Poetry Only?

[Quiet-Lift]

Mirry...very true. Perhaps the debilitating conditions so many of us experience actually have a hidden, useful purpose. An awareness of how precious life is and the realisation that no one is immune from some form of suffering.

Darkangel...agreed. It's always best to assume there is light at the end of the tunnel and if it vanishes it's because we've come to a bend and can no longer see it.
A depressive would say the light is that of an oncoming train!
But there is always a bolt-hole in a sidewall for avoiding that...

All the best...

[Quiet-Lift]

Hi...eveybody. I started this thread so I'd better do my bit....

Please tell me how to wait...
It's the way I gulp my tea so anxiously
And try my best to look alive for the sake of appearances
For this is another day of anguish suppressed
And I have failed to test myself again.

So sad and lonely I am...
Some sympathy would be more welcome than derision for this admission
But more than that, some wise and thoughtful advice
Not the 'snap out of it' and 'pull yourself together' kind...
Now that would be nice.

How selfish must I be?
Forgetting those who have taken the trouble to stay
Giving their time for a friendly exchange
I ask for too much and turn my back
It's only my demon's who make me behave in this way.

Forgive me for running away from the light
Knowing that life must mean work of a kind
Not lofty ideals and wishful dreams
But a steady ascent for a worthy reward
To be fruitfully occupied and not feeling bored.

It's a bit personal and not a little obscure but may blessings fall upon you for reading it all...

Best wishes

[Bill]

I used to write a lot of poetry which I now keep in a folder. I keep meaning to submit some to Nicola. This is one of the few I have loaded so it's really more of an example which hopefully you'll like. Sorry about the variation in colour!

My Rose

If I could find the right words, I'd tell you how much you mean to me,
How few people there are like you in this world, this deep blue sea,
Suffering alone is so hard, yet made so easy with a friend like thee,
Each day so long, an endless struggle to survive, to live and be,

If I could do the right things, I'd bring all life's pleasures to you,
For that is the very least I would want to do,
You are so precious, a sparkling gem of lilac blue,
A glowing green pasture of glittering droplets of dew,

If I could bring you happiness and pure joy beyond your wildest dreams,
I would fly to the ends of the universe to shine them to you in golden beams,
Then shower you with light in rods with ribbons in gleaming reams,
That would fill you with love to show how much to me you mean,

If I could make and do all these things for you, I would be happy indeed,
To plant such pleasures to grow and flourish from seed,
For you are such a flower, a wondrous rose in a garden of weeds,
That should be loved and cherished for all eternity.

[mirry]

great poetry .
Any more ?

[Bill]

I need to sort mine out but here's one more which is anxiety related.

A beautiful rose in need

A beautiful rose swaying in the warm breeze,
Her petals glisten surrounded by hovering honeybees,
Attracted to her lure, by her sweet scented pollen so pure,
Blown on the summers air, from a pristine rose so rare,

Protected by her thorns, she stands alone safe from harm,
Yet wanting to be held and loved, she still emits her charm,
Afraid of being picked, to be left and discarded,
Her army of comforting bees ensure she is guarded,

Standing in solitude in her garden of high fences,
With the hot sun bearing down creating duress,
Waiting for relief from a cloudburst of rain,
To freshen her glossy leaves to ease her pain,

This attractive rose so trapped and in need,
That should be loved and cherished so that she may be free,
For all her many virtues and glowing sincerity,
No rose deserves more for her kindness and empathy.

[Bill]

Mirry, I'll post one more but I'll be sending others to Nicola for the poetry section as there's probably too many for here. Just so you know in case you'd like to read them.

Living in a lonely world – by Bill

A budding rose tentatively opens in a cold world,
Unsure in the environment if it’s safe to unfurl,
A buzzing honeybee hovers hurriedly by,
Nervously looking for a place to hide,

Flitting birds anxiously flock across the sky,
Eyes constantly scanning the ground as they fly,
A troubled hedgehog scampers across the lawn,
Attempting to find the comfort received when born,

Horses neigh as they uneasily graze,
Galloping around agitated as if afraid,
A mouse with whiskers tensely twitching,
Hiding from the cat that coldly stares whilst sitting,

In a hostile world where we live in fear,
With rivers streaming to lakes of tears,
People cocooned in the safety of their shells,
Avoiding the daily torments of the outside hell,

All hoping to find a comfort they seek,
When all around is dark and bleak,
Surrounded by silence in a lonely bed,
Tortured anxious thoughts within their head,

Trapped by feelings of frailty,
In a world covered with fields of beauty,
So desperately craving support by their side,
Vulnerable and alone whilst creatures hurry by,
Needing love, a simple hug, yet so elusive to find!