I noticed the date changed but the world hasn't.
My Poems.
I wrote as a child, my therapist said I was a delinquent
All I was asking or ever wanted was someone to listen
Into adulthood I no longer wanted to be verbally heard
In written words, thoughts and feelings were deferred
It is very clear I will never be a very educated man.
I don’t just sit down and come up with a poetic plan.
It is just when my head is full of the incoming words.
I reach for a pen, start writing and hope that it works.
I am sorry my poems are not positive and lovely jubbly.
Making everyone feel all warm, cosy, snug and comfy.
That make your heart sing to the wonderment of life.
Giving everyone nice things to dream in bed at night.
I cannot write about happy fairy tales’ fiction or fantasy.
I can only write about my own sad thoughts my reality.
The experiences I've had and my feelings on the world.
That's the only way I know for me to get my story told.
I have never written poems to educate, preach or teach.
In the normal world I find it incredibly difficult to speak.
It is my only way of at last expressing my rooted feelings.
In the hope that one day, I’ll have some understanding.
I know mainly they paint a picture of all doom and gloom.
Of a troubled person locked in living in a darkened room.
Yes, that’s because that is where I have lived for so long.
Yet through writing my journey to light has slowly begun.
I do not possess a large amount positivity and happiness
It could be said my sad writing is totally out selfishness
It releases some pressure from my constant depression
My Head to my heart, raw, honest, heartfelt confessions
There will be many people out there who read my poetry.
Who to them as well it is their true experience and reality.
To them I am hoping seeing someone put the truth to words.
Gives them all some hope that one day they will be heard.
To those who think when will this depressing poetry end.
I can only say probably never and apologise once again.
Well, is that really the time, I must be going.
I can hear the words already for my next depressing poem.
Tobani April 2025.
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Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
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don't be so tough on yourself. You are a much admired poet here.This is a tough self reflection but very cleverly done.Excellent
Thank you for your kind words, not being tough, just being honest
I hear you Tobani and can identify with you. This poem is a confession for many good poets that conjure there best work out of the dregs or their pain. It is human emotion that makes for the best poems frills only add the icing on the cake. Nicely said my friend
Thank you for your kind words, very much appreciated
Excellent write
Thank you
You're welcome
Powerful work. Vulnerable and poignant.
Thank you Thomas, your feedback is very much appreciated
We all write the words that come into our minds Tobani and we just cannot change that, your poems are good and show us your life.
Andy
Thank you for your kind words, very much appreciated
Definitely an honest poem about your truth. And as you said in a comment to one of my poems, we understand why we write and also don’t mince our words or the thoughts that brought them.
Thank you for your feedback, very much appreciated
Freedom to express through words ..I call it a curse though...its a story that come with a rhyme like a goodbye song sung at THE..time.. .many people get caged in not expressing themselves just because it doesn't sound or rhyme right but those who express without thinking about those hindrances..are true ones...enjoyed a lot..
I agree writing doesn't have to be all singing and dancing, to some it's a curse to me I find writing so much easier than talking, I just let the pen flow and what comes out, comes out, thank you for your understanding feedback, very much appreciated
A powerful piece. The only thing that matters is that we keep writing.
Thank you
That's this genre for you. Whatever I wanted to say which society censured, I put in poetry. Whether charged with delinquency while burdened with abuse and questions, or otherwise, I love your lines. You don't need to be educated to be a poet. Gorgeously rendered with exceptional imagery and a charming poignancy. Thank you so much for sharing.
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