Paint me pink and love me

love me 'neath the moon.

paint my eyes with silver

love will be here soon.

I shall never wander whilst i'm painted pink;

i shall be so pretty

I think,  I think,   I think.

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Also by ray pool:




a quaint, romantic name,

had wanted to go there now it is a dream.

Nepal, this small mountain country

often used a golf ball between big countries

for purely selfish reasons.

Thousands of people killed and classical

palaces are reduced dust covering

mountain tops

as a fog of sadness 

Cry my lovely I can only offer you friendship.

But for the tourists who ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Useless Money | (untitled) | War & Peace | biking | (untitled) | home alone | middle east future | the last forenoon | our future | Feline werewolf | Fatima | (untitled) | the unsung | Skin Cancer and Ayn Rand | the man who hates Irael | the sky | the black-winged bird | pilots |

I'm still watching the birdie

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Click Click - I got you again - box of browning photos - frozen in time

Click Click - I got you again - caught in an instamatic - paranoid smile

Click Click - I got you again - a polaroid developing - before your wary eyes                      

Click Click - I got you again - dark digital dilemmas - the birdie in your cage

Shoot Shoot - I got you agai...

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Also by Colsibabes:

Watching Time | Dungeness | Old Stumpy Was Petrified | Route 66 | MeanTimeOne | MeanTimeTwo | Garden Maintenance | Ladies of the Valleys | Sticky Fingers | Jewels | Kazbah | roadtrip | Another One Born |

something i must hide

Breasts are something to be ashamed of, something to hide,
Yet something that a kid will suck on just to stay alive!
Something everyone once depended on once in their life
Yet something evil, something I must hide
A man's nipples are useless and yet just fine
The woman's are lewd tho to a hungry baby divine

To wear one layer of clothing!
A sin God forbid despite the sweltering heat
The s...

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Tags: breasts,evil,human,nipples,shame,society,tradition,woman

The Smugglers Tunnel

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Bible black surround’s,

Wet wall’s and puddled floor,

Hunched with shoulders loaded full,

toward the seascape door.



The damp and smokey lanes that spiral through the town, 

The bloody aproned butcher, the priest in priestly gown,

The gossip climbs the stone lined streets, into their ancient dwellings,

to breathe a million whispers embellished with each telling...

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Tags: Reflection

Also by David Moore:

Drummer Lee-Rigby | Squatting | Squatting | Supermarket Soldiers | Resignation Note | Funeral | Leg on the Volleyball Court | A Revelation in Sainte Chapelle | From Beyond | Memento Mori | Child of No Hope | On a Platform | Surrender | Languishing | Beyond the Coriolis | The Daggers of Summer | Ode to Intellectual Property | Last Light | Generation of Ghosts |

Silent Killer

They made you feel so wanted. 
They took your heart and bathe it on roses
They caress your old scars with kisses 
Make you believe there’s nothing else more beautiful than their existence.

They look into your eyes and touch your soul
They make you crave for them more
They say one word and it vibrates your heart in whole 
Make you fantasize you and them growing old.

They made you feel l...

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Also by Qadriya.S:

I guess I'm afraid to love you | Deny | The lying wasn't good enough. | Demon I can't live without | You came in right after he broke my heart. | Rehab | You | Serendipity |

Summer Worries

The warm and jolly streams of wind 

Are finding paths all through my hair

Just to escape the summer sun

And hope that it won't find them there.


They played this game all through my past,

But for today I couldn't care.

I have a problem on my mind 

Thant won't disolve in boiling air.


I dream of rest for broken minds.

I dream of peace inside my head.

The one I ...

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Tags: anxiety,lost reality,summer

Severed Connection

The connection between us
The communicating
The friendship
The love
The joy
It seems entirely gone
Just like our form of communicating
Or the internet
Or soon, my silver chord
Which holds my soul onto this plane of existence
This unbreakable cord
Just like the red string
Just like me
Has been severed

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Tags: confusion,emotional,hate,Love,sad

Also by Narset Yves-Serge (Torc/Shiek):

To Live Dead | A Broken Mind, a Sound Body |


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Today I will sleep in late

Today I will just sit and sit.

I will breathe deep.


Today I will clear my head

And supine on a bed, feel the folds

As they turn in and hold me still.

I will be still.


Today I will run outside

And with arms open wide,

I’ll feast on a sky wide and clear.

I will face my fear,



Today I will look and look,

I wil...

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Also by dazzer:

Do you Remember Heart and Soul? |

Strength Of Man

A strong man will not boast of his own worth
Nor will he carry weight to show his power,
In times of need is when he will come forth
To show his strength and light the darkest hour.

With lion-heart and noble mind he will
Offer himself without a show of wrath,
He'll dissipate your woes and troubles till
It's safe to place you back upon life's path.

He will not ask for favours in return

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Also by Helen:

Lilac Skies | Her Scent On Silk | Those Years We Had | I Bow To The Moon | Escape | Look At Me |

Shadow Boxing

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The closest my dad ever got to poetry

was when he savoured some word

like pugilist, or the tip-toe springiness

he sensed in bob and weave,

his unalloyed delight in the flytings

and eyeball to eyeball hype

that went with big fight weigh-ins.


I, too, might have been

a contender when I did my stint

in the ring, my dad convinced

I had style and the stamp of a winner.


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Also by David Cooke:

Easter 1966 | A Piano in the Alps |


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The key to success for a Champion

Is to start the day with a shag,

A hand-lowered shite of 6lb weight,

A can of Long Life and a fag.

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Also by John Coopey:


I realised i was me

I didn't realise how bad life could be 
Until I realised I was me

Naked in front of the mirror
Bulges where there shouldn't be 
Time wasted, time wasted, time wasted me

I didn't realise how quickly the clock of time could 
Cover me, leave me, breathless, and not

how it should be

Me up a tree
Me with you Carl creating Marvel figures before tea

Time wastes, time wasted, time wa...

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Also by David R Mellor:

There is no party of the poor | A life laid out. | Shut Down | I voted conservative | X marks the spot , it will hurt |


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You say that I'm a dreamer

and so I may well be

but the dreams I have

aren't just for me,

they're for you and all to see.


The dream is of love,

of life free from harm,

a dream of peace and

shelter from the storm.


The dream is the lifeblood

flowing deep in our veins,

the dream will always be

for all to see

and all that remains.


The dream is t...

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Tags: dream,dreamer,dreaming,dreams,hope,life,love,peace



Can't Sleep

It's 12am
Yet I can't sleep
What must I do?
I ask myself.
I have to wake before the sun
Yes I'm awake but will I be
Until the moon awakes.

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Also by Lost:

Integrity |

Aionios Charis by Danny Metcalfe. 

“Metcalfe weaves rich, earthy imagery with vast dreams of the cosmos. He explores the inner through the outer, provoking visions of eternity, gracefully leading the reader through the edge of the solar system into the infinite abyss and back into the depths of the ocean bed. Love is emphatical...

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Have you ever thought about this girl?

The girl that does her hardest to please you

To go out of her way.

To take a fall to take a shot

But all you do it block her out

Hurt her to the point of no returning.


She decided that being silent is the best way.

No one will bring her to her knees

Making her want someone to see.

What exactly she needs.

The silence t...

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Tags: Love

Also by Hannah Metsker:

Not mine | Mad | Remember | Unsteady |


I took it for a paper scrap

Upon the carpet's dull brown nap,

But bending forward I could see

It meant more than a scrap to me.

Diminished in death it was the mouse

That shared with me this ancient house

And which had often passed my way

An early morning blur of grey.

Then I recalled a recent night

When I had seen a slower flight...

Much slower than the previous run


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Also by M.C. Newberry:



You are the knife

that cut my heart open

and allowed love to bleed.




© Patricia Wilde Thursday 21st May 2015

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Spooked! | Pointless | jumper on? jumper off? | cause and effect | Mockery | Croupier of my fate | Old flames old pains | Three downfalls | Looking for the sky | Severed | Flawless blush |

Take hands and march

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A protest song I wrote recently. It fits to the "Prince of Denmark's March".

Out with a world of contracts to cheat us
Out with the lords who hoard their gold
Out with a world of sanctions to leave us
Starving in the cold

Take hands and march to show
Our strength shall grow
And we shall not fail
Take hands and let them know
Society is not for sale

These are the dreams of safety and j...

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Also by Thomas Thurman:

Fire and ice-cream |

grabbing the giddy moment

Slightly splitting the venetians

to have an occasional mouth watering peek

at next doors lawn mowing

bare chested six packed bronzed Adonis.


How I would love our privates

to have an overnight meet!


There again,being in my present over-sensitive state

I would hate being politely or unpolitely rebuffed.


That would cause me to moulder away indoors

until the e...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Old man rising | think-WIDE BERTH! | Addicted | Leaving the footplate | was it a message? yes! | Weapons drawn | Off target | When the sun logs on | Dark side of Mr Nice. | Shroud | Full circle | The continuation | interring | Last night | gift of the gab,jab and grab | Split | Jetsam | Usurped |

Falling apart

You were supposed to be my knight in shining armour

You were supposed to prove them all wrong

Cause back then you were young, and dumb, and stupid

But now you are old enough

To know that you can’t be out here breaking hearts

I guess that’s where we fell apart

I was too busy trying to protect us

And you just didn’t care at all

Making me look foolish over and over again


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Tags: alone,foolish,fuck you,grew stronger,heartbreak,love poetry,platonic friends


Today I am the immovable object,

A dented can of who-knows-what

Adorned with a loud sales tag

That screams, “I am less than I was.”


My worth has been discounted,

My status redefined: damaged.

My life has been provisionally shelved.

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Also by James Roper:

I Know |


I'm not looking at the bloody business end
just talking for the sake of hope
and holding the squeezing hand
all emotion pushed deep down
                            or I'll drown

the spring light is bright upon the pimpled wall
as I slide light-headed to the floor
noting the dust on the skirting board
all emotion is pushed deep down
as I gasp for the air or be drowned

between the suc...

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Also by jeremy young:

cinders | you have to be fair | father forgive me | 6.10 | roots | lunch on the go | thirty years | 56 | posing | ists | sketch | waiting for bombs | thug racists | bedsit | english carnival | after an early supper | on the royal birth | may | the dying wish of the shaman | twitter poems |


her heart beats
one last time
laying there
on the cancer ward
family around her
tears in their eyes
praying for a cure
right up until
the last minute
doctors say
nothing more
clock strikes
half past four
silence falls

a hand placed
on her shoulder
a kiss upon
her forehead,
a final goodbye,
finding it hard to
that she has

a cold wind
a light shines
she tran...

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Tags: cancer,death,emotion,home,loss

Also by Tony Kasazkaja:

The Shadows On The Wall | The Hero A Nation Forgot | Mandela |



Thrust me - palmfuls of treasure.

Woo me - waterfall words.

Blunt me - fickle full stops.



Steep me - leaves in a teacup.

Break me - set me free.

Block me - wicked white coats.



Flower me - pink carnations.

Lift me - red balloons.

Pop me – barrage of blunt pins.



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Also by Natfastic:

Stolen | Killing Time | The Struggle | Regret |


Emotion without words
How does that work?
Display happiness with
A smiley face
Slighty abuse
Or amuse with 
A winky face

Show sadness with
A downturned U 
When you are so 
U don’t even know U
Are U


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Also by Lynn Hamilton:


In search of Eden

I went in search of Eden

to worship Gaia once again

but had to join a shuffling queue

stood sodden in the rain.


I’d had to leave my car behind

parked up two miles away

and trudged along mesmerised

to a sunken pit of clay


They said I’d need a ticket

to enter the gigantic balls

where habitats from everywhere

shared space with waterfalls.


The price w...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Coming Home | Night Howls | Hustings | Bakers-Do-Zen |

The Sands

I made sandcastles here as a lad.

I’ve walked and ran with the dogs,

Faced the rain and the blustering winds,

Dozed in the summer sun,

And beachcombed.


When I die, burn my body like a Viking God

And bring my ashes to the sands.

When the tide turns and the wind blows hard

Then empty my remains.

Let the wind take them across the waves;

And watch while the sea foams...

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Tags: life,Lytham St Annes

Don Juan in his decrepitude

                       (a lamentation)                                                                                                                       

                       Who would have thought that I,
-Who`d always worn the badge of what I was
Flagrant on my face - would turn dissembler,
Become - (would you believe it!) affable -
Sought after for advice - much given
To long and ...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

School time | The floating voter song |

I'm Turning

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Hi. I'm turning TWO and so is my dad I think. Must be, he was born on the same day as me. It's the guy on the left with that boring mic.

Here's the deal: We will celebrate this properly in Hampstead Heath, picnic, drinks and all, just opposite the athletic track. Early. Then the adults pack it up and go play a college punk rock gig at The Church O'Neills, Muswell Hill. They consider that fun. W...

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Tags: Picnic birthday


I wish I were a butterfly 

And could have enjoyed the creativity of God 

And would have been able to fly 

To capture in my eyes the beauties of Lord.


I wish I were being sat on a flower 

Doing nothing but dating it with Love 

All the time enjoying the beauty of the flower 

And giving limitless hugs to express my love.


I wish I were been collecting honey 

By kis...

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DARKNESS-a battle of a kid |

The heaviness in my eyes after our lips would unattach controls me. It's all that I think about, the feeling of wanting to kiss your lips again, wondering if I could just one more time have those heavy eyes..

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28 Years Later

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Can you imagine infinity as a 10 year old?

Yet now, 28 Years Later, I think it’s no time at all

I know you’ve been with me, all this while, watching, 

I grew from a child, into a girl, then a daughter.


There were times when I wished you weren’t there,

private moments, intimacies, melancholic memories,

I silently searched for you to surprise me,

my wedding, a fatherly hug ...

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Tags: childhood loss,grief,hope,loss

The Blazer That Won’t Come Off

Ties tighten on those who pass the gates as their eyes kiss the pavement and want to remain in its company until the bells ring 

Sins and sins and hearts concerned wave and praise and hold out their hands to passers-by as they turn their backs on those stood still 

The grins, chuckles and crooked pointed fingers remain in the playground from days gone by and circulate like chalk scattered by...

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Also by Obviously Charming Delinquent:

A Sceptic Soul on Scatter Street | Scattered Thoughts From an Ale Stained Collar | Tales From a Shattered Monocle |


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Sittin in my room, this! this heartfelt.  room full of doom.

Out of this world. Shroom. ……. Pause. 
Dope, coke, broke, choke, toke. this is my life.nothing but a joke. 
World revolved around making doe. Public doesn’t know. 
Influenced by the tube. 24 years old and feeling like a noob.
To Love.
Think about that, All your soul wants is to be loved.
The feeling you get...

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From Lexus To Flames

Helping other people can become infectious
so if your wealthy enough to drive a Lexus
consider the impact of gifts to a poor family
let those generous ideals bring hope willingly
to all that are struggling without fault of their own
for decent jobs are not there for all as is shown
by the queues at food banks and rooms to rent
as all the income they have is far too soon spent…

Wealth is ...

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Tags: family,gifts,Heaven,Hell,jobs,Poor,rich



I kneel before the altar
I raise my hands in surrender
I shut my eyes as my visage gazes upon THY Glory and THE Heavens
I see Jesus
I see Angels
Is this my imagination?
Or am I in the spirit as the Christian believers claim and say everyday?
then why not start to make my supplications to the King - Jehovah Adonai
Oh Lord, bless the known knowns
the known unknow...

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Also by Henrietta Atsupi Gborgblorbu:

THE EPITOME OF VALENTINE | Valentine | Revenge | The Invisible Veracious Loveable Birds | Women |

Sweetheart in A-Sharp (07/28/2011)

Not really poetry but something I wanted to share from a while back.

'"You're the knife."
Words. Clumsy words. Taught to me by my father, and his before, and worn into my skeleton like a bad habit. This was a bad habit, and still is. 
"Be the knife." 
A hoarse whisper in the dark against the swinging, hanging light. Ten competitors, thirty spectators; all losers. Two in the middle. All my life I've ...

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Tags: something borrowed

Also by Zach Dafoe:

Captain Hook | cleanup (05/17/2015) | Solicitation (05/16/2015) | Mirror Prayer 2 (5/16/2015) | table scraps 2306 (05/07/2015) | slush time pun (05/06/2015) | Danny Nucci 0637 | Napkin Kiss 2 (05/03/2015) |

Moon Storm


moonlight melody

chords across the busy sky

convulsive clouds piling to the stars

distant crescendo of angry thunder

and suddenly

cold rain drops heavily

pushed into star space

soaking my silly thoughts

as I race for cover



Cynthia Buell Thomas

May, 2015



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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

The Egg |

The Lych Gate

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I passed by a lych gate today

An entrance to a calm oasis in which to stay,

Beyond in shade of ancient yews

Are stones with names no longer making news.


I passed within the lych gate’s sway

A two way portal, threshold twixt heaven and life,

Shaded by the holly bough in day

And guarded by the hawthorn bush at night.


Through the lych gate lies a garden

Carpeted w...

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Staring a half-hearted wonder of who you really

are into a crackle and glow of home comforts,

I swill serene glass of Margaux round and round

in hand that writes and re-writes reminiscence.


Commuting through those sullied Surrey suburbs,

did the severity of your suit cut a sharp intake of

my breath as I pushed through the hollow crowd?

Poetry flames in devotion, an a...

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Tags: Dylan Thomas,love poetry

Also by Katypoetess:

Momento Mori |

Graffiti Grannies

Graffiti grannies they are very canny

they never get caught

but their skills are highly sought

they spin a yarn knit and sow

There cover never gets blown

Statues get covered

As do park benches and poles

Even Chinese boulders

Well I suppose we all need something to do when we get older.

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Tags: dan hooks poet poetry alienpoet,graffiti,grannies,poem


She's a child-writer,

visualising the sea

onto blank paper


wondering what the tide will bring.


She grips her pen

what is this -

that's risen from the depths

freed from the graveyard bed


something like a jewel

( something she's not seen before )

discovering the sun

dancing on the waves

sparkling in the foam

reaching for the shore



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Tags: and also likes to write.,Wrote this for my daughter. She's been through a l


Got to be something dark -

Peasant Queen status update:
"don't want to be a farm manager
living in a rental when I'm 33"

Slime molds live individually
in decomposing matter

(spent the last six years touring;
need time to be myself)

until scarcity forces them together
and they mass, and fruit

"if only those people in Baltimore had done yoga
instead of tearing the city apart"


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Also by Alex Smith:

New Farmer |

Song for Imar

Song for Imar

if I could sing 
I'd sing a song for the unsung
but I can't sing 
or paint something pretty
so I'll just put some words together
I met a woman yesterday
with a heart so big 
wished I could make it ok
for her
on the streets at eleven
a mum at sixteen
who knows what else 
before and in between
I dunno

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Also by Lea:

Who Would? | Beachcombing |

I'm crying out baby

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I'm crying out baby 

crying out for you.

Need to see you

hold you in my arms

be with you

lie down beside you

feel you so close

so close.

I'm crying out baby

 crying out for you

life without you

is boring and dull.

I miss your diamond smile

it seems to have been a while.

I miss the fun we had

was it just fictional in my head ?

I want to lead you by my...

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All that you said

She rocks

She rolls

She turns over

In her head

All her thoughts

All the feelings

From all the words that you said

All that you promised last night

She asks herself

Will you still be there

With her in the morning

I n the daylight

Of her life

Her memories

Her dreams

Will your thoughts

Match hers

As you lay there breathing

Evenly in her bed


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Also by Martin Elder:

How dark | How dark |

Spoken Word Extravaganza - Talent Showcase

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The Twisted Teapot Cafe​ sadly has had to leave its premises earlier than planned.
To support them, I am privileged to host a Spoken Word extravanganza.
Come along to hear first-time performers, young and not so young, new and experienced, poets, storytellers, beatboxers and spoken word artists on the 30th of May 2015 at Sugar&Spice Boscombe, BH1 4HB.

All details on

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Tags: Spoken Word poetry

Also by Myriam San Marco:

From Page to Stage writing workshops |


I could say it's all my fault But that would be too easy To assume you never carried one shred of doubt or shame for the way things became Like I wasn't just merely matching your footsteps on this treacherous path balancing love, connections and friendship, You couldn't bear the weight yet neither could I, Though it feels like the anguish has been placed solely on my shoulders As you crep...

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Also by Nick Michaelian:

Now She Knows |
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