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    I don't know if I'm the only one but I absolutely love writing poetry. It really helped me get through some difficult times, like when I lost my Nan. So I was just wondering if anyone else likes writing poetry and if you want to share it here, feel free! Here's one of mine ....

    In my rose garden of memories
    I see you standing there
    An angel in disguise
    Who taught me how to care
    I want to hear your voice
    For real not in my dreams
    I miss you so much these days
    How empty my world seems
    The emptiness I'm feeling now
    Is strong and I am weak
    These days that go by with out you
    So dreary and bleak
    In my rose garden of memories
    I know you will always be
    Although you are gone
    From this world
    In my heart you'll always be



    I'm looking forward to reading yours!

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    People not believing in you doesn't mean you can't achieve it. Where the most inspirational spirit lies is within you; believe in yourself even when everybody else doesn't!

    Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land among the stars...

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    This is one that I wrote for my Nan's funeral. Bare in mind I was 14 at the time hence why it's not very good

    To my dearest darling Nan
    Up in heaven high above
    I know today your with us all
    And sending all your love
    Today we all remember you
    And say one last goodbye
    Celebrate the life you've had
    And maybe have a cry
    You'll never be forgotten Nan
    I'll close my eyes and see
    Your smiling face and feel your love
    And you'll be close to me
    You had such a long life
    So many have so less
    It was your time, the angels came
    And placed you with the best
    So dear Nan up above
    Although you are no longer here
    In my heart is where I'll keep you
    Forever you'll be near


    Please feel free to share yours too. They don't have to be depressing like mine lol
    People not believing in you doesn't mean you can't achieve it. Where the most inspirational spirit lies is within you; believe in yourself even when everybody else doesn't!

    Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land among the stars...

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    • #3
      Becki, foolishly believing I was a good poet, asked me to post this poem I wrote back in 2008, after an earthquake struck England in the middle of the night.

      Even if your poetry is rubbish, surely you can write something better than what I have written, so get writing and posting.

      I have opted to post an extractand I explain why in the paragraphs after the extract.

      ----------

      Was it a tremor or an earthquake?
      Did I tremble as I felt my flat shake?
      Did you even know I still live in a flat?
      Because it must be ages since we last had a chat.

      Do you remember our last chat? What did we say?
      I don?t know when we?ll talk again; I bet it won?t be today.
      And if we do talk what will we talk about?
      Shall we talk about the earthquake? Did it freak you out?

      I wonder if you?ll want to know what?s happened in my life.
      And if I tell you, will it stay in your mind?
      Even if you ask I know you won?t want to know,
      If you did, you would have asked many days ago.

      Why should the earth influence when we say hello?
      I bet it?s not like that for everybody you know.
      With other people you have regular conversations,
      Meanwhile I?m waiting in anticipation.

      But why am I waiting? What am I waiting for?
      I don?t care if I never talk to you any more.
      Why did the earth moving make me think my life would change?
      For when the earth stopped moving, nothing was rearranged.

      Here in my flat I sit on my own,
      Writing this poem in which I moan.

      ----------

      Though I remember writing the poem, and remember the subject of the poem, I do not remember writing the graphic parts that follow the last line I posted.

      The poem is basically about family members who seem more interested in you around Christmas, then you never hear from them throughut the year even though you're supposed to be close.

      The graphic parts are basically about self-harm and death. I thought they could be triggering to some users and it would be insensitive to post them so I didn't post them. When I wrote those verses, I had not been involved in helping people who self-harm or have suicidal thoughts. I had little understanding of, experience of, or interest in those people. I have not self-harmed or attempted suicide before. I don't recall feeling as negatively as those verses indicate, or wanting to express myself in that way. It surprises me that I would write verses like the verses I haven't posted, however, I did write them, and at the time, I must have wanted to write them. I must have felt emotions that I thought were accurately articulated in that poetry.

      Basically, I've just had a "did I really write that?" moment, the sort of moment an adult might have when discovering what they wrote when they were a child. I was 21.
      This post was written at the untidy desk by WayneS, moderator of the Gobaith, Cariad a Gwenu General Chat for over half of Elleloveschocolate's life. Named by Hannah, it is the world where you can be like our best singer Louisa, our best dancer Emi, and the amazingly awesome Amy, by discussing what interests you on alternate Thursday evenings between 8 and 9:30.

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      • #4
        Love these! ^ I'll be adding one to this shortly, been feeling the urge to get back in to writing lately.
        "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
        "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
        "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
        "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

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        • #5
          Hey all,

          I just started a thread for poems without seeing this one, so Ill repost mine here and keep this one at the top

          It was nice to be wanted for a while.
          Excitement burst
          The beginning had no middle, the end.

          She missed me more, sent a smiley face
          Hold on, let go, round and round.
          Master her, no, master myself.

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          • #6
            Love reading other peoples poems. Thanks guys
            People not believing in you doesn't mean you can't achieve it. Where the most inspirational spirit lies is within you; believe in yourself even when everybody else doesn't!

            Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land among the stars...

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            • #7


              So after my grandad passed, I went round to see my nana and she told me to read this, I didn't understand it at first. My Nana then asked my uncle to read it at my grandad's funeral, when I heard my uncle read it out, I understood then.
              As said by Waynester Pickle - "Hann's Law, which states washing up must be done before 8:30" 22/12/14

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              • #8
                Originally posted by Hannisnotonfire View Post


                So after my grandad passed, I went round to see my nana and she told me to read this, I didn't understand it at first. My Nana then asked my uncle to read it at my grandad's funeral, when I heard my uncle read it out, I understood then.
                Thanks so much for sharing this Hann, it's really moving.

                Another poem I find helpful to read when you feel grief for a loved one is Stop The Clocks - by W H Auden

                http://homepages.wmich.edu/~cooneys/...uden.stop.html
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                • #9
                  Fire courses through my veins,
                  It's not just scalding my skin,
                  It touches the very core of my heart.

                  Trepidation races through my body,
                  A race against time.
                  Will my redemption reach me first?

                  A lone tear filled with dying hope leaks through my lashes.
                  I guess that,
                  Despite my attempts not to,
                  I've stopped trying to delay the inevitable.

                  A scream rips through the blanket that had coated this silent night.
                  The pain is unforgiving...
                  Unreal.

                  Finally,
                  I succumb to the call of darkness.
                  It's time.

                  That's one of mine. Not very good, but touches close to home. Also, all your poems are amazing@

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Elena12 View Post
                    Fire courses through my veins,
                    It's not just scalding my skin,
                    It touches the very core of my heart.

                    Trepidation races through my body,
                    A race against time.
                    Will my redemption reach me first?

                    A lone tear filled with dying hope leaks through my lashes.
                    I guess that,
                    Despite my attempts not to,
                    I've stopped trying to delay the inevitable.

                    A scream rips through the blanket that had coated this silent night.
                    The pain is unforgiving...
                    Unreal.

                    Finally,
                    I succumb to the call of darkness.
                    It's time.

                    That's one of mine. Not very good, but touches close to home. Also, all your poems are amazing@
                    Good poem Elena

                    I would love to write poetry, I've tried but it's not as easy as it seems ......

                    Here's a poem I did write about 6 months ago (based on how I was feeling about a negative experience of mine):

                    Feeling low,
                    Nowhere to go,
                    I go on,
                    Lots of hiding people,
                    Just like me.

                    Feeling low,
                    That's where I go,
                    We are all there for each other,
                    All frightened,
                    Just like me.

                    Then one day,
                    You are there for me,
                    I don't know what to say,
                    You are there to help me,
                    I'm there for you every day.

                    Another day,
                    I confide in you,
                    Without thinking it through,
                    I tell you my deepest secrets,
                    Hoping to feel less alone.

                    But...
                    You blame me,
                    I don't know what I've done wrong,
                    You destroy me,
                    It's all my fault so you say,
                    You leave me hurt, confused, upset.

                    I feel destroyed,
                    Feeling more low than ever,
                    How could you do this to me?

                    All I ask is that you stop playing mind games with me!
                    Wishing you a Magical Christmas

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                    • #11
                      Someone, please .........,
                      Take these emotions away,
                      I can no longer deal with the pain.
                      To be gone today,
                      As I have nothing to gain!
                      Wishing you a Magical Christmas

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                      • #12
                        Pain, please go away,
                        I don't want to see you another day.
                        You tear me apart,
                        Break me down,
                        And worst of all make life a misery!
                        If only I could depart,
                        It wouldn't be so hard,
                        For I just can't seem to turn my life around.
                        Wishing you a Magical Christmas

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                        • #13
                          Battles of my mind

                          "Listen to me,
                          There's nothing to gain,
                          I can set you free,
                          End all your pain.

                          No, listen to me,
                          It's not the end,
                          Just let yourself be,
                          With time you can mend. "
                          Wishing you a Magical Christmas

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                          • #14
                            Love these, apandav. Can really feel the personal and emotional weight behind what you write.

                            Nice to see you keeping this thread updated - do continue if you have more to share.
                            Taking care of yourself takes care of more than just yourself.

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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by Mike View Post
                              Love these, apandav. Can really feel the personal and emotional weight behind what you write.

                              Nice to see you keeping this thread updated - do continue if you have more to share.
                              Thank you Mike. I wrote these poems at times I've been struggling emotionally and they describe how I feel in a poetic way. They help me release my emotions but in doing it in a poetic way it can feel more powerful and it can lessen the pain a bit.
                              Wishing you a Magical Christmas

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