The poem spot

(Could possibly trig)

It was suggest to have a thread for poems to keep the place a little tidier. So here it is, feel free to add to it and let ur creative side out, from one line to a billion.

Theres also a trig warning, just incase :thumb:

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Former Member

Do not ask me to remember.

Do not ask me to remember.
Do not try to make me understand.
Let me rest and know you're with me.
Kiss my cheek and hold my hand.
I'm confused beyond your concept.
I am sad and sick and lost.
All that I know is that I need you to be with me at all cost.
Do not lose your patience with me.
Do not scold or curse my cry.
I cant help the way I am acting.
Cant be different though I try.
Just remember that I need you.
That the best of me is gone.
Please dont fail to stand beside me,
Love me till my life is done.

Skive

Lucy met a train,
a train met Lucy
The Train was juicy,
the juice was Lucy.

Former Member

Don't tell me that I'm beautiful
Until you've seen the marks
Etched on my skin
And the ones on the inside
On my heart
That I hide

Don't tell me that I'm strong
Until you've seen me break down
Fall apart
Time and time again
And cry until the tears no longer come

Don't tell me that I'm a wonderful person
Until I shut you out completely
And push you away
Because I promised myself
That you're just like the rest
And you'll get tired of me too

Don't tell me that I'm lovely
Until you've seen those nights that are like pure horror
And the terror that sometimes posses me
Seen me sob and tremble and question "why me?"
Until I run out of air
And collapse

Don't tell me that I'll get through this
That this is only temporary
Until you've seen the inner torment
Inside of my mind
And the demons that refuse
To be silent

But if you have seen that other part of me
The scars, pain, insecurities and bitterness
That I hide
The voices that whisper during the day
And scream during the night
The darkness lurking behind my smile
And you still stay by my side
Then maybe....just maybe.... I believe you....

Distraction

Mopped floors and hoovered halls,
Dusted living room walls and clean doors.

No dirt in the draws,
Or crumbs on the floor,

This home with no flaws.
Leaves me wondering is there any kids at all?

Not a toy on the stairs,
Or a sock in the drier,

Leaves me curious to think
...Is this house for hire?

But as the night draws in,
And the floors creek within,

My mind begins to change,
With the singing hymns of children's screams.

Distraction

Lost Sister

It might be hard for you to understand,
But I miss my sister that much it makes me frown,
We use to go on bike rides and make mud pies,
Feed the ducks and look at the sky.

We use to think what it was like to fly,
And jump off benches to get that little high.

I know she had problems (but don't we all?)
Being sick when she wasn't,
But if she just had some love,
Maybe she wouldn't...

You might not understand,
But when I moved away,
I lost my best friend that day.

Distraction

Just wanted to say love all these poems,

Lostsense - yours are so powerful it really makes me feel

ellaleftwonderland - you put it together in such a smart way, you really have a skill for writing ( also wheres you profile picture from? reminds me of an old song

)

Aidan - yours are so class

Skive - Funny as hell

Siena

I really like all of yours!

I wrote this a while ago. Probably quite clear I dont really know much about poetry. But thought I'd share anyway.

* This is about sexual abuse. So may Trigger. **

I just froze
My body gave up
But who knows
If I stood up

I gave up trying
To tell you
I was suffering
Cause you knew

Heard me screaming
You just stared
I wasn't day-dreaming
You just never cared

I remember clearly
My breaths deeply
How heavy you was
& how weak i was

"No" wasn't the answer
When I would push you away
Cause you're abuser
Who could never obey

Your idea of humilation
Felt like suffocation
Didn't matter if i tried to vioce
I had no chioce

It's what you lived off
Loved the control
What a turn off-
You don't have a soul

I fell for your compliments
I fell when we kiss
Even our arguments
I miss

Can call me naive
But i thought you cared
So I didn't leave
Or I was just scared

My thoughts are consumed
I thought this was love
But i was being groomed
And you was just above

But I have realised
I deserve more
And I have recognised
I am stronger than before.

Distraction

I had to

I use to ask myself where were you?
And how could you?
What did I do to hurt you?

I use to ask myself,
What could I do to save you?
But every action just angered you.

And I am sorry,
That I could’'t protect you,
Although I tried so very hard to.

I use to miss you,
I use to cry for you,

But mother.

I no longer love you.

And that wasn't an easy thing to do,
Just throwing you away like some stranger into the blue,

No,
It tore me apart,
Ate me from with in,
Crushed my very heart,

But I had to.
Or else I would have ended up just like you.

Distraction

I'll be home

Am coming home mum,
I'll see you soon,
Just promise me,
You'll be there too,

I don't care,
If youv'e grown old,
If you cant get out of a chair,
Or even if your clamming hills,

Just be home,
Cos I'll be there.

I'll be outside that door,
No later then noon,

I know its a little later then expected,
Talk about a few years,
Oh how they just pass by,

But mum I'll be there,
So please just promise,

You will too.

Please I beg you,
I think I really need to see you,
Just one last time to say good bye.

To say I really did love you.

Distraction

View

I tried to talk to you
When that didn’t work,
I tried to show you,
When that backfired,
I tried to see it from your view.

About a kid,
Who is not your child,
Or related in anyway…

I stepped into your shoes,
And then I realised,
That I am nothing to you.

Distraction

They don’t get it.
How wounds appear,
It’s not the actions of our razors,
But our fallen tears.

Distraction

Hidden

Speak from your feelings,
Feel from your soul,
and listen with your eyes
Because not every secret is told.

Distraction

Verbal

I remember phrases,
From when I was wee,
Of how I should be,
And what was wrong with me.

I remember being told,
I was to be seen and unheard,
For a child has no mind
Upon this adult earth.

These words didn’t bother me,
But what hurt was not mattering enough,
For someone to know that they eventually would.

Former Member

Footsteps.

As i walk this lonely road, no one seems to care,
The trees rustle in the wind as they stand there bare,
I can hear them coming closer now , but it seems to late,
I run down to the farm i see and lean on the rusty gate,
I can hear a whisper now, a whisper in my ear,
Something that i may allow to take away my tears,
But who are they i wonder as i say,
I turn around and they quickly run away.

Former Member

I stopped writing poems a while ago because they sucked but I gave it another go *cringe*
When the sun shines,
when the wind blows,
when the sun sets,
when the air is still,
when the rain falls upon my windowsill,
when the birds call,
and the world cries,
when heaven and nature sighs,
you never fail to surprise,
because no matter how I'm feeling,
your love and kindness,
and open mindedness,
never runs out,
like a lifetime supply.

Former Member

Demons PTW?

Their vile words like a hurricane in my mind,
who would of thought they were so strong combined,
'It's in the past, they can't hurt you anymore'
I wish it was just that easy to close the door,
They hurt me everyday,
and it's not just what they say,
their words and actions carved into my mind,
why was it so hard to just be kind?
The nightmares haunt me while i sleep,
their claws go in far too deep,
when i'm awake there is no peace,
as the flashbacks never seem to ease,
my biggest secret of that night,
i wish i grew my wings and took flight,
their voices i can still hear,
as loud as ever, ringing in my ear,
'They can't hurt you anymore' i keep being told,
but their actions took a far bigger hold,
they hurt me everyday,
and it's not just what they say.

Former Member

PTW?

After last night I realized I need to stop self harming, it's gotton so out of control so wrote this to help motivate me.

self-harm

You tear me down, give me nowhere to run,
You tell me this torture has only just begun,

Your words cut deeper than any blade could,
But when I've cut you tell me I've done good,

But what is life when it's lived this way?
Torturing myself just to keep you at bay,
I need to fight and fight for my life,

And not let you take control of the knife,

I've lived this way for many years,
But now it's time to face my fears,
To not give you power, to not let you win,
It's time to be happy in my own skin,
Self harm you are not welcome anymore,
So it's time I show you the door,
And get my life back to where it should be,
Innocent,carefree, happy and free,
The scars will remind me of what once was,

Steri-strips, staples, stitches and gauze,

But these scars are not my future,
And you are not my ruler,
Goodbye self harm,

And don't you dare sound the alarm.

[edited by moderator to add spoilers]

Former Member

I was really hoping a thread like this would show up, I was just to nervous to start one. All of the poems here are very passionate and wonderful. I'll have to dig out my poem notebook and type one up but in the meantime- Heres a short one about reading-

Timeless pages, I've lost myself
To those stories on the shelf.
Each one stagnate until I return,
to the worlds that I have learned.
Paused when closed, they cause no mischief.
For nothing changes inside that bound leaf.

Former Member

Her dreams soared high
Higher than the birds
Stronger than a beam.
Her love blossomed
More vibrant than a flower
Growing stronger with its power.
Her hope was low,
Lower than the ocean deep
At the bottom of a mountain gone too steep.
She holds on to that dream
For it's the only thing that makes this all seem.
Worth her time and hard work
For the love she's found is as loud as a firework
And runs consistently like clockwork.
When all is down and low,
She need only think if him and glow.
When things get rough and she falls on the floor
She need only remember what she is doing this for.
True happiness and a lifetime of love to go with it
She need only hold on, just for a little bit.
And when things get particularly rough
And she feels all swallowed up in it,
She can spend some time away even just for a minute.
For this girl has a reason to keep on fighting,
And I'd you think she's giving up you may find this next part frighting.
For she finally has something to work for,
Her future, her happiness, her love and to be able to walk out that front door.

(I'm a loser this was probably rubbish oops it's been months 😂😂)

Former Member

Laine said:

Her dreams soared high
Higher than the birds
Stronger than a beam.
Her love blossomed
More vibrant than a flower
Growing stronger with its power.
Her hope was low,
Lower than the ocean deep
At the bottom of a mountain gone too steep.
She holds on to that dream
For it's the only thing that makes this all seem.
Worth her time and hard work
For the love she's found is as loud as a firework
And runs consistently like clockwork.
When all is down and low,
She need only think if him and glow.
When things get rough and she falls on the floor
She need only remember what she is doing this for.
True happiness and a lifetime of love to go with it
She need only hold on, just for a little bit.
And when things get particularly rough
And she feels all swallowed up in it,
She can spend some time away even just for a minute.
For this girl has a reason to keep on fighting,
And I'd you think she's giving up you may find this next part frighting.
For she finally has something to work for,
Her future, her happiness, her love and to be able to walk out that front door.

(I'm a loser this was probably rubbish oops it's been months 😂😂)

I love this

Former Member

Aw thanks Bubbles!
I haven't written in such a long time, forgot how much it helped do I'm trying to get back into it x

Former Member

Just found this while about to post in Creative. I like the look of it, I might have to add some of my own poetry at some point

Former Member

Im bored, so heres a quick poem about recovery (i'm having a good day so thought i'd try be positive) but every word is true, I feel stronger today and hoping it will last, I've wasted too many years a victim to my mental illnesses, and only I can choose recovery, no one can start recovery for me, I have to want to recover and oh my am I ready! Today is day one of my new life. I'll stop rambling now and eat my BUTTERY spaghetti...

The days are long, but the nights are longer,
I cant wait for the day when I feel stronger,
You've taken too much of my life already,
Well this time, I know i'm ready,
Relapse after relapse, you always win,
But eating shouldn't be a sin,
Scars line my body forever more,
But self harm isn't a chore,
I shouldn't have to punish myself,
Just for taking some breaths,
But you punish me,
Why can't you just let me be,
I will fight you, and you will not win,
See, i'm not the person I was when you crept in,
I'm brave, resilient and not a quitter,
You are a coward, so low and bitter,
Only I can choose to recover,
and not be scared of fucking butter,
And recover I will,
And you I will kill,
You cannot have me,
Cause I will be free,
The days are long, and the nights may be longer,
But this is the day when I feel stronger.

Former Member

Thank-you.

Thank-you to the nurses who have picked me up off the floor, when the world seemed so scary and I just wanted to close the door.
Thank-you to the nurses who held me as I cried, when all that I could wish for, I wish that i'd have died.
Thank-you to the nurses who when I couldn't get out of bed, done my hair and make-up instead of lying there with dread.
Thank-you to the nurses who sat with me through the night, so that I wasn't alone when the voices put up a fight.
Thank-you to the nurses for convincing me to eat, when the voices wouldn't let me but this illness I can beat.

Thank-you to the nurses for saving my life, when all I wanted to do was grab the knife.

Thank-you to the nurses for never giving up on me, I've been in so often you make an impact you see.

Thank-you to the nurses for all that you have done, it will stay with me forever, even after this war is won.

[edited by moderator to add spoiler]

Former Member

Really sweet and well written poem @Past User, I like it

Former Member

@kathleen0172 thank-you

planning on doing more in the same layout

Former Member

I want to be free. TW!

You stole my life but I want it back,
You've tormented me ever since the attack,
You looked in my eyes, didn't you see?
A girl so scared, she just wanted to be free,
Now I sit in front of therapists, doctors and nurses,
I let them in and repeat the same verses,
All so they can find out why I self destruct,
From this life, I wish I was plucked,
I try to let death take me away,
You tell me you'll help which is nice but wont sway,
From this life I wish to be free,
I want to run away, just so you won't find me,
Why am I so scared five years on?
If I carry on like this it's obvious you have won,
Well one day I will be free,
And I know that has to start with me,
You do not control me anymore,
So it's time I show you the door,
I want my life back and I want it back now,
For me, my sanity and my future, for this I must vow,
I vow never to hurt myself in that way again,
I vow not to be so scared of men,
What you stole I cannot get back,
But I will not be ruled by the attack,
I want life and I want to be free,
So you can leave and just let me be.

Former Member

The care and compassion I witnessed/experienced on a psych ward is something i'll never forget. Patients are often stigmatized as being dangerous but that's just not true, they are some of the most genuine and caring people I have ever met. these are only a few of the things I have seen.

Things I have seen.

I have seen a man so anxious he was deemed to mad for society,
he drew me the most amazing pictures, he had so much variety,
I have seen a girl so distressed she was seen as a danger
I hugged her and she calmed down, even though she was a stranger,
I have seen girls cry over their plates reaching out to each other,
comforting them through another meal just like a mother,
I have seen men twice my age,
take me under their wing, even when I was in a rage,
I have seen a girl sing and play guitar,
to numb her own pain, she shone bight like a star,
I have seen a nurse break down in tears,
for she couldn't take away the pain held for years,
I have seen a man bring a patient a flower,
for she hated herself so much she couldn't even shower,
I have seen a doctor with all his power,
tell me he used to self harm and was a wallflower
the things I have seen inside these walls,
the kind and compassionate words in the halls,
I will never forget these most genuine friends,
in a psychiatric hospital, where it ends.

Dancer

My poem is called The War Must Continue. In history we had to do a poem or tribute to the soldiers who lost their life in World War One. Possibly triggering.

The guns are banging
The soldiers are crashing
Crashing
Crashing into the mud
There is no time for mourning
No time to lose in the war
The war must continue
Bodies are left behind
All that is found in the end is a skeleton
A skeleton that cannot be named
Everyone at home worrying
Will they come home?
Have they died?
They never will come home
They will be Decomposing in the mud
Decomposing to bones and clothes
To nothing
Poppies grow in place
To show that they gave their today
For our tomorrow
So may all the soldiers rest in peace
Bless all the families who have lost someone
A son
A husband
A brother
A friend
A cousin
Anyone
Thank you for your service

Remember that they shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. Lest we forget. ❤

Distraction

Exhausted.

I feel like an uncomfortable pair of jeans,

I feel tight and moulded,

Forced and controlled.

I feel ignored and tired,

While my impatience grows.

I feel stressed and angry,

Unable to breath,

I feel worn out and ragged as I fall to my knees.

(I'm generally happy just having a moment lol)