Please share a poem you've written

ChefChana

Mon, Dec 13 2021, 7:53 pm

Thick blinding fog
Everything in the way
I try
I cry
Still, I can’t cross that plain

Eyes filled with dust
Each pebble insurmountable
I fall
I call
Still, I can’t cross that plain

Parched lips, dry mouth
Itchy everywhere
I stumble
I fumble
Still, I can’t cross that plain

Darkness descends
Suddenly it’s clear
I jolt
I bolt
So glad I couldn’t cross that plain

Flames leap high
Consuming all around
I glow
I know
Why I couldn’t cross that plain

Challenges surround
Obstacles everywhere
We grope
We hope
Still, we can’t cross that plain

Megillas Esther
No Shem Hashem
We jolt
We bolt
So glad we couldn’t cross that plain

He sees the end
He set those flames
We glow
We know
Why we couldn’t cross that plain

amother

Azure

Mon, Dec 13 2021, 8:06 pm

Three years on,
Three years off.
Medication
Therapy
Depression
And then,
Overcoming
Free --
Vitality
Was mine again.
A child
And another
And then --
PPD.
The long-dreaded
Yet expected
Diagnosis.
The depression
Is back
So suddenly.
Everything was perfect
And a moment later
It wasn't
I was a supermom
And a moment later
I was gone.
Hashem,
After all these years
When my eyes finally
Dried from tears
You chose
To send me back.
I don't know why
But that's okay.
I don't know how
I'll survive
But I know
That I will.
And Hashem
I'm so very thankful
Because I knew.
I've had depression before
I've seen the signs
So I knew.
I reached out
I got help
And I'm going to be okay
Because You're holding me
And guiding me
And this is Your plan.

ChefChana

Mon, Dec 13 2021, 8:13 pm

The following poem was inspired by this true story: "Delivered a 450g baby. Told she was too small- had no chance. She kept stopping breathing so stayed up with her for 2 nights rubbing her chest for every breath. Consultant said I was wasting my time. She just performed her first ballet as a healthy 6-year-old."

They say that you're not good enough,
They say you don't deserve.
They say you'll never make it,
And they take away your nerve.

You think about giving up,
And they all clap and cheer.
You're so convinced there's nothing left,
You forget what's brought you here.

You long for peace in your life,
And all you see is gloom,
While those voices in your head
Are prophesizing doom.

Realize, friend, you're good enough,
And take one breath at a time.
Never give up what you love,
For those voices in your mind.

amother

Cadetblue

Mon, Dec 13 2021, 8:15 pm

amother [ Azure ] wrote:

❤️

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amother

Cadetblue

Mon, Dec 13 2021, 8:16 pm

I dream of holding your hand
While we lay in the sand
And making all your pain go away
Or at least ease it just a strand

I dream of holding you in my arms
While we travel past fields and farms
And breathe joy into your being
With jokes and games and charms

I dream of stroking your face
While your features I can trace
And you aren't scared of me
But are accepting it with grace

I dream of hugging you so tight
Through this scary turbulent flight
And you return one as well
It feels real, it feels right

I dream of loving you forever
Each moment and wherever
And you always staying with me
While we conquer the world together

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amother

Dill

Tue, Dec 14 2021, 1:56 am

I wrote this on the miscarriage thread a while back. BH we have had a rainbow baby since.

The nausea creeps on slowly,
To test hcg - will I dare?
I want another bub already
My other's young and still needs care.

I wait a week, try not to think
Yet the queasiness just won't go.
We run out that night, buy some tests
But first two tries - it's a no.

We're travelling for Yom Tov,
I go to my GP for advice.
She orders blood tests urgently,
Promises to call - she's so nice!

We go through check in, security,
Then the phone rings and it's her.
The bloods all came back negative,
We just won't know what those feelings were...

Yet after Rosh Hashono,
I still have not seen red.
Rav says test before Yom Kippur,
If it's positive - stay in bed!

I take a stick and take the test,
Turn it over and wait 2 min...
A positive, a plus sign!
DH is thrilled when shown to him.

However less than 2 weeks pass,
Erev Shabbos I see red.
DH is worried about the דין,
Whilst I worry my baby's dead.

Shabbos brings some pain and cramps,
A large clot appears as well.
I know I've lost my little bean,
Can't even hug - it's hell Crying

Taharas Hamishpacha
Is something we won't break.
We shuffle around each other,
On the three flights home we take.

Doctor confirms there's been a mis,
Bleeding's over by day six.
Scheduled mikva for this week,
Bedikas all got ticks.

Paid the fee and had a bath,
Got out to have a shower.
Hot water system starts to fail,
Until it works takes half an hour.

I finally have my turn to dunk,
I concentrate and I pray.
"Please give me a child with health and all,
And help us heal," I say.

We've started a new chapter now,
Our DC's life has new worth.
Yet something in me will never forget,
The one I'll never birth.

Rubies

Tue, Dec 14 2021, 6:55 am

amother [ Dill ] wrote:

This made me tear up. Thank you for sharing.

crd310

Tue, Dec 14 2021, 3:18 pm

The basement of the soul

is messy. is dirty.
is buried under a foot of dust.
is creaky, is endless
the door handles are caked in rust.
Old. Dark. Deep. Down.
when you descend you don’t know if -
Cold. Stark. Don’t. Drown.
you will make it out alive with-
out scars
wrenching pain
still not as bad should’ve you remained
safe and dry,
without a care,
perched atop the wooden stair.
weighing if
you ought to go
to the basement of your soul.

amother

Dill

Thu, Dec 16 2021, 1:11 am

I wrote this when my daughter graduated her from her daycare (names changed):

Look at me then, look at me now!
Over the past 2-plus years I’ve grown, changed – and how!
At the age of 12 weeks I entered these rooms.
Never could I have guessed the fun times that loomed!

I kept you quite busy right from the start –
Feeding and settling me was a not-such-fun art…
I got to the point where I’d roll or just sit.
Despite being cheeky you thought I was just it!

Over time I worked out food and sleep weren’t that bad,
So I moved onto my next unique kind of fad.
Walking on my knees? What’s strange about that???
Thought I as I toddled between rooms, chairs and mat.

You cheered me on when I got up to walk,
Then before we all knew it, I started to talk!
One word, two, until sentences came out.
I made sure everyone knew what I was thinking about.

You nurtured my strengths and tamed the rough edges,
All the while with such kindness, enough to fill ledgers.
Thank you Mrs Cohen, Mrs Pollak and can’t leave out Ruchy,
I’m sure you will miss such a bright little cookie!

To Ari’s Mummy, Faiga Dina’s and Simi’s too –
And of course, Hindy’s and Mindy’s, a huge thanks to you!
Mrs Lawrence and Rivka Leah who made sure I was in pictures,
Mrs Farkas who I sometimes doubled over in stitches.

Miss Simcha, Miss Fraida and dear Mrs Shein,
All of you helped shape this cute character of mine.
Mrs Malka and Miss Elgenbogen, I spent some time with you,
For the moments we shared then, I can still say thank you!

Mrs Friedman, Mrs Louis, working behind the scene,
Mr Jacob who keeps New Street in perfect order and clean.
To anyone else whose name slipped my mind,
Don’t worry, I won’t forget how you must have been kind!

So long to my teachers, who I also call friends,
May you be repaid many times from Hashem!

DreamerForever

Sat, Dec 25 2021, 12:58 pm

So many brilliant poems on here! This one is devoted to all the night owls on this planet:

A blanket of calm descends
concealing the glare
of daytime sun,
softly draping humanity
in warm darkness.
I feel enveloped
embraced
secure.

The pace of life
seems to slow.
Buses no longer hooting
impatient-
to get the day work done.

The stars emerge,
tiny glitters of life
drawing me out of my cocoon;
awakening me,
lighting the sparks that reside inside
when the sun shines bright
and venture out only
when night comes.

A whisper of beauty,
a strain of song-
caress the gentleness of my soul.
The day is too bright,
too dazzling,
too harsh,
to trust
to reveal me.

Sound, colour, song-
all seem to come alive
in the dark.
Lightning breaks,
ideas flow fast and free.
The depths of emotion
the energy of creativity,
the vibrancy of my being
overflows.

As the world lays down to sleep
I awaken
As the world awakens,
I droop.
I grope for protection,
I search for the comfort of my cocoon-
to shield myself from the screeching cacophony of life.

And I wait for nightfall,
to herald the softness
my being craves.

amother

Orchid

Mon, Dec 27 2021, 4:05 am

Its 10pm
A pattering of little feet,
I look up at her-
My sweet little girl
Newly awakened from sleep,
Soft hair framing her delicate face.

I see only innocence
Hazel eyes squinting in the sudden light
Dark lashes blinking up at me,
and through my wretched exhaustion
My heart melts.

We sit down together,
Her trusting hand
Wrapped in my own.
Her little face
Searching out mine
And nodding earnestly
To the story I spin.

I’m struck by her softness
I feel a burning urge
To protect this child
This beautifully gentle
And delicate soul.

I recall the times I treated her roughly
Wanting her to just get over
Her latest crying fit
Gritting my teeth at her endless tears-
And guilt jolts through me
Bringing tears to my eyes.

It is only later
After I tuck her back in
Stroking her tiny face
And somehow wishing to stay at her side
All night,
That I realise
I am the same.

Her gentleness
Her earnestness
Is mine.

I am
So sweet
So innocent
So beautiful
And so fragile.

Has anyone ever coddled me?
Caressed my face tenderly
Taken my hand in hers
With a motherly grasp?
Do I even know how to do this-
my daughter?
For you
For me?

Can I tame my harshness Towards me
So that it is then curbed for you?
So that clouds of softness protect you
And surround you,
With the love you crave
And the love I long to give.

I will try, my daughter
First
For that fragile child within me And then
for you.

amother

Orchid

Wed, Jan 05 2022, 2:30 am

amother [ Hosta ] wrote:

You never had a chance
You never were able to be
be a child
and just dance
Never were you able to just laugh
just cry
just be

Girl cry,
now is the time to cry
let out those tears
scream til your voice hits the sky
cry like you've never before
cry, because you're allowed to
you deserve to
Make up for all those years

You missed out
Missed out on being a child
missed on learning who you are
learning no matter who you are
you are loved
You count
no matter what

Girl cry,
now is the time to cry
let out that anger
scream til your voice hits the sky
Let your insides come out
It's okay to know and to shout
shout out in pain
Don't let it keep you down no more,
now is the time to fly

Don't let it hold you back
it's time to let it go
and take to the stage
the stage of life to begin your real show
Show them you won't dwell on your rage
they won't win
It's time to live
You deserve it
You deserve it

This poem made me cry; I relate so much to it- could have written it myself. thanks for sharing