We all couldn't wait
To grow up, to get out
To fully understand
What the world was about
Only to find
On the other side
The beauty we saw
As a child, had died
The day turned to night
The blue turned to gray
The innocence of life
Had faded away.
So many dreams
Now seem cast down
Remember when difficult
Meant choosing marker or crayon?
Thursday 4th August 2016 2:55 pm
Tags: experience, growing older, life, love, poem, poetry, short poem
My Misses has a mistress
She comes here then and now
She always sneaks in quietly
And when she leaves she's loud
She lives here some nights
On the other side of the bed
She stays here with my misses
She lives inside her head
I watch her leech away her life
She slyly steals her smile
And when she wants to make love
She takes my misses for a while
She didn't come ...
Monday 1st August 2016 2:27 pm
Tags: depression, love, poem, poetry, relationships
I remember the late nights I lay awake thinking about you.
The way you looked at me when I was heavily intoxicated.
You were laughing.
Not the “I’m sorry for you laughing”
But the genuine laughing.
(With a smile that could light up the world)
The memory makes me think we dated
But that’s a silly thought.
So many of my thoughts surrounded you.
Wednesday 20th July 2016 9:44 pm
Tags: free verse, indie farrough, love, poem, poetry, thoughts, thoughts that keep you awake
A girl that has no name,
which hides her tears before the darkness of the sea;
dusty books, lonely places
or a chair without repair
The girl who didn’t know what to answer,
that grew up within and put beauty to suffering;
a perfume in desolation
An empty body that will never be mine;
the indecipherable colors of freedom,
Tuesday 12th July 2016 12:33 pm
Sunday 10th July 2016 1:55 am
Tags: ghosts, Poem, Silly
Good afternoon one and all!
I hope this isnt cheating as such, but I've just uploaded a two-part poem over on my soundcloud, these can be listened to either as a whole or as seperate tracks. Please find the link below and I hope you enjoy!
Thursday 16th June 2016 4:05 pm
Tags: audio, poem, political, punk, punk poetry, soundcloud, spoken word
There was a monk
well, a former monk
and he was handing out free cups of tea
As he did he spoke of
and letting go of material possessions.
I took him up on his offer and we conversed
but then he asked me about my job
and I ashamedly admitted that I felt down
I work for a corporation
but he held me in a s...
Sunday 12th June 2016 9:45 pm
Tags: black humour, comedy, humour, leeds, poem, poetry, punk, punk poetry
A Loan Man stands
Awkwardly in a conference room
Through corrugated glass slats
Cracks reveal stacks
of printer paper, standard size
Promising- so bright and white
Taller than he
Behind which he hides.
Closes his eyes.
Hand to forehead
Elbow to stack
A prayer recited: "Is it five o'clock yet?"
"Somewhere", he thinks
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:56 pm
Tags: american culture, american work, chandra mossine, corporate culture, cubicle, cubicle life, cultural criticism, cultural critique, poem, poetry, work life
From the front of the conference room
He wraps us in a voice born of the pulpit
Buttery and gravelly and low
He floats down from the makeshift stage
Tells of the flying fish
Gives us magic sunglasses
So we can see through water
He's here to talk about new eyes
To see what under(lies)
He's selling a new language
In it, we write our morality on the wall...
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:52 pm
Tags: chandra mossine, cultural criticism, cultural critique, donald trump, poem, poetry, political
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
Tags: chandra mossine, entropy, nature, poem, poetry, prose, short form, short poem
Thursday 26th May 2016 6:03 am
Tags: broken, broken hearted poem, california, experience, los angeles, love, love lost, poem, poetry, real life, sad
no poem for the queen
the poet laureate needs to come clean
about why there is
no poem for the queen
marking her ninetieth birthday
the 21st of april 2016
Wednesday 11th May 2016 2:08 pm
Tags: birthday, birthday poem, ninetieth, no poem, poem, Poet Laureate, Queen
Twenty seven years of sleepless nights
enduring a lifetime of injustice.
Fighting endlessly to clear the name...
of friends and loved ones wrongly blamed.
Justice should have been swift and free,
but corruption was present from the start
and lay at the heart of this tragedy.
Adding pain and deepening their misery.
Always dignified. Unflinching in their efforts,
the strength it has...
Thursday 28th April 2016 9:23 am
Tags: campaign, Hillsborough, justice, poem, protest
Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.
Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
Monday 25th April 2016 5:27 am
Tags: beauty, change, children, color, destruction, earth, expression, inside, life, melody, poem, progress, remember, science, space, thought
If you live your life in fear
There exists a call you cannot hear
A call for reason, trust and hope
One that will pull you up, and
pull you from the downward slope
It comes from within, and not from outside
And it can flow through you, reaching far
and reaching wide
It is your call, and yours alone
So make sure you listen, and
always pick up that phone
Sunday 24th April 2016 11:58 am
Tags: Poem, The Call Within
No matter how harsh the road might be
At least I walk upon it
No matter how harsh the last day was
At least the next day greets me
No matter how dark the day might be
At least there is still day
No matter how deluded, horrible,
Sadistic or rude people are
At least there are still people
No matter how they might make me feel
At least I can still feel
Tuesday 19th April 2016 10:25 pm
Tags: At Least, Life, Motivation, Poem
To the death, we say,
Breath licked with flame, spits to my face;
Racing temples pump furious blood
Through ferrous veins,
Manes rise, eyes blister with relentless rage;
Then, clenched fists draw clotted blood
Through plum knuckles.
My neck buckles,
Cracking bone like tinder,
The interweave of puffed ribs and scarlet skin
Glisten with fetid sweat;
Monday 11th April 2016 12:02 pm
Tags: battle, demons, depression, mental health, poem, poetry, turmoil
The moth, she knows the flame will burn
But back again, again she comes,
Her velvet collisions dress the air,
Sparkling against these tempting embers
Where she throws herself over and over
Upon the most flickering of fascinations,
Such senseless self-immolation
Strips her to a carapace,
Leaving her scorched, naked, undressed, undone,
Beneath the tragic unravelling of her world.
Friday 8th April 2016 10:10 am
Tags: addiction, death, love, Moth, nature, poem, poetry, punishment
And she will always reflect
the hidden traits
in which you already possess
~ nicoline ~
Thursday 31st March 2016 6:29 pm
Tags: poem, poet, poetry, reflections
Should we walk by the waters edge
Or swim against the flow,
Where men in oceans, stained with red
Live shortened lives below?
Should we walk by the waters edge
Or break against the waves,
Where women flounder where they fled
In watery graves?
Should we walk by the waters edge
Or thrash against the tide,
Where children drown in sunken beds
Whose parents made them lie?
Should we wa...
Friday 25th March 2016 8:10 pm
Tags: Poem, poetry, Refugees, Syria, Terrorism, War
Descends amidst the catastrophe
Prefers the straw over thrones
Tends the grazing cattle
Frolics that “dark-skinned”
With the street urchins
Aiming stones at the earthen pots
“Trades of milk”; he aptly defies
First feed kids in the countryside
Heals the wounds with peacock feather
Melts over pounded rice of the poor
Colours all in tunes of oneness
Of his s...
Friday 25th March 2016 8:14 am
Tags: Easter Collage Poem, poem
No matter where your hatred stems
Or where you spread your lies,
Beneath your feet the earth condemns
These lands you terrorise.
No matter where your hideouts hide
Or where your burrows bore,
Pointless is your suicide;
Baseless is your law.
No matter where your masses chant
Or where your fighters flock,
Immaterial is your rant -
Unnoticed is your shock.
No matter where you instill fear
Or where you...
Wednesday 23rd March 2016 9:22 am
Tags: Belgium, Brussels, Death, Hate, Poem, Poetry, Terrorism
As a poet I ought
to devote a bit more care to my craft,
yet my rhymes are a crime
as I try to fit ‘find’ with ‘grime’.
Is it because I have too little time,
or just that I’m too lazy to count out the right syllables
and try to pass by with half-rhymes existing only in accents risible
along with a helpful helping of ‘artistic license’
with the vain hope that everything – so...
Monday 21st March 2016 5:12 pm
Tags: poem, poetry
What a night
changed my whole perspective
tiny square piece of paper
dissolves on my tongue
hours of deep thought
time filled with colors and laughter
the world is big
I’m just a kid
someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop
pay the tax man
stand the picket line
I just wanna get laid
Friday 26th February 2016 12:03 am
Tags: acid, change for the better, poem, short poem, Social Observations
Diving in deep
Escaping the estuary
On the littoral
Wiping off persona
with the towel of horizon
In the sacred sands
Reflection of her
Salinity of the Sea
Entangled raven hair-locks
Murmuring moist lips
Bosom hooked in shells
And scaled turquoise tail
Words of wisdom
Learned in the
Kingdom of Marines
Safe from sharks
Familiar fins and gills
Shall not ...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 3:06 pm
I create stress for myself
even on vacation
I’m working on it
“simmer down” they say
Am i that bad?
even the pope takes an angry shit right?
everyone has to worry about something
nothing but truth,
I’m not comfy unless I worry
I envy those who walk without baggage
how do they do it?
I can make it a day
then she scr...
Friday 29th January 2016 8:15 pm
Tags: poem, poetry, social commentary, Social Observations
I’m not the best lover
can’t dance much either
never won a poker game
never guessed the jelly beans
haven’t won a sweep steaks of any kind
failed to roll 300
don’t really like vegetables
prefer burgers to pretty much anything
afraid of the ocean from time to time
Jaws was mean but brilliant
I can catch a ball
any ball, any time...
Thursday 28th January 2016 10:47 pm
Tags: hank, poem, poker, social commentary
I sat on a bench for an hour
ugly dogs and sad people
grey men with bad backs
carrying shit and ancient thoughts
I wonder about a blonde lady
was she the one who gave blowjobs and never made you call her
I wonder how long he will take to realize he’s gay
or hates his father
how much of that college degree do you really use?
do you feel pre...
Thursday 21st January 2016 6:50 pm
Tags: poem, poets, Social Observations
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