Can you write a poem?.
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onebigvoice said:I wrote this poem around a year ago hope you like this:
Poem to Boris and his people. ( 2020 the terrible year )
I have been on lockdown since February past
Cos Boris caught this bug, and just said that this would pass.
It started off in China, so that’s what I’ve been told
They called it Corvid-19, its just like a common cold.
when it started killing people, the world could not believe
that one day soon it would come knocking, for others to receive.
They said you might get a temperature, or a runny nose,
may feel a little headache, or so the story goes.
But when it went to other places, the whole world gave a gasp
I think this Corvid-19 has come here and bit us on the ****.
we were a bit slow acting on what the experts said
and the only instructions they could give, was just go back to bed.
now we are in this lock down, almost 4 months have gone by
the kids are still home from school, there class work, is by the by
work is just a memory, of some thing that we did
to fill the time till pay day, and the bank says its O K
during the day the government, says that it will help
all its fellow citizens, yes help them on their way.
we now find food banks are needed, more than ever before
but who is going to donate, we are stuck behind closed doors.
I haven’t seen my family, or my friends next door
Or that man, from down the street, that helped us once before.
My car might well be the biggest, plant pot in the world
Since the runner beans and Snails have gone further than those 4 wheels
They say we are coming out of lock down and started opening shops
and also allowed the airlines, to take us far away.
But here in Wales the lockdown is still very much on
and tried to go to Barry Island the other week and even Cefn onn
The police were out in force and stopped us in our tracks
and asked us where we were from, so thinking of some where,
so I said, I’m from Penarth and not much further on.
OH please don’t ask me where to, cos my mind had gone a blank
And thought well this is it, yet said, and me and let us carry on.
I don’t think I could take much more, of experts telling me what to do
and the running round the country side, oh yes, this is not for you
The motorways were empty, because most had stayed at home
people that came out at Easter, were certainly not from WALES.
So when the government say, stay at home, I thought that it meant all
not the select few, who listen and learn when Welsh M P’s tell us ALL.
The moral of the story was to protect the NHS, and all those unsung hero's
who became the best of the best, they risked everything just to keep us safe,
YES I’m asking have you guessed, I’m talking, very special people who work in the NHS.
When Dominic Cummings decided, to take a little trip,
you have to realise, he thought he would not be missed
But when he got to the castle his face was seen, hiding in the trees.
He said he did not see the problems it would cause
well he wouldn’t would he, he said he had sore eyes.
He said his family caught the bug, that killed so many now
and as a father panicked and decided, I’m off now
he took his family a 100 miles up the road, to his parents house
to let his cousins give the specialist help, that was really just up the road.
He took a risk in thinking, that the NHS were not good enough
when weighing up the risk, that this support his government gives
but when you think his title is Medical ADVISER,
who advised Boris and the rest of us about a travel BAN.
He put a ban on Travel, well for all the rest,
and told us to stay at home and contact the NHS
Boris stood at his podium and said, Look its not very safe,
and did the same as Cummings, in visiting another place.
They are not the only ones, to break those simple rules
especially since he had also closed all the elementary schools.
They did a total shut down, but by now it was to late,
thousands died, before they decided to closed the travel gate.
The way things are going, and the numbers now out of work
since company’s are folding, the chancellors budget had better work
You can’t keep taxing people that do not earn, for mistakes that you made
Cos the chancellor says, tax is pay as you earn.
I am going to be a good boy and not print out this poem
and just enjoy the time at home, during this big lock down.
All you have to remember, that we are making history here
and in 30 years when I’m not around, 2020 was that terrible year.
David Simpson.
I have another one that amused me at the time and will post it on another post.
@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 Fibromyalgia
To be bright as a button one minute
then lost in a blur, watching TV down stairs.
But when my head hits that pillow,
My head comes up with all this dribble.
I don't 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 battle 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.
Both still relevant even now......
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This is a link of my daughter and kids over the park in the leaves. Spent a few hours away from everything and gathered leaves to burry the kids when playing hide and seek.
A great stress relief day, thinking about the Autumn poems already written here.
Battery's now charged.
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The link doesn't work for me.
I've spent last hour reading Shakespeare sonnets. Quite interesting.0 -
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A winters poem
The days are short and darkness longer
The air is cold and the wind is stronger
The rain thrashes and snow drops flutter
Starting off light and then in a cluster
The streets are all dark, no one is out
Their lights are all on illuminating the house
The curtains are closed, the heating on
An old knitted blanket that weighs a ton.
Some trees are naked no leaves to ware
No pretty colours just empty and bare
They are dormant like in a long sleep
Standing high in the sky line tall and steep.
The squirrel has his cozy warm drey
You will only see him out in the day
Although not often that he will appear
Just to find what food he's buried near
Some birds do leave for warmer air
Mainly to get a good meal or two there
Some stay on here and rough it out
Eating the berries, seeds, worms about.
Us humans do the same as them birds
We go to warmer air abroad or stick it out
Hot tasty stews and roasts, curry too
That's just a start, to name a few
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Love it @Sandy_1231
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fahmida45 said:I can’t write poetry but really enjoyed reading the members poems here. I hope to see more talent here at Scope.
I think that you are brilliant for writing a post on here
but just write what you think, and post it all on here,
It doesn't have to make a rhyme, or make a lot of sense
But to you and what you write, just put it chapter and verse.
Just think of a subject, like cold or winter snow
Or that day with the family, on the beach,
Flying the kite you just made,
you spent hours trying to make it fly,
but that's the fun of making it, two sticks, some brown paper and a load of string.
So come on what did you do yesterday, that made you laugh in tears,
because poetry is a release for a few minutes that would last for years.
I asked google for a random word, which you had to make into a sentence,
but it had to start with: I took my mum shopping the other day...
I've never laughed so much, so challenge a friend, and when you've finished give them a Cwtch.
so now I've started just give it a go,
and who knows, you may find you enjoy the writing
and contribute a poem that others can relate to and enjoy.
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Anxiously, I pace my room, wheels leaving tracks,
Nervously, I tap a beat, tinny, quiet and fluttering,
Xanthic eyes threatening to spill,
Ignominious insecurities running rampant and unfiltered,
Emboldened thoughts clamouring to prove them right,
Tightly wound, the words coil and strangle,
Yearning, I still, and close my eyes, forever wishing to be free.3 -
Hi everyone,
Thank you for sharing your poems they are really good. I believe anyone can write a poem because it is unique to them, to how they experience a particular thing whether that be practically, emotionally or in any other way. I used to write poems but not so much now. Thank you.2 -
Here's one I wrote a few years ago. We had just received the news from our area manager that the tenants in the flat above us would not be getting evicted because the judge thought they were remorseful and hadn't realised how much distress they were causing. It took nearly 2 more years before they eventually were evicted. In the meantime, my husband and I had moved, leaving them to tourment some other poor sods . . . I was at the end of my tether and this rather long poem helped me vent at least some of my frustration with the 'system'.
To the Judge
To the Judge who ruled my neighbours
deserved a stay of execution -
did you not consider how I feel
about their constant noise pollution?
Their alarm clock wakes me at 06.30
and it's not silenced to well after 9.
They don't seem to have any door handles
'cause they're slamming them all the time.
They'll come home at 2 in the morning -
I can hear them already outside.
Shouting like they're at a concert,
using language I just can't abide.
Their intercom (apparently) is broken
so they yell for access instead.
They don't seem to care what the time is
or if the whole neighbourhood is in bed.
Or the door just gets ragged from its magnet
and allowed to slam shut on its own.
Their conversations echo in the stairwell -
quite obnoxious, high volume, vial tone.
Footsteps can be heard quite clearly
as their heals pound down on the floor
and I physically brace myself, ready
for the slam and bang of their door.
I've considered going up in my PJ’s,
my slippers and dressing gown.
But is it wise to tell drunk, drugged up people
to keep their noise levels down?
To the Judge who decided my neighbours
were able to toe the line -
do you know they've had final warnings,
time after time after time?
Their friends are equally noisy
and just as antisocial, too.
The one time I asked them to be quiet
I was told to 'F@*% off' and 'F@*% you!'
Drugs are delivered 'most daily
dealers honking their horns right outside.
The exchange is done in the open, quite blatant,
no attempt at all made to hide.
Violent arguments usually follow
and continue well into the night.
Can't remember the last time I slept
undisturbed by them through 'till daylight.
Their rubbish goes out of the window
and has blown on the wind into mine!
Drop their rubbish wherever they’re standing
is littering not a fine-able crime?
The police come a knocking most weeks -
my neighbours nowhere to be found.
I shouldn't complain though, 'cause really,
it's they only time they don't make a sound.
As soon as the cops are done braying
and shouting: “Police! Open the door!”
They return to their usual behaviour -
not sure I can cope with much more!
To the Judge who thought that my neighbours
were entitled to sit tight and stay put -
did you know I have got fibromyalgia?
If you don't know what that is, look it up!
The list of my symptoms seems endless
and many things I once really enjoyed
are either just simply not possible
or just get me really annoyed.
Like knitting and doing jigsaw puzzles
if my hands would give me a half chance.
Before my legs became utterly useless
I loved running and going out for a dance.
My brain has three modes now – none pretty -
there's auto-drive, strand-by and stop.
The rare moments I manage to think straight
and upstairs turns into a grogshop.
I know I am sensitive to noise,
but make no mistake – they are noisy.
When family and friends come to visit,
they say that the noise drives them crazy!
Used to sleep like a slough on barbiturates
getting plenty of replenishing sleep
now I'm lucky if I feel even drowsy
after counting to 10,000 sheep!
So when I feel sleepy, start nodding
the last thing I need is upstairs
shouting and swearing and banging
like the whole block is no one's but theirs!
To the Judge who offered my neighbours
a chance to do ‘neighbourly’ right -
do you know they just can't help,
but be noisy, get high and fight?
Did you ask how others are affected
by our neighbours lack of respect?
Well let me give you my answers
though most of these, you should expect!
How do you think I cope
when they are violent towards each other?
I hide like a scared little child,
protected only by my duvet cover.
What do you imagine I do
when their swearing offends my ears?
I rock back and forth in my chair,
trying desperately to shake off my fears.
How high do you think I jump
when they slam and bang a door?
I can tell you I feel closer
to the ceiling than the floor
How safe do you think I feel
in this flat I call my home?
No safer than outside
when it's dark and I'm all alone.
Why didn't you ever ask me
how often they crossed the line?
And who gave you the right to determine
their needs are greater than mine?
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Hi @euro, absolutely brilliant in every way. I think everyone can understand or know someone who this has happened to, my self included.
What about a new poem request as we are now on the last legs towards Christmas, and poems Christmas related?
Please don't stop writing about other things as well as I love them...
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Thank you @Teddybear12, @onebigvoice and @Sandy_123
I find the poems I have written whilst feeling vulnerable in some way have really helped me express myself. 'Poetic license' feels safer than saying or 'just' writing down what I think or feel.2 -
Just a poem about Christmas.
Christmas Cheer.
Christmas time is here again,
The adverts have all started
That toy or doll you always wanted
now on sale, discounted, just ask for it.
I have to be nice to mum and dad
To wake up with that luck bag,
If I play my cards right, I might even go for two
But just in case, I need a contingency plan.
I’ve dropped loads of hints, that my computer stinks
with notes about computing,
and how slow mine is,
their certainly not disputing?
They walked me round a store last week.
They said, to take a look,
and see what’s on the market
What’s any better than mine.
Well after a wait of three weeks,
Santa finally come,
and run down two flights of stairs,
to be met with a cheery greet.
I’ve got you that I pad,
as I saw the notes you left
But thought it a strange request
As I though you wanted a computer?
Now my dad is not very technical and that box was awful light.
But not to be ungrateful, I said it’s what I really wanted
I opened the box and found this….
My heart just dropped,
and could feel a sob coming on,
So I just said thanks, and went to get up
And he said don’t you want the other one.
It was that I Pad, the one from the shop we saw.
And burst out crying, thank you mum and dad.
So remember when you ask for things, you might not get them all
After all who’s birthday is it, God bless you one and all.
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Fab @onebigvoice0
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Loveeeee it @euro1
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@onebigvoice that's cool - I love the way you wove an image into your poem and I could feel the anticipation growing with each verse. Brilliant!0
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Words of prose
Or words to pose
Lots of words and then some
You are all awesome
Some are whimsical
Others are philosophical
Many are from the heart
So all you have to do is make start.
So here goes
Who knows?
My mum looked at me
I looked at my mum
And my mum said
George you're a nag!
I looked at my mum
And my mum looked at me
I said
Did you call me a nag?
My mum looked at me
And I looked at my mum
My Mum said
Yes you're a nag!
I stared at my mum
My mum stared at me
And I said
Neeeeigh not me!1 -
Spring is on its way to fetch finer days
Will it be cold or snow or warmer rays
Never ever cast a clout until May is out
Refers to clothing an old saying they shout
farms will be ready to plant their crops
Ready to grow them to sell in the shops
Ewes will be out grazing with new lambs
Kept a close eye on by the big rams
The trees will grow their leaves so green
Flowers will start to bud a colourful scene
Ready for the Queen bees to nectar
This helps liven and to protect her
The birds who left will start to flock back
Now they'll be able to get a tasty snack
The hibernating animals now start to awake
For they now have to find a partner to mate.
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