Poets Corner

[Guest Muse_Man]

Cool poem there :original:

I wrote one a little while...

Beware

Like a freak accident

waiting to happen

An innocent victim

recounting their past

knocked down by

a sudden blast

Contorted emotions crash

shattering of cut shardes

Minutes to hours pass

eyes red and raw

Body and mind

stripped to the core

Mighty burden released

leaving emptiness

Filling with inner peace

An unexpected relief

Stuart :original:

[Guest resisting slingshot]

Hi,

Heheheheheheheheh, I really like this one, well done. Its great to read stuff you can identify with.

[Guest resisting slingshot]

Hey - Broken Mechanism

He remembers when he locked himself in his room without a key,

Kept him and his hands hidden from view,

Tested the door handle once, twice, ten times, twenty,

Drove himself mad by the unmoving door,

He was sure that the mechanism hadn’t failed him,

So within he sat, looking out of the window,

Into the blue sky and fluffy clouds by day,

Darkness and the odd star by night,

Keeping his arms held in front of himself,

And head staying still,

Watching all, the unmoving hawk,

The chicken at roost.

One day he could not stop trying at the door, to keep himself secure,

Brass rubbed off onto his sterile fingers,

So he slept pushing down the handle, making sure depressed,

And when he woke up the mechanism had broken,

Allowing murky dawn to filter through,

Letting other’s snoring hit his ear,

Brighten the senses,

But the next day it was healed and back shut,

Little knowing that he had seen the outside,

And managed to leave a piece of himself in a bottle,

To be found swiftly and in earnest,

Whilst he could only wait and keep reddened fingers crossed,

And yes, the signal heeded.

Right now he stays in the room,

Still checks at the lock,

But now only before he sleeps,

And that ticking in his head more dim,

Fingertips again of skin,

Even though the door still bars and demands his attention,

Recently, the key was put through the post box.

[Guest swampfox]

I am here with you, do not fear

In the right path you shall steer.

Fear not the thoughts of earthly care.

Be Christ like, My word to your friends you shall share.

Be a light unto the dark

Be a peaceful dolphin where there is a shark.

Fear no thoughts, torture you though they may

For they are falsehoods, where your worries lay.

Give your worries to Me, and Peace be with You.

I will restore you peace anew.

Give Me your troubles, and lay them down.

Forget them at My feet, on the firm ground.

Let my Presence open up your mind

Leaving your troubles far behind.

Your character they do not surely define

For You’re a child of the Lord Divine.

Sing unto Me, oh you earthly men.

Know your thoughts can be stopped with love from heaven.

Doubt not your trust in He who made you.

Trust in Me, for I can restore you.

Tortured you are, I know it so.

But with the tortured my heart and peace go.

I love you child, lift up your head.

Let me be your restoring bread.

Be not depressed, or dismayed at all.

For your ocd will soon fall.

Cope well, and fight hard against this evil demon withal.

And love and peace shall I grant You with my call.

Peace be among you, and take a sigh.

For you, my sons and daughters should not be shy.

Take your worries, and compulsions, and thoughts to Me,

And I can banish them eternally.

If they do not leave immediately, cope well, try techniques, and deep breath

And know your free.

Peace be still the stormy waters, my sun

From your fears you should not run.

Take this sword I give you, and slay your foe

And with peace you shall come, and peace you shall go.

Band together all sufferers of this disorder,

And rush the enemy just across the border.

No longer shall this compulsiveness take hold of you!

Stories shall spread about the foe you slew!

My loved children from all the earth

Slay your foe with the weapon I gave you from birth.

This is your confidence and ever strong will

I know you can make it, and I’ll be here, and your emptiness fill.

[Guest Freeatlast]

Diet Coke and Coffee

A Cigarette or Two

Rain Upon the Window

I Sit and Dream of You

[Guest Psychoanalytix]

Here's one I wrote recently. I'm having a bit of a low period right now but I find writing my thoughts down sometimes helps. I'd love to read other people's poems if you have any.....

Behind the eyes, hidden deep

A simmering cauldron of fitful sleep

Of nightmares and dreams out of sight

Beneath the veil of day and night

The deep abyss where demons lurk

And writhe and slither within the murk

Now and then surfacing near

The regions where the mind can hear

At first a murmur, i start to think

A vile compulsion, black as ink

The day it dawns, dark and grey

An anxious hell, I have to say.

And then it comes, a sickening tide

An inner doubt from deep inside

A seething mass inside my mind

Rational thought, around it winds

I twist and squirm to get away

from the relentless thoughts that plague my day

I battle and strive to see the light

an endless conflict; a futile plight

[cam]

Amazing words, such a lovely poem

Really does sum up how we feel on a daily basis. Thank you for sharing your poem with us

[Guest Psychoanalytix]

thanks Cam - hell of an illness this sometimes.....

[Guest Bewildered]

well done and so true

[Guest Psychoanalytix]

well done and so true

"Be", it's a roller coaster but i've been better today. Thanks for the response. I just wish I could explain this to people outside of ths forum x

[whitebeam]

Hi there,

Your poem really sums up the awful feelings that OCD causes.

I'd love to read other people's poems if you have any.....

There is a poetry thread on this forum. You may need to scroll back a few pages to find it. If you can't find it, let me know and I'll try to give you a link.

Take care :original:

whitebeam

[Guest Psychoanalytix]

Hi there,

Your poem really sums up the awful feelings that OCD causes.

There is a poetry thread on this forum. You may need to scroll back a few pages to find it. If you can't find it, let me know and I'll try to give you a link.

Take care :original:

whitebeam

Hi Whitebeam. Thank you, I'll look it up.

I feel so tired with this cursed flippin illness but its great to hear that other people understand.

x

[Guest mitchhewerfever4]

fantastic poem psychoanalytix!

really sums things up,

do you write many poems?

seems you have a talent

sarah

xx

[Guest Psychoanalytix]

fantastic poem psychoanalytix!

really sums things up,

do you write many poems?

seems you have a talent

sarah

xx

Hi Sarah

Thank you for your kind comments. :blushing:

No I don't write many poems but occassionally I like to put my thoughts down on paper. I find it a strange side effect of OCD that when I'm feeling in despair, I also feel more in touch with certain emotions as I try to battle the onslaught of negativity and pain. I guess in the same way that war poets find creativity through battles and emotional hardship, it some how seems to happen to me in my own little way too.

To say it's a talent is far too flattering though. It's just an outlet for me and it's comforting to know that other people like yourself can identify with the words as it lets me know and hopefully all of us know; that we're not alone in this.

Do you write yourself?

x

[Guest Karley505]

:original:

Hiya everyone, i wrote this poem today, I aimed this poem at children with ocd but it does help me too!

When I go to therapy my therapist often describes the ocd as a parrot, constantly whispering in my ear, the more I ruminate and analyse what it says to me, the more the parrot grows and keeps squarking...when we are beating ocd it squarks unbearably but the longer we starve and dont feed it ( dont do our compulsions, rituals, rumination) eventually it will give up and starve!!

Heres my poem, hope it kinda helps somebody, somehow

This parrot on my shoulder

There’s a parrot on my shoulder

Keeps making me feel bad

This parrot on my shoulder

He keeps me feeling sad

When the day is over, I listen what he speaks

At times I sometimes feed him as he makes me feel so weak

The parrot is quite clever how he tells me what I am

I argue and I listen, just trying to understand

The parrot is a liar, though clever in his ways

And sometimes I believe him and blame myself for days

One day I will defeat him, one day he’ll fly away

Then I wont feel helpless, belittled and afraid

This parrot on my shoulder will keep me in his claws

Until I can ignore and not believe his awful noise

I’ve got the strength here somewhere

One day I’ll make him flee

Only then can I walk onwards and feel happy being me.

Edited October 28, 2008 by Karley505

[Guest andy-wg]

:clapping:

Bravo,

I like it,

Andy...

[Guest anonymous]

That's a lovely poem Karley. :clapping:

[Guest Psychoanalytix]

Hi Karley

Lovely words. It was actually your signature poem that prompted me to contribute.

What a great thread this is. I've only got as far as page 4 and have got to sleep but I look forward to picking it up again tomorrow.

The words, feelings and emotions of all the contributions I've read thus far have been so true but so well put. I've really been moved and uplifted.

x

:clapping:

[Guest Bewildered]

BROKEN

IM LONELY INSIDE ,PULL THE COVERS UP TIGHT

CLOSE THE CURTAINS PLEASE, THERE LETTING IN THE LIGHT

A REMINDER OF THE LIVING, ANOTHER DAY GOES BY

ALL I CAN DO IS LAY HERE AND CRY

PLEASE MAKE IT OVER, MAKE THIS PAIN GO AWAY

I CANT CARRY ON LIKE THIS FOR ANOTHER DAY!!!!!!!!

MAKE IT BE OVER, THIS PAIN IN MY HEAD

WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD, I'D RATHER BE DEAD

2PM AND I'LL MAKE IT THROUGH THE DAY ,

I PROMISE I'LL GET UP WHEN THE THOUGHTS GO AWAY

WHY, OH WHY" PLEASE MAKE IT STOP " I SHOUT.

I CANT LIVE LIKE THIS I NEED TO GET OUT

WHY AM LOCKED IN A LIVING HELL

MY BRAIN IS THE TORTURER, MY BODY THE CELL.

I SHAKE MY HEAD TO MAKE THE THOUGHTS GO AWAY

BUT I FEAR THE WORST- MAYBE THERE HERE TO STAY.

wow

kinda shocking to re- read that nearly 3 years on

[Sarahb]

A Mountain to Climb

A mountain to climb again

A hidden trap to catch me

A dense forest to be lost in

That caught me unawares

The dark, black cloud has returned

Will I ever see the sun again?

I thought I had won this battle

That I was free and strong

How can I disappoint my loved ones

by falling backwards, slipping up?

I can't let this happen. I won't let it happen

I can't let it win

[Guest Harri]

this is called One single Flower and i wrote it 14 years ago and this is the first time i've shown it to anyone, i wrote it during a particularly diffficult part of my life

One single flower given to me

One single love growing inside

One single ring given in promise

One single kiss, the kiss of life

One single flower starting to Bloom

One single heart growing inside

One single person giving a promise

One single gift, the gift of life

One single flower looking so bold

One single life branching in two

One single smile giving a promise

One single song, the song of life

One single flower starting to bow

One single love searching inside

One broken ring breaking a promise

One single kiss, ending a life

One single petal standing alone

One single heart turned into stone

One single person growing so cold

One single end, the end of life.

Edited March 5, 2009 by Harri

[Guest Lilliputtian]

I wish I had the talent to write poetry but I don't. I'm good at writing but for some reason I can't do it in the form of poetry.

There are so many talented people on here. I'm impressed. We should have a section of the site called Poetry Corner.

I agree with Guest_Nichola. Wouldn't it be great to have someone in your life who you can depend on and who won't judge you? Someone you could really talk to who wasn't getting paid to listen. I guess though, realistically, that would be a hell of a burden to lumber another person with.

[Guest Harri]

but if you think about it, we are really lucky, we do have some one to listen, they are on here. there is always someone ready to lend advice or give support, even when they feel down or are having a bad day. I feel so lucky to have found this forum and all the great people on here that have been so fantastic in supporting me, it's like having a world where everyone knows exactly what i mean, never having to say oh you don't understand.

i love everyones poems they are soooo moving.

[Guest Harri]

this poem is about me and my hubby and how he suffers from my ocd and how i respond to it.

Understand

Tell me what's wrong,

Show me your fears,

It's safe, I'll hold your hand.

I'd tell you what's wrong,

I'd show you my fears,

But you simply won't understand.

It's simply not clear,

My minds in a mess,

Nothing is how I planned.

How can you help,

How can you ease it,

When you simply don't understand.

I can write it all down,

I can draw it all out,

I can have it sung in a band.

But the words don't make sense,

And the pictures are blurred,

Of course you don't understand.

I can try to explain,

But the word's aren't enough,

Emotions are taking command.

You'll help and support,

You'll try to be there,

But you simply won't understand.

I don't blame your or hate you,

And I know that it's hard,

And yes, you've taken a stand.

No more reassurance,

But plenty of love,

It's quite difficult to understand.

If you walked I'd not blame you,

But you stay coz you love me,

And I know as you take my hand.

That you'll always be there,

My support when I need it,

Even though you don't understand.

[whitebeam]

Hey Harri, Love the poem :original: