There is a rawness to us all we fight and fall just to have it all painting a picture for the world to see not what we are but who we want to be beauty and terror all in one we don't want our flaws to be seen by none we live our lives but most of the time we forget and allow harsh words inside to control how broken we really are only time will tell if it leaves a scar forever searching to please t...
Thursday 23rd October 2014 5:57 pm
Also by Harmony Norris:Entry | Bare |
Know God and know peace,
leaning not on your own understanding.
Earthly troubles will never cease -
Use faith to quell the inner longing.
Regardless of your circumstance,
you are empowered to be an overcomer.
Rejoice in the midst of difficulties;
in His Presence, find holy favor.
He has promised to supply our needs!
Things can not fill the hole of one’s heart.
Cleanse your mind wit...
Thursday 23rd October 2014 5:26 pm
Tags: breunig,christian poetry,faith,poetry,True Contentment
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem/Song: Just a Word, Lord | Poem: Teach Me to Pray | Poem: Called To Worship | Poem: Daily Intercession | Poem: Celestial Lodestone | Poem: Between Two Thieves | Poem: Walls Tumbled Down | Poem: A Psalm for the Prisoner | Poem: Beware the Antichrist | Poem: Remembering Pentecost | Poem: Comes the Rain |
but rarely admit
what it has gone through -
the long nights
spent wrapped up
in some rusted bag of past,
days before when
walked on stomach,
mornings fresh fat
on the rug,
some menaced robin head.
We delight in its bijou,
its glass head of colour,
how the little bob to
gives us safety.
On your shoulder,
it is a good rest,
sweet and sleepy velvet,
Thursday 23rd October 2014 2:23 pm
If I could write poetry
by simply placing
on a sheet of paper,
how much more easier
and self rewarding
it would be.
And no other way
could be more original.
In the meantime-
wheres that fucking
modern day quill?
Thursday 23rd October 2014 10:41 am
Also by Solar:From a tower block window | putting up with | Predator | Automorons disease | In versus out? no contest! | That Narnia feeling | Silent quest | About my first God of love | Opting for Mr. In-between | woeful withdrawal | Mr Sad |
An explosion in the engine room and the ship needed
urgent repair in Houston ; I rented a car...a Buick I think
a big box like monster that skidded on slightest wet surface.
Mind I could only drive the car on my afternoon break.
Sundays was my day I started early took the whole off as
a chief steward I could do that leaving the cook to sort and
he was free to drink b...
Thursday 23rd October 2014 10:20 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :debris | dictators and others | the loss | equines | stone stallion | the precious |
Is this my truth
The saying goes its the things
we don't mean to say that
hurt the most
an accident of word play
can ignite the fire of lies
but the water of apology
can extinguish the fire
Thursday 23rd October 2014 1:20 am
Happiness lies in everyone.
Everyone has it, everyone feels it.
But, for me, its a feeling
that I have not felt
for a long period of time
that I don't remember
how It feels to truly be happy.
Because every bit of happiness I come to feel
is destroyed so quickly and is replaced with sadness.
It's as if the world doesn't want me to be happy
that the only feeling I'm only allowed to feel
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 10:00 pm
Tags: happy,sad,unknown feeling
Also by Spoken_Thoughts:To be YOUR best | Never did I Thought | 24 days before Christmas | Two in One | Day to Night | What I love about myself. | Expectation | All I'll be is me | A letter to you... | With You.... | No Guarantee | Always the same.... | R.I.P MY HEART | LIFE... | Dear Brother | L..O..V..E.. | You took my Heart | Lost Child | Ones' Face | No Voice | New and Improve | When you find.. | Mommy Please | Your Meaningless Love | The Monster in me | My Ghostly brother..??? | Listen |
She’s the kind of girl that gathers withered wildflowers, and sticks them in her hair even though their beauty has gone. There is a broken beauty is something such as flowers without life. Their crumpled petals and weak stems remind her of herself, and almost like looking in a shattered mirror the reflection seen is all too familiar. Is it wrong to collect the things that remind us so much of ou...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 8:08 pm
Also by Jen Rose:Drowning in You | Final Masterpiece |
A feeling unknown surrounds my aching bones,
A feeling felt before but on a totally different course,
A good, bad, happy, sad, feeling of confusion,
An autopsy needed to look at my heart before these feelings stop,
All this makes no since and writing it out in inconvenient,
As I try to separate words from feeling I end up lost,
There are no wor...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 7:06 pm
Also by Kassandra Morris:The Dark | It's not easy | Moonlight | Beauty and the Beast | Thirsty For Love |
I had an MRI scan just the other day
They wanted a look at my pelvis
But there's one thing that I have to say
They wouldn't let me wriggle like Elvis.
They put me on a moving tray
And fed me into a tube
Once inside there was no getting away
So snug I thought they'd need lube!
I lay there reciting while all around
Came hums and screeches and clicks
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 5:11 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:LOVE'S CONFUSION | TONY AND DAVE |
Ah Winter, you beast!
With your frosticle mornings,
your quiversome evenings,
how I do dread your draughty blue fingers.
I shiver from Autumn to Spring.
She loves you,
so much, so munch.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 12:48 pm
~~The Quiet Compere Tour is 'Supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England'
~~Quiet Compere National Tour 2015 – Confirmed Schedule
Date City Venue
Thursday 5th March Halifax Bar Up –
(co-host Spoken Weird)
Address: Princess Street, 5 Union Cross Yard, Halifax, West Yorkshire, HX1 1TS
Friday 27th March Durham The Old Cinem...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 10:36 am
Afraid Of The Dark
what you can’t see
cannot hurt you
ghouls and ghosts
things of the dark
things you don’t understand.
close your eyes go to sleep
think of happy things and places
let your mind move on
be at peace child
the thing that scratches at the window
you know it’s just a branch
the creak of a floorboard
late at night
a cold chill that drifts
through a warm house
Tuesday 21st October 2014 6:59 pm
Tags: afraid,darkness,fairy tales,halloween,illness,richpix,white lies
Also by Ian Whiteley:Weird Sisters | In The Beginning | funeral days | Blockhead | STILL IN THE WAR, BOYS! - new CD and download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |
Some years ago, when I still could before ill health
scuppered me, I was out on a country ramble with a
couple of acquaintances; when suddenly from away off in the trees
I heard the call of a cuckoo. I took it rather personally, I thought
it was laughing at me; having been 'cuckolded' all my life by
more well suited males making the women I've fallen in
love with their wives....
Tuesday 21st October 2014 2:44 pm
Tags: cd players,cuckoos,fig biscuits,samuel barber
Also by Phil Fletcher:There's a gas chamber across the way from me. | 'Charles (Salvador) Bronson' and Me. | Hot and Wet. |
Struck blind under a brilliant gold spotlight,
an ivory-coloured justice, cowering, shields her plaintive blue eyes
from the jaundiced, septic yellowing cowardice
bowed above her.
There is no black cap for this white star
as crimson garnet stains now dried ochre from brick-red brown
fade grey as a memory
and the avaricious green capital is quenched by a young rose’s life....
Tuesday 21st October 2014 1:54 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Faith | Marsden | Astrolabe |
Several of my poems (Boat Story 1 and 2, River Story) alongside other poems by members of Write Out Loud, Stockport (John, Linda, Nigel and Meschach) about rivers and boats have appeared on the healthwaterystrust website.
These can be read at http://www.healthywaterwaystrust.org.uk/index.php/about/36-poems
and as be seen from the website looking for additional poems too.
Tuesday 21st October 2014 12:58 pm
Also by Andy N:Boat Story |
It's good to have sunny spells on an October day
Although the clouds are never far away
Time for that worn out fleece from last year
Time for the beanie hat...
Time to put on some winter fat
Time to sort out the winter linen
Time for Halloween and show some willing
But for the moment savour these sunny spells
And send the sunshine one last fond farewell.
17th October 2014.
Tuesday 21st October 2014 12:50 pm
Tags: nature Autumn
Also by Royston Williams:A poem simply titled Time and written in 1995. | Autumn, Part 1. | Ground down. |
It's the peoples opiate of choice
Mozilla Firefox, Safari, Chrome
Where one cannot hate or love but 'like'
And relationships are just a game
Can't help but think it's a fucking shame
That the greatest library in all the world
Is no more than a church for the sort
Of vacuous arse I took the piss
Out of at school. Well they're winning now.
But the inte...
Tuesday 21st October 2014 1:28 am
Monday 20th October 2014 10:23 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:The shove | sink, swim or make do | Waiting in Line | Forever | fragile |
Some years ago,
I wrote a letter of hope,
It was addressed to you as if,
As if you cared how people felt,
It talked of young people – their world
And our fears for their future,
And begged of you a look at
I should have saved the money
For the stamp!
Monday 20th October 2014 9:18 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:The World Be Nothing We Own | For My Family | Humility's Loss |
I've lost count of all the drinks I've downed.
So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it's taking his place.
But what else can you do when he refuses to face your reality?
My mental state is not secure.
Unrequainted love is a bore.
How can he ignore the pain that he's inflicted?
Fools rush in, so here am I.
I'm so tired of being here, but how can I move on when everyth...
Monday 20th October 2014 8:04 pm
My debut poetry pamphlet is scheduled for publication in February 2015! http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/update-from-eyewear-publishing-2020-pamphlet-series/#more-1397
Monday 20th October 2014 6:41 pm
Tags: 20/20 pamphlet series,Eyewear Publishing,poetry competitions,poetry pamphlets,poetry publications
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Writing and working full time | Happy National Poetry Day |
Tell to me of true love stirring
Heart cold upon a somewhere stone
Beside the river fast and flowing
Beside the rivers rushes bending
Comes there firefly and sunbeam
Owl and vixen homeward fleeting
Feather and fur that smell of night
Into the early nearly light
In the misting hint of sunlight
Hidden beneath a somewhere stone
So close to true loves calling
Near the river fast...
Monday 20th October 2014 5:30 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:So Far Away So Long Ago | One Day Every Day |
I take a stand against bullshit and bullshitters
of and of those
who pretend for whatever empty headed reasons of their own
to see what is neither here,there
or for that matter,any fucking where
vis-a-vis the unknown
inclusive of all invisibilities
things with the same credibility as sweet fuck-all
I'm blood,bone and fleshed passenger
here and now,in thi...
Monday 20th October 2014 3:05 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Mrs.Blahblah | message for the EVIL | No longer on the ball |
Do not let your eyes glaze over;
There are hidden messages
Behind the chatter.
Monday 20th October 2014 11:56 am
Also by Natfastic:Crap Poem | Buttercup | Fuck It | People Pleaser | Different Styles | Let's Hug It Out | Paintballing | Sleep | Man Handled | Arsonist |
While his hands discovered the matter
of my hair, tangles between,
He closed his eyes and I could see
the focus in his lips, the soft curl,
The cold concentrated precision-
Like sucking on an orange piece.
The sky was peach, the beach bare,
Vibrant horizons each corner that
closed us in and
the dusk hung in time holding it all,
Like my head was held in his hands.
Monday 20th October 2014 12:49 am
Also by Charlotte:Mania |
A poor relation and a chit of a girl,
what else did you need to know
beyond your place in the scheme
of things, or the cold accountancy
of love versus indigence?
The day you arrived your cousin
Edmund taught you the meaning
of kindness when, for a moment,
you felt like an equal
or something more than nothing.
These days, dressed decently,
you read to...
Sunday 19th October 2014 7:16 pm
Also by David Cooke:Cities | Bamboo |
Laced in strips of a noir film,
Timewarped into the centre
Of 21st Manchester City Centre,
Our 6th adventure began with
A staring confronation
With a hated ex boss
From a job I won’t even put
On my CV
Across St Peters Square
Who I think would have said something
But realised out of that place
I would have likely lamped him,
Then two policeman trying
To stop a tramp licking cof...
Sunday 19th October 2014 6:30 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:Waiting for Nancy (V) | Waiting for Nancy (IV) |
Wishing humble resolution, reversed on both ends of a lucid looking glass. Hoping hopelessness, Remembering remnants, miniscule moments. What could have been different my innocents, pieces, parts, carbon copies of the softened edges of my sanctified soul. Forever asking for your eternal forgiveness. Unable to forget the forgetable fear, between your eyes.... And mine. The moment, minute, of ...
Sunday 19th October 2014 3:37 pm
Tags: abstract,agony,children,forgiveness,free write,kids,love,pain,sorrow,true
Also by John H.:Free write #1 |
The clicking, ticking,
precision point picking,
of my far-off days
and wending ways,
my here now look you,
my future and i'm about
to fuck you
have now become
and these words
words and foto T Carroll
Sunday 19th October 2014 11:41 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:I never sleep when... | Semi tone | in bits |
I know I’ve been the slave of Lust,
It‘s pleasures lifted me on high,
It gave me joys beyond compare,
Denial just the pointless lie.
Of Gluttony I had my fill,
Expense accounts first saw to that,
I raped the menus, drank the wine,
And misted mellow chewed the fat.
And what of Greed, amassing wealth,
Was that so bad to want for more,
Sunday 19th October 2014 8:56 am
AN ODE TO MY GRANDDAD.
When you opened your arm
And held me close that night ,
I didn’t picture calm.
Unfortunately my instinct became right
With a totally red face with tears,
I knelt down beside your casket
Pondering on our beautiful relationship,
It’s hard to hear….
Though I do realize you were
Completely out of this physical basket,
Thy are the cleverest, funniest, and best Granddad
A girl can ever ...
Sunday 19th October 2014 8:14 am
Also by Manasa Krishnan:Fantasies of being a teenager |
You are the one thing that i can't tame
The one person makes me insane
But i simply can't step away...
Love is sadly fickle in that way...
Even with how you've changed
I can't stop these feelings even to this day
I wish i could close my eyes and not see you there
With an endless never ending stare
That opens my heart and wrenches my soul
Because when i open my eyes...
Sunday 19th October 2014 6:01 am
Also by Robert Stanley:Perception |
Cowering in the hills
Distant from your tide
Within your footprint
Camouflaged from your stride
Safety thrives here
Words tell me inside
these four walls
Im safe here!!
of futuristic chores
Saturated in a safety sheet
My life is so neat
Mentally tied up
Hands behind my ...
Saturday 18th October 2014 9:51 pm
The flouting statement is rife -
How death and taxes are
The two certainties of life.
And both, to be sure, do hold
Lores of being a shame -
Thus, backing one may seem bold.
But taxes it seems to me -
When used in proper ways -
Are good for humanity.
It’s natural to compete,
But cultural to share -
And tax keeps folks off the street.
Saturday 18th October 2014 3:03 pm
-The ramblings of another young girl-
I fell hard, fast and all at once.
I believed in this thing called
after all this pain and misery..
all this hurt and agony I have gone through,
All I can remember about "love" is how much it hurts when it's gone.
All I remember is how bad I shattered..
when you took ...
Saturday 18th October 2014 5:10 am
Saturday 18th October 2014 12:11 am
Also by Cecilia Kovacs:Emerge |
My love, my love,
Coated in thin gold,
Grinning like treasure, rare,
Fanning the flames that burn old.
My rapture, my rapture,
Cordial as my heart beats,
Docile like a child of God,
Reaping, our affection breached.
My light, my light,
We rebirth from fratured domains,
Like pillars, we balance ourselves,
From a wildfire of etched cranes.
Friday 17th October 2014 6:14 pm
Also by Agony Aiane:This | Forest Maiden[P2] | Forest maiden[P1] | For rest. | Autumn | Moons Dusk | Together | The Faol's Tale of Forsaken Love | In Screaming Rain(Thoughts in the rain) | Contemplation | Piecing of the Broken Heart | Beauty Unseen | Into Sunset |
The hate keeps fueling the fire,
The sadness in my heart continues to grow.
I need a ray of sunshine melting my hate as a hot sun would with snow.
The darkness over comes the light, but will the light ever shine bright enough?
The laughter of people brings jealousy into my heart.
Why can't I have laughter?
Why can't I have love and happiness?
I hear a whisper in my dreams " Th...
Friday 17th October 2014 7:23 am
Snapping twigs beneath my chilled toes
Each pebble each stick pains my bare feet
This forest is rough and it surely knows
Of its unseeable and dangerous defeat
The moon shines weakly throughout the night
Granting a minimal amount of visible light
Dead trees I saw black branches about
There is no sign of life that is no doubt
I continue my journey with great ca...
Friday 17th October 2014 2:09 am
Also by Lyra Greene:Night is blinding | Becoming Alice | Story Time |
I set out to walk the lanes that lace the borough as it stands;
an arbitrary area whose border nature countermands.
On Threaphurst Lane in heavy rain it seemed an idiotic plan
but Primrose Lane on Mellor Moor found me a truly happy man.
On Love Lane, Tenement and Mill Lane, Occupiers, Banks and Brown
I sought the solid vestiges of townships in the modern town; on…
Dean Lane, Jackson, Bri...
Thursday 16th October 2014 12:24 pm
I know myself hanging there,
on that windy tree,
whose roots are unknown,
a sacrifice of myself to myself,
Wounded by my spear Gungnir,
for nine long nights and days I hung,
No food nor drink was brought to me,
Sinking into death they appeared,
Reaching out with a scream,
I grasped the runes,
and sunk from the tree,
with a sigh.
Thursday 16th October 2014 9:04 am
Tags: Knowledge.,Norse Mythology,Odin,Paganism,Runes,Sacrifice,Yggdrasil
Also by Lopt the Treacherous:For Loki |
You see a Soldier
Hard and cold
Willing to destroy
For his country.
You see a man
Suffocated by camouflage
Engulfed in unpleasant and
You see a killer
Unable to re-adjust;
A man of no value.
I see My Soldier
A man with rough, scarred
Who wears a tidy whities over jeans
Wednesday 15th October 2014 6:28 pmForever |
Brothers in arms
Brothers in death
Until their last breath
Believing the lies
They believed the prize
Would be freedom.
They believed it was right,
It was right to fight for freedom.
But it was hard to be true
When the bullets flew
And shells exploded their dreams
Man to man and trench to trench
They couldn’t avoid...
Wednesday 15th October 2014 8:35 am
Her nimble gait
Makes me think
She could walk
The only pills
Might be for
Wednesday 15th October 2014 6:13 am
The rusty door knob and the dilapidated door,
falling apart at its hinges.
Brown colour of furniture, unpolished
Left to rot in the corner of the room.
The showcase gathering grey dust
like ominous clouds about to burst.
The grand old auburn piano
playing tunes of doom and gloom.
The sea shell shade of dirt white walls
peeling off like skin does below freezing point.
Wednesday 15th October 2014 5:57 am
Also by Ad Astra:Such were the joys |
Day by day frustration runs over,
knowing people watch every move she makes,
every decision she takes. Judgment never sleeps.
Her true self is hidden with no way of freedom
with out humiliation.
Soon a beast with in will be released,
and those around will hear her roar, shocked.
But for now, she is calm pretending to be someone she is not.
For the mask will fall and ...
Wednesday 15th October 2014 5:35 am
Also by Megan Stephens:Only A Memory |
I lingered at the door,
What the hell do I do?
I’d never found it complicated to buy myself a brew.
In I went,
hell bent on doing this thing.
I queued by the food and stewed.
I reached the altar, the man in black addressed me.
I think his name was Ed.
‘Can I have a pot of tea?’
In a foreign twang Ed pointed ou...
Tuesday 14th October 2014 8:33 pm
Also by daz:Deansgate Bridge | If Cameron came to my house. |
TO DREAM OF FREEDOM
To dream of freedom
Dragons and eagles
Graves of our princes
Marked and respected
To sigh for release
No longer guarded
By Edward’s castles
To yearn for glory
In war and in peace
Rid of dependence
Our self confidence
To dream of freedom
Tuesday 14th October 2014 11:13 am
Tags: David Subacchi,Liverpool Poets,Welsh Poets
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