Each day, more exhausting than the last.
Time goes far too slowly, or too fast.
you're either extremely low, or elevated.
People either love you, or you're hated.
There is no middle ground
- no inbetween.
Everything is one extreme.
you're either Jekyll or you're Hyde.
It is a never ending fight.
You're a walking contradiction ,
With no explanation,
Monday 18th June 2018 3:58 pm
Also by Hayley Taylor:Ich Du | Sickness Within | Demise | Free-Falling | Real Life Nightmare |
awareness bipolar disorder change contradiction depression explanation hyde invisible illnesses irritability irritation jekyl mania manic mental health issues mental illness pain poetry and mental health rage two extremes
I have these dreams in which I I feel really alone. Its not because there arent people around me in them. Sometimes the people in my dreams are even people currently in my life. Although an interesting concept is that they are never my immediate family, and never EVER my son.
I feel alone in that the circumstances that surround me feel dark and desolate. I feel hopeless, and it's like I know t...
Monday 18th June 2018 3:55 pm
and we twisted through the night
your pale lace quiver
out here no one noticed you were thin
that your forearms were an atlas
a topography of bruises from the pricking
as I lay, you whirled above me
and I swear i could see the stars right through your skin
Monday 18th June 2018 3:55 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:the cannibals lament |
All the hurt is making me stronger, The deceitful ways help me strive for better days,
I know how it feels not to be loved by your loved ones
I know how it feels to be cold,
Living with no heat, three pairs of socks on my feet,
Still I stay strong in the mist of my storm
Knowing my self worth is better than not knowing at all,
So many stumbles and falls I took to see me,
Monday 18th June 2018 2:56 pm
Also by Ebonie Camp:Feelings |
It's a tough pill to swallow.
I want to fucking puke.
This feeling in my stomach,
like I swallowed a live nuke.
They just give me pills to swallow
and run a lot of useless tests.
I tried so hard to keep it away,
to fight it off but it infests.
I hate these pills I swallow.
I feel the cancer in my veins.
It's consuming my body
and fucking with my brain.
It's not your pill to swallow.
Monday 18th June 2018 1:35 pm
Monday 18th June 2018 12:04 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Llyfnant 2 | Llyfnant |
She’s mixing vodka with echo falls
She’s taking Prozac and climbing the walls
She wants to silence the voice in her head
Determined that she won’t act out what he said
But life’s getting hard without any support
And all of her thoughts they begin to distort
The voices get angry when she won’t comply
And she longs to once more be that radient butterfly
As a child the colours were always so ...
Monday 18th June 2018 10:13 am
Also by Andrew Mark Bedell:There is a hole in the ground |
When the Dance stops
So now the party in Singapore is over
pacts are signed, and the show of lies is over in the meantime,
I have been looking at pretty flowers FB, which inspired me
to go for a walk, the blooms on the terrace are
past their glory, they are pale shadows waiting for a new spring,
only my cacti are flowering it has nevertheless with by my
ignorance and lit...
Monday 18th June 2018 10:13 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :thoughts on a Saturday | depression 2 | a friendly place | when words stops | The vanished aircraft | the occupiers | summertime | Doris Day | a personal deity | memorial service | farmer haiku | the sex life | Yesterday`s Time | multiracial | goodbye Europa | the visitors | grace | continuity | lost space |
Ever had a skip on your driveway?
They're not too expensive to hire for the weekend
You can get one with optimum fill
Exactly the size you want
One that perfectly fits the bill
You half fill it on Saturday
and look forward to topping it up in the morning
refreshed from a good night's sleep
But what happens overnight?
What you see makes you weep
Some bastard ...
Monday 18th June 2018 10:12 am
Also by Brian Maryon:The New WOPs | Not Chuffed | Tina! | It's Starting to Grate | The Six Hundred | More Dogshit (Requested by Hazel E. ) | Disloyalty? | Hunger Pangs | I Make No Apologies... | At The Food Bank | Team Building Day | Service Charge! | Tower of Babel |
Flags on cars
Fly the flag with idiotic pride,
it’s the football jamboree.
Infecting nearly everyone.
Suddenly – a pride in our country.
A cycle of absurd fervour,
that hits every four years.
All rejoicing at the start
before inevitably ending in tears.
An incongruous, simplistic belief,
unbridled passion for a game.
A conceited national arrogance.
It is such a shame, shame, shame.
Monday 18th June 2018 9:12 am
Also by Darren J Beaney:Artist in residence | Pint | Never mind the bollocks... | Madrid in the rain | What a pisser! | Surfin' girl | Work in progress... | Come out to play... | Dot dot sad face |
Monday 18th June 2018 8:55 am
Also by Don Matthews:I Have an Addled Brain | Brian's Having Problems with Tina | What Do we Do with our Brian ? | Karen Dalton Same Old Man 1971 | We Want to Join Your Loop | Brian's Got it In for Poor Tyson | I'm Bipolar - don't talk about it don | Hey Suki, You Out There ? | BritPop Poet Reporter 8/6/18 – Forthcoming Interview | Imperfect Leaders | I'm Just a Lowly Poet (Brian will help me out) | Metaphorically | Road Splatter | Push the Boundaries | Cat/Mat/Sat |
Monday 18th June 2018 7:09 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:They step |
I was summoned to tea with Anushka,
she is an avid collector of culture
haunting antiquarian bookshops
liberating volumes of art,
philosophy, music, poetry
from dusty shelves
to stock her private library.
She gets found out,
police are called
an anonymous van arrives
her collection is removed
and she has shelves to fill... again.
So she takes a cab to ...
Monday 18th June 2018 7:00 am
Also by AlbertTatlock:On Leaving Dublin 17th June 1990 | Last Year in Jerusalem | Southport Days 1966 | A Tower in Silence | Cinnamon and Brie | Old Men Dancing | Sorts of Freedom | On Watching Billy Liar | My Pimlico Girl | Must Take Chocolates! | Love Means Pain |
I changed my whole life
I did it for myself
I don’t have a wife
Still having nightmares
I can’t sleep at night
Member I got stabbed up with a knife
Praying to god I don’t loose my life
Still missing Leila
She suppose to be my wife
I’ll never forgive myself
I cheated and left her
Ever since then my life ain’t been right
I wish she was there on them lonely nights
I really wi...
Monday 18th June 2018 4:20 am
Also by Dontaves Wiggs:Never |
When you crept in me the first time
Taking my innocence away
Did you hear me begging and pleading for you to STOP...
When you felt that you had enough of me the fifth time when you spat on Me... laughed and walked away...
Did that make you feel better...
Or when you held me down by a knife threatening you would kill me if I Told a single soul...
When you see the tears flowing down my face....
Monday 18th June 2018 4:18 am
Also by Jigisha Rai:Twisted love | A broken girl... |
Somewhere in this I lost a piece of me
It's uncanny how I love you
We've been eating blood-soaked candy
Walking in the rain talking about her coffee obsession
When I realized the consequences of my actions
I shouldn't imagine you being there when you're not
The comfort of being content is a midlife crisis
I wish I had one more night with you
Playing in the rain watching our fears drift a...
Monday 18th June 2018 3:47 am
Also by Damon Blackery:The Night Café | An Uncalled Situation | Firefly//A Rose That Don't Bloom Twice | Samurai Bebop 4 Bad Dog No Biscuits | This Isn't Even My Final Form!! | Whatever Happened To Oreo Cakesters? | Lifetime | Firefly//Angel | Heartbreak Juice | Tomato or Tomahto | An Overdose of Anxiety | Just Another Bowl of Cornflakes | I Doubt She Will See This | I'm Drunk It's The Only Time I'm Honest | Abandoned Schoolhouse | Letter To April 2 | Illithid//26 | Words of The Waiting Man 13 | Silence In Her Arms (Lyrics.) | Firefly//Sour Patch Kid 2 | Space Cowboy 4 Angel Folk Blues | Firefly//Bulletproof |
Lets open all the curtains
Let the sunshine in
Wipe the tears
from our cheeks
Dust the casket with
hope in it
Let it play music again
Lets open up all doors
Let the wind flow
Bring fresh dreams
on its wings
Chase away all fears
Lets open our eyes
closed so long ago
See for the first time
Sunday 17th June 2018 9:25 pm
Also by Anya:Don't Speak | X Ray | Peek a Boo | The Smell | :) |
She stands outside
Shaking as if she were naked
Her short fur lined hooded jacket
Her only protection from the cold
Not covering her tatty faded jeans
And burnt out long ago trainers
Worn to the walk of her feet
As she takes another drag
From the cigarette held tight between her lips
Held clumsily in her fingers
purple and white as her face
her yellow stained teeth...
Sunday 17th June 2018 8:54 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Mountains climbed | old kid, new tricks |
And so on this day,
When I am surrounded by,
Memories And tension,
You walk back into my life
And as sure
As the tides
and night and day,
I will be there for you,
In little ways,
That I hope make
And through the Sands of time,
We belong to the universe,.
Not always our family,
Or the people who surround us,
Mothers come in ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 8:26 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Butterfly Poem 3/doors | Butterfly Poem 2 | Ownership /Butterfly Poem 1 | Peace | Runner | As I listen | Stories | Shine Bright |
Betwixt two worlds in which I live
one fraught with anxiety and cares
These daily assaults can be withstood
but only by a regular respite and withdrawl
From articial sounds, mobiles and computers
away from incessant mithering I need to flee
I retreat to the created order, to landscapes and seascapes
to the edge of open spaces, shades and glades
To stand an...
Sunday 17th June 2018 8:20 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Waiting Room | Inside the Ambulance | The Streets of London | The Rainbow Arc | The Lone Driver | The Videomatic Tutor | Put down | The Wicked Witch | A Summer Ramble |
Comfort-satisfaction steam-feathers my mind;
my mug has this aura, a soul -
a presence that, when I see this crafted, ergonomic beauty,
I enjoy pre-consumptive, pre-experiential, pre-appreciative mind-flutters,
I feel the blood-tingle, the brain sparkle,
the caffeine induced dull-relief sharpened clarity.
My mug. I feel you. I would love you.
Had I not shattered you upon my ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 6:17 pm
Tears fall… Love you, dad
Sunday, June 17, 2018
The tears fill my eyes
when I try to memorize
His picture in mind
I only find his kindness
what a feeling for a small kid?
when he goes to read his result
and feels insulted
when the response comes " well done"
But I feel so great
when he states
to others about
my being ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 5:55 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Thank God and think | Visible lines | I wait for | The world may hear | Dark coudds | Poets never die | No moral ground | Strong resentment | Given call | Collective responsibility | True observance | Little difficult | Real an angel | Decent farewell | Steady presentation | Total peace in the mind | Normal human life | Safe in arms | The human quality | Mental arrogance |
Stepfather, stepfather you have no card,
today is just another day,
the reflected glory of sons seen through darkened glass
the reward for love by proxy;
toiling uphill to see the horizon closing in
when others may bask in yearly glory.
We don't expect a card
there ain't one printed for us, and that's official.
but spare a thought while we with outstretched hand
Sunday 17th June 2018 5:40 pm
Also by ray pool:SUMMER SEASON | BICYCLE | ALWAYS ON THE ROAD | THREADBARE | DOO LANG A LANG |
give the boy a toy soldier
some tanks and battle cries
dress him up in cowboy clothes
the only good Injuns are dead ones
bang bang you're dead son
give us a chance dad
you gotta learn quick son
yeah but give us a chance dad
give the boy a placard
hold it in the air boy
tell the boy what to shout about
doesn't matter he looks bemused
what do we want son?
I haven't got a clue dad
Sunday 17th June 2018 4:50 pm
Also by Colin Hill:the good soldier | journey | ingrained | The Hippo and The Rhino |
Those on WOL for a while will know of my liking for combining verse/lyric and finding a song in the process. The attached title is based on the predicament of an unlucky soul who realises by the way
the loved one's gaze seems preoccupied, attention elsewhere as if "seeing" another, that the relationship is in trouble. My thanks to Bob Evans for the recording.
Sunday 17th June 2018 2:52 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE OPEN ROAD | TRANSPORTS OF DELIGHT? | HOW? | POWER SHOWER | QUESTION |
'I fell asleep unexpectedly
Draped across my bed.
A deep release of wakefulness
I did not sleep long
But very intensely.
My eyes flipped open
My whole self instantly aware
Before the bridge was closed to Mind
Beetling on in my subconscious.
And it left this word with neon clarity:
Give me a break!
Sunday 17th June 2018 2:46 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Never! Never!! Ever!!! | Love |
I see a picture
of you each and every day
that way you never went away
friends and family still speak fondly of your name
but the state you left you were never the same
you where a youthful 32
and you weren't feeling yourself that night
went for a walk after a drunken row
and possibly a fight
your taciturn existence was ousted in one night
you were in one place
then forever out of sig...
Sunday 17th June 2018 2:01 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:Tales from the rail (a relevant poem) |
How would it be if we could see through the mirror of that Dream
Its the story with in which you find your own true glory
Would it Stars single glorious songs
Father Sun would shine the love all around
Mother Earth would hold us in carrying hands
I see the picture in my heart where Divine thread
Connect us all, sewing infinite patern of Love.
Each of us shining like eternal light
Sunday 17th June 2018 1:43 pm
Also by Artur Hulboj:Being Self | Nothing it's everything | Love is everything |
I've seen the many medals, I own a plaque.
I played football too, but such things I lack!
I look back and think to myself what a shame.
We never saw each other play the beautiful
I would have seen your honours held high.
But I never did, I don't know the reason why.
Although I played at a lower level than you.
I would have loved for you to have seen me ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 1:27 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Windows | Dreamland | One More Bottle | Reminder | The Greatest City | My Demons | Above all That |
So long do I study burning sand in my flameproof palm yet
certainly I know it must slip through prodigal fingers.
Through floors of taverns
and the centre of the world as easy.
And the gate between two stars;
the void blowing shining galaxies apart.
So far, it will be true at last- none of this ever was.
Clear streams chime on smoothed rock.
Hidden birds proclaim blessed...
Sunday 17th June 2018 12:31 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Olhos D'Agua | The Muse's Apology |
The bad soldier stopped firing at Omaha beach
he unloaded his MG 42 and lit a cigarette
The bad soldier in Helmand
walked out of his compound and blew out his brains
The bad soldier in Ireland
put in his notice
The bad soldier at Belsen
died of typhoid
The bad soldier in Paris
gave up his life for another to live
The bad soldier in Homs...
Sunday 17th June 2018 9:11 am
Also by Wolfgar:Slaves without Masters | The Ruin | Revenue generator | Rule Britannia | Beyond the Dark Wood | Mostly Compost |
This village is silent and
yet to warm its stones,
our tiny restored chapelle
aches with an ancient torpidity
I feel I must be observant to,
The quietude, deafens
so I invent an imaginary tock
a slow pendulous clock
that drops coins
into a fountain of time.
As the dawn vapours take leave
a distant rooster bellows
and hounds shake night fleas
off in the dust...
Sunday 17th June 2018 8:49 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Fucked | New Members-May 2018 |
(for Noah when he was
5 years old)
on a pillow
Head of hair
and I lying
you as you
Sunday 17th June 2018 5:36 am
Also by david patrick simon:The children poems 8 | The children poems 7 | The children poems 6 | The children poems 4 | The children poems 3 | The children poems 2 | The children poems 1 | The sitting poems 50 the end | The sitting poems 49 | The sitting poems 47 | The sitting poems 46 | The sitting poems 44 | The sitting poems 43 | The sitting poems 41 | The sitting poems 40 | The sitting poems 39 | The sitting poems 36 | The sitting poems 34 | The sitting poems 33 | The sitting poems 32 | The sitting poems 31 | The sitting poems 30 | The sitting poems 29 | The sitting poems 28 | The sitting poems 26 | The sitting poems 25 | The sitting poems 24 |
She sat at the far end of her high ceilinged room
I sat on her prefered chair.
We stared at each other.
Her hundreds of books were piled upon a just cleaned black wooden floor.
What was that with the light?
ahh yes, clean windows-
she had gone and gotten herself a window cleaner.
' I'm listening to ''Bring me the head of Philip K Dick'' again' she says.....
Sunday 17th June 2018 12:41 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:falling... | Practical pronouncements | Predictive arrangements |
I guess I find it strange somehow
When people know that I’m upset
That when I am, people don’t mind
They simply make themselves forget
But if I know a friend is hurt
Its on mind my mind all day
I cannot just ignore the fact
I can’t just push the thoughts away
So how is it when it’s me that’s hurt
People seem to just not care
Ill reach my hand to anyone
Saturday 16th June 2018 11:42 pm
Also by Charlotte Bergman:The last time I saw you | The girl I used to be |
I wish upon the stars of
Your coveted mind,
Covered in cobwebs of thoughts
Wishful thoughts asking why they exist,
Passive buoys raise bodies to surfaces
Stained with your words,
Remarks as fleeting as dotted stars,
Mapping the route to treasure
Beneath the sand sinks hope and glory,
Born with teeth as thick as mountain walls,
Silver water gleaming
Saturday 16th June 2018 9:52 pm
Also by Cesca:The red river | Perception | (untitled) |
I'm listening to my thoughts
I'd like to light a fire
But there's washing on the line
In the garden next door.
I'm listening to the trees
And watching as they dance
In full leafy green regalia
A strange arboreal Strictly.
I'm listening to the birds
A mother twittering crossly
As baby comes too close
I'm breathing softly.
I'm listening to the wind
Saturday 16th June 2018 6:31 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:The Oyster | Almost a Prayer | The C Word | Fight |
Poem 98 of 230: REREGULATE
One "Premier" world-eleven v.
Another such company/
Or wage-caps, and most of each-club’s squad
From the local-junior pod?
Plus, perhaps, heed the cricket-fan's call
To switch to county-football..?
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 16th June 2018 6:16 pm
My son today you are a man, of life we will speak. The lord above looks out for you, stay humble, strong, and meek.
Listen well and understand, in life, I didn’t plan. Of luck and lady destiny, prayers and parchment made a man.
For worshiping the god of gold, you’ll pay a heavy price. He whispers lies of deadly games, a fools paradise.
Of calluses and finished plans, of working man’s pri...
Saturday 16th June 2018 6:00 pm
I wanna be a rebel, no more goodie two shoes
I’m done with being PC
I wanna be a rebel you see
Get myself a girlfriend or three
Or would I prefer a strong cup of tea?
With a double brandy, a lager shandy?
Not radical enough? I’m just not tough
But now I’m growing old I wanna be bold
Eat loads of meat pies, kick sand in eyes,
and because I’ve got dementia,
say there wa...
Saturday 16th June 2018 2:12 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Why Does it Have to be So? | As we walk down the street | Why you should love your Cardiologist | Shards of Broken Glass |
Some might say
Some might say
Why do dress up as girl ?
I would say
It takes me to a better place
life's been cruel
I don't want to tell you anymore
Only that men cannot be trusted
they break your heart and leave you dead
I can't go back there no more
I've died once when my mum died
Some might say , some might say
I know what people say
I know what people say
Saturday 16th June 2018 12:18 am
Also by Katie Wilson:I did nothing | Don't take Katie Away |
You're reaching out.
Hands to the sky,
Heavy heart beating.
Knees to the ground,
And the rain falls.
Peace couldn't be found,
So you put up these walls.
In an empty broken place,
Never a smile on your pained face...
And you let the darkness sink in,
When all you needed was ONE friend,
But time and time, over again,
No one was there for you in...
Friday 15th June 2018 8:02 pm
Also by Jerrica Badgett:Balance | Sun |
Walking by unnoticed
I ignore the pang in my chest
The occasional pushes and shoves
When I fall nobody cares but when I cry you all laugh
I watch like a hawk
But not trying to catch my prey
To camouflage myself
In the presence of my predator
At one point in my life
I feel myself slipping into oblivion
I try to stay stronger,not for myself
But to show the world, I h...
Friday 15th June 2018 4:07 pm
Also by ASHLEY ROGERS:REALITY VS. FANTASY |
Though the back door seems fascinating but gloomy.
My senses feel pressured to walk through.
Trying to stand my ground but I pace,
As I contemplate and rehearse my old ways.
With the front door and back door
Next to my face.
One facing my heart and the other my senses.
In two worlds with one dominating my senses.
Entering the back doo...
Friday 15th June 2018 3:28 pm
Also by Danny G.:Love and Lust (Poem) | Fearlessly Face the Unknown (Poem) | Breaking Free From the Spider’s Web (Poem) | Opposites Work Together (Poem) | God’s Plan (Poem) | Racism Isn’t A Joke (Poem) |
The precious moments pass away, Day follows night, Night follows day, Year follows year, Soon youth and prime are past and gone! Soon age and death come stealing on.. We disappear. •••• Old ages go, new ages come, But steadily time pendulum, Wags, wags away, It never has been knwn to stop, This time piece needs no winding up, Nor goes astray.
Friday 15th June 2018 12:55 pm
Also by Rays Chinonyerem Chinwendu:Vanquish | No one else | Volcano | NIGHT FALL | MY GOVERNOR <poem> **Dedicated to Gov. Okezie Victor Ikpeazu** By: Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays | PRISON OF PALACE | Mr little "poem" (Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays) | No work, No school | Lovers used to dream "poem" (Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays | All shouting, too much rain! "poem" (Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays) |
...he heard the strange impersonal voice,
which he recognised as his own, insisting
on the soul’s incurable loneliness.”
A Painful Case: James Joyce
A tipping point, late summer, a mother and daughter
are walking together to where the island
ends in a watery dissolve of swilling sands,
a tidal stretch of cloudy pools and breakwaters,
where wave after wave is wrecked and salvaged,
Friday 15th June 2018 9:32 am
Also by Tony Hill:BIVOUAC | MY DARLING CLEMENTINE (1946) |
Standing outside her house
staring at the water-starved fuchsia
on her dusty window sill
still clinging onto life with blood-coloured blooms
Until a few weeks ago
she lived here
surrounded by her few possessions
haunted by the memories
of her children
who no longer inhabit this earth.
Her body is frail
and she can no longer live here
My sadness as I look upon her life
Friday 15th June 2018 8:51 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Product fury | Fear and Wonder | Life |
She suffers, but no one knows her worth.
She takes the pain, but no one sees her hurt.
She cries, but no one seems to understand.
She feels, but no one seems to take a chance.
She breaks, but no one seems to see her sorrow heart.
She falls, but no one has been there with a hand.
She hurts, but no one seems to want to take her stand.
She drowns, but no one cares to make her feel worth the saving.
Friday 15th June 2018 4:23 am
Like loneliness and
these fingerless gloves
that protect what I feel
from the cold,
and the single earring piercing
thin, once overgrown skin--
it's only a hole newly re-opened
by the marriage of old
with new money
an unholy matrimony
cheap and undersold.
Friday 15th June 2018 3:21 am
Also by elPintor:I am not one who believes in universal love--an epitaph | slip | soft |
He had lips like a
sweet soft angles
lips that made my
heart melt away
As his eyes
sparkled in mine
like the starry
skies above my
But his words
to my ears as the
sound of his heart
and mine pounded
loud and louder
until I no longer
could hear his
words just th...
Friday 15th June 2018 12:16 am
Also by Tina Glover:Life's Expectations | Executed By You | Once | His Love |
|last 30 days||last year|