Under Pressure

Under Pressure

Legs start shaking,
The heart has sunk,
Full body aching,
Mind has shrunk.

Words don’t arrive,
Tongue is ensnared,
Unable to contrive,
Eyesight is  impaired.

Feeling the fretfulness,
Loaded with stress,
In entire unhappiness,
Thoughts are a mess.

Mouth is desiccated,
Incapable to adapt,
Mentally devastated,
Idea’s are trapped.

Have you felt like this,
When you’re under pressure,
Wedged in an abyss,
At the end of your tether?

I for one have felt it,
On a regular basis,
I actually embrace it,
In all it’s different cases.

Pressure is natural,
Something everyone goes through,
From Comedians and Singers,
To the president too.

So it’s not just you,
It’s something everyone will feel,
Just pull through,
And get over the ordeal.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 22/02/12

The Poetry Challenge – Week 4 – A Letter To Myself

Week 4 – A Letter To Myself

This is the fourth week of “The Poetry Challenge.” I recently posted the poem “A Letter To Myself” and had a huge responsive to it, so this gave me the idea to see what you would write to yourself, so this week’s title is “A Letter to Myself”. The top 3 will be selected on Friday. For any information regarding the contest click the link or contact me otherwise just comment your submission in the comment section below. Last week’s winner for the Valentine’s Day special was the wonderful poem “Euphoria, With A Gumdrop Incision” by Ethan Greenwood who was also the runner-up on the week 2 contest! So go check out his blog, I promise you will enjoy it!

A Letter To Myself

Dear Corey,
I see you’re now 20 years old,
Wow, you’re all grown up,
With the rest of your life to unfold,
Your life could have been better,
If you done well in school,
But you chose to be the clown,
The funny class fool,
So Corey was it worth it?
Skipping math’s class?
At least now you have matured,
An adult at last,
Shame you don’t have many qualifications,
Because you could go far,
But I do still believe,
That you could be a star,
I know the Welsh economy’s terrible,
It’s not your fault your unemployed,
Some credentials would have helped,
That’s the reason I’m annoyed,
You threw your education away,
Just to have a giggle,
But now your chances of getting a job,
Are very incredibly little,
But the person you are,
Is one that makes me unbelievably proud,
From that rebellious teenager,
You have turned it right around,
No longer do you drink,
And you don’t do drugs,
And no longer do you associate,
With them idiotic thugs,
I’m glad you have started writing,
Everyday you write a poem,
And they keep on improving,
I love the talent you are showing,
Well that’s all I have to say,
I’ll now leave your past behind,
I’ll speak to you soon,
Yours dearly, your mind.

The Poetry Challenge – Week 3 – The Top Three!

Week 3 – Valentine’s Day Special
The Top Three

Since this was “The Valentine’s Day Special” contestants were not set a title all they had to do was submit a Valentine’s themed poem! The poems are labelled “A, B, C,” just comment the letter of the relevant poem that you find the best. Voting will close 12.00PM on Monday!

A: By   Ajay Ohri– My Valentine Poem

My Valentine Poem

Is dedicated to all those

Who feel the urge

to do something!!

on a Tuesday!

because the rest of the idiots in the world

are doing it too!

–

Sweet Valentine

Take away my money, heart and time

Let us meet and talk superficially

Laugh at each other’s jokes

and flirt casually

–

Sweet Valentine

Life is easy Love is tough

On this day we try extra hard

Like little children

Trying to walk for the first time

–

Sweet Valentine

Fall in my arms

Wont you be mine

Friday we watched basketballs

Tuesday we watch Valentine

B: By Ethan Greenwood – Euphoria, With A Gumdrop Incision

She said, “I love you, but you don’t have to say it back”
Her eyes fell down, and her voice just slipped and cracked
She said, “I love you, but you don’t have to say it, too
I don’t want to make a liar out of you
I love you, but you don’t have to say it back”

Now I’m trapped in her rendition of a good time
Surrounded by rose petals and cheap white wine
I exist as a writhing cliché in her hand
Dreaming of solitude in a foreign land
I may be a saint, but I’m certainly no valentine

A whisper, a wink, a glance, a nudge, a peck
The embrace of subtle affection around my neck
I disconnect my eyes from their home
And leave them where the blind and lonely roam
As I commit to compress my own life into a speck

Terms of endearment bleach our deepest hues
She’s my straightjacket, and I’m her fuse
I suppose she holds me tightly when I see storms
I memorize the words that her mouth forms
I play it like a game that I would die to lose

We look like fireworks, but we live like guns
I smile and hope we’re not the only ones
This is something I could tolerate
I guess it could be worse, so why wait?
Wrap yourself in silly white lace, let’s just get it done

So I say, “I love you, but you don’t have to say it back”
She says, “I know you know it’s much too late for that”
I say, “I love you, but you don’t have to say it now
I really should be going, anyhow
I love you, but you don’t have to say it back.”

 

C: By festivalking - A Valentine Thought

Valentine’s day…

A day of pampering and pleasure,
Its February the 14th!
The day all lovers treasure
When love is at its leisure,
Husbands! How DARE you NOT remember

The insignia for the day- “Heart shapes in velvety red”.
Chocolates, cards, flowers and gifts are shared;
Candle lit dinners;
Rose petals on floors, sheets and pillows spread.
Eros flits about and from his touch no romantic heart is spared.

On this day some look to get laid;
Other seek to have past love replayed.
Friends laugh; Lonely hearts cry,
The words “Happy Valentine’s Day” is offered to the passer by.

But to me today is a day like any,
Earmarked by gifts, cards, cakes, love’s crest and candy!?
For this reason I say this prayer earnestly,
“Dear Eros, keep Valentine’s day tattooed on the hearts of many”
For we needn’t await 14th February to celebrate Love in all its glory….

 

These are the final three, so please all add the letter of your favourite poem in the comment section below, remember on Monday the voting closes.

A Letter To Myself

A Letter To Myself

Dear Corey,
I see you’re now 20 years old,
Wow, you’re all grown up,
With the rest of your life to unfold,
Your life could have been better,
If you done well in school,
But you chose to be the clown,
The funny class fool,
So Corey was it worth it?
Skipping maths class?
At least now you have matured,
An adult at last,
Shame you don’t have many qualifications,
Because you could go far,
But I do still believe,
That you could be a star,
I know the Welsh economy’s terrible,
It’s not your fault your unemployed,
Some credentials would have helped,
That’s the reason I’m annoyed,
You threw your education away,
Just to have a giggle,
But now your chances of getting a job,
Are very incredibly little,
But the person you are,
Is one that makes me unbelievably proud,
From that rebellious teenager,
You have turned it right around,
No longer do you drink,
And you don’t do drugs,
And no longer do you associate,
With them idiotic thugs,
I’m glad you have started writing,
Everyday you write a poem,
And they keep on improving,
I love the talent you are showing,
Well that’s all I have to say,
I’ll now leave your past behind,
I’ll speak to you soon,
Yours dearly, your mind.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 16/02/12

The Collaborations!

The Collaborations!

I’m looking to do a few poetry collaborations with some of the talented poets that this online world has to offer! I have many different ideas about what I want to do in these collaborations and I also want the people I’m collaborating with to tell me their ideas so we can write something brilliant. The structure of these collaborations will vary, it could be a verse each, it could be line for line, it depends on what idea’s we come up with and how we go about it.
I understand that you don’t see much collaborating on the internet in poetry but I highly believe that it could become great, with many different poetry styles mixing up, different creativity ideas and the motivation from each other there is potential to create some wonderful work.
When constructing the poem I would like to interact via email as I can access it at any time of day at any place so I will always be able to get back to the collaborator.
I now have over 1,200 followers so if you were all interested I would probably have a nervous breakdown haha! So please only the people who have a few hours of spare time and are really interested in collaborating get back to me!
Also if interested please tell me your idea’s about what you would like to write about because your idea’s may be so much better than mine.
So if interested please write to the email below with what you would like to write about or what ideas you have and I will get back to you as quick as possible with some of my idea’s and we shall go from there!

Also while discussing idea’s with oghma we came up with the idea to get as many poets as we can from all different nations to write a verse about their country to create a mega-poem! So if you’re interested in doing that please email me so I can mark your country down as ”done” !

Email – cjbwork@hotmail.co.uk
Twitter (If there are email problems) - @ClownPonders

I look forward to hearing and working with some of you soon!

Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block

Sitting in a room,
With no light,
Waiting for that spark,
To ignite the dark,
But no glow comes,
It’s just you and a pen,
Writing down garbage,
All over again,
The creativity is gone,
You’re mind is blank,
All out of idea’s,
Nothing left in the tank,
With nothing to create,
And nothing to write,
Work you try to produce,
Instead of sleeping at night,
You’re feeling the pressure,
You’re thoughts are lost,
You’re visions indefinitely frozen,
It’s covered in frost,
You can’t find the heat,
That you need for inspiration,
There’s many fires burning,
Just not in your imagination,
Maybe you should take a break,
Give your brain a rest,
Kick back and relax,
And sleep away the stress,
You’re creativity is missing,
But it can still be found,
It has not completely vanished,
You just have to look around,
Can you ever overcome,
This illness called writer’s block,
The gates might be closed,
But they can still unlock.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 15/02/12

The Poetry Challenge – Week 3 – Valentine’s Day Special

Week 3 – Valentine’s Day Special

This is the third week of “The Poetry Challenge.” As we all know, today is the day of love, that being said I have decided we would do something a little different this week and instead of using the title provided all you need to do is submit a Valentines themed poem! The title is completely your choice this week so make the most of it!  I look forward to seeing you all getting in touch with your sensitive and loving sides! The top 3 will be selected on Friday. For any information regarding the contest click the link or contact me otherwise just comment your submission in the comment section below this post. Last week’s winner was the heartfelt “Last Words” poem created by scatteredpeicesofme , So please go and check out their blog to see more of their brilliant talent.

February The 4^th Valentine’s Day

February the 14^th,
Valentine’s day,
The day of love,
The day you say,
How much you love,
How much you care,
How much you smile,
And how much you stare,
To the one you love,
To the one you admire,
To the one you adore,
To the one you desire,
A day of emotion,
A day of affection,
A day of devotion,
A day of connection,
That day of giving,
That day of receiving,
That day of forgiving,
And never leaving,
The day to show truth,
The day to show passion,
The day to show proof,
In a high fashion,
The day for lovers,
The day for friends,
The day for others,
You wish never ends,
A day of guarantee,
A day of feeling,
A day of security,
And love revealing,
So on this day,
Say “I love you”
Because they might say,
“I love you too.”

By Corey Booth – 07/02/12

February 14th Valentines Day!

February 14th Valentines Day!

February the 14^th,
Valentine’s day,
The day of love,
The day you say,
How much you love,
How much you care,
How much you smile,
And how much you stare,
To the one you love,
To the one you admire,
To the one you adore,
To the one you desire,
A day of emotion,
A day of affection,
A day of devotion,
A day of connection,
That day of giving,
That day of receiving,
That day of forgiving,
And never leaving,
The day to show truth,
The day to show passion,
The day to show proof,
In a high fashion,
The day for lovers,
The day for friends,
The day for others,
You wish never ends,
A day of guarantee,
A day of feeling,
A day of security,
And love revealing,
So on this day,
Say “I love you”
Because they might say,
“I love you too.”

A Poem By Corey Booth – 14/02/12

A Lonely Addict (Freestyle)

A Lonely Addict (Freestyle)

He lived in a small home,
With no social interaction,
He found himself all alone,
In a fragile zone,
With no money,
With no one to love,
Just blood stained rugs,
And class A drugs,
But eventually he used all them drugs,
And had no money to get more,
Them drugs were his only escape,
Now his mind was sore,
Feeling was something he hadn’t felt in a while,
Slowly fading,
His future futile,
With no one to witness his hardship,
His mind became more and more ghastly,
He needed more drugs right away,
Before he became more and more nasty,
But with no money,
More drugs never came,
He was deprived of his narcotics,
Which turned him insane,
He would sit in the corner,
Speaking to himself,
This rundown man,
Had decaying mental health,
His mind didn’t agree with this drug free altercation,
He wanted to do something deplorable,
His body filled with anger and frustration,
His blood itched with ongoing irritation,
He couldn’t deal with his deranged mentality,
Eradicating his life was the easy way,
His brain telling him to cause a fatality,
Cause he’s too weak and fading away,
He talked himself into it,
He was the opposite of apprehensive,
He grabbed a rope,
And went on the offensive,
As he was ending his own life,
He realised it was such a waste,
A life with nothing to show,
Only the problems it faced,
This life was a loss,
Not many people knew he existed,
But could he have turned it around,
If his mind just resisted???

A Freestyle Poem By Corey Booth – 13/02/12

The Poetry Challenge – Week 2 – The Top Three!

Last Words – The Top Three

Sorry that I’m a day late posting the top three but I was busy yesterday and just couldn’t find the time to post it. The following three poems are the ones that I found the best out of all the submissions for this weeks title “Last Words”. The poems are labelled “A, B, C,” just comment the letter of the relevant poem that you find the best. Voting will close 12.00PM on Monday!

A: By  visionary7

The feeling of emptiness
From the tortured rover,
Let’s my heart realize
That it’s finally over.

Thinking of your laugh
Was a beauty unmatched,
But now it has vanished
And my soul has to be patched.

In a decrepit corner
With my mind adrift,
This feeling of uncertainty
Is one you can’t sift.

How does it look
in a world without you,
Because it’s hard to live
In a dream that’s through.

Our time together
has come to a close,
Tears stream from the eyes
From the symbolism of the rose.

The heart is shredded
From memories of your scent,
So now my soul
Is on a constant descent.

Our memories together
Caused me to fly,
Peace was made vacant
Because we had to say goodbye.

B: By Ethan Greenwood

Planning my last words in some sterile cocoon
Scanning this lost ward of shadows and ghosts
My dearest friend welcomed her twilight at noon
I watched her dissolve on some South Asian coast

A brief phrase, a quip, a witty observation
An appropriate summation of an ordinary soul
So profound as to warrant granite preservation
Yet modest and quiet, and warm in the cold

Pretense is born in the effort to destroy it
I can’t control whispers while I’m feeding the ground
What good is a eulogy if I can’t enjoy it
And footsteps ignore my commemorative mound?

A cold sweat, a terror, a panic ensues
Every word has already been spoken, I fear
My story is trapped in a web of wires and tubes
I’m a gargoyle watching the Black Widow draw near

Just as I grasp the best prelude for dying
She’s checking the clock, and I feel my heart sighing
My voice is relying on lungs that aren’t trying
My last words are lost, but at least I’m not lying.

C: By scatteredpeicesofme

A light so bright, I cannot see
Call heads or tails, flip once for me
The two headed coin was destiny’s call
It’s time for me now, for once, for all

The straps so tight, I cannot move
Fight them, I’ll not, I’ve nothing to prove
For if they need a body, I’ll offer them mine
Then “Justice” be served, the worst of the wine

Innocent me, yet here I lie
As they chant and cry, today I’ll die
I tried to save her, yet still she passed
I think, for my next words will be my last

“I loved your daughter.” I said to them both
“And I did my best to keep my oath.
I wanted only to love her and keep her yet safe
I gave her my world, though I be but a waif.”

“When he entered our home, bearing shotgun in hand
I tried to distract and then fight like a man.
I was scared for my life, as would be you too,
But I disarmed the masked man, though his grip be like glue”

“He kicked out my feet as I turned and I shot.
That move filled our bed with buckshot, double aught.”
“Stop it! Just stop!” they cried, weeping in pain
Holding each other and cursing my name

“That’s enough from you for you’ve come to your end”
Said the warden, hands shaking, for he was still my friend
“I believe you” he whispered, injecting my death
“Go to sleep, my old friend, and dream of free breath”

As fatigue covered me, I looked in his eyes
“You know that I loved her, I’ve told you no lies!”
Tears streaked to the floor as the darkness did creep
“I’m sorry,” I cried as I fell to deep sleep

These are the final three, so please all add the letter of your favourite poem in the comment section below, remember on Monday the voting closes.