I can't keep moving on
Days like this I miss you the most
You was my world and now
The air is burning
This has been a tragedy
A mind that was by abuse
If I could make you understand
I before the end I want you to know
It's a bad night again
April time is getting out of the line
Can you please comeback for me
I don't want to be here anymore
I don't want to be here anymore
Sunday 21st January 2018 1:33 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Chapter 2 Mr. Depression and レディ 死 | Chapter 1 Mr Depression Lust | Ghsot | Rotting Into | Corpse | Only Hollow | The Last Chapter | Empty | Burning Bright | Romantically Drifting |
Peaceful feeling of realisation,
creating itself and passing by
simultaneously in the presence
of your own inner being.
Shifting all your senses
where effort it's meaningless.
Form and matter untouchable
In the silence of this space.
Educated moment of Harmony,
with out need to remember
or worry to be forgotten.
Everything and nothing is
Sunday 21st January 2018 1:10 am
Also by Artur Hulboj:We are one! | Silent language | Driven by the moment | Conditional artist | Faith | Transformation | Face of love |
Procol Harum’s whiter shade of pale; pretty traces of lace
Reverberate with all opal-sapphire luminosity of these late Romans,
Indigo-dreams now spilt red with gore on this bloody May Day
Negating their absorption into the timeless
Creation of Constantinople’s drift and swell
Elysium’s perfumed garden of lucidity finally broken by
...the barbarity of Mehmed’s desecration, his ro...
Saturday 20th January 2018 10:48 pm
Also by John E Marks:1453-911 NON SERVIAM | Gorffwysfa | When the poet ceases singing | Song for the old year | Carmel |
no more returning
no matter what the voices say
never to drink the same tears
or consume regurgitated sorrow
I have embraced unwanted ghosts
for the last tormenting time.
Saturday 20th January 2018 9:24 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:Long Johns | Advancement | Direction finder | sandwich | in other words | no entry | Indelible stain | when poetry is pushed in to becoming a pain | Importance's |
Poem 4 of 230: PICTURING SYDNEY
A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
With its enthralling panoramic feast:
Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
But other options number in the tens.
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 20th January 2018 9:19 pm
The coldest winter I've endured
Has shown my colours true
The coldest winter without a friend
The coldest without you
My mind feels like a winter storm
Because I can't see a thing
The pain of not talking to you
Feels like winters cold sting
I walk along the once black path
That is now paved with white
The cold sinks beneath my skin
Like 2 loved ones in a fight...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:39 pm
Also by Charlotte Bergman:Dreamless sleep | Broken glass | Song | Just because | Rarest gold | In rhyme | Justine |
Shadow of the sun
is peeping through the window
sending Caribbean heat to my feet
waves splash calling out
to invest in the no judgement zone
it’s my friend with no voice
only a splash of child's play to my face
the wind carries me
as a woman should be cared for and handled gently
the palm trees bend to converse with me
sharing growth of coconuts with me
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:32 pm
Also by sasha:Homeless Love | Friendship at the Door | Just Me | Cruel world | First High | Something old Something new | Infection | Coach BS | Cake | Seasons | Personality | Loving a man | Compromise | The Dish |
He wraps me up
in HIS love.
But my love is not right.
Not enough he says.
There's a lock on the outside of the door now.
Too much, too much,
Hit the road Jack!
He's out the door
and I don't miss him.
The young girl pushes the screen bent
and jumps out the window.
I wince in preparation for her crumpled body.
But she's a cat
and lands soft...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:02 pm
Also by JfingHendrix:little boys in little girl sweaters | Peace! | for now | (in)decent exposure |
Jellicle Cats with their three names
The I in which no one but "I" would know. A self inscribed name tag collar wrapped 'round in my keyboard cutthroat self inflicted mental recognition.
The Gay One?
The Stupid One?
Pollicle Dogs, with their bark BARK BARKING up and down t...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:02 pm
It is time for Renewal and Rebirth!
The shedding of habits, worry, and fear
Letting go will put my mind at ease.
I no longer want to feed stress and self doubt,
In the corners of my mind they disappear.
I wash away the negativity,
I wash away the pain,
I wash away the regret,
My goal is no longer to please.
My heart will no longer hurt,
I will put mysel...
Saturday 20th January 2018 7:13 pm
Saturday 20th January 2018 6:37 pm
Also by Wardah:Trapped in the Abyss of Life |
Coal-warmth creates ease from eve-gloom
drizzle-wind, frost and face-sting skin-pierce
driven-drizzle blast weather.
Thermal ticks of stove-warmtn metal-clicks
promise heat and unguent to pink-red
The afternoon's gone, the light's fading fast.
Damp wool and sodden fleece
tell of walking in the wilds.
The dog's mud-caked and happy to be free,
for shrieks o...
Saturday 20th January 2018 6:12 pm
Also by Rich:Festival Fun | Common Ground |
Hope exclaimed "Life is a canvas painted in black and white"
"You my friend stuck in the strands of plight"
"Wait oh Dear! Let the dawn untangle and bring delight"
Oh, no Hope! "I can wait no more for my silver armoured Knight"
"I no longer have the courage to fight"
"nor stand against my brutal fate's might!"
Oh, my dear! "You are in the twilight of a daunting night"
"Only Out of dark...
Saturday 20th January 2018 4:08 pm
golden hours stretched
without words to say
feelings make marks
in dirt with rubber boots
play never leaves us
we leave this place
you decide at once
you’re an adult
you forget these
pleasures and pains
sadness and longings
replaced with distaste
for children of...
Saturday 20th January 2018 4:06 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Am Wasser gebaut | Emanuelle Can’t | Pink Money | Rare | Meeting People Upside Down | New |
I’d never trust their tridents since a profession matters when passion doesn’t and empowers too,
Monsters crushed into diamonds as their reflection shatters the glass in front of it to devour you,
Now with the syllabus scary and promised with the sun pouring pieces on stones for throwing hegemony,
How is the military a hostage when it’s the one storming villas and overthrowing democracies...
Saturday 20th January 2018 2:33 pm
Also by Big Sal:Faith (For the Voters) | The Showing Shores of Mercy | Absolution Inters the Peace | Goodness for All |
The englishman made himself a shed
where his specialism was refined
the young lady also specialised
their common ground was never mind
and how they concurred, how their bounderies
were blurred- it's not for us to say
most subtle shades in truth emerge
on the foggiest, foggy day
Saturday 20th January 2018 12:22 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Drunken Sailor | workinprogress | Sea City |
The vagrant sits in splendid isolation
at a window seat in the finest establishment.
Fingerless mitts, their fingers dipping the sugar bowl
black nails on flame blue claws.
The moat of horror extends around him
a three meter exclusion zone,
imposed by instinctual repulsion
half sympathetic faces avert their eyes.
He stares toward the street, his home
Saturday 20th January 2018 11:51 am
Also by Wolfgar:Serpentine | At Anchor | Posthumously Paris | Zero six thirty 4 Jan 18 | Everything a note | Visitations |
on that day
when hope was falling
at the hour
when the iron lady's
stepped up each
to his elite calling
trained to dare
to protect our pride.
kept the whole world's
we heard the BOOMS!
the rapidity of fierce gunplay
by Bob and the black-clad boys
was the 'game' soon ended
Saturday 20th January 2018 10:03 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:unsure prodigal | on hearing a memory | me-an ugly and crap harmonica player | oh! the poor little rapists lets not forget THEIR rights! | unfocused | going with the grain in more than one way ( an anti-plastic poem) | Nature in the dock | my unhappy bunny | lamenting good and bad intentions | march of the Paedo's | for the cuckoo land tourist | haikube |
A Kind of Christmas
Screaming voices a decorated tree flew
though the open French window.
In the bedroom, a woman cried, in the basement den a man
sat with a bottle of whisky, the children
sat in the living room eating sweets and waited
for the storm to blow over.
It was like this every Christmas, it was so much better
when they both went to work when the parents had a...
Saturday 20th January 2018 10:01 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :unpainted canvas | my mother and Bambi | Alternative saga | Alfred out fishing | a shitty place | death before the Eve | night frost | A Female Santa | Me Too! | January 2018 |
This poem recalls a certain zeitgeist I detected during benign winter days spent in my adopted home town of Perth many years ago; lassitude, provincialism, an inclination towards fatalism, perhaps merely bourgeoise self-satisfaction. It did not survive the new century, needless to say.
Come here & listen:
- Winter -
slithering on grit-sand moved
by swathing waves...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:15 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:The Voyager's Song | The Illusionist | The Mirror | Brother | The City of God | The Goddess is Dancing | Retrospective | The Meaningless Surface of Life | Waterstick | Quiet Rooms | Test Firing | Distant Windows |
I knocked on the door,
Not expecting an answer
Much less to be received
So when he opened up in contour,
Spoke with me without waver
I conversed to be believed
Me, nothing less, nothing more
Me, not me minus the stutter
And if not all of me, still, me
Should he shut the door,
I’d think, “it’s what I would prefer”
For I knew not of joviality
Saturday 20th January 2018 4:22 am
Also by Isurugi Noe:Life Span | Impressive (haiku) | What You Left Me | Know (haiku) | Attention | Power | Caged | Not the One | Confidence in a Man |
Swinging girl under the shelter
Swinging all the time...
Coming back to the shelter,
But again in the sun..
Smiling with the golden..
Golden the sun..
Get golden her fingers
But burn through the fun...
She loved that pretty golden,
Heaven under the sun...
Coming back to the shelter
But again in the sun...
Saturday 20th January 2018 4:06 am
There’s ice on the stairs again
and a chill in my heart
I ache in the head again
as you set to depart,
you’ve burnt out my eyes again
with your withering stare
I’m scorched, charred and black again
blind, naked and bare,
you say we’ll converge again
that our pathways will meet
should our senses collide again
along the same street,
I’d be a fool to believe again...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:39 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Tansaku | Abracadharma | Cranford Finale | White Lights | Taste the Day |
One morning in my garden - as the mist
dissolved – a thousand apples ripe and gold
I eager saw, that hung from boughs of gold.
I pondered which to eat, when through the mist -
there squatting in the stiff and frozen grass -
I saw a thing – still as the dead – a toad.
For long I rooted stood, until that toad
suddenly fled, and hid within the grass.
Though then I co...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:29 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:A Night On The Moors |
We love Manchester hear us all say,
We love Manchester,let us all pray,
For the lives lost in this sad city scare,
For the injured survivors ,pray soon to repair.
We come together stronger than before.
Much stronger than the perpetrators who crept through our door.
We are all the same people and shed similar blood.
As the tears down our cheeks painfully flood.
For the injur...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:21 pm
Under the silks
inside the wardrobe
lies the magic:
a key without an answer
a bell without a caution
a home without a door.
the spells are cast.
Friday 19th January 2018 9:28 pm
Also by Douglas MacGowan:DNA Test | Legacy | a (hopefully) funny poem for Edward Gorey | Happiness | Mea culpa | TRAVERSE | FOUR | The Grey Boy | The Beautiful Men | FIVE |
It must have felt, to you,
like I stole something
from under your bed
or the boot of your car.
Control is like a drug
and only reviving
those that take it in
correct doses. Hard
work weighing those
packages, distributing to
only those I trust and
know can handle it's
potency. I built up my
knowledge and resistance...
Friday 19th January 2018 7:37 pm
Also by Natfastic:Endings | Kaleidoscopic | I feel you | Transition |
I look at you.
You look at me.
Your eyes reveal a heartfelt plea.
The egg that's smashed,
Now oozes out
Upon the kitchen tiles and grout.
You sweep a beat
With rhythmic rear,
And cock a hopeful floppy ear.
My heart; it melts,
As from your nose,
A dewdrop dangles unopposed.
I step away,
The mess is lapped up from the floor.
Your service done,
With willing to...
Friday 19th January 2018 6:08 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:Fireweed |
I tend to suspect the stuff we're told
About Health Care woes being down to the old;
Those who steadfastly paid their tax
While others get treated off their backs:
Alkys, druggies, and malingerers who
Install themelves in the NHS queue.
The old would rather be off their trolley,
Installed in beds bought by their lolly,
Before being placed in proper care
For those who've ...
Friday 19th January 2018 5:39 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:A Minister for the Lonely? |
of a warm
of the other.
Friday 19th January 2018 4:55 pm
Also by david patrick simon:Sarah / the engagement poems 7 | Sarah / the engagement poems 7 | Sarah / the engagement poems 6 | Sarah / the engagement poems 6 | Sarah / the engagement poems 5 | Sarah / the engagement poems 5 | Sarah / the engagement poems 4 | Sarah / the engagement poems | Sarah / the engagement poems | Sarah / the engagement poems | This moment / the tangled poems | Seasons / the corner of the sky poems | The touching poem / corner of the sky poems | The unity / the corner of the sky poems | The two of us / the corner of the sky poems | The day dream poem / the corner of the sky poems | Another day / the corner of the sky poems | This day / the corner of the sky poems | Open eyes / the corner of the sky poems |
(A Greatest Hit from my back catalogue. An enormous nod to Robert Johnson and Elmore James)
I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me
I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me
She could lick my piece into shape; I mean my poetry.
I’d take down her pantoums and jiggle her spondees for fun
She’d mouth both my rondels and my phaleuci...
Friday 19th January 2018 4:26 pm
Also by John Coopey:A WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN | THE POET'S RANT - A TRIOLET | I WHINGE AND WHINE |
The small voices that travel with the wind
They carry news, stories, and secrets.
Good and bad. Happy and sad.
Ready to travel again.
Friday 19th January 2018 3:26 pm
Also by Abi Morris:The Barn | Freedom | Perfect Imperfections | Amour Brisé (Broken Love) |
i had to step off the beaten path
for pavements less travelled
energy can in my hand
revitalised i felt like a man
a man..clutching an energy can in his hand..
stopped dead in my tracks i was
self-intoxicated aromas punch-drunk themselves a blizzard
not a little bewildering
brimming olfactory slam-dunk explosions
from wither they emanated i did not know
but i had t...
Friday 19th January 2018 3:19 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:Happy New Year!? |
who gets in his own in his own way
who makes his own life darker and darker
who cannot stop the rot of his soul from setting in
who allows his enemies to live in his head
who thinks he is the chosen one
who is not able to stop worrying and really learn to love life
for he knows not how to put an end to his masochistic ways.
Friday 19th January 2018 3:06 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:and they call this SPORT! | snobby brother | my goodbye friend | strange singer | heartistically | New Years dishonoured list | one HELL of a mistake |
Your very first
My most important
You held it so tight
I couldn't hold my tears
To make sure you're fed
You in the middle
Across from your neglected crib
Your first steps
Corners were quickly covered
You're getting so big
I always did my very best
Friday 19th January 2018 2:46 pm
Also by Nick:No Questions Answered. | Tiny Round Friends. |
Flower's adorning that backyard...
And it was me standing on the balcony...
Waiting for someone I know...
And he would appear soon across those trees of mahagony...
Fragrances and clouds were all I remember...
And that was when, my heart starts beating faster....
How much I was in love I still wonder...
Is it just a dream that flashes in my sleep every night ...
Friday 19th January 2018 11:00 am
Also by Shruti:Highway 39 | Sleepless Nights | Dissolve in the air | Mystery behind the scene | The Silent Scream |
Dead wood, no good.
Get rid of the dead
wood that won’t burn
like wet yew branches.
People are dead wood,
like soul callouses.
They cling to you,
bring only judgement.
Spouting forth sin,
or their own piss;
its all the same
when you don’t drink it.
They call you wrong,
say you are useless,
no use for burning.
I smack the dead wood
out of my life,...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:33 am
We fell apart so effortlessly.
Like snowflakes from a cloud.
We looked like we were floating,
but reality was the ground.
We came to pieces.
Like leaves withering in fall.
Our hearts and our heads,
got mixed up in it all.
We lost our color.
Like paint drying in the sun.
We didn’t mix the right way,
thus the breaking had begun.
Is this a sad story?...
Friday 19th January 2018 1:07 am
Also by Sarah Mae:The Potential for Light |
I've got quite a collection of regular likers,
my pockets are full of bad dreams,
some of them mucky from dust therein,
but all highly flavoured if you know what I mean?
Bodily fluids, orifices,
always good for the mind to dwell on;
best out in the open is what I say;
if you write with hatred that's A OK.
Never mind the shit that keeps flowing,
it's just anot...
Thursday 18th January 2018 10:13 pm
Also by ray pool:AMNESTY | NIGHT VIGIL | WEAPONRY | MUMMY AND DADDY |
People everywhere are becoming fearful
distrustful of others, even of those who are close
The world is filled with dread
communities have become fragmented
The tree of life has been ravaged
fruit, leaves and branches lay scattered
Only the trunk remains with its bark stripped
many have withdrawn into their personal hermitages
Loved ones offer some sense of s...
Thursday 18th January 2018 8:22 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Two Valleys | Loneliness | Enraged | Nightfall |
A splash of scattering wind wags the brittle stalks of winter bleached grasses
and sends bald tree tops sweeping slow arcs against the cloud dashing sky.
The old ash behind me breathes easy with the slow dozing rhythm
of these waiting and watching January woods.
Snowdrops gather to whisper secret stories,
mythical tales of springtime’s approach,
while the deeper digging roots
Thursday 18th January 2018 8:13 pm
Also by David T Jones:A triumph |
Thursday 18th January 2018 7:52 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Grey Moon | Deeper | Dead Anger Haunts | Lamp | Sound in the silence |
Sly pretentions hid in
the words given to this my heart
she thought captured
that it would foolishly believe
were messengers of love.
Her intentions glazed with skilful deception
and perceptions of my enslavement to her foolery
I thought deemed to be poorly schooled in the art of defence against manipulation.
How deviously she had sighted my inner lonelinesse...
Thursday 18th January 2018 5:28 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:HEY LOOK! ITS US ON HERE ENJOYING OURSELVES AGAIN/ AWHILE! | makings of a lone wolf | Mr Dark and I | precious number nine | trainee shopper | my disappearing role in disappearances | in corridors of after light |
So you are lost in dreams so deep whole night
And I long to hear phone's beep whole night
At dawn, I realised, my awakening
Though my destiny remained asleep whole night
I know the remedy, I know the toxin..
What to lose, and what to keep whole night
She might have waited for me to take her back
This is what made me to weep whole night
Sharafat, night is...
Thursday 18th January 2018 4:40 pm
Also by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh:I Call Him Azrael | Revenge | A Visit To Graveyard | Words About To Break | Scattered Beauty | Invaded Identity |
Battling with the inner me and the outer me
Who I am on the inside is starting to bleed out
Believing in me has slowly drifted away
My heart is beating slowly
The love I have for me has changed most days I don’t know who I am
When I look in the mirror I don’t see the beauty anymore I see the things that I have issue with the things that...
Thursday 18th January 2018 3:43 pm
Also by Saniya:Over It |
CHOOSE LIFE, choose getting fired, choose beating the system, fucking the system, fuck the system. Choose office politics, small talk, polite talk. Signing birthday cards for people you don’t even like. Choose snacking because you are bored, eating cake because it’s there. Filling up the coffee machine, smiling once you’ve done it. Choose getting praise for work you hate, hating work for peo...
Thursday 18th January 2018 2:15 pm
Thursday 18th January 2018 11:08 am
So, what the hell are we all supposed to do? Well.... nothing. Not do a single friggin' thing. Because thinking that we are all out to get each other only makes us want to get at each other. Stop worrying, and start appreciating. That's the only way out of this mess. Care more about other people than yourself. Stop taking everything personally. Stop believing politicians. Stop buying boxed ...
Thursday 18th January 2018 2:19 am
In rich new fields of untouched lush greenery
I shall drag the old dead cow with me
Wednesday 17th January 2018 11:41 pm
Also by Ria Richardson:Boxes of life | my dreams |
and while they kiss
(and what a Kiss,
a kiss to send atoms spiralling,
luminousStars above) the world ends
and ends around their feet (her reds
on his browns, the better to reach)
the collision of planets (like lips,
hers red his brown) StarLights
the night sky white
until nothing never moves no-more
SadSad they kiss
the great (di...
Wednesday 17th January 2018 9:04 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:me and Annie (or is it Annie and i) (or poem which succeeded a period of time in which i only read e.e. cummings) | jocasta awakens from a dream |
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