Tag Archives: #poetryblog

Red Berries (poem)

Reminders that summer is passing

Evenings are getting darker

Days, although they don’t feel it, are getting shorter

Berries of all colours Nature’s reminders

Everything comes to an end

Reminders that summer is passing

Reminders that seasons must change

Indian summer anyone? I’ll live in hope

Ever hopeful for just a little more of summer’s warmth

Seasons come and seasons go…

I AM…. (poetry blog)

I am tired of feeling sad.

I am tired of feeling low.

I am tired of feeling broken.

I am tired of feeling useless.

I am tired of feeling lost.

I am tired of feeling anxious.

I am tired of feeling worried.

I am tired of feeling scared.

I am tired of feeling fear.

I am tired of feeling the need to be strong.

I am tired of feeling.

I am tired.

I am….

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Inner Flame (poem)

Deep inside the flame burns quietly.

It flickers and dances as emotions fly by.

Some days its dim as reality takes its toll.

Some days it dances momentarily bright.

Even on the darkest of days its still there safe inside.

I nurture and treasure its warmth,

The heart of my soul at its core.

All that I am wrapped up within it.

Buried deep inside the light is me, the real me,

Tucked away safely,

Protected from reality,

Tended with love and patience,

Until the day comes when the flame can blaze brightly once more.

An Acrostic Poem for Mental Health Awareness Week 15-23 May 2023 – Anxiety

Another sleepless night

Nausea sweeping through me

Xanax sitting untouched on the nightstand

I will beat this

Every movement’s an effort

Teeth even ache in my jaws

Yesterday still torturing my mind

If you can relate to this short poem, please don’t suffer in silence. There are numerous resources out there to support. I’ll list a few below.

Everyone has mental health, the same way, everyone has physical health and like your physical health, sometimes its in better shape than others. It’s ok not to be ok.

Useful links :

https://www.mentalhealth.org.uk/our-work/public-engagement/mental-health-awareness-week

https://www.mind.org.uk/get-involved/mental-health-awareness-week/

https://www.rethink.org/get-involved/awareness-days-and-events/mental-health-awareness-week/

Trust (an acrostic poem)

Trust should be cherished, never taken for granted.

Respect has to be earned then sustained.

Use your judgement wisely- once gone, they’re gone forever.

Spend a few extra moments in contemplation….

Think about the cost of blowing apart either or both…

Page

Page

Blank…

What are you hiding,

In those empty lined depths?

New worlds waiting to be revealed.

Old worlds waiting to be revisited.

Young love ripe to for exploration

Relationships that bloom,

Then wither through time.

Goodbyes to be said.

Laughter to light up the world.

Tears silently being shed.

A myriad of possibilities beckon

As I pick up my pen.

The writer’s blank canvas awaits.

At The End Of The Day (poetry blog)

At the end of the day

As I watch the sun sink lower in the sky

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As the sun’s warmth fades away

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As the shadows lengthen around me

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As night wraps around me like a cloak

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As I watch the moonrise in clear night sky

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh

At the end of the day

As I settle down to sleep til dawn

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

Tomorrow’s always another day…

Toadstools – an acrostic poem

Treading carefully among the trees, I search

October brings fairytales alive – if you take the time to look

Autumn leaves nestle round them, keeping them safe

Delicate gills on display

Spores drifting invisibly down to populate the soil

Tomorrow’s tales or next year’s? Time will tell.

Old haunts from previous years reveal this year’s crop

Old memories haunt the hunt

Lost in my daydreams

Searching for that fairytale ending

Berries – an acrostic poem

Blood red you hang in the sun

Enchantingly autumnal in colour

Reminding me that summer has passed

Reminding me that seasons change

Indicators of cooler days and darker nights

Emotionally I’m not ready for those…not yet

Selfishly I want to hold onto the warmth and the light a little longer

September – an acrostic poem

Summer’s end in sight

Ever hopeful of some late sunshine

Preparing for a colourful autumn

Trees changing colour before your eyes

Early sunsets create fiery skies

Memories of long light nights fading

Beginning to dread winter’s dark chill

Emotions in turmoil as the seasons change

Remembering…always remembering…