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I don't know if I'm the only one but I absolutely love writing poetry. It really helped me get through some difficult times, like when I lost my Nan. So I was just wondering if anyone else likes writing poetry and if you want to share it here, feel free! Here's one of mine ....

In my rose garden of memories
I see you standing there
An angel in disguise
Who taught me how to care
I want to hear your voice
For real not in my dreams
I miss you so much these days
How empty my world seems
The emptiness I'm feeling now
Is strong and I am weak
These days that go by with out you
So dreary and bleak
In my rose garden of memories
I know you will always be
Although you are gone
From this world
In my heart you'll always be



I'm looking forward to reading yours! :hyper:

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  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    This is one that I wrote for my Nan's funeral. Bare in mind I was 14 at the time hence why it's not very good

    To my dearest darling Nan
    Up in heaven high above
    I know today your with us all
    And sending all your love
    Today we all remember you
    And say one last goodbye
    Celebrate the life you've had
    And maybe have a cry
    You'll never be forgotten Nan
    I'll close my eyes and see
    Your smiling face and feel your love
    And you'll be close to me
    You had such a long life
    So many have so less
    It was your time, the angels came
    And placed you with the best
    So dear Nan up above
    Although you are no longer here
    In my heart is where I'll keep you
    Forever you'll be near


    Please feel free to share yours too. They don't have to be depressing like mine lol
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Becki, foolishly believing I was a good poet, asked me to post this poem I wrote back in 2008, after an earthquake struck England in the middle of the night.

    Even if your poetry is rubbish, surely you can write something better than what I have written, so get writing and posting.

    I have opted to post an extractand I explain why in the paragraphs after the extract.


    Was it a tremor or an earthquake?
    Did I tremble as I felt my flat shake?
    Did you even know I still live in a flat?
    Because it must be ages since we last had a chat.

    Do you remember our last chat? What did we say?
    I don?t know when we?ll talk again; I bet it won?t be today.
    And if we do talk what will we talk about?
    Shall we talk about the earthquake? Did it freak you out?

    I wonder if you?ll want to know what?s happened in my life.
    And if I tell you, will it stay in your mind?
    Even if you ask I know you won?t want to know,
    If you did, you would have asked many days ago.

    Why should the earth influence when we say hello?
    I bet it?s not like that for everybody you know.
    With other people you have regular conversations,
    Meanwhile I?m waiting in anticipation.

    But why am I waiting? What am I waiting for?
    I don?t care if I never talk to you any more.
    Why did the earth moving make me think my life would change?
    For when the earth stopped moving, nothing was rearranged.

    Here in my flat I sit on my own,
    Writing this poem in which I moan.


    Though I remember writing the poem, and remember the subject of the poem, I do not remember writing the graphic parts that follow the last line I posted.

    The poem is basically about family members who seem more interested in you around Christmas, then you never hear from them throughut the year even though you're supposed to be close.

    The graphic parts are basically about self-harm and death. I thought they could be triggering to some users and it would be insensitive to post them so I didn't post them. When I wrote those verses, I had not been involved in helping people who self-harm or have suicidal thoughts. I had little understanding of, experience of, or interest in those people. I have not self-harmed or attempted suicide before. I don't recall feeling as negatively as those verses indicate, or wanting to express myself in that way. It surprises me that I would write verses like the verses I haven't posted, however, I did write them, and at the time, I must have wanted to write them. I must have felt emotions that I thought were accurately articulated in that poetry.

    Basically, I've just had a "did I really write that?" moment, the sort of moment an adult might have when discovering what they wrote when they were a child. I was 21.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Love these! ^ I'll be adding one to this shortly, been feeling the urge to get back in to writing lately. :)
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Hey all,

    I just started a thread for poems without seeing this one, so Ill repost mine here and keep this one at the top :)

    It was nice to be wanted for a while.
    Excitement burst
    The beginning had no middle, the end.

    She missed me more, sent a smiley face
    Hold on, let go, round and round.
    Master her, no, master myself.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Love reading other peoples poems. Thanks guys
  • HannHann Meme Queen MancPosts: 3,434 Boards Guru
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    So after my grandad passed, I went round to see my nana and she told me to read this, I didn't understand it at first. My Nana then asked my uncle to read it at my grandad's funeral, when I heard my uncle read it out, I understood then.
  • **helen****helen** Mod malarkist Posts: 9,235 Listening Ear
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    So after my grandad passed, I went round to see my nana and she told me to read this, I didn't understand it at first. My Nana then asked my uncle to read it at my grandad's funeral, when I heard my uncle read it out, I understood then.

    Thanks so much for sharing this Hann, it's really moving.

    Another poem I find helpful to read when you feel grief for a loved one is Stop The Clocks - by W H Auden

    http://homepages.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/auden.stop.html
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Fire courses through my veins,
    It's not just scalding my skin,
    It touches the very core of my heart.

    Trepidation races through my body,
    A race against time.
    Will my redemption reach me first?

    A lone tear filled with dying hope leaks through my lashes.
    I guess that,
    Despite my attempts not to,
    I've stopped trying to delay the inevitable.

    A scream rips through the blanket that had coated this silent night.
    The pain is unforgiving...
    Unreal.

    Finally,
    I succumb to the call of darkness.
    It's time.

    That's one of mine. Not very good, but touches close to home. Also, all your poems are [email protected]
  • apandavapandav :) Posts: 2,072
    Elena12 wrote: »
    Fire courses through my veins,
    It's not just scalding my skin,
    It touches the very core of my heart.

    Trepidation races through my body,
    A race against time.
    Will my redemption reach me first?

    A lone tear filled with dying hope leaks through my lashes.
    I guess that,
    Despite my attempts not to,
    I've stopped trying to delay the inevitable.

    A scream rips through the blanket that had coated this silent night.
    The pain is unforgiving...
    Unreal.

    Finally,
    I succumb to the call of darkness.
    It's time.

    That's one of mine. Not very good, but touches close to home. Also, all your poems are [email protected]

    Good poem Elena :)

    I would love to write poetry, I've tried but it's not as easy as it seems ......

    Here's a poem I did write about 6 months ago (based on how I was feeling about a negative experience of mine):

    Feeling low,
    Nowhere to go,
    I go on,
    Lots of hiding people,
    Just like me.

    Feeling low,
    That's where I go,
    We are all there for each other,
    All frightened,
    Just like me.

    Then one day,
    You are there for me,
    I don't know what to say,
    You are there to help me,
    I'm there for you every day.

    Another day,
    I confide in you,
    Without thinking it through,
    I tell you my deepest secrets,
    Hoping to feel less alone.

    But...
    You blame me,
    I don't know what I've done wrong,
    You destroy me,
    It's all my fault so you say,
    You leave me hurt, confused, upset.

    I feel destroyed,
    Feeling more low than ever,
    How could you do this to me?

    All I ask is that you stop playing mind games with me!
  • apandavapandav :) Posts: 2,072
    Someone, please .........,
    Take these emotions away,
    I can no longer deal with the pain.
    To be gone today,
    As I have nothing to gain!
  • apandavapandav :) Posts: 2,072
    Pain, please go away,
    I don't want to see you another day.
    You tear me apart,
    Break me down,
    And worst of all make life a misery!
    If only I could depart,
    It wouldn't be so hard,
    For I just can't seem to turn my life around.
  • apandavapandav :) Posts: 2,072
    Battles of my mind

    "Listen to me,
    There's nothing to gain,
    I can set you free,
    End all your pain.

    No, listen to me,
    It's not the end,
    Just let yourself be,
    With time you can mend. "
  • MikeMike 🚀🌌 LondonPosts: 3,974 Community Manager
    Love these, @apandav. :) Can really feel the personal and emotional weight behind what you write.

    Nice to see you keeping this thread updated - do continue if you have more to share. :d
    "We held on to hope that better times were coming, and when we did, we were right."

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  • apandavapandav :) Posts: 2,072
    Mike wrote: »
    Love these, [USER="95043"]apandav[/USER]. :) Can really feel the personal and emotional weight behind what you write.

    Nice to see you keeping this thread updated - do continue if you have more to share. :d

    Thank you Mike. I wrote these poems at times I've been struggling emotionally and they describe how I feel in a poetic way. They help me release my emotions but in doing it in a poetic way it can feel more powerful and it can lessen the pain a bit.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Here's a little poem I wrote about love :heart:

    If someone stays by you when you’ve hurt them
    That’s true love
    They’re still in love with you
    Even though you don’t think you’re not enough
    You don’t know why they still love you
    As much as they did yesterday
    Especially as you’ve got things wrong
    Not just with the things you say
    You did not give them what they deserve
    You hope the littlest things won’t get in the way
    Though, you’ll understand if they no longer want you
    Regardless, you’ll love and miss them every day if they choose to walk away

    :heart::heart::heart:

  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Here's a little poem I wrote about love


    If someone stays by you when you’ve hurt them

    That’s true love
    They’re still in love with you
    Even though you don’t think you’re not enough
    You don’t know why they still love you
    As much as they did yesterday
    Especially as you’ve got things wrong
    Not just with the things you say
    You did not give them what they deserve
    You hope the littlest things won’t get in the way
    Though, you’ll understand if they no longer want you
    Regardless, you’ll love and miss them every day if they choose to walk away

    :heart::heart::heart:

  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    A Little Sunshine in Your Day

    It’s nice to see how a little sunshine can brighten someone’s day
    To look outside and see all of the birds tweeting away
    No one knows what the day will hold
    But to make every moment count is the truth to be told
    Some like to see the blossoming of flowers
    And to sit outside and relax in the sun for a few hours

    For others it is the feeling of the heat
    Of the sun beaming down from your head to your feet
    It’s always better to look up the sky
    And see that ball of fire shining way up high
    No matter how tough your life might be
    There’s always something more for you to see
    So next time you see some sun
    Go outside to see it and enjoy the fun
    Or if it just seems like an ordinary day to you
    Don’t sit inside with nothing to do
    Even if it is only a small walk or a breath of fresh air
    Just take a moment to appreciate that light breeze through your hair
    A little sunshine always made me smile as a kid
    I’d be sad whenever it disappeared and hid
    The best kind of sun is when you are abroad
    The same can’t be said when you’re heading home on the plane about to board
    If it is not sunny where you are today
    Still smile – that’s all I can say
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    @apandav what you wrote is beautiful, and thanks.

    Churning storm and rumbling skies,
    Water leaking from its eyes,
    Whispers warning me of our trees demise'
    We all would prefer this truth to be a lie.

    Sacred ground crumbling underneath the weight of failure,
    A soundless scream announcing it's been five years.
    Branches breaking and houses tearing,
    Even my world cannot handle this, it would seem.

    Ghosts of the wronged intruding my solitude,
    I realise that forever they will intrude.
    Fear stemmed from the chaos wrought upon us,
    I believe Pathetic Fallacy existed in this feud.


    A voice beyond the Pitter - Patter of the rain,
    My mind reaches out; it recognised  my name.
    Incromprehensibky crying my eyes out on the pillow.
    Understanding that I'm laying underneath a willow,

    I wake.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    That night so vividly I remember,
    A gloomy day on the first of December,
    Tears cascading down your face,
    This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

    Two entwined hands swinging back and forth,
    A long walk and yet it felt so short.
    You drop to the ground the chain I gave you,
    It wasn't us, I was the only soul who knew.

    A song of our heart ache echoing in the silence,
    And rain drops start destroying this fitting dryness.
    A step away from me you take,
    This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

    Anguish filling both our bodies,
    My breath hitches and I hope no-one saw me,
    A final note now ringing out,
    The song stops, you start to doubt.

    Time now coming for your life to be carted,
    You sit down at the bench where this all started.
    My eyes lost in your abyss of emotions,
    This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

    Calls of desperation timidly reaching out,
    'Wait for me, my love' I hurriedly shout.
    You nod solemnly, as your body hits the floor,
    And soon, I realise that you are no more.

    My wall starts falling - it's a wave crashing down!
    And down I go, next to you on the ground.
    Sobs wracking my body as I stare at your face,
    This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

    Now breaking my mind swiftly away,
    From the tragic memories of that fateful day,
    My eyes close while I sink to the chair.
    Yes, indeed, it was my fault that I cared.

    But that night so vividly I will forever remember,
    A gloomy day on the first of December.
    Tears were cascading down your face,
    That love we had, it cannot be erased...
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    @Tasha, you're work is phenomenal. You seem to have a talent.

    Fire resides in our eyes,
    Fear will not take over.
    With faith in our Lord of all skies,
    Fear will not take over.
    Failing to bow to the call of death,
    Fear will not take over.
    Dismissing our screams, are they deaf?
    Fear will never take over.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Hello @Elena12,

    Thank you for your kind comment. I love your way with words :heart:

    I enjoyed reading every piece you have shared on this thread. I look forward to reading more.
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Thanks @Tasha,for the compliment.

    The pain is excruciating.
    But I withstand it.
    I push through...
    Somehow.

    My gentle steps are resonating through the room.
    They're too loud on this tranquil area.
    I pay no heed to that and carry on.

    I've reached the cabinet.
    The bottles are within arms reach.
    I just need to grab it.

    There.
    I've done it.
    Finally, I'm free.

    My vision is fading fast.
    Yet I can still see you...
    Asking why,
    Begging me for answers I do not have.

    And then,
    Just as the sirens near,
    I lose my hold on life.

    This was written about a year ago, but it was personal to me so I just though to post it.
  • apandavapandav :) Posts: 2,072
    thanks @Elena12 - your poems are great :)
  • Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,324 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Lies since birth, they must be true.
    Everyone else, now me too.
    I’m in the machine, can you see me.
    I am burning in my stomach, under your society.
    Too scared to be honest, trapped in this game.
    Why am I playing, your fortune, my pain.
  • One-in-a-millionOne-in-a-million Noob Posts: 575 Incredible Poster
    I posted this on a different thread, this is a poem I wrote about how I was feeling while being sexually bullied at school.

    Was it funny?

    Was it funny to watch me quiver when touching me in ways that made me shiver.
    Was it funny to hear me sigh when I said "stop" you laughed and asked "why"
    Was it funny to see me give up. I Let you carry on while my eyes filled up.

    Was it funny when I lied?
    if a teacher asked "what's wrong" I told them I was fine.

    Was it funny to see me low but I hid my feelings so no one would know

    Was it funny to make your jokes saying "I'd love to give it to you" then telling me I was ugly, fat and had no hopes. Of being loved or even liked. I should be grateful for your efforts to touch me and comment like they were your rights.

    Do you see the damage you have done, your actions and words left me feeling numb. Ive cried and cried until my tears dried up. There is none left now. Im finished, I'm done!
    What's my life worth now for I can not see. What I'd done for you to do this to me.
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