Poetry Corner
Detoxity can vouch for the fact that a fun and effective way of cleansing the mind of negativity is to write!
Expressing feelings, emotions and memories into your own words helps to clear the mind and soothe the soul.
Over the years, we all have to sadly deal with emotional and heart-wrenching experiences including bereavement, heartbreak, regret, anger and jealousy.
Releasing emotion and pent-up aggression is a crucial element of the detox process - Remember, a healthy mind = a healthy body and our favourite
motto is "It's better out than in!"
Writing poetry can be a really beautiful thing. Here are some poems written by Detoxity during both happy and sad times.
They touch on issues of grief, loss, disability and chocolate (!) but every one was part of an emotional detox process.
We would love to hear your poems, so please email them to us at
info@detoxity.co.uk and with your consent, we will feature our favourite poems in Poetry Corner!
The Nineteenth ChildClick Here To See The Poem
Balloons, streamers and lots of toys
Squealing girls and boisterous boys
An entertainer with a magic wand
And awkward parents trying to bond
The birthday girl sits on a purple throne
Devouring a chicken leg down to its bone
Girls Aloud begins to blare
As eighteen six year olds bounce in the air
But a nineteenth child remains in his seat
Nervously looking down, he stares at his feet
I get the feeling he wants to be discreet...
Billy Stanford trips on the floor
Just as Clare's fingers are trapped in the door
Birthday Girl's mum starts to declare...
"Games time now...can you all find a chair..."
The birthday girl rounds the crowd
All but the nineteenth child start screaming loud
I get the feeling he is simply proud...
Eighteen chairs suddenly appear
As two of the adults crack open a beer
One mutters to the other "do you remember this game?"
"Funny how through the years, they stay the same."
The game begins - the music blares
They all precariously eye up the chairs
The music stops and they scramble and climb
But the nineteenth child is out of time
He seems unfazed and just stares at the sky
I watch him as the minutes pass by
I get the feeling he is painfully shy
The end of the party and I begin to see
Just how selfish some children can be
"I don't want crisps - I want some cake"
What do they expect - a last minute bake?
I continue to monitor – and feel a surge of love
Despite the jeers, the boy looks above
At the hands of the others, the nineteenth child
Has been ignored, laughed at and even reviled
With a horrific reverie, I turn to stone
All day this child has been completely alone
In a pitying tone, I overhear a mum
Muttering "It's so sad he's deaf and dumb."
I battle to accept how cruel this world has become.
The WriterClick Here To See The Poem
The call is over
He has a lump in his throat
The pressure in his head
Is building
His shoulders are heavy
His muscles ache
He feels unwell
And craves darkness
No words come to his mouth
No tears come to his eyes
He goes into the kitchen
Makes himself a cup of tea
Adds milk and two sugars
Stirs it
He goes into his bedroom
Towards his desk
Gets his pen and notepad
From the drawer
Sits down
Opens the book
Takes the lid off the pen
And writes
He hears the click of the front door
His wife is home
The notepad, pen, words, truth go back into the drawer
He turns his head to the door
And smiles
Saturn ReturnsClick Here To See The Poem
Have you heard of "Saturn Returns?"
I hadn't before - the regret now burns.
For, if I knew then what I now know.
I'd have prepared myself for a year of woe.
It was pre-ordained in the galaxy of stars
That my 28th year would leave me with scars.
Google it now and you will see
That the inevitable curse of astrology
Means that as you approach your 28th year..
WARNING. CAUTION. VENTURE WITH FEAR!
It will be a life-changing year for you.
Saturn returns to teach a thing or two.
ForgetClick Here To See The Poem
Forget his smile
Forget his face
Forget his kiss, his warm embrace
Forget the love you two once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they play your song
Forget you cried the whole night long
Forget how close you two once were
Remember he has chosen her.
YummyClick Here To See The Poem
Oh so naughty but so nice!
Wrapped in your warm entice
Dark and mysterious, yet soft and sleek
I undress you slow and pop you in my cheek
I sink into a wondrous zone
And even emit an appreciative moan.
I salivate as you melt my heart
Knowing that I've seen the start
Of a fully fledged love affair.
Will you marry me, Mr Chocolate Eclair?
The Start of a Very Bad Year.Click Here To See The Poem
What would you do if the unthinkable occurred?
It's hard to imagine, it seems too absurd.
It's just happened. Please God, no.
The mind can't comprehend. Just try to breathe slow.
No, I don't want to ever breathe again. Not without you.
Take me with you. I want to come too.
Futile QuestionsClick Here To See The Poem
Does the fact that I swear make me a sinner?
Will a one-off roulette gamble make me a winner?
When I curse at the alarm at quarter past seven
Will my blasphemous bleat curb my stairway to heaven?
I have cheated and lied and caused pain in my life
Yet have also massaged and eased other's strife
A juxtaposition of bad and good
Live a complete virtue...who possibly could?
Should I feel guilty for getting my kicks
Out of bargainous shoes or frilly pink knicks?
Am I a bad egg for ignoring the war
Because I know it is not at my door?
Or am I a saint for shedding a tear
When listening to the tale of a poor soul's fear?
Do I watch too much telly... do I not watch enough?
Will it humour me, teach me or make me more tough?
Do the books that I read make me hopeful and wise?
Or tell a fake story through another one's eyes?
Have I lived and loved...have I done enough yet?
How do I know if my sun will soon set?
Futile questions - an endless ream
My advice to me: live each day like a dream.
Thankyou...Click Here To See The Poem
What would I do?
In a world without you?
I dread to think...
I'd surely sink.
This is my short and simple ode
To thank you for easing my recent load
And massaging my pain and strife
And giving worth back to my life.
I owe you all eternal thanks
For being such patient tear tanks
If one day...
I can ever re-pay
Just call and I'll be on my way.
x
Four Weddings and a FuneralClick Here To See The Poem
I'd cracked a joke about getting old...
"Funerals and weddings - that's what I've been told."
I could never have guessed.
It was only a jest.
But after my gag - the very next year...
Four weddings (with many a cheer)
And one funeral (with an eternal tear).
The Angel of DanceClick Here To See The Poem
She tapdances on Neptune - a wondrous sight!
Before Jupiter-Jiving with all her might
She sashays the surface of Mercury,
A glittering performance for all to see.
She shimmers the stars with a glitzy ray
And invites Orion to come and play
The Angel of Dance loves to roam free
She creates a Celestial Symphony.
Her pirouettes and perfect jumps
Cascade along the Moon's great bumps
She slides around Saturn's rings
And glides through space with delicate wings
She cheekily limbos under a satellite
And salsas in the Sun's orange light
Never before had there ever been
A piece of heaven illuminating the scene.
It wasn't by chance...
The Angel of Dance
Was taken from Earth
Because of her worth.
They needed her gloss...
It is Planet Earth's loss
Luckily for me
She is there to see.
Old TreeClick Here To See The Poem
I look in the mirror
And I see my face
Lines tell stories
Of the life I've embraced
I don't want to start things
And throw them all away
I want to start something
And I want it to stay
I don't want to hurt
Anymore
Don't want to see tears
Or gifts left at my door
I want to plant something fresh and new
And watch it grow
And watch it grow
I've grown new leaves
And watched them fall
Now I want some roots
To give meaning to it all
Will this time be different
Or just the same as before?
Years of growing
I'm like a big old tree
I want a tree to lean on
That wraps around me
I will support you
Together we will be
Wind rain or shine
You and me
Butterfly EffectClick Here To See The Poem
This truly happened. I kid you not.
Like a superhero in a Sci-Fi plot,
I placed the dead butterfly in my palm
And marvelled at this creature of calm
Then had an unwavering need to believe
That I could be the butterfly's reprieve.
I had the power. I had to trust.
This creature could dance before turning to dust.
I placed my hand up in the air
And over its body, do delicate and bare.
And with my heart - with all its might
I emanated love and energy and light.
I felt a twitch and opened my eyes.
Time stopped to witness the surprise.
I have the power! I wasn't wrong.
I gave this butterfly a last Swan Song.
To My Beautiful MummyClick Here To See The Poem
I can't believe I am writing this, I can't believe it's true,
How could this have happened, to a butterfly like you?
Every morning when I wake, your face is still so clear,
And then the horror dawns on me, that you're no longer here.
So this is why I'm telling you, just what you meant to me,
And how you were the best example of who I want to be.
As a child I'd stare for hours at your gentle face
And think "I'm so lucky that my mummy's full of grace"
I'd watch you in the kitchen as you cooked my yummy stew
And wished, when I grew up, I'd be as beautiful as you.
My friend, my guide, my constant beam of light
You dried my tears when I was sad and sang to me at night
We danced for hours, practicing your childhood routines
We laughed for days, and promised to fulfil our wildest dreams.
Your beauty glowed within you too, and everyone you met
Loved your infectious personality- a sun that never set
If I could have just one more day, do you know what I would do?
I'd book a one way ticket to the moon for me and you.
I miss your smile, I miss your face, I wish I'd see the sight
Of "Mum calling" flashing on my mobile phone at night.
I know I have to be strong right now, I know that's what you'd say
But my pillar of strength has forever gone away.
I don't understand how the clock still ticks, or how the bird still sings
How can it be when my favourite angel no longer has her wings?
Your final weeks, although so hard, afforded us the time
To talk through all the memories we never left behind.
I'm glad you are free right now, and rid of all the pain,
And that you are now able to sing and dance again.
I promise I will do my best, to make you very proud
Watch over me from time to time upon your fluffy cloud.
My beautiful Mummy, It's been a pleasure
The loss I feel is hard to measure
My life, my soul, my one true love
I'll see you again in the heavens above
x
Children of CambodiaClick Here To See The Poem
The sun was shining, and so were they...
Happy faces in the sun's bright ray.
I closed my eyes - a smile appeared.
This orphanage was not as I'd feared.
Visions of sad, lonely children were washed away
The children of Cambodia live another day.
We taught you how to spell our names
And throughout our stay played lots of games
Like Simon Says (The English way!)
The children of Cambodia love to play.
I fell in love with every one
And learned how each child had become
A symbol of hope for those who were lost
In Cambodia's very own holocaust.
With the love and care from their team
The children of Cambodia are allowed to dream.
Your twinkly eyes and blazing grins
Are living proof that war never wins.
Continue this path; you will be fine women and men
And you won't ever have to be sad again.
Keep working hard and laughing loud
And the ones you lost would be very proud
You all have hope and intuition
And all your dreams will come to fruition
You will always be loved and never be alone;
One big family that will remain when you've grown.
There is no need to shed a tear...
The children of Cambodia no longer have fear.
It's a pleasure to have met you
A dream come true
Although you are hundreds of miles away
The children of Cambodia are in my heart to stay
(And I have a feeling I will be back one day!)
Forget Her NotClick Here To See The Poem
Don't forget
Never regret
Allow yourself to shed a tear
But cherish the glow of yesteryear
When it's lonely and dark just remember
Snuggling up in the chill of November
Think of the times when she basked in the sun
Be thankful for the decades of fun
Remember her funny faces and expressions
And her wondrous tales of past life regressions
Laugh at her ballet moves in her bedroom
And the marvel of her azaleas coming into bloom
Wet yourself at the recollection
Of her repetitive shock at your sense of direction
Everyone knew of her entrepreneur streak
She'd have gadgets and potions arrive every week
The constant enthusiast - she never tired
Respect the positive attitude that never expired
Remember how she lit up lives
Parents, children, husbands and wives
She encouraged others to come out of their shells
With drama teaching and magic spells!
Feel grateful when you hear them say
"She changed my life in more than one way"
My mum was certainly one of a kind
A rare diamond that's hard to find
Let her live on - for she is in me
Revel in the genetic similarity
If I can be even just a trace
Of what she was...it's a better off place
Forget her not...forgive the steal
Of the biggest spoke in your spinning wheel
Remember her fondly and remember this line:
"I am so lucky that she was all mine."
Fight or Flight?Click Here To See The Poem
I'm trying and begging with all my might
To battle through and win this fight
The fear has gone now that my greatest fear has occurred
I am fearless now but it seems absurd
Please God, bring back my biggest fear
Then she would still be here
I cannot fight...
Despite my might
The only option is to flight
Darkness, Despair And IClick Here To See The Poem
"Darkness" is back. This time he's strong.
He never leaves me for very long.
Like a boomerang, he only grants
A moment's reprieve in his cyclical dance.
Loyal as a dog, if I forget he's there,
He will jump and catch me unaware.
He's claimed my soul as his own
Yet "Darkness" still cannot be alone.
He brings along his favourite playmate.
Her name is "Despair"; she joins our fate.
She is softer than him - she can understand
The pain she inflicts is hard to withstand.
But "Despair" does not exist without her friend,
A joint velocity I am weak to defend.
"Darkness," "Despair" and little old me.
"Three's a crowd" I beg... but I'll never be free.
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