Category: Poems

A beautiful, powerful quote from Ernest Hemingway, on darkness, and the elixir of silent support

Ernest Hemingway Ernest Hemingway once said: ‘In our darkest moments, we don’t need solutions or advice. What we yearn for is simply human connection—a quiet presence, a gentle touch. These small gestures are the anchors that hold us steady when life feels like too much. Please don’t try to fix me. Don’t take on my … Continue reading A beautiful, powerful quote from Ernest Hemingway, on darkness, and the elixir of silent support →

Step it up a notch

Trigger Warning- References to suicide and self harm, this is a poem I wrong months and months ago before today, when I found it in saved drafts, I decided to publish it, due to the poignance and the power of the ; and it’s meaning, and significance, worth and hope…

The Green Mist

Originally written and published on 6th April 2018, on my earlier blog- http://www.dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com Hidden, lie the unseen branches Vanished, now- unseen green bloom Deathly claws frosting, winter’s gloom Tender, stems sleep, beneath chill moon Fallow, the heart of a breathless Earth Yet still come the brave, to spear through Ice glazed armour You will see … Continue reading The Green Mist →

Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates

New updates and original Artwork! Enjoy! https://mindinmotion.home.blog/2024/07/13/sketch-your-emotions-free/?page_id=3969 Poetry Yet poetry can forge lyrics from mere words, and be sources of support, for when people- myself included- need that extra art of words and reframing of the fight- to help them through darkness coated mental health journeys, where relentless depression and delusions, dissociation and trauma can … Continue reading Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates →

Your Name is a Soundwave

Air blows soft over sunning skin I ache to tell you how the birds here sing Catching myself, silly, Of course you know You’re always here Six years past that final Solstice All those new Suns, cycling between our last kiss In alignment with outdoor’s great birdsong I call out your name I call it … Continue reading Your Name is a Soundwave →

Sunlight windows

Within the shattered bone of a home The walls do wobble My feet do hobble The floors protrude then break away The journey from kitchen to bedroom Shakes and shakes Friends are not permitted here Protective parents don’t want them near Broken bones shatter neighbourhood landscapes The collapse of consistency brings the fear Within their … Continue reading Sunlight windows →

The disease of addiction- We came to realise

Hiding the the shadows, of yet another relapse So sick and tired now I’m locked in flames and smoke filled haze Now frozen in the afterglow Of an old life, an earlier ‘life‘ A life I cling to reluctantly Refusing to let go But the curtain’s drop has severed the show It is time for … Continue reading The disease of addiction- We came to realise →

Woodland Soundsystem

The music of the trees Send sound waves to my dreams As I pass them through a breeze I hear the voices of their leaves Humming Green, humming clean, humming vibrancy among leaf, branch, and homely nests Above soil’s bedding roots dipping low A patterned skyline steals the show Plant this baseline to my feet … Continue reading Woodland Soundsystem →

Mind In Motion

“Mind in Motion” When shadows rise and silence calls, When hope feels lost behind these walls, Let not your heart give in to fear, For even now, the light is near. The road may twist, the path may break, Yet every step is one we take. No fall too great, no night too long, We … Continue reading Mind In Motion →

Spinning in spiral

I creep into a tangle Mildly plucked, I’ve spun forsooth, a silvered web Draped in need, Dressed in lust, and endeavour Sparkling eyes. Look how she tries, endlessly tries Let’s douse oneself, Submerge ourselves In dancing, we’re disguised from Expectation’s hollow cries I once hopped here, swirled in spiral Trickled like a breeze Upon an … Continue reading Spinning in spiral →

Have a free poem day! Happy free poem day to you all!

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A Place To Fly…

A poem written by myself 19/10/2024 A place To Fly I have pictures, like paper trials, of a mind, absconded Words can be my muse, but they can deceive and confuse In sketches, the wrought iron gate, whereby the words keep watch, under key, late… A head filled with secret salubrity, ideas, overgrown trenches, sodden … Continue reading A Place To Fly… →

Roots of consent

A poem written by Ellie Neves 15/10/2024 Consent never came into it Firm roots elude the view Of the shrivel of a mind, lost to some bottomless pit Printing into soil, walks the weight Marks the shape, tattooed into pairs Familiar curvature, predictable size Footprints from shoes, carrying human bodily freight Track after track, car … Continue reading Roots of consent →

Bipolar ‘tomorrows’

Hypermanic polar opposites, Bipolar Disorder stirring and bubbling in a broth combined with C-PTSD and a sprinkle of ADHD… Yeah so apparently, that’s me🫨😵‍💫🫣 Not that my coffee table resembles any such a diagnosis at all! 😂🫣🎵 FYI- It took me fucking HOURS to concentrate enough to write this, so do me a favour and … Continue reading Bipolar ‘tomorrows’ →

Newly discovered old Poem

For several soundless seasons passedI’ve searched my future, present, past I’m looking for the tools I hadBack in some age where days were glad I thought about the skills I had, and subsequently, I began to grope my mind Language would follow meThrough my daysThen help me translateThe joy and the wretched,The divine, the unknown,All … Continue reading Newly discovered old Poem →

Flashbacks come, and flashbacks go. Just like imprints, in the snow.

Poem ‘Imprints in the snow’ A reflective piece inspired and triggered by experiences of C-PTSD, recovery, flashbacks, memories, and resilience.

The warrior and the shield

Life can be tough, I’m sure we can all agree. Sure it’s got its beautiful moments and even years, too, but we go through life, and despite individual differences in specific circumstances, we are on a battlefield, always. You can’t afford to let your guard down, neither can you afford to simply hide away from … Continue reading The warrior and the shield →

Short poem, or lyrics in the making

Sometimes one feels lost, swept away, from the familiarities of days which felt happier, and it’s easy to miss what you once knew then, you can loathe and dread all the chaos of the unknown, when suddenly, days swamped you with sadness, and your next best direction feels like a cloak over your vision, of … Continue reading Short poem, or lyrics in the making →

Our last goodbye

I never, ever, thought I’d have to say goodbye to you, my Mum, so soon and so unexpectedly, unfairly and incomprehensibly, as I did. You were more than my world, you were more than an Art Teacher, Mother, Wife, last surviving sibling of the two, and daughter to your own parents. More than a friend, … Continue reading Our last goodbye →

DBVT- Day before Valentine’s Day poem challenge

I am inclined towards believing the theme here in on love, then… Once, thus far, in my lifetime as it flows, I have felt the force of love, undefineable, divine. The kind that only the fortunate, lucky soul knows, and I can only wish to feel one day again. Beautiful, growing and rebounding, like an … Continue reading DBVT- Day before Valentine’s Day poem challenge →

2023

2023 was a year wherein I was still asleep Slumbering through the nightmare Of all things lost, and now not there I’d lost my ability to even weep The suffering had become so normal When I began to become aware The realisation was such a scare Like id woken up dismembered on a train track … Continue reading 2023 →

Poem time- What is life when it isn’t me?

What’s life if I cannot breathe, When the trees and the leaves Just hang still, With no breeze? What’s life if I cannot see? Past the mask that I wear To exist as anyone but me? Who’s with me when I stop and think, And I ask through the mask For some answer, but just … Continue reading Poem time- What is life when it isn’t me? →

Is this your life

Spinning slowly eyes unfocused a faint light in the distance coming through. Awakened from a slumber a sluggish haze that’s all around you. Shadows … Is this your life I really resonated with this brilliant poem. I can’t express enough how much I could relate to it, feel the sadness within, the despair. But when … Continue reading Is this your life →

First glass bauble- a poem from my old blog

First Glass Bauble A glass bauble hangs first, Itself, upon bristles flat, fat and green. In relief, windows shatter the surface of the dome. The canvas is cracked, into several shards Illuminating onthe curve, where the shine Peaks. Green bristles, flat though they are Exist in as a life in the current of living, A … Continue reading First glass bauble- a poem from my old blog →

Question of the day time

How are you creative? I am creative in my Art (inspired and given to me as a gift from my late mother) Psychedelic tree I am creative on the piano playing improv and trying to formulate songs (it always gets too excitable and carried away to form any viable structure, but I try, and I … Continue reading Question of the day time →

Spinning in Spiral

Spinning in Spiral… I creep into a tangle Mildly plucked, I’ve spun forsooth, a silvered web Draped in need, Dressed in lust, and endeavour Sparkling… Spinning in Spiral Another re-blog from my old blog I was hoping to revive on my new blog, should readers be inclined to take a spin in said spiral, reading … Continue reading Spinning in Spiral →

A poem from my old blog

Winking, the night drives on What with it’s charcoal reprieve and It’s cradling of our; My, Yours, Whoever’s mind.   Absence of light is great For … I wrote this about a month ago

This year

This year has brought chaos This year has brought fractures The days have slipped through me While the minutes drag like decades This year, it writes chapters The stories are told, Speak of love Speak of loss Speak of a free will depleting Control and coercion Narcotic and intoxicating Nonsense and anger Desperate diversion An … Continue reading This year →