Wrinkles tell a story
Blue spider veins protruding
A ginger walk
Eyes that are piercing
Wiser, with wisdom
Weak body, quip mind
Survival through the changing tides
Love that’s morphed, as life evolved
Exemplary Role Model
Resilience to any pain cast upon
A plethora of great memories
Stronger than most
Knowledgeable by way of experience
Sunday 26th October 2014 1:32 am
Also by Outside of Comfort :Shadow | At that Time | Baby Girl | Little Sisters |
This one was inspired by my mate who, unwittingly, compressed all my thoughts into one short line.
We lived in a small town and the only way out was by bus, the last bus home was at Midnight and the journey to town took a long time, hence the journey became part of the adventure. Then into our teens it was a life line to the city center gigs, clubs etc.
Years later we were speaking about th...
Saturday 25th October 2014 10:16 pm
Tags: neil kellett partington 222 252 bus party town
Also by daz:THE COSTA COFFEE | Deansgate Bridge | If Cameron came to my house. |
At the end of a day without a second’s rest
Exhausted from pressure and all sorts of tests
Normality is something I cannot seem to find
Trudging through the streets nearly blind from
the sunlight giving way, ending the cold wet day
If the people weren’t enough, the night comes along to kill
Even warm in bed death brings its’ chill
At the centre of everything we liv...
Saturday 25th October 2014 7:07 pm
I’m a fan of the Spanish way -
I like their houses and their food;
But there is one thing I must say -
Their bullfights do upset my mood.
The matadors may be brave folk,
And the tradition an old one;
But what must also be spoke
Is - the bulls’ pain before they’re done.
(C) David Franks 2003; from -
Saturday 25th October 2014 12:05 pm
The messaging boy rode his bike hands-free
past the house where the man slew his parents.
Oblivious, the boy was hungry for life.
The man was hungry for death.
It's a risky business having children.
They do dangerous things,
cycling helmet-less along busy roads
both hands and both eyes
on the fascinating phone.
They do dangerous things
like knifing you
Saturday 25th October 2014 7:52 am
These days it's hard to have one
without feeling the need to share
every one with everyone.
'til we bleed.
How does this look?
Who should we tag?
Where should we ping?
We've become factory workers
tasked with packaging our most worthy moments.
Keeping the extreme -
Saturday 25th October 2014 5:20 am
Tags: facebook,instagram,social media,twitter
Nobody, Likes the Pious
Do you think Mr Cameron,
Do you really think you’re above pain?
Do you think Mr Duncan Smith,
Do you believe you’re an isolated case
Do you see like I,
The Syrian Children
Sleeping between corpses
Of dad and ma,
Do you, in full
Rebuke the cries of war?
Are you reall...
Saturday 25th October 2014 1:22 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:A Jealous Recreation - Denied | SO, ARE YOU BOUGHT? | Mistaken Identity | The World Be Nothing We Own | For My Family | Humility's Loss |
If I had to sum up my father
I would choose this single word: "Care".
No nails undriven, shoelaces untied were ever left,
There was always good food and a table set.
He used to struggle with words himself,
But his actions sent the message instead:
“As long as you see me around
You have nothing to worry about.
His soul was hidden like a cool stream,
Seeking its path under fores...
Saturday 25th October 2014 1:07 am
Also by Cecilia Kovacs:KS (Emlékére) | Emerge |
You were wrong to underestimate me.
You were wrong to not have any faith in myself and my success.
You were wrong to say the things you've said.
You were wrong to bring me down.
Although, while you were wrong
for everything you've did.
I cannot fully blame you
for my sadness you've caused.
For, I was also in the wrong.
I was wrong to believe
every word that you spoke.
I was wrong to let...
Friday 24th October 2014 10:35 pm
Tags: beleif,bullying,fail,now i know,sucess,wrong,your words
Also by Spoken_Thoughts:Captured within my Darkness | Three weeks with you. | Dear J. | Barbie is fake, Beauty is real | Friendship over Love | Let me be the one | I've seen it, dreamed it, and thought of it, but never felt it. | The time has come. | Save me! | Playing with the heart | Let there be love! | Together again feels like a dream | One Day | All good things must come to an end | Through an arthurs words a beauty is seen | Inspiration? | No one knows | One Life, three time periods | Don't live or forget, but learn from the past. | Death of a loved one. | Need me like I need you | Made me Believe | Poetry | Chasing Love | Great Sadness, Little Happiness. | 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 |
your eyes are like swallows dipping
the sun smiles upon your thinking frown
we laugh at the old womans tripping
and move on when we all 'move on' moving
the forward is where moving on to
and we are all putting behind us
(sigh) moving on forward realising
the (sigh) challanges ahead
and this is awkward and ...
Friday 24th October 2014 9:30 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Words without plays | I never sleep when... | Semi tone | in bits |
Friday 24th October 2014 9:17 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:mountains and mole hills | The shove | sink, swim or make do | Waiting in Line | Forever | fragile |
Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876)
Underneath the rat infested streets
dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Enshrouded in their grimy, night-soiled sheets.
- thrown to the devils down below.
Dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Plague pits rampant all around Aldgate.
Thrown to the waiting devils down below -
unmarked graves meant no one knew their fate.
Plague pits rampa...
Friday 24th October 2014 7:47 pm
Tags: aldgate,aldgate tube station,bubonic plaguie,excavations,london,pantoum,plague pits
Also by Ian Whiteley:Afraid Of The Dark | Weird Sisters | In The Beginning | funeral days | Blockhead | STILL IN THE WAR, BOYS! - new CD and download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |
Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,
Anguish engulfs lost and last,
Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,
Friday 24th October 2014 5:09 pm
Also by John H.:Life's Lost Life | Transitions | Voided | Last Life | Life's Lost Sense of Direction | Free Write - Little Souls | Free write #1 |
Before my approach to life grew earnest
I was all ears for Tamla: the sweet sounds
of soul as far removed from its roots
as I am now from The Motor City.
In the days when I was thirteen
the change a-coming
was an awkwardness with girls
and a biblical plague of spots,
as I tuned in on a cheap transistor
or played the vinyl
I’d bought from Woolworths.
Friday 24th October 2014 4:53 pm
Also by David Cooke:Paying the Price | Cities | Bamboo |
I’m unsettled while I’m out;
my whiskers twitch. I dare not doubt
some threat awaits my every turn.
So I hasten my return and
get done what I need to do
as quickly as I’m able to.
Washed and fed I then repair to
my lamp-lit and book-strewn chair;
one I built with wood and foam
and made the focus of my home.
Once ensconced I might begin
to think my stock of pleasures thin.
Friday 24th October 2014 3:44 pm
Also by Travis Brow:THE LANES OF STOCKPORT. |
What is this inexplicable mystery called ESP?
I know that certain individuals can read my mind, remotely,
like a book; they let me know this telepathically. Recently
I researched 'psychic surgery'; a 'psychic surgeon' reckons
he can rid me of this (in)human trash by doing a 'clearing' for 40 quid;
I didn't want to part with the cash. He too could do this 'remotely.'
Friday 24th October 2014 2:31 pm
Tags: contumaciousness,ESP,psychic surgery. inner private space
Also by Phil Fletcher:The call of a cuckoo. | There's a gas chamber across the way from me. | 'Charles (Salvador) Bronson' and Me. | Hot and Wet. |
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Our Gert she’s not a drinker
To speak of any more
Just a glass at dinner time
She says that it’s the law.
Sometimes she’ll go for days on end
And never touch a drop
Apart from pints of lemonade
All with a lager top.
And if she’s doing Weightwatchers
Where booze counts as a “Sin”
She drinks that slim-line tonic
With just a splash of gin...
Friday 24th October 2014 12:46 pm
I read, in a newspaper, with following black white & photo
of children used as slave labourers many years ago, I was
one of them, but I didn’t share the misery described.
I was sat with my little suitcase on a bus that trundled through
a flat landscape, told to sit there until a man called my name.
It was a small farm and the farmer’s wife gave me a thick slice...
Friday 24th October 2014 11:46 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :Texas | debris | dictators and others | the loss | equines | stone stallion | the precious |
I really cared I swear I did I try to relive all of the happiness we were so true. I hope he takes care of everything I couldn’t grasp like the way your hair would flash i know he sees it too. The flowers i never sent are locked away with repent where did I spend my time. Looking back words i hate it the past keeps evading my eraser I wish you could mend my mind. Around this time last year you s...
Friday 24th October 2014 11:35 am
Also by iLmm:Candles | Beautiful Discover |
OUR LIFE IS SHORT
It seems you forgot:
Our life is short.
There is no time to beg or…
Extort for support.
Learn how to live yourself.
Take a book from the shelf
And…delicately leafing page after page
You will find a wood sage:
People are like books,
With different outlooks.
Some of them are good,
Some of them are bad,
Some of them are just mad,
Some of them are not sassy,
Thursday 23rd October 2014 10:43 pm
Tags: real life
Binded by words
letters on paper
I signed my life over
no joy or caper.
Contracted to fight
for all of your rights
"rights of life."
money and material
Thursday 23rd October 2014 9:36 pm
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:destroy | 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 |
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
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
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
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 |
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) |
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 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
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
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