The Poem Writers Gathering.

I wrote this poem pre-covid and before my depression got bad. I'll read it now when I'm overwhelmed to remind myself that everything is gonna be okay :) There isn't really any rhyme scheme or proper punctuation but I hope it can help somone else too!

First Aid

A First Aid kit hangs up at the

Front of the big yellow

School bus I ride every

Monday through Friday

It is made by a company--

I have never heard of it before--

Called Blue Bird Bus Sales

I wonder what else they sell

The name of Blue Bird is lettered

In a timid little font

On the front of the kit

Bellow their logo which looks like

A giant white silhouette of a swallow type

Bird soaring in a dark blue oval

Piece of sky

The name of Blue Bird makes me think

That maybe if I were to get hurt

On the bus a little bird would

Come with a band-aid and

Twitter a happy little tune

To me

There was a girl

Her name untold

Stuck in her head

all day long

Thinking

wishing

hoping

things will change

Praying

tomorrow will be better

nothing changed for her

She didnt try

so nothing came

dont be like her

Take Control

Make the change

@AlwaysForYou197

I love it, I will reply again when my motivation for writing comes back. Thank you for tagging me!

till the blast

have passed

I haven't tried writing before but looking at everyone's beautiful writing thought I should try and say a few words at least

hang in there y'all ~

Hi everybody, i sat on a bench as i got use to my new meds for many months and made good progress so i came up with 2 sayinfs and a poem

"Life's a bench & Sit happens"

MY BENCH POEM
I imagine this tree was very wise, Is now in disguise
As a place that I , Can watch the time
GO SLOWLY BY. . . . . . . . .
So I shall honor her respectfully
By carving on her decoratively
A proper remembrance of my retrospectively
Pondering my destiny

firstly - I would like to say that all of your poetry is really good so please don't judge me bacause I know it is ###

my sad excuse for poetry (I will comment on this to add it seperatly)

@AlwaysForYou197

Here's a poem that I wrote for Christmas. It's called Angels.

Perhaps they're invisible
Hovering close by
Or maybe they're quite distant
Soaring through the sky

Perhaps they grant wishes
Like a shooting star
Or maybe they guard us
Watching from afar

Perhaps they're our loved ones
Lost to the past
Or maybe they're the souls
Whose births are coming last

Perhaps they simply herald
God's glory from on high
Or maybe they watch over us
Always staying nigh

This is a poem I wrote about recovery. It's not easy and it's not pretty, but it's my truth

Red is the colour of blood rashly spilled,
the ache in one's eyes, the clench of a fist

Orange is the colour of a withering glare
with a grumpy shrug or a downcast gaze

Yellow is the colour of the mask put on
a smile that hides the sorrow within

Green is the colour of an unnamed shame
that one tries to hide, but cannot escape

Blue is the colour of eyes wet with tears
in the darkest night, where no one hears

Indigo is the colour of an overdue confession
a cry for help, an outstretched hand

Violet is the colour of a safe, warm hug
loving friends, and a grateful heart

Once a year in summertime,

The royal bellflower blooms.

Unpackage purple petals.

set loose your sweet perfumes.

Blossoms tilted towards the moon,

These little lunar lights,

Wish to join the brilliant sky,

And meet their brother, Night.

Hello all ! Hope you are all doing well. If you aren't, you are welcome to get support. We are more than ready! It was a hard year, this year. Yes. But we have made it this far, and I am so grateful for being alive, here with you all. I am so grateful for 7 cups !! Thank you all, for staying strong !

This is a poem, where I am grateful, for what I have seen 🙃

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The evening openings :-

I went out after a long time,
Trying to make things fine.
But this time was awesome,
I thought, time for some fun.
But, something caught my eye,
A wonderful sight.
A shop getting opened,
Someone pulling down the ropes.
The shopkeeper was cleaning up the articles,
But, it wasn't a carnival.
He was bustling about
He was doing this which he had no doubt.
I felt good, when he was connecting the wires,
I admire, That he never tires.
And always, amuses the buyers.
I watched him do his work of setting up,
I was mesmerized by his artwork.
It seems like a little thing,
But, my heart jumped like a spring.
I learn to appreciate these small works,
Despite all the perks. I am grateful to them, An unknown gem.

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I hope you all liked it. I am looking forward to hear more poems from you all 🙂

Again, I am tagging :-

@SuryanshSingh, @Ethank, @CateGrace, @FlickerLight8449, @blissart, @enchantedlove, @BrightHeart116, @fruitySalamander4469, @KatieTheBigRockOne, @awgeful, @compassionateTree4567, @hopebeyondpain, @Pancakefeline0101, @CallMeNaman2002, @Jenn7cups, @LinaMoon, @DreamTouch, @IamZahra0h, @Daf8, @kateeala, @Mishi10, @littlepony, @KimmKimm, @Cambion, @Fireskye13, @Flaurie, @hannah122003, @JulieJuliaXX, @TheLonerWolfy, @Joe33, @Roxine @hopeoverfear @SrijanSinha @Jv3076 @niceSky6423 @Faith4anewbeginning, @powerfulTurtle3056, @galaxyGirl299, @Nyx2026, @EmptyAquarium, @maxx2007, @Ezrelelias, @CheekyKaka, @luvinader, @LadyOracle, @unassumingTree5669, @xelimious @Listeningsarinn @Mishi10, @Mapita, @sugacubeeee @ashlyntheordinary @cuteeeezombieeee