The days pass by
Very little has changed
You marked my whole world
Showed me more than the grey
All I have are the memories
All the good times
You showed me who i was
The me I want to be
I just want to go back
And live it one last time
It happened again
You came then you went
The days are getting shorter
The further you get...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 1:24 am
Did the road run out?
did the next corner turned
offer the same skyline?
Or did your courage falter?
did a little voice
turn you homeward?
back to the start.
Where that same little voice
first spoke to you,
and tricked you into recklessness.
Where it promised you adventure’s
in exotic wanderings,
and stole you...
Monday 26th September 2016 11:12 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Fidelis ad mortem | Reflecting on an equinox | Sunflower | The Wetherspoon supporters club (tongue very much in drunken cheek) | Hole | Maquis | A storm without an ark | Youths blind vanity lost | Carousel | Seminal work | The Superintendent | Sons of Leicester | A full disclosure of injuries sustained | Dilemmas diluted | Feeding the monster | November 2016 (may be deemed offensive by those from delicate constitutions) | Truce |
Wild eyed, crashing midst the spectral trees,
As mournful howl drifts on the breeze;
Gasping as she runs in fright,
Through dark and dread-filled night,
To escape the fear;
Monday 26th September 2016 10:20 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Life | Memory | Cricket | Bletherin’ On Cricket | Cardiac Case | Late Sailing | Home | ‘Oh’ Level French | Lost Love | Writer’s Block | A Bee Or Not A Bee | Stormy Beach | Choices | Thoughts | Life’s Highway |
Not the overexposed, unwanted guest
who outstays his welcome, the forebear
who is taking familial shape in the corner
in a coming together of shadows and mist.
Nor even the third man on your shoulder
as you reach the pole or gain the summit,
and not the specious exhalations of spirit
in those gas-lit, overburdened parlours.
Ignore the widows’ running mascara,
as they stand in sepulchr...
Monday 26th September 2016 8:14 pm
The following lines were written many years ago when this country faced decisions that
affected its future survival. Post-Brexit, they have a very contemporary resonance.
Though Britannia rules exalted
In our heartfelt hymns of praise
Now we see her standing halted
At the parting of the ways.
To her left a road des...
Monday 26th September 2016 5:13 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE | LONESOME RAIL - a railroad song/lyric | DECEIT, DISSEMBLING AND DELAY | PIE IN THE SKY | STEAM DREAM | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 4 - repost for Sept. |
see how they flood with tears
tides of man
the same the world over
but there is so much sand in this bright land
determination to split
and exploit a divided nation.
So let's play with bombs
instead of spades
look down like children,
let's be Gods!
Rip up the sand from our castles
in the air,
Monday 26th September 2016 4:28 pm
Also by ray pool:NEW GLASSES | TWO LIVES | CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN | JESUS WEPT | VINYL FRONTIER | THE STORM | SOMETHING FOR THE WEEKEND | SHUT DOWN | THE ALL - AMERICAN | LOOK UP TO THE HEAVENS | THINGS TO DO | THE NEW MESSIAH | THE MAN IN THE WHITE COAT |
opinionate zilch of this lout!
bet your life he thinks F.A of you,since
the pug faced thug,chinwagging mostly
in criminality,would rather die,than,
adopt your respectabilty,or
include your down-nosed higher views
in his off-road conversations
except maybe,to spare a filthy expletive,should you approach
-an expletive which,is not hard to explain
in view of the patron...
Monday 26th September 2016 1:37 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:noise as a memory |
i would be good for eating
it started innocently enough
a bite of the lower lip
stretched just that touch too far
a nibble on the neck that left a muted firework of blood blisters for the rest of the day
the teeth marks you left in my index finger as i explored your mouth
you would be good for eating
it shifted so subtly that we barely noticed
like the gradually d...
Monday 26th September 2016 1:29 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:anhedonia | the moon | snowflake 3 | snowflake 2 | snowflake | endgame | klittra | the man that swallowed the sky | the churning of the ocean of milk | liquid gold | lemonade | infinity | dont know when but a day is gonna come | oh dear oh dear | the man stood in the corner of the room | dunes | basquiat | lime | another day, another gin | cloak | dirge |
How can I praise my love in bare words?
Will they describe the tenderness of glances?
Will they explain why am I never bored,
Although my heart is taken as a ransom?
What words can rightly serve the very love
That blends respect, desire and attachment?
When one can feel as heavenly betroth'd,
The only pain is moment of departure.
Yet, I attempt expressing this in words,
As humble s...
Monday 26th September 2016 10:21 am
Where the woods of unruly domestic trees on
The other side of the road has not always been there
It used to consist of small homesteads and poverty
People left for France or America never came back
Nature moved back and trimmed olive trees and
Carob trees took on a surreal form the undergrowth
Was left to grow a paradise for animals and birds...
Monday 26th September 2016 10:03 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the president | nature wonders | tropical island | the sea of the forgotten | in Paris | once a seafarer | the optimist | human maggots | melancholy | warming of the planet | sisterly love | for a few lovers more | saintliness | haiku 3 of them | surprise | forgotten history | der spiegel | social media | bed time | sexual love | the peace process | random journey | simplicity |
In our hand we hold a gift
A gift that is invisible to the naked eye
This gift is malleable for we shape it from the inside
Our gift was given at the beginning of our time
We shape our gift throughout time
The gift grows through the hardest of times
Our gift rewards us with the best of times
This gift can make things feel hard at times
Sometimes we resent our gift for it do...
Monday 26th September 2016 4:09 am
Also by Jacob Martin:Barriers | A Thorn Left Inside |
BB says as she puts on her face,
"have a wonderful day."
tell me, BB,
what's happened to my data--
the breach i cannot sew
your all knowing eye is blind
to your mistake
you spread your gaffe as fact
and the populace shouts your glory
they need your word
to fill the gaps
yet I know your fraud
and only smile back
for I know that I am
Monday 26th September 2016 1:55 am
Also by elPintor:muddy water, verdant earth | tracker | before I learned mechanics, I learned to mistrust the mechanic | night vision | traveller's token | equalization | metaphysics |
Sitting here with my thoughts that this was our last kiss
A tender wet exchange of these now estranged lips
Feeling a bit awkward after ending our trips
Final lovers goodbye, the tenderness of bliss
Can we exchange our loves into a rooted friendship
One in which we share laughs but not be intimate
Taking a sidestep role in her happiness state
And grabbing my own life and make this distinc...
Monday 26th September 2016 12:01 am
Also by Louis Audet:Pleasure | Small pets | Tightness | Mr Fantismo and his carpet | Mr Fantismo and his unicorn | Being grandma | Pig thoughts | Her back | The burger | Deafness | Centerpiece | The book ending | Bright Star | A blooming book | Truce | The hump | Tonight? | The Farmer | You | Shower Away | Sundae | Crisis | Advice from Dad | Poneytail | Separation | Parking Lot | The stalker | Young coeds | Forest survival | Finding love after | Live for today | Frat party | Darkness follows | Let's hope for peace | The Bridge | First Night | Breaking the cave |
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(Just returned from another splendid holiday down there)
There’s few other places that I’d rather be
Than Milford, New Milton or Barton-on-Sea
On a warm sunny day as the wind gently lifts
The smell of the sea from the shore up the cliffs;
You might catch a glimpse of a buzzard or two
Spiralling thermally if no breezes blew,
Wheeling and mewing and quartering around
Sunday 25th September 2016 11:00 pm
Also by John Coopey:OUR GERT | LEST WE FORGET | THE LOVERS |
Stealing a lungful of sighs
Your heart held ransom
Sunday 25th September 2016 10:24 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Undercover | Haiku: Life Support | Haiku: Fall | Haiku: Fully Fledged | Haiku: Chasing Leather | Haiku: Haunting | Haiku: Fading | Haiku: Feasting | Haiku: Pensioner | Haiku: Direction | Haiku: Dear Reader | Haiku: Grieving | Haiku: Burnt | Haiku: Vision | Haiku: Madness | Haiku: Intoxication | Haiku: Viral | Haiku: Harmony | Haiku: Impulse | Haiku: Wretched | Haiku: L'amour |
I stood in the fire today waiting for it to rain.
My bitter contemplation, rude awakening-
The soothing of my blistered and mutilated skin.
My love, my bitterness-
The excrement sitting at the floor of my conscience.
The healing of internal lacerations that must be seen to be believed.
I stood at the ocean’s edge under a scarlet moonlit sky,
Sunday 25th September 2016 9:13 pm
Also by alseau nonas:FRAMING AN OUTCOME |
By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria
Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:44 pm
Also by Anna Ghislena:Sorrento |
Where certain things are concerned
our fleeting impasse
cries for help like a drowning child
a frenzied but short lived affair
before a millpond calm returns
to cloak the drama hidden underneath.
So, as we sit peacefully
both knowing, that
corpses eventually surface
to create a far more serious maelstrom,
we hurriedly gather rocks,
not for ammunition,
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:13 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Road Trip | Roller Coastal | We? | Quest-ion |
to my amazement
a stone hung in the sky -
who could help but weep?
a smile in response-
the voyaging moon becalmed
in this child's spy-glass
grace in high relief
realised by partial sunlight:
phase after phase
grown old and faded,
children's drawings under dust-
the moon has a face.
swift through the branches,
slow across the milky way,
faithfully, the moon.
Sunday 25th September 2016 1:34 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:haiku Collection #6 | Haiku Collection #5 | Haiku Collection #4 | Haiku Collection #3 | Haiku Collection #2 |
I’m content with my lot
In these senior days.
Not a care in the world,
‘Til a friend of mine says
“Och you look really grand,
And you don’t act your age”,
Then I think to myself
Am I now at that stage?
That point in one’s life
Where it all goes to hell;
When you’re over the top,
And no-one will tell
That your best days have passed
But they’re far too polite,...
Sunday 25th September 2016 10:43 am
Cut from the stem, his destiny set
Beauty desired but short before death
Though death been determined, his fate and his fall
His happiest hour befell on them all
Needles and shoelaces, needles and thorns
Need needles to sew up their broken hearts torn
And needles to stich up the city they live in
The city of thorns from captors unforgiven
His highness, his finest,...
Sunday 25th September 2016 3:50 am
Also by H. Rose Dawson:It's My Turn Now | Hey Abriella | Monsters in the Closet | At least I'm not swinging | Mornings on Shift | Ladders | Trenches | 24 (raw, unedited) | Escape | Restlessness | Factor III "Tired" | AA | Atlantis | Dance | Hypervigilance |
"Ana uhibbuk" you said
"It means I love you"
Am I supposed to tell the kids that?
And we laughed it off...
I was surprised
But not shocked
Because I felt it too
But when will it be true?
"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression"
I apologized profusely
Embarrassed to the core
"It's okay! Misunderstandings happen" you said
But when will your w...
Sunday 25th September 2016 2:37 am
Also by Wardah:Musings of a Restless Mind | Inner Workings of my Soul | Misunderstandings of the Heart |
"Well, Jo, what is the matter? Don't be frightened."
"I thought," says Jo, who had stared and is looking around, "I thought I wos in Tom-all-Alone's again. Ain't there nobody here but you, Mr. Woodcot?"
"And I ain't took back to Tom-all-Alone's. Am I, sir?"
Jo closes his eyes, muttering, "I'm wery thankful!"
After watching him closely for a little while, Allan put...
Sunday 25th September 2016 1:09 am
Also by John Marks:AMHARIC | Lost and Found and Round and Round. | The cherry tree |
For sixth form socialist internationalist reasons
Too stupid to mention
Like TTIP asset stripping our NHS
I voted Leave
Yes I confess
I voted Leave
I'm a scumbag
And that is all there is to it
As simple as that
Bring back hanging
Swing me upside down from my gentleman's bits
Roast me on a fiery unforgiving spit
But please know this
As you turn me screaming beneath a baleful...
Saturday 24th September 2016 11:50 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:Meanwhile, In Sweden | Hillary Clinton 9/11 Haiku | I Am A Blog Poet (God Save The Queen Blog Poem) |
We were teenage innocents
Learning the language of
Huddled close against the winter chill
Holding hands in the shelter
Watching for her last bus
The nine o five
Three four seven
To turn from Lord Street, Southport
Onto Marine Drive
To swallow her away
Home to Rufford,
Wanting it to come soon…...
Saturday 24th September 2016 8:50 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:"Meeting Mrs Potiphar" | "Caz - End of the Affair" | "Travails in Orkney" | "Donegal Eden" | "Let's All Go to Lisdoonvarna" | "Mally" | "Obituary" | "Apitate Ring" | "Alison" | "Adieu" | "On Leaving Dublin - Bloomsday plus one" | "Cuddles" |
Poem 36 of 230: WALKABOUT MEXICO
In late December,
I can remember
Being in a fix -
For time and pesos -
And, thus, unable
To see Mexico’s
So, in Tijuana,
I enjoyed the show
At a miniature
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 24th September 2016 8:32 pm
Spin me more
lies in your web
those lies that
in a web
of make believ...
Saturday 24th September 2016 3:20 pm
Also by Emer Ní Chorra:Experience | The Silent Treatment | Hurt, Heal And Repeat | True Colours | Desire | The Fall | The Strong One | My Love | 19 | Love And Trust | Daddy didn't raise a hoe | The Observer |
White canvas face
naked skin awaits.
A slight brush
light powder puff.
Smooth red lipstick
sparkling blue eyes.
Intriguing watchful look
black eyelashes flutter.
A golden smile
meets my gaze.
As I approach
rainbow door opens.
Loving sunlight dreams
head over heels.
Aspiring lovers complete
My painted Lady.
Saturday 24th September 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Lord Dominus | Steamy Windows |
To be sung to the tune of
Land of Hope and Glory
Dear Land of Hope, with hope th’art crowned,
Tha wilt be mightier yet!
On Tyranny Britannia’s frowned,
Justice, our goal, is set.
Unequal laws, have Freedom stained,
Have ruled us ill, done wrong,
Through Freedom gained, and Truth maintained,
The People shall be strong.
Liberal and Red-Tie Tory, you ar...
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:53 pm
Were there a mirror for what eyes can't see -
one made to show reflections of the soul,
where the warmth of lies can not console -
then might our life together peaceful be.
Once, I remember, I did in dream foresee
that I this mirror from the heavens stole;
enraged, I threw it when I saw my soul -
but it cracked not - yet fragments left of me.
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:18 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:The Eruption |
On getting up one morning
God walked to the pearly gate
and enquired of Michael his doorman
how's it going mate?
I'm absolutely knackered, and wish you'd investigate.
Never known it be this busy before
them coming up here to Heaven
swept off me feet trying to greet,
everyone twenty four seven.
The flow is overwhelming, we need cupboards and extra shelving.
But I have a sugges...
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:52 pm
Save clean water because it scarce
Protect what you breath like clean air
World has food but to some it is rare
You are blessed to have this all, you have no idea
Society lose happiness, no one would care
One forgets to smile but you still stare
People struggle with their own number of enough scare
You become one to them, now that is not fair
Have you ever produce water or clean air?
Saturday 24th September 2016 9:43 am
Also by Ruvi Galhena:my Poem |
Find your purpose
Color your way through life
the outlines is what holds your sanity
beyond that is out of your control
every color stands on its own
It has always been me myself and I,
do not live for people but for you
and your happiness
find you purpose
life is too short on dwelling on things
that has happened already
Saturday 24th September 2016 8:24 am
I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail in the shadows.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. The shadow sometimes runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.
The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The...
Saturday 24th September 2016 7:45 am
Sure you do.
You're so tired again,
Thats when you knew I was here.
You didn't want to get out of bed today,
Haha oh dear.
I know you don't like my presence.
But I'm here for a bit,
It doesn't have to make sense.
I've been so faithful,
Don't you know?
I'm here for you when others aren't,
don't say it isn'...
Saturday 24th September 2016 2:20 am
Trevor, I saw you again—
I saw you sitting at the desk right beside me in Mr. Tracey’s seventh-grade homeroom,
Filled with twenty unhygienic twelve-year-old students. It smelled of strong coffee in a thermal.
A clock rests above the door. It ticks away the moments.
You were wearing that ratty brown zipper-up you liked so much.
The one that smelled as if it hadn’t seen the insid...
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:59 am
Also by Kelly:Waiting on flowers | Survival |
F34r Th3 Numb3r5
t0 pu5h y0u
On th3 5p33d0meter
1n y0ur c0mput3r
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:11 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:black clouds on a sunny day | Black Bear |
A few of you all know I bought out my second full length book 'The End of Summer' last year as a low key, print on demand run.
My publisher for my third full length collection 'From the Diabetic Ward' has agreed to reprint it on the 14th October 2016 and it can be picked up at
anybody who wants a copy for press...
Friday 23rd September 2016 11:20 pm
Also by Andy N:Past Lives (A Series of journeys from past lives) |
Friday 23rd September 2016 7:24 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:outing | costume change |
I don't know where to start
These feelings in my heart
I keep haven't been able to release
These feelings rise but get trapped like a beast
I want to show you my world from within
The scenery is changing
The door’s knocking
I want you to come in
Let it out, You know I should
Let it out, If only I could
Let it out, You know I should
Let it out, If only I c...
Friday 23rd September 2016 2:50 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:It's all good | Oh happy day | Crashing | Hush | What is love | All that remains | Feeling Again | Let Me Live | On a winter night | Just Be | Imagine | Closer | Lemonade | Nights | Desires | Devil dancer | Run | Where are you? | It's a mystery | Me | Dangerous Intelligence | Traveling down the road of life | Untitled | March 15, 2002 | Release Me | Constant Replay | Sunday July 14, 2002 | Motivation | Friday July 12, 2002 | Morning Sun | Puzzle pieces of my heart | Red in bloom | Drowning into your possession | What really matters | Your kiss | Drowning | Love Spent | Sweet dagger of mine | Wasting away | Love dreams | Precious moments | Villianous Love | Friend or Foe | Wounded heart | Archaeology of St Lucia | Soft sea of regret | Silence grows | There's so much more than this | A crack in the wall | What was I thinking | OK | Please don't make me think | Surf City | In the dead of Winter | Chasing love | What do you want | Just Words | Oblivion | Peace of mind | Simple | Beautiful People | Losing a friend | Into the infinite abyss |
Summer has passed and autumn is rolling in - which means the SoapBox Poetry Club is back. Our regular poetry night held at the John Peel Centre, on the last Wednesday of the month, features a nationally renowned poet as a headliner, two local poets and one musician in support. We book exciting, passionate and political young poets. Those at the forefront of poetry in the UK. The kind of writers an...
Friday 23rd September 2016 12:43 pm
I'm speaking and performing some poems tomorrow in Manchester after a march as part of both the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos, and 100 Thousand Poets for Change. If you'd like to take part we're assembling in All Saints Park, Manchester at 11.30am. Or look on the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos website, and there may be something going on in a city near where you are. I've written th...
Friday 23rd September 2016 10:45 am
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I am the undecided
the umbrage of life
you see in me a warrior
who never thinks of backing down
tributing to the society
had only made me tumble down
unaided I stand
stronger than ever
tranquil is what I am
but will soon transient
for I am a warrior
stronger than thee
thou shall not make me bow down
thou shall not make me crumbl...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 6:45 pm
Speak to me like you speak,
in tongues, or in plain old English
dusted with a view of sparkly seas
or oceans, as you say, my owl.
My crow, my dove, my dolphin
plunging among the waves that roughen,
among the sands that graze and toughen
your skin and hair but soul untouched.
Tell me of the call you heard
from a distance, from the depths
of blue or green or blackened water,
the rover, ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 3:26 pm
Although they hanker still
for desolate views,
they have learned to count
their blessings: migrants
taking a bowl of air
on this bitter afternoon.
Their formal attire
incongruous, their waddling
gait seems outlandish
to the natives they dismay.
with their own,
they have tried
at least to pay their way
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:54 pm
Also by David Cooke:Schooldays |
Love comes easy, but it doesn't really go away after that. No matter how many times you hammer it down, lock it away, drown it, or excise it with home surgery, you always seem to find it somewhere. Growing in the dark little corners of your mind, where you want it least and need it most. It'll pop your stitches for you, rebreak old bones. It's there and there's not much for it, so you can choose ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:25 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:uncut (09/22/2016) | patients - patience (09/21/2016) | howl steppin (09/11/2016) | chime (09/11/2016) | sons' irony (09/04/2016) |
When the love that is supposed to be your wings
To help you go beyond the restrictions of realities
Will become the chain that shackles you
To the depth of nothingness
Losing yourself to the abyss of torment and pain
Blinded by the promise of eternal bliss
Is it still love?
Or is it just a senseless belief.
Thursday 22nd September 2016 7:44 am
Try me on we can taste the cake
tell me how different your mind can shape
Of course you experienced my pain too late
In a circle around you didn't break
Lie for the art that's not yours to take
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:06 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:My lonely | Uncontrollable | Solitude | Supportive loyal fake friends | Beauty on the outside | leave the rotting skin for color | men with selfish intent | climax deadzone | god found me | my own relationship with god | the parties over | what we will never see |
No general, no goverment,
no any God or Normality
can not take control over me
I am the Free Catastrophe.
No one tells me what to do,
maybe I am under all standards
but any teachers, preachers or manners
won't stuff in my head unanswered answers!
I don't take shit from anyone anymore
I don't bend my knee
I don't care if they like me or not
only one thing coun...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:03 pm
Also by FruFru:Love Not on the Spot | Pain |
Forest Rabbit Crown Soft Stone
Was the name she introduced
On that candle light bright night
Where dreams were all self-produced
Desert Lion Hat Rough Silk
Was the name we all had guessed
For her stars were drowned in milk
Yet her sun in black was dressed
Those you hear were the words
In which I painted your ghost
Now that time has tuned my chords
Wednesday 21st September 2016 8:09 pm
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