could only get Garage flowers
But among the other graves as I remember you and what I lost, they still show how much you meant to me.

[thesheriff443]

One from me!
Standing in rain so the tears don't show
Each rain drop feels like a hammer blow
I know it was love, that's why it hurts me so
My feelings are raw, they ebb and flow
Your a grenade in my hand that I can't let go
I want to hate you, but my heart won't let me
Your life seems full but mines half empty
So now I'm drowning in a head full of emotion
Another victim in the lost love ocean.

[kirklancaster]

Originally Posted by thesheriff443

One from me!
Standing in rain so the tears don't show
Each rain drop feels like a hammer blow
I know it was love, that's why it hurts me so
My feelings are raw, they ebb and flow
Your a grenade in my hand that I can't let go
I want to hate you, but my heart won't let me
Your life seems full but mines half empty
So now I'm drowning in a head full of emotion
Another victim in the lost love ocean.

Did you actually pen this Sheriff? It's brilliant.

[thesheriff443]

Originally Posted by kirklancaster

Did you actually pen this Sheriff? It's brilliant.

Thank you, yes I did write it, I know it's hard to believe, but It came out of my mind and on to my phone in the small hours.

It's funny, I think, some of the best stuff comes out when someone is suffering and feeling real pain.

[kirklancaster]

Originally Posted by thesheriff443

Thank you, yes I did write it, I know it's hard to believe, but It came out of my mind and on to my phone in the small hours.

It's funny, I think, some of the best stuff comes out when someone is suffering and feeling real pain.

Brilliant. And it is so true that we write much better when we are emotional. I do.

I have even cried when I have written sad or tragic situations for some of my characters.

[thesheriff443]

You look at me, as i look at you
We both realise what we are about to do,
We lean towards each other
This is so much more than being just a lover
I want to know why I feel the way I do
Why have I never gotten over you
It's been so long and we know it's wrong
So why can't we leave it
We both have what we want so why don't we believe it
I have a hunger in my heart, it's begging me to feed it
You are my addiction, give me a fix, I totally need it
Your heart was there for me to take, the promise I made I did not break
I know my feelings are not one sided, our love is being tested and our loyalties divided
I don't want to text you but I know i will
I can't hide the way you feel.

[Sticks]

I may have posted this here before, so my apologies. Facebook reminded me I had posted this.

For Valentines Day:

Garage Flowers on Valentines Day
They said I was in trouble with garage flowers
They said that she would know I forgot
They did not see how hurt I was inside
I could not afford the places they suggested as they went off to their Valentine dinner dates
So here I feel all the more wretched, because I could only get Garage flowers
But among the other graves as I remember you and what I lost, they still show how much you meant to me.

[Ammi]

....awwwww, that's beautiful Sticks....

[thesheriff443]

A beautiful flower in a bed of weeds
Standing alone as they grow their incestuos seeds
You grow stronger, but the weeds grow too
By now they cover,smother and entangle you
Coming at you from every angle,But still you resist their daily strangle
Without you my beautiful flower,there would only be a bed of weeds

[NorthNessie]

Nothingness
The clouds break,
shattering to reveal,
the black cradle,
that cups the stars.

My lungs spread,
breathing in the razor sharp air,
letting it pierce the soft flesh,
till they deflate.

I cry,
with the memory of joy,
and let time wash over me,
cleaning my mind.

As the trees shadows,
melt and begin to rain,
I am swallowed,
up into the nights embrace,
I can do nothing,
but submit to the eerie,
sensation,
of being one with the stars,
shining bright,
in this nothingness.

[kirklancaster]

Loving this poetry.

[waterhog]

you got good taste kirky baby

[Johnnyuk123]

I remember this poem called Death is nothing at all. I was given it from the vicar after my mother died many years ago. It has a beautiful message.

Here it is.

Death Is Nothing At All.

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

[kirklancaster]

Originally Posted by Johnnyuk123

I remember this poem called Death is nothing at all. I was given it from the vicar after my mother died many years ago. It has a beautiful message.

Here it is.

Death Is Nothing At All.

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

WOW Johnny - I practice this very method with my departed loved ones and always advise others to do the same.

Uncanny.

This poem will be added to my collection now.

[Johnnyuk123]

Originally Posted by kirklancaster

WOW Johnny - I practice this very method with my departed loved ones and always advise others to do the same.

Uncanny.

This poem will be added to my collection now.

I still have it here Kirk. It's a lovely way to remember those who have passed.

[thesheriff443]

Reflection
I look up and you are there
Sometimes it's just a glance
Sometimes it's a meaningful stare
Sometimes you looked concerned
Sometimes I think you just don't care
Sometimes I think your the hound
Sometimes you think I'm the hare
Sometimes your covered in layers
Sometimes I'm laid out bare
Sometimes I look at you and I see myself!!!

[NorthNessie]

I wrote and presented this for a poetry slam at my school. I didn't win, but did receive a high mark and praises for it.

You

You’re usually fine when we are together,
But at home,
When you’re alone,
I know that you’re not okay.

You hate yourself,
like I hate this planet,
You think that everything you do,
Every word you say,
Every movement,
and heart beat,
Is a mistake.
But you’re wrong!

To me,
The words you speak are poetry,
And the moves you make are your own unique dance,
I celebrate every single heartbeat,
Because as long as it beats,
You are mine.

Darling, if you were a mistake,
You’d be the best one I’ve ever made.

No, your problems don’t hurt me,
I can’t blame you for what is going on in your beautiful mind.
I remind you countless times,
That I too have been there,
That yes, many people have those types of thoughts,
That many people have felt the same thing as you and I,
You, are not alone.

I am not hurt,
But it saddens me,
That you cannot see the amazing person I do,
That you are hurting,
And I am fine,
Sitting at my desk, wasting time doing things that mean nothing to me.

Every experience of depression is different,
You are affected a different way than someone else.
For many,
It slowly finds you at your most vulnerable,
Like a leach at the lake,
It snatches on,
You never noticing,
it sucks everything good away,
And replaces it with demons and nightmares.

There’s always a sense of,
I’m depressed,
But usually, when that occurs,
It’s already too late to call for help.

For you,
it has made you believe that your biggest mistake,
is your own existence…

Would you know,
if the closest person to you,
Believed that their own existence was a mistake?
That the world would be a better place without them?
Probably not,
because the people who think this,
Can never bring their voices up,
To say it.

They are so scared,
That none of the words come out,
And it’s just a battle in their minds,
So they revert to any fashion of getting the demons out,
Like writing or typing words down that have meaning at the moment,
But in a year time,
Might be seen as attention seeking?

To those of us who know,
The ones that have been there,
We can tell the difference between the millions of dark images of a girl's slit wrist,
with the caption ‘I’m fine’,
From an actual cry for help.

You are fine, when we're together,
But at home,
When you are alone,
I know you're not okay.