hi scars
i dabble a bit on the writing front too as it helps us express what we can not say out loud
i have just read these and wanted to say thank you for sharing them. i find them to be so very expressive in many ways and on many levels

pings x

Very sorry had to delete poem personal reasons

Take care and keep writing scars x

Lovely Pings xx

Scars
These are beautiful poems. You have
a real talent there.

There's more, but would love to hear from others.

I Wasn't To Blame


Hugging me tightly
My head hanging low
I don't want to be here
I don't want to go
A brick wall surrounds me
Keeping me safe
No one can find me
In my secret place
To scared to face
All the hurt and the shame
But therapy has taught me
I wasn't to blame

Luc and scars these are fantastic you lever poetic souls xx

Luc, more, more!

Remember it does not just have to be poetry, any sort of writing that has meaning.

It's lovely to read these - thanks Scars and Pings and Lucina. I didn't get to read yours Pingu but glad you shared it anyway. I probably won't be able to leave this up for too long, maybe a couple of days...

xxxxx

Jones, thanks for contributing. Moving.

Thanks Scars. Hope you keep posting these pieces, they are very evocative.

(((((Popples))))) xx

Just wanted to say I love the idea and I love the poems! I have so many poems that I would love to share on here except for one thing...somewhere deep down inside I wanted to publish them one day, and if I have written them all over the internet, I'm not sure if I could? Then there is another fear - I've not shared them with family or friends...shock of all shocks if they ever read them! So I will enjoy reading all of your's because I do love poetry, but I'm too nervous to put any of my own up.

B2W

THE STORY TOLD BY MEN


"Tell me the purpose

of pain,"

said the student

to the teacher.

"Tell me, does God know?"

asked the children

to the preacher.

But neither knew

the others reply-

and God remained mute

as they each asked 'Why?'

They repeated the question

again and again-

Looking to the heavens

as they each asked 'When?'

Their rage grew

and the earth rocked

because the people

felt they had been mocked-

Mocked by the One

who had created them-

(at least that's the story

told by men)

So, still they wait

in an incensed state

wondering if the

answer lies with fate-


TAS

There have been many of you who have been so encouraging when I or any of us have been struggling...

I love to write and want to share my poetry and writing...to encourage others and also, in a way, to give back.

If we want to use anothers writing...to share on another forum or just simply to share...how does one do that?

Maybe we could PM each other if there is anything we would like to use

Does anyone have any other thoughts on this? This is a great supportive community and being here for each other is very important.

All the best,
T.

One more, just for Sunday


THE BRIDGE


'You didn't do enough-

You didn't say enough-

You didn't give enough-'

"I gave all I could,"

was the reply-

"More than anyone

ever should-"

These words silenced the jury

who judged the years

while they witnessed

the fury

wrapped in tears-

So much so they left

their seat-

As they locked their arms

against defeat.

They took the planks

of silent strength

and built a bridge

to go any length-

It reached to all

no matter the rank-

From those in the ship

to those on the bank-

From those who rise

to those who fall-

From those who have nothing

To those who have all-

We meet ourselves

along the way

No longer judging

what others may

We stand up tall

from anothers strength

as we travel the bridge

to go any length.


TAS

Thanks Tas, I was getting a bit disheartened that no one else was writing.

Just wanted to say, I finally overpowered my curious anxiety to read this thread and really enjoyed your writing. Thanks for sharing. Sorry I am too much of a chicken to share mine so publicly. Maybe by PM or chat some time if anyone is ever interested. Keep posting! I like to read and poetry is just the right size for me to pursue with a constantly interrupting four-year-old.

Thanks popps, need all the encouregement xxxx

I've just caught up with this thread again. Wow, what talent there is here!!

Scarzee, your poem 'NEED' was beautifully said and quite moving.

They're all great to read.

sorry everyone but if no one else is going to join in then...... we might as well forget this one.

i'm sorry i'm not sure how long i'll keep this up...

This

this is not my body
this useless lump that i carry around
how did it get here? it doesn't belong to me...
i'm rejecting it like a donor organ
full of holes and abused
by someone else.
the pain
vaguely familiar
like the insistent itch of a phantom limb,
the shame
i wish i could carve out like a tumour
before it spreads like a deadly disease.

my body knows all that my lobotimized mind forgot.

______________________________

It

it balloons out from inside of me
taking over everything
pushing everyone aside
colouring my soul
in darkness and suffering.

this vortex of hate
is it vengeful beast
or tortured little creature trying to escape?
will it swallow me whole
or is it too late, i speak from within its hungry vault?

i can't see beyond it
i can't see what caused it
what was
my deadly mistake
that you won't forgive?

the numbness
like soft snow stills me
after the storm.
the holes get filled again
her cries muffled and weak
i put her to sleep
sedate her with promises she doesn't believe...


____________________________________________

There

there were flowers of betrayal inside me
the day i split in two


to make the depth in my eyes like a mirror
i had to fold myself, like a page,
in two

Puppet

thank you scars!
keep writing, lots of people read here, just some are shy at writing too.

puppet

I withdrew all mine in a fit of I don't know what, I like to read as well, but if there is nothing to read then what is the point. People put their writing up then take it away within hours and I just don't get it.

Wondering, mind wandering. Nothing unusual there

The hand outstretched in hope

No fingers in mine today; no-one to hold

No mail, no message, no call,

Is anyone there at all?

An empty sort of calm is this

It doesn’t hurt, but it does somehow

Disconnected like redundant junk

Watching the screen, watching the clock, watching the phone

Nothing. Disconnected.

Mind still wandering.

Wondering if one day my time will come.

thank you for sharing AV! i'm impressed by all the poets here!

puppet