Challenge Corner discussion

That's a really nice poem, Elizabeth. The only suggestion I would make is changing the "all" in the second like to everyone, or something along those lines. It reads a little smoother that way I think.

Great poem Elizabeth, Love the style so much. It is so beautiful. :) The only suggestion I would make is as Courtney said to change the second all to something else. :)

This is a poem I wrote a couple of months ago and thought I would share it:

My Deep Ocean Blue

The deep water so pure so true
The deep and never ending ocean blue
I feel the water in my veins
Bounding me with everlasting chains
I feel the connection in my heart
And know deep inside we can never part
I look across this vast land
And know one day you will take my hand
And drag me into waters deep
For there my body you shall keep
I cannot cut the strings
Because why would I want to do such a thing
I am a part of you and you are a part of me
And one day we will meet in the sea
I am bound to you
My deep ocean blue

Hope you like it :)

I love that, Ruth!

These are some poems I wrote years ago. I usually like to find a picture that inspires me and then let the words flow. :)

Alone
Alone, trapped in a cage of feathers,
So cold the icy wind freezes me to the bone,
The sun has long since faded,
And been replaced by the pale beauty of the moon,
I shiver in my cage of feathers,
I wonder when I shall succumb to death?
Will I die alone?
Will someone find me?
I feel I shall forever be alone,
I wish for the day when I shall break free of this cage,
For the day that I will fly free, and be able to live again,
To fly with others, and to unchain myself from my loneliness,
I hope that day will come soon,
For I fear, I shall die alone

Falling
The world falls apart when you least expect it,
You fall, and fall hard,
People hold their hands to you,
But pull away when you need them the most,
You learn to stand on your own two feet,
Aloof to the world that scorned you,
But you are alone,
You push everyone away,
Afraid of being hurt,
So you are standing in this world by yourself,
And you fall,
Will someone catch you?

Web of Deceit
Trapped in his web of deceit,
Body, mind, captured by his warped love,
Unable to scream, unable to run,
Struggling in the threads he wove around me,
How can I escape from this trap?
How can I break away from this love?
I hurt and I cry,
Desperate to be free,
But like a spider, he paralyzes me,
My glassy eyes staring, enraptured,
Mind captivated by poisonous words,
Free me from this web,
So I may fly free once more

Act of Love
The soft words he whispers to me, delicately tickle my ear,
My lips part, and a small gasp escapes them,
I feel myself smile, my eyes crinkle with my happiness,
It is a secret between us,
This feeling we share,
It was all so new not too long ago,
This warm feeling in our chests,
The never ending happiness we have,
Our hands are intertwined in his lap,
It shows our bond,
Unshakable,
Unbreakable,
Our legs touch and I giggle,
We seem to have the same thought,
We both want to leave,
This place we sit, while beautiful, is not where we want to be,
At last we stand to leave, our hands lovingly clasped
He whispers, one last thing to me before we leave,
I stand on tiptoes to hear, and he bends down to me,
He whispers:
"I love you"

Masks
These two faces of mine
Neither of which are me
Are masks I slip on and off
To hide, my true self away from prying eyes
I am afraid to show myself to the world
The world which has disappointed so many before me
I’m scared
Scared of revealing myself to the world and failing
So I hide
Behind my masks

I really like those, Bookbuyer!

Here is a poem that I wrote at some point last year. It's focused around some of my anxiety issues. Any comments are welcome. :)

Compulsion

Fingers sticky with
blood from my lip
Metallic taste on
my tongue
Skin gripped between
pointer and thumb
Compulsive habit I can't
seem to shake

This nervous behavior,
I wish I could break
Anxiety is on overload,
I wonder if everyone knows

Keep it together
Don't fall apart
Breaking the habit,
is no easy task
Does it start outside,
work its way in?
Or inside, through my
twisted thoughts?

Doesn't really matter
It's time for a cleanse
Time heals the stings
The wound will
scab right over
Scars are reminders,
not to slip again

Here's another one. This is one of my favorites that I've written.

Wounded

Riddled with bullets
Covered in holes
It feels so cold
When can I go home

C.P. wrote: "I really like those, Bookbuyer!"

Thanks. :)

C.P. wrote: "Here is a poem that I wrote at some point last year. It's focused around some of my anxiety issues. Any comments are welcome. :)

Compulsion

Fingers sticky with
blood from my lip
Metallic taste on..."

This is really good Courtney! :D

Thank you, Bookbuyer!

I'll have to try and find that. I thinj I might have read it before.