Can you write a poem?.

Lisatho11987777

My heart is heavy
My eyes are sad
I want to be glad

I see you there so torn and forlorn

I want to reach out but I cant reach you seem so out of reach 

I see your smile  I see you cry oh mum I'm so sorry I don't know why 

Your there but your not so what do I do I don't want to lose you but already have 

Dementia dementia you are so cruel there is no way back mum I am sorry but I have your back 

Justcheckingin15

Love it @Sandy_123!!

Justcheckingin15

Enjoyed yours  @lisathomas50

Sandy_123

I'm not a poet and I know it, ha 

onebigvoice

See what happens when you relax and just write.......  Its a kind of relief for me.  So in one big thank you for sharing with me a poem almost as pretty as me.
  No just to say love reading these, keep it up its not restricted to one poem.

leeCal

Mrs Jones take a memo,
Mrs Jones take a memo,
Mrs Jones take a memo,
i love you

there are you sitting on your swivel chair,
doing you nails backcombing your hair,
making out like you just don’t care for me

working here ain’t easy,
i see you everyday
youre always bright and breezy
im always in you way

I had to write a letter
to tell you how I feel
our romance could be better 
if you would only make it real!

Mrs Jones take a memo
Mrs Jones take a memo
Mrs Jones take a memo
i love you

Sandy_123

Love it ?

Sandy_123

I hear a creak and a bang of a door,

I stop,stare and listen for more.

I bravely get up and go to explore,

But all the windows were shut before.

I misplaced my bank card I cannot find,

Looking all over, am I  losing my mind?

I give up and go out without it found,

On my return I see it lying on the ground.

I make a hot  drink and go sit outside,

Under the oak tree by the lawnside.

 uneasy I look towards the window,

Like someone was watching me drink,

Must be my imagination I think.

Expecting guests and cooking away,

I turn round and see a shadow of grey.

I stood and stared and watched it go,

My heart was pounding to and fro. 

onebigvoice

I'm glad to see the poems on here.
It fills me with laughter, merth and cheer
It helps me think of witty thing to write,
to forget the world, with all its strife.
But once I started, I'm soon on my way
to fill the rest of my boaring day,
I could be flying and soring high
I could be just eating a Steak and kidney pie.
I could be painting just like picaso,
who painted what he thought of the world around.
but instead of all of this I am writting here and taking the P***
Now most have put in there own words so carry on and write your own.


by the way its Pain,  Why what did you think it was?
   

Justcheckingin15

@onebigvoice...?

Sandy_123

That last one I did was a true experience, just 1 of many at my home 

Justcheckingin15

@Sandy_123..I could just 'picture' you doing this...as it is very believable.

Geoark

Pain, uh huh, just as I thought
Another score of nought.
To converse in rhyme
Takes too much time
While in thought so deep
I should be asleep.

Thank you my friend
For this new trend
Which I secretly enjoy
Like a child with a new toy.
For it is easy to be creative
When one is so proactive.

The sandman call
The alarm wakes all
So temporary as it may be
Or is it, we shall see
I wish you a good night
For my bed does call before the morning light.

Justcheckingin15

Another good one @Geoark

onebigvoice

@Geoark. like that so much its set me off again.

My Day  ( or Sleep? )

  I think for me, its just another week
Since like you I cannot sleep.
I seem to nod right through the day
So finding sleep, try as I may
That sandman has gone his merry way.
He's with someone else during the night,
I wish that he would see my plight,
I have no trouble with Fibromialgia
To be bright as a button one minute
then lost in a blurr, watching TV down stairs.
But when my head hits that pillow,
My head comes up with all this dribble.
I dont care if bus prices go up,
or what the price of fish is in China   
I don't care if Boris is on holiday
Cos' I've already seen the batte bus.
I'd like to think I could swim again, or run an marathon,
But the body has other ideas,
 which are really not on display.
I've got some hidden illness,
 that most don't understand,
Until it you,
just you
pretend.

     

66Mustang

Ha ha @Carts great poem

Leigh14

@Justcheckingin15, your poem about your Dad was so powerful. Actually brought tears to my eyes. Just WOW!

Jennifer14Owen

I have wrote one
Autumn is a season
which makes things look so beautiful
with the leaves changing colours
autumn can be cold too

Autumn is the season
we are in now
Autumn is a magical time of year

Sandy_123

It is three years you were taken today,

Grew your angel wings and flew away.

I was with you, but you chose to go alone

You left sadness, heartbreak and tears,

But wonderful memories of the years.

I wonder where your spirit does roam,

Are you sitting with me now or at home?

I know you have visited since you went,

I once had a whiff of  your favourite scent.

I hope one day you'll be waiting for me,

For that I can only wait and see.

Justcheckingin15

@Leigh14..Aww..Thank you..It can be easy to write on facts...Glad you enjoyed it..