[Cherie]

Originally Posted by 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.

That's a good piece of writing but intense

[VintageBB]

A day the birds refused to sing
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space
Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
Could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?
To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know the battle had been won
Although you lost the fight
They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me
The birds are singing once again
Sweet messangers of song
I hear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

[VintageBB]

^Beautiful poem.

[Tozzie]

Hello peeps, I've not been in the forum for a long time and remember about the poetry forum, I love to write poetry.

I am a carer and I wrote this with the elderly in mind. I hope you like it

Duty of Care

Dark nights are upon us
Yes, Winter’s on it’s way
Our fires will burn brightly
To keep the cold at bay

But what about the old folks
Who can’t afford the bills
They’ll shiver in their homes
Hypothermia sometimes kills

Some may be so lonely
As no one ever calls
They just sit in their rooms
Looking only at four walls

Lets think about our old folk
That may be feeling sad
A little call upon them
Then they may not feel so bad

As fellow human beings
We have a duty of care
To make our old peoples day
A little easier to bear

A small amount of our time
Could bring a smile upon their face
Making them feel happy
Restoring faith in the human race


©

[Ammi]

..Tozzie.......well hello you, how lovely to see you again.. a very welcome sight indeed...I don't have time to read your poem atm as I'm rushing for work, but stay right there and don't go anywhere...be right back etc...


..(really great to see you missy..)....

[NorthNessie]

I was walking on a path in the mountains, and was inspired to write this...

The air is fresh,
Feeding the lungs with each lush breath.
The calm, soothing silence,
of a forest well aware.
Waiting, anticipating,
for something to appear.
It's breath held in, as I exhale gently.
We in turn, wait for the other,
no need to hurry,
Time is slowing down.

[Ammi]

..that's lovely, Nessie....the inspiration of being/just existing as a part of the beauty around us, eh....

[Gusto Brunt]

A Year Ends

And so, it ends
The year, my friends
It ends how it begun
Better believe it, my son

Too many celebs died
They tried to hide
But Death got them all
They heard the call.

But not let's all be glum
Feel lucky, my chum

You're still alive and well
Go out and tell
The world you're still here
And raise a glass of beer.

[Tozzie]

Remembering Mother

As Mothers Day approaches
I’m feeling awful sadness
But then when I look back
That feeling turns to gladness

The gladness that I feel
Is because you were my Mother
If I could have chosen one
Wouldn’t wanted any other

You see my dearest Mother
You had kindness in your eyes
Your heart was full of love
And you were always oh so wise

You taught me kindness matters
How to spread much love and care
You gave out cuddles daily
And you were always there

Whilst I cannot give you cuddles now
I hope from Heaven that you see
I’m doing all I can
To be the best person I can be

Thank you my beautiful Mother
For teaching me right from wrong
As I lay flowers at your grave
I’ll sing you a beautiful song

I Love & Miss You Mummy

©Tozzie

[reece(:]

Your World
BY GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON
Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.

But I sighted the distant horizon
Where the skyline encircled the sea
And I throbbed with a burning desire
To travel this immensity.

I battered the cordons around me
And cradled my wings on the breeze,
Then soared to the uttermost reaches
With rapture, with power, with ease!

Iconic

[Wizard.]

A little poem I wrote myself

YOU AND I

You and I
Our love, is true.
Like the one between the sun,
And the moon.
Where the sea meets the sky
There we'll be,
You- and I.

[Ammi]

...beautiful, Wizard......it’s nice to see the Hut being posted in again.....

[Wizard.]

Originally Posted by Ammi

...beautiful, Wizard......it’s nice to see the Hut being posted in again.....

Thanks

[Crimson Dynamo]

Originally Posted by Wizard.

A little poem I wrote myself

YOU AND I

You and I
Our love, is true.
Like the one between the sun,
And the moon.
Where the sea meets the sky
There we'll be,
You- and I.

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet

[Marsh.]

Originally Posted by LeatherTrumpet

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet

Inter-species love and give each other space. Perfect.

[Crimson Dynamo]

Originally Posted by Marsh.

Inter-species love and give each other space. Perfect.

I think the sun should stick to its own kind, i mean there is nothing wrong with dating Proxima Centauri.

The moon should reign in its thirst and maybe look to some clubs around Saturn to get some satellite action

[Wizard.]

Originally Posted by Marsh.

Ugh,
Excuse me ladeh,
You're supposed to be on the bloody till

Listen ‘ere I’m at the bloody till writing poetry okay!

Originally Posted by LeatherTrumpet

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet

Star crossed lovers

[Marsh.]

Ugh,
Excuse me ladeh,
You're supposed to be on the bloody till

[thesheriff443]

Music fills my ears as my eyes fill with tears
Remembering loved ones lost throughout the years
The end can come at any time
A depressing thought at the back of your troubled mind
But life is a never ending test
It’s never a fail if you have given your best
So hold your head up high and fcuk the rest

[MTVN]

O dreams! Where has your sweetness vanished?
And where has youth (glib rhyme) been banished?
Can it be true, it's bloom has passed,
Has withered, withered now at last?
Can it be true my heyday's ended-
All elegiac play aside-
That now indeed my spring has died
(As I in jest so oft pretended)?
And is there no return of youth?
Shall I be thirty soon, in truth?

And so life's afternoon has started,
As I must now admit, I see.
But let us then as friends be parted,
My sparkling youth, before you flee!
I thank you for your host of treasures,
For pain and grief as well as pleasures,
For storms and feasts and worldly noise,
For all your gifts and all your joys;
My thanks to you. With you I've tasted,
Amid the tumult and the still,
Life's essence...and enjoyed my fill.
Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted,
I start upon an untrod way
To take my rest from yesterday
__

That's my favourite section from Eugene Onegin which I read this year, it's so good I immediately finished it then went back and read it all again. I had just turned 30 when I read it so this felt very apt

[Cherie]

Originally Posted by MTVN

O dreams! Where has your sweetness vanished?
And where has youth (glib rhyme) been banished?
Can it be true, it's bloom has passed,
Has withered, withered now at last?
Can it be true my heyday's ended-
All elegiac play aside-
That now indeed my spring has died
(As I in jest so oft pretended)?
And is there no return of youth?
Shall I be thirty soon, in truth?

And so life's afternoon has started,
As I must now admit, I see.
But let us then as friends be parted,
My sparkling youth, before you flee!
I thank you for your host of treasures,
For pain and grief as well as pleasures,
For storms and feasts and worldly noise,
For all your gifts and all your joys;
My thanks to you. With you I've tasted,
Amid the tumult and the still,
Life's essence...and enjoyed my fill.
Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted,
I start upon an untrod way
To take my rest from yesterday
__

That's my favourite section from Eugene Onegin which I read this year, it's so good I immediately finished it then went back and read it all again. I had just turned 30 when I read it so this felt very apt

lovely

[MTVN]

Very nice sheriff, your own words?

[thesheriff443]

Originally Posted by MTVN

Very nice sheriff, your own words?

Thanks, yes wrote it over a cup of tea this week

[thesheriff443]

Alone in the darkness I lay awake
Memories of you to the grave I will take
You were far from my first nor my last
I’m living in the future but head is drowning in the past
They say true love is the only one that lasts
If only I could go back and change my past

[thesheriff443]

If I had a gun I’d play Russian roulette just for fun
Each squeeze of the trigger would see my pupils grow bigger
The end could come by my own shaky hand
Taking the express route to the promised land
But this time it’s just for fun
It’s only blanks in that smoking gun