OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here
Hello there everyone!
If you're reading this it means that you probably are quite fond of poetry and writing it to. This is a thread to post all and any poetry that you may have, be it happy, sad, angry or just silly. All styles are welcome (free verse, couplets, slam) and it would be great to have at least one poem up a day for all of us to enjoy together!!
I'm nothing without you
I'm noone special anyway but when i'm with you I feel different
I can be anything, do anything and I'm free
Dear @pureatheart25, it's amazing what a friend can do to help us feel special and worthy -- and you've portrayed that vividly.
(Sigh) As much as I understand the feelings, I hope that some day you can realize that you don't need another person to make you special. You already are wonderful, as you are. Maybe they just helped you see yourself more clearly?
What I mean is, -- you really aren't nothing. With or without a certain person in your life. The danger in believing that someone else makes us worthwhile is the devastation that can happen if that person can't (or won't) stay in our lives. It's so important to have, in ourselves, our own sense of our worth, you know?
@Annie
you have a good heart really do, you are a good person, and may I say have a way with wriiting
I suffer from BPD. I'm lonely. I'm scared. I'm falling. I'm losing myself. I'm self-isolating. And I just can't stop.
This isn't me. This isn't just a few 'off days'. I'm getting deeper and deeper in this rut.. I'm scared.
Dear @Billiejo96, I'm so sorry you're going through this. I think that a one-to-one talk with a listener is the best and quickest way to reach someone who can listen and help.
Here's one way to find a listener: http://www.7cups.com/BrowseListeners/
I'm awfully sorry I didn't see your post until now. I hope you're feeling better; I know it's scary when you're not yourself and things get terribly painful.
ROOMS
I walk into a room, a small room, too small for my thoughts to confine themselves.
The walls are white and bright, but the hidden stains from the past still show.
I walk into another room, a big room, too big for my sorrows to not hear their echoes.
The walls are stained red, but the true colour is still showing.
Are we like these rooms?
@AlmightyAvalom, I love this. A room too small for your thoughts, a room too big for your sorrows, not to hear the echoes. Wonderful contrasts.
tiny sailboats
on an endless sea
the waves ebb and
flow, always dragging
one more down each
time it rises and falls.
when you take too long
to worry about them
vanishing, you start
forgetting about the
ones you have left.
make all of them count.
@QuietPastelRain, this poem is lovely. It starts on the surface but then goes deep. Very cool.
@Annie
Thank you!
@QuietPastelRain
By the way, how did you get your poem to print out in single-spacing. When I try to type a poem, every time I hit "enter" at the end of a line, it creates a new paragraph, so I get double spacing.
I wrote something like what follows some years ago when I lost my brother to suicide.
Alone I sit kissed by an early spring morn's chill
Light the mist blanket hovers the air so still
Memories dance like steam off my hot black cup
So long ago I followed him like a lost pup
This path he has taken I cannot follow
No time for self pity in which to wallow
Not a sound to be heard save one lone bird
They have but one life's mate so I've heard
It calls out to avail this one lone dove
Together we listen no response from above
Staring down from upon its perch at me
The brokenness of my soul can it see
The mournful coo a single tear in my eye
Mourning not for self but maybe for you and I
@Geodc, Ohhhhhhhh. This is beautiful. I was struck by so many things here. One that stays with me is the chill of the misty morning contrasted with the hot, steaming cup in his hand. So real, amazing.
I live in haiku,
Pushing against the confines,
Seldom breaking through
@readyinfive, I love haiku. The restrictions are paradoxical: they limit us, yet help to release beautifully distilled observations.
This meta-haiku is wonderful!
Give Yourself a Bravery Award
If you aren't happy with your life, do something to change it.
If you can't, find someone who can help you.
If there's no one, wait a little while and look again.
If no one understands, teach them to speak your language.
If you are too tired to do anything, slow down and catch your breath.
If you've lost the memory of happiness, ask a friend where she saw it last.
If all your friends are away, try keeping yourself company.
If you feel completely alone, watch puppy videos on the internet.
If you lose your job, make the bank pay for a vacation.
If you flunk out of school, remember that it's not a race.
If you can't get out of bed, allow yourself a pajama day.
If every day is a pajama day, see how you feel in your clothes.
If your clothes don't fit, buy new ones to match your emotions.
If your body is unfamiliar, whisper that your self love is unconditional.
If you've hit rock bottom, declare yourself a superhero for staying alive.
If you have scars, give yourself a bravery award.
If your scars are invisible, wear your heart on your sleeve.
If you are afraid of what people will think, be thankful that you can't read minds.
If you can't find kindness in your heart, resolve to give it out as soon as it comes back.
If you lose your way, send up a flare.
If you don't know how to continue, make it up as you go along.
If you can't find a reason to keep going, get a second opinion.
If you think the sun will never shine again, invest in some night vision goggles.
If there is no light at the end of the tunnel, pull over and wait until morning.
@positiveWhisper24
Very well done!
(beware though. Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is a train... )
Are they dreams or nightmares?
I'm not well enough yet to know.
Equally as scary as it was desired,
I wanted death not long ago.
My pleas for help went completely unheard,
Asking everyone I knew for mere company
Hell I didn't hear from anyone, not a word.
Death was once a welcomed guest
So close we came to officially meeting,
Now an unwanted pest.
I want to go back to dreaming happy things.
Our relationship is over, death, stay gone.
I now only want butterflies, bunnies, and cats with wings.
(My terrible attempt at rhyming. I woke up from a dream about death, and this- for the most part- popped out)
@ladyfiaragc
A poem need not rhyme, it merely must express. Nice read.
@Geodc I realize this, but a few lines started to rhyme, and then I was like, ahhh screw it I'll make the whole thing that way. :P Thank you!
There are prison bars in my head
Made of ifs and buts and such stuff
Sometimes the time is not right
Sometimes I am not good enough
So I lie trapped in this prison waiting
For the sun to shine perfectly
Not too warm or too bright
Or too low for I freeze easily
And I wait in this prison praying
For the skies to be perfectly blue
Not a cloud too dark or too light
For clear blue skies is what I like
And I lie in this prison hoping
For the changes to be just perfect
Too big a change would overwhelm
Small changes would pass me by
And as I wait and pray and hope
These imperfect days slide by
With the too bright sun and sailing clouds
And small unexpected acts that make me smile
Maybe the time is not right
Maybe I am not good enough
Maybe it is imperfections
That makes this world go by
Maybe if I just breathe
My mind made prison walls would shrink
Maybe if you just sent a smile this way
The sun would shine perfectly… and all would be okay…
@heartfulMusic18
@Geodc Thank you for sending a smile this way. sending a big to you!
@heartfulMusic18, so true -- I love this discussion of ideal versus imperfection!
@Annie Thank You. Glad you liked it :)
The Monster Within
As the curtains close
The shadows froze
Striking a frightening pose
Out of the dark, he rose
Don't let him in
If you do, he'll win
His face always displays an evil grin
As he's about to commit another sin
Stay away
I don't want to play
Please keep him at bay
While I pray for a better day
He looked at me
As I was no longer free
Brave I must be
It's getting harder to see
There is no trace left of the sun
And it's now too late to run
This won't be fun
It's begun
I made some minor edits and rearrangements, here's the altered version:
The Monster Within
As the curtains close
The shadows froze
Striking a frightening pose
Out of the dark he rose
Stay away
I don't want to play
Please keep him at bay
While I pray for a better day
He looked at me
As I was no longer free
How brave I must be
For it's getting harder to see
His face always displays an evil grin
As he's about to commit another sin
Do you have a thick enough skin
To fight the monster within
There is no trace left of the sun
And it's now too late to run
This will be anything but fun
Help. It's begun