Poetry Corner

[Pennywren]

Hi all.

Encouraged by 2 fab community members to create this new topic. Hope you like.
Thought this could be a nice space to share some of the poems we have written and inspire each other with our creativity. Poems are a way for me to voice whats going on in my head especially when my anxiety has left me feeling somewhat foggy headed.

Hope you enjoy reading and sharing your work.

Pennywren 😊

[Pennywren]

A week for random poetry. Sure im crazy 🤣🤣

Sun breaks through the foggy sky,
Shafts of light peirce the gloom.
Somewhere a robin sings,
Its melody uplifting.
Shake this wool from my head,
Cast aside bad dreams.
Dont let fear win,
Dont let it drown me.
Think of the sun,
Warm and bright.
A sign of things to come.
Even though sleep beckons me,
Back to its snug embrace,
I get up stretch,
The day to face.
Look out the window,
At half light.
Shadowy silhouettes move past,
A magpie, a pigeon.
A pair of green eyes stare back at me,
Hidden in the gloom.
My heart thumps uncomfortably.
Silence except my fear.
No movement now,
Fog mutes all.
The fear of alone sinks in,
Irrational.
Whats lurking in the murk?
Whats watching me?
A brief flash of sun,
I see the eyes:
A cat lazily watching me,
Amused by my half terror.
My heart slows down,
I breathe again.
A cat, i laugh.
Trembling I turn from the window.
I think I need a coffee!

[Cleoriff]

I can relate to that poem @Pennywren. The half light between either dusk or dawn.

This morning in my part of the UK, we have murky fog. No sign of sun. In fact the difference between the last day of February and the 1st March seems a tad grim. No birdsong, just 'muffled' quiet.

[Mi-Amigo]

@Pennywren 

What you described in your last random poem is somewhat similar to what I saw out of my bedroom window when I awoke this morning - the robin, the magpies, [wood]pigeons and a neighbourhood cat looking up  Only wish the sun was breaking through the fog and it was warmer... 

[Pennywren]

Its amazing how simple things like that can connect us even so far apart.
Im glad that I can share my poems here. Its nice to have someone read my random musings.

*longer days*

As the days are getting longer,
The weather getting better,
Maybe there can be hope.
Hope for the future thought to be lost,
Hope for a rise in spirits.
A time of long walks,
Time in the sun.
Of carefree sunny days,
Icecream and summer haze.
Birdsong fills the air,
Lawns carpeted with flowers:
Roses, sweet peas,
Lily of the valley and anemones too.
The hedgerows bursting with life,
The verges a tapestry of colour.
Things seem brighter on a summer's day,
The colours richer,
The sounds more musical.
Let the sun lift up your spirits,
Let it chase away the shadows of the heart.

[Mi-Amigo]

@Pennywren 

I`m definitely looking forward to days like those you described in your "Longer Days" poem.

You`re right. The poems in Poetry Corner are a nice connection no matter where those reading them are. I so enjoy reading them and "thank you" for sharing your "random musings".   

[Cleoriff]

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@Pennywren wrote:
Its amazing how simple things like that can connect us even so far apart.
Im glad that I can share my poems here. Its nice to have someone read my random musings.

*longer days*

As the days are getting longer,
The weather getting better,
Maybe there can be hope.
Hope for the future thought to be lost,
Hope for a rise in spirits.
A time of long walks,
Time in the sun.
Of carefree sunny days,
Icecream and summer haze.
Birdsong fills the air,
Lawns carpeted with flowers:
Roses, sweet peas,
Lily of the valley and anemones too.
The hedgerows bursting with life,
The verges a tapestry of colour.
Things seem brighter on a summer's day,
The colours richer,
The sounds more musical.
Let the sun lift up your spirits,
Let it chase away the shadows of the heart.

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This is one of those poems to really raise my spirits @Pennywren.

I can't wait for longer days. Hearing the birdsong when I wake. Sitting outside with my first cup of tea of the day. Windows open, fresh air, washing drying on the line, the smell of newly mown grass.

Little things but bright things.

[Pennywren]

Poems can take many forms for me.

Some good others not so good. A way to speak when my head feels all over the place. So apologies in advance for this one. 

me

Im a shy kind of girl,
In a big wide world.
Im nobody special,
Im just me.
Im nothing exciting,
I try to be me.
Can’t connect with others.
Feel lost in my life.
Dont belong anywhere,
Just a guest,
A wallflower in a vibrant world.
Left broken by bullies,
Wish I was strong.
Try to be me,
Not good enough.
I try to be somebody,
Not good enough.
Too many lies have become my truth:
Nobody important,
Nothing special about me.
I will hold on,
But have no fight in me

[Anonymous]

I love your poetry @Pennywren 

The way of connectivity you create with us

Your poem 'me' I can particularly relate to

Thank you for sharing your poems with us. 

[Pennywren]

I wrote this poem for a friend who I used to share poems with and have a good old natter. Sadly have not heard from them lately and am kind of worried about them...

Appreciate your words,
All life is strange:
Yours, mine, theirs.
Have to embrace the strange.
Normal was left at the wayside.
Your words create stories,
Near, far, unknown.
Just be you,
Thats what matters.
Share your poems,
I share mine.
Creativity bouncing of each other.

[Pennywren]

Timeless

Time does drag,
I watch the clock,
Unaware what’s going on.
The second hand shudders.
An attempted tick,
But no tock.
I stare in disbelief.
All things have stopped,
The silence eerie and pressing.
No traffic,
No birdsong,
No movement all around.
Mesmerised I stare in wonderment,
At the stillness all around.
Just now a storm in full flow,
Was pounding on the ground.
But now each raindrop,
Suspended, frozen in time.
The light catches each drop,
Sending a myriad of colours,
Dancing in the light.
A raindrop, frozen as it touched the ground,
Seemingly solid, immovable.
It’s crystalline delight pleases the eye.
If I touch something will it break,
Shatter to a million pieces?
Will time restart or am I lost,
Alone in the time stopped world.