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hey people ^^

i don't know if there's ever been a poetry corner but i thought i'd start one off. IT's a thread where everyone can share their own poetry whether it's good or bad, whether they're happy poems or sad ones.

It's somewhere where you can get feedback as well ^^

EDITED: OR ITS SOMEWHERE U CAN ALSO SHARE YOUR FAVOURITE POETRY WRITTEN BY ANYONE FAMOUS.

so welcome

PS: if you do post a poem make sure you edit the subject box and add your title to your poem.

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i wrote this poem years ago when i was in foster care and my mum had just past away.
(Not all of it rhymes; not all of it makes sense; i just wrote what i wrote)

I AM NOBODY

I’m feeling low, I’m feeling lost
I feel like I’m in a deep black hole.
I feel cold, I feel down
I think I’m mentally going to drown
I hate this feeling I hate myself
I feel useless, I feel alone…

Somedays I wish I could hide away
Sometimes I hope the dark goes grey
Such a day does sometimes come
Shame I don’t feel any love
Something needs to call my bluff
Stop me Quick- I’m in a huff!

Although the sun brights up my door
A darkness always knocks my core
A pain stumbles throughout life
At times I feel it’s time- goodbye!

Wishing I could box me up
Would someone come and lock me up
When I feel as though I’m high and low
Will you give me a piece of luck?
Wondering why people put me down
Why is it I feel I’m below the ground?

This such a shame I’m not up your standards
Too much trouble I’m for you to handle,
Truth and lies begin to spread
Telling you I’m okay when I am not.
Though can’t you see into my eyes?
The truth is right- see in the sight.

Yes you hurt me, I cry inside
You’ll never see the tears I wipe
Yes I’ll hide behind closed doors
Years of perfecting that fake smile, face and all

Emotions is said to make a person weak
Eating me up inside I scream
Everyone has a breaking point
Each part of me has no joy
Either my head begins to pound,
Either way my heart hits the ground

Feeling myself falling to a new time low
Forever striking with another blow
Freedom is one’s wish for me
Finding out it will never be.
Fortune’s fool will pays its price
Forth with life that’s an awful sight

Courage is something I don’t possess
Crying is something that I do best
Could you help stop my pain,
Cure me please of my mental shame?

I sometimes wish I could part with life
Seeing others happy at times makes me cry
At a junction in my life I cannot cross
Will you help me don’t treat me wrong
The hurt and anger I still possess
Years they’ve been ageing in my chest
Every time I get knocked back
Please, Please, Please enough I’ve had

I need someone to help me through
Show me some kindness, love and truth
A talk, a person is all I need,
Will you come and help me please?
Tell me it will be okay.
You might help me get past the days
Even when I feel so down
People friends can help me- turn me around,

Many Thanks to all my family and friends
I dedicate this poem to the ones I’ve loved or hate
You know who you are who have helped me though
You know who you are who have
Hurt, made me bitter and blue!

I’ll try me best to carry on,
Trials and Retributions are not fun
But it’s all to do with one’s person’s life
Have fun I suppose trying to get by
Many Thanks I say again
Writing this poem on paper
Is said to help me with my pain…
Has it helped me I’m not sure?
But I’ve enjoyed writing it so much more
I hope you’ll enjoy reading this
It’s good to it in a happy frame.

Omg! You poor thing! That must have been so terrible for you!! Oh that poem is beautifully written..with such emotions.
Omg I feel so bad now. I hope things are okay for you now ping.
Beautiful poem.
X

Hunter wrote: Omg! You poor thing! That must have been so terrible for you!! Oh that poem is beautifully written..with such emotions.
Omg I feel so bad now. I hope things are okay for you now ping.
Beautiful poem.
X

aww thank you sweetie x

another poem a bit more happier that the last.

MY WALK

I’m walking down a winding road,
The streets are empty,
The air is cold!

I see one man walk his dog,
A couple of cars driving pass.

The wind blows against my face.
Not a sunlight, not a trace! 1
The darkness of the night
Is caving through
The churchyard I’m passing,
Seem gloomy too…

A strand of hair,
Falls in my eye
But still I see a child cry.

It’s getting dark,
It’s getting late.
The air is misty,
It’s getting strange.

The leaves are crumpled
On the floor, they don’t
Seem to be loved no more. 2

I hear a laugh from a group,
The strangest thought
I have is of a time loop…3

The clock of the town hall,
Is high above,
That is why I can’t hear its tock. 4

The lamps are burning bright
Seems to me like a firefly!
I start to cross the road.
A car full of music- on a load. 5

The beeping of the traffic lights,
The Cars begin to stop.
I turn my head, the other way.
I think it’s time; I’ll play it straight!

I continue my journey,
Down the small little road.
I look above me,
The sky seems old.
I turn back for last glance,
It’s dark now,
No birds that sing and dance. 6

♥

Very moving poem. I've never seen one with references before. I see you posted in the depression one as well. Strange I don't know you, but feel like we have so much in common already.

Ok I don't know if this can be called poetry....or called crap But it is something that came to me a few years ago when I was writting for another fandom.

Love is a piece of your heart
That you didn't know was missing
Until you find it


Ok try not to laugh to hard

killjoy wrote:Ok I don't know if this can be called poetry....or called crap But it is something that came to me a few years ago when I was writting for another fandom.

Love is a piece of your heart
That you didn't know was missing
Until you find it


Ok try not to laugh to hard

# aww i wouldn't laugh it's cute.

u know what it reminds me of a HAIKU POEM.

definition of a haiku: an unrhymed Japanese poem recording the essence of a moment keenly perceived, in which nature is linked to human nature. It usually consists of 17 jion (Japanese symbol-sounds). The term is also used for foreign adaptations of the haiku, notably the poems of the imagists. These poems are usually written in three lines of five, seven, and five syllables.

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Omg this is so embaressing for me because I do well cheesy poetry...something very personal to me.
I can write with my eyes closed and I just made this poem within two minutes of soul searching. Lol.

I guess it was hovering about in my mind and please please don't laugh at me.

Here goes nothing...

Belong

Go not I know where,
To stop and stare,
The reflection in the window,
Of me looking low,
The wind howls and the leaves rustle,
Prideful people trying to hustle,
I have no sense of time,
No melody nor no rhyme,
My life is cold and bleak,
I cry as I speak,
I have no identity,
I crave a family,
I want to belong,
To find a place to fit in,
I don't know what's wrong,
Trash piles up in the bin,
Like the questions in my mind,
I am always left behind,
I should stay strong
I want to belong.

Hunter wrote:Belong

wow that was beautiful ^^ actually that was better than mine. it feels and sounds like a poem.
there's such power in it, it's really moving. HUNTER you defantly should write more.