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 😊

[Cleoriff]

We all have days like that @Mi-Amigo, although I couldn't put it into words or a poem as you do...

[pgn]

Marvellous, the "use the process to write the poem" trick, @Mi-Amigo 📝👍 Love it!

And @Pennywren, your poems need more careful consideration, beautiful but poignant.

Mine? Well, like @Mi-Amigo, I started last night, but gave up on my limerick trio - but a large mug of fresh brewed (decaff now!) coffee and a bowl of cereal this morning did the trick, as you can see.

I used to write regularly on another forum some years back, where several of the regulars would have occasional poetry jousts, to-and-fro for several pages, using the limerick form. Sadly, 17-April-2017 saw one of our number, a grumpy but well-read contributor from the outskirts of Manchester, succumb to a particularly rapid cancer of chest, throat and neck - so the jousts stopped. It's good to be able to flex the rhyming braincells again here, thank you. 😉👍

[Pennywren]

@Mi-Amigo love it how you turned your struggle for inspiration into prose. Words come easier than others at times. 

I guess I'm lucky that I have been able to write what I have written so far with relative ease. Seems to have become easier to put my thoughts into poems rather than try to say how I am honestly feeling. Yes some of my poems could be considered strange but it's how I see and feel things (or don't feel as the case usually is 😅

[Cleoriff]

Slightly off kilter but I think some songwriters are poets.

I would put Bob Dylan in that class and certainly Leonard Cohen. Jim Morrison was a poet before he became a lead singer with the Doors, Joni Mitchell and John Lennon.

She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you’d never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of those words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue

Tangled Up In Blue (Bob Dylan)

Anyway, no wish to take this thread off course but I just thought of that whilst reading some of the poetry here.

[Pennywren]

@Cleoriff loved to read this 😊
Think poetry can take many forms and the way the words are moulded by the creator can influence the outcome. Im sure those words you shared will inspire others

[pgn]

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@Pennywren wrote:
@Cleoriffloved to read this 😊
Think poetry can take many forms and the way the words are moulded by the creator can influence the outcome. Im sure those words you shared will inspire others

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I put a YouTube version of the song here earlier, @Pennywren:

https://community.o2.co.uk/t5/forums/forumtopicprintpage/board-id/50/message-id/218297/print-single-...

[Mi-Amigo]

THE WHITE ROOM

In the White Room, there`s no black chair

Just a screen at which to stare.

Twice a week the voices cry

"Cricket? Golf? Why oh why?"

"Chemistry? Physics? F.G.S"

"Don`t know four, I`ll have to guess"

"The English King is Henry"

"No clue to Geography"

"One is a blooming stinker"

"Well I ain`t got a Thinker"

Pms sent, gifs are posted

Answers given, winners toasted

"Well done all, each and everyone.

Hope you enjoyed it and had fun

And will join again - gee wizz

In the White Room Quiz".

[Remind anyone??] 

[Mi-Amigo]

@Cleoriff

To me, the songwriters you mentioned were poets. Each had a talent for putting thoughts into words which became the anthems of a generation and I was inspired and influenced by them. 

[Pennywren]

@Mi-Amigo lovely words. Paints a lovely picture in my head. 

darkness

There is pain in my heart, 

Where do I start?

I only wanted to help,

You threw that back at me.

It hurt what you said.

I try to help,

You fight me.

This darkness blossoms,

My heart cold.

The ache is real,

You said things,

Things that can't be unsaid.

My blood runs cold.

I care thats who I am

I care too much.

It always bites me somehow. 

At night I feel it keenly 

The darkness on the edge of my mind.

The fear swallow me.

I curl up,

I cry, but you don't care. 

Sorry darker poem. Am hurting 😥

[Cleoriff]

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@Mi-Amigo wrote:

THE WHITE ROOM

In the White Room, there`s no black chair

Just a screen at which to stare.

Twice a week the voices cry

"Cricket? Golf? Why oh why?"

"Chemistry? Physics? F.G.S"

"Don`t know four, I`ll have to guess"

"The English King is Henry"

"No clue to Geography"

"One is a blooming stinker"

"Well I ain`t got a Thinker"

Pms sent, gifs are posted

Answers given, winners toasted

"Well done all, each and everyone.

Hope you enjoyed it and had fun

And will join again - gee wizz

In the White Room Quiz".

[Remind anyone??] 

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@Mi-Amigo 

Excellent. The line highlighted in red is....ME!!