He is my Salvation,
When I say I am strong,
He sees my body is weak,
Again he trys to rescue me,
His unconditional regard
His love sees me through the nights,
Long ago I met him,
In younger troubled times
He is my Knight in shining armour,
Even though he is torn,
Even though he is a father and now
In romance again
Straight through and through,
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:12 am
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Angel wings | The Secret - prose | Quote | Angel 3 | Quietness. | Boats in the night. | New horizons | Serendipity | Angel 2 | Thank you | Little do you know | Rain drops, | Pages. | Love Set you going. | If Only | For Fundraisers | Pamela Anderson, |
They tell you to speak up
they tell you to smile
but all I hear is shut up
your big fat ass is vile
they tell me to be me
to be scared no more
but all I hear are urgent plea
and warnings of war
they speak of themselves like angles
if you hear them you swear your head its true
but inside they are devils
dressed to please the new
don’t you dare come...
Thursday 26th April 2018 3:48 am
Also by racha:voices | reversed | unexpected friend | father figure | closure |
we always remember social activists
who have always insisted for all
the equal rights and honorable place
with disregard to cast, creed, and race
even though she has departed for Jaanat* (heaven)
she has left behind the big void screen
we can only pray for her peaceful stay
we, the powerless, human beings have no other say
being vocal opponent
her absence may b...
Thursday 26th April 2018 3:06 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:The world is open | Nice people struggle | The destiny and after | Poetry for peace | The feather in a cap | good to learn | Thank you, Prime minister | When darkness descends | Don't rob her | Attack on the judiciary | Let us utter | Beyond the boundaries | No shame on all | Love, no poetry | It is no good | The friendversary | The need for an hour | No need to fear | Sunshine | I shall not be cowed | Going to be | No possibility | We may call | What an amusement ! | Women's role | You will know | Yes, lot more | Right or wrong | Yes, we were | No one can say | What is poetry for | The life story | Let us not shed | How to remain | One must pick | Vast difference in | Love overcomes | I love her smile | No stoppage | Shame on our origin | Unfit to be human | What for am I? | Be silent | I will tell you about | I may not | An artist | Mothers come out | Mind is ..... | You kill | What to see ! | Total reflection | Their funeral | Life is not a problem | International anthology for peace | I may say | If i was a poet | O death! beware | O death! beware | No escape | The sun...A reality | Not only big | Within me here | No misunderstanding | As a golden day | Doesn't matter | Love and beleive | Decency code | I share it honestly | No, I never knew | ifs and buts there | I hear from | Not forgotten at all | Whether true or not | One must say | The poet everywhere | An ordinary woman | Don't prove me wrong | Lies help nowhere | You are right here | Life! teach me | Only link | Not reached | Tears call | Wrong notion | Only lady star | Strange accusations | Return to mother | Thank God | The soul travels | Watch keenly | We die | Oh! our future | Wildfire | With appreciative words | For humanity | Compare souls | With the hope | I feel at home with | Little hut | Fair enough | Simple in behavior | Create an anarchy | Who is to be blamed? | Ring the bell |
good you understand
not many do
some are judgemental
yes its possible
to have too much
of a good thing
living on a mountain than hikes
we are all old souls
some just dont realize
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:56 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Biplanes Attack! | On Camera | Death Cash | Uncle Sam | Fake Believe | Lady Pee | SMASHED MIRRORS | ACRONYM | HEY ALANIS | THIS CITY | Lads | Nailed Indeed | Corrupt | Satire | Headstrong Tornado |
incongruent and awkward
always fit well, one with the other
but each make beggars choosers
in this ridiculous world that hides
inside the disguise of normality--
in this world, the jester is made king
and, though supplicants
only sing his song in mock
he remains fixed and frozen
to the throne waiting
for what might be sung next.
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:29 pm
Also by elPintor:darkroom | INCOMING...onlookers regrouping at the summit | timeline | frostbite (maybe come next spring) | bodies in motion, bodies at rest (repression and repose) | undivided |
The End Times
A black whirlpool lies before me
as the world´s evil is sucked out of sight
The ground shakes and buildings collapse
asteroids and comets race by
with fiery tails ablaze in a cataclysmic sky
Lightning flashes with pronged forks
to the accompaniment of rumbling thunder
Screams, shouts, explosions in a cacaphony
of hysterical sound
The room tilts as ...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 9:55 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Grey Blanket | War Games | A Woman of Substance | The Rock of Friendship | This and that |
( Churchill Hospital Oxford, 25 April, 2018)
Blank, sallow faces
wear the ashen scars
of badly delivered news.
Supermarket delicatessen tickets
are selected for the blood test queue,
a jocular nurse announces
each lucky draw winner in turn.
Forgetful out-patients start!
jump up too quickly, wobble
then whisper oops!
as they are carefully gathered...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 9:39 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:The cost of living |
flight paths criss-cross on the fringe of realms
the robin lands on a confusion of chicken wire
looks about before darting in to feed his partner
sparrows and blue tits fly straight into their nests
away up the slope a thrush like an arrow nearing
pauses for one moment on the rusted fencing
then dives into the tangle of hedge and briars
in the bottom field a squadron of carrion crows
Wednesday 25th April 2018 7:54 pm
Also by Colin Hill:"Daddy Was an Old Time PREACHER Man" | wild thing | another poem | a poem | escape routes | nothing else matters | Dead Dove Sketch | She showed me Seven | Red Snow in the Morning | Montana, 1879 | 21 Short Poems for a Rainy Bank Holiday Monday |
Resting on yard bench,
passing Bumble Bee pauses, hovers
face to face
We share the moment.
Wednesday 25th April 2018 7:27 pm
Mo Salah this season
Beyond hope or reason
Is scoring for fun
And still isn’t done
Wednesday 25th April 2018 4:37 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Weather | The Bus Is Out Of Control | That Moment | Falling Star | Less | Footsteps | Ghost | Lascivious | The Builder | Inconsequential Man | Car Of His Dreams | Spring | Conversations | The Flowers | Marbles | Old Lady | Old Man | NaPoWriMo | ‘Cross The Styx | Shady | Happiness Is… | Misery Guts | Comb-over King | I Will Not Be There |
I’ve been stabbed by dead moments too often to hear the depths of my own voice driving to keep purpose loud and clear.
What would it mean to hear all?
How often is it true what one wills for them self?
How seldom is truth far below the surface.
What’s a will like this doing in a wasteland of misfits?
No one is where they want to be.
Not a single one is satisfied.
Be who you ...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 3:47 pm
ALONE with my mind,
sleep is for the WEAK,
but I’m weak WITHOUT my sleep,
the demons HAUNT me,
I fear I have LOST my control,
the EVILS have tainted my soul,
is there an END to this,
only the end will fabricate a new
Wednesday 25th April 2018 3:27 pm
Also by Emaz Malik:Love & Cigs | Clipped Wings | Haiku - Quest | Touch | Bitter-Sweet | Three | Change | Jaded |
The taste of you leaving for good
Is a taste that I can't stomach
No wonder I've been vomiting
I haven't felt like myself since you
I heard the old tree on the hill
They cut down and made it into a cross
They're going to put me on it for the sins that I've done
Just a young thief looking for a ring
Love is always there
But I'll die for love
Because without you there's no hope
Wednesday 25th April 2018 3:11 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:All Alone | Absolute | Just Another Night (lyrics it's not a poem.) | Khantilian | Promise (lyrics for a song I'm working on.) | I've Already Made This Poem | Homegrown Pain | Words of The Waiting Man 9 | Cannaibal | Aza'timohgo The Feeder | Ye | Wendigo (This is a story.) | Enchanted Desolate | Drwoning Self Worth | Another Sad Song (Lyrics.) | Pros of a Broken Heart | Vow 2 | Bravo lime Oscar Oscar delta | Mama | Autumn Wind | The Raven | The House I burn Down (Death Part 3) | The House Sister Hates(Death Part 2) | The House That Father Built (Death Part 1) | Ashes, Ashes | Beautiful Storm | Deep Red | MLA | By Hellogoodbye - Here (In Your Arms) | H,O,P,E | Rambling of A Madman | Dope Died For | What's Real Anymore? | I Can't Breath. | My Twisted Side | Devil In a Suit | The Ghost | In Her Honor | Ghost | Pine Sap | My Family Misses You (Lyrics) | The Friction In your Mood | Nothing Like You | Because of Her | Monster | The Walk | The Devil Son (lyrics) | Unconditional | I'm Drunk And Will Always Love Her |
The greatest smile I have ever seen,
the most gorgeous voice I'll ever hear,
with stunning eyes that turn me to stone,
I feel like a child when I'm around you.
The little time that we spend together,
I wish it would last forever.
Talk about nonsense,
yet laugh at everything.
We create memories,
with only our fingertips,
never mind the spoken words that cannot be heard,
we make promises ...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 2:06 pm
Also by LeGou:I can see your face in dry paint |
I've got green stained knees
they remind me of you.
its the color of what once was your room
that you always said you hated,
yet you never bothered to paint it.
where we stayed up till 4 am
dreaming of our future flat.
visions of blue walls
and pictures of waterfalls
because you were in to that sort of thing.
Now I'm laying in the summer grass
as God’s tears come trickling down,
Wednesday 25th April 2018 1:42 pm
Also by Karin Seaver:plastic protection | Nerves |
Wednesday 25th April 2018 1:10 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Southwark | Take these eyes | Gods most beautiful creation | When the truth breaks free | Aspirations limitations | SAD (Seasonal affective disorder) | A message | What dead grunts might think | Night flight | Meeting Ali Baba | Meeting Ali Baba | The transparency of species | Too horrific to title |
That first time I sensed you at the old Tocumwal railway bridge,
I peered out the window like a child
at the window of a lolly shop,
It was night,
I could barely see your glittering reflections
In the darkness, your breeze surrounded
My face with a scent of fresh cool water
And a hint of parched eucalypt
When I returned you welcomed me
like a fostering mother,
Wednesday 25th April 2018 12:39 pm
We tried to save you with small ads.
Free to good home, must collect
but nobody called.
We tried schools and churches,
but none were prepared to accommodate you.
No room for the past,
no use for tradition,
and each back turned
was another key condemned.
Once we dragged you a hundred miles north,
and later a hundred back,
my faithful ...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 12:28 pm
Also by Joe Williams:Street Food |
With heavy heart
In the name of freedom
The earth you walk on
For the enemy
As do your love for your children
You will cry
Yet you do this
For a high course
I`m with you
All the way
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:23 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :appointment | a river | ducks | madness | failure | stay at your lest | alone in the night | this crazy world | at the cardiologist | a security guard | the voice | Alfred in the wilderness | the fucking spring | at the end of rural idyll | poets and intellectuals | Alfred Like dogs | a few words | ALfred has arthrites | Martin Luther King | sailing |
They're making trees out of paper!
Oh, it's all in a good cause.
One leaf says "I wish I was better."
So many others are much worse.
What leapt out at me in the cold
corridor, where anyone might pass
was a crinkled leaf I had stooped to pick
from the tiles, which read
"Am I going home with you?"
Well, no one paints just to cover the canvas
as we speak politely...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:20 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:How Long Is Love Enchanted | Magnifying Glass | Oumuamua | Verses one, two, three | Equal |
Sam was in the kitchen mopping up the floor.
Suddenly he stopped ,there was a knock on the door.
He opened the door thought it was his daughter Gail
But there was no-one there except a sweet little snail.
"What do you want I was expecting my daughter?"
"Please sir may I have a glass of water?"
"Certainly not !"Sam picked up the snail and pelted him away.
But the snail knocked...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:19 am
Also by hugh:Fred's Dilemna | The Unlucky Vicar | Alcoholic Frolic | Raise them and praise them |
Come here, let me love you.
Allow me, to adore you.
Grace me with your wish,
I will fulfil your will.
Open your door,
so tightly closed.
With a thousand locks,
If you will trust me,
I promise you,
that I’ll be there for you.
Through thick and thin.
My love for you will grow.
Rise above, to shield us...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 10:24 am
Also by Anya:The Wasteland Hotel | Confession | Your Song | Never | Square One | Black | Scissors | Welcome home... | Vodka | Fairytale Prophecy (Volume 2) | Lost in Space | A Humble Pie | The Balance | One | The Light | Together | Ode to Inspiration | Where are you? | Mary | A piece of cake | The Golden Time | Nothing is promised | I am done! | Foolish? |
I met her once
Under a white moon,
On the lake
With a gentle breeze.
I stared at her
Not knowing what she’s thinking.
We reach out for each other
Under the beautiful sky.
We talk, laugh and sing.
I’ve never been so happy.
I look in her eyes,
I see hope,
I see truth,
I see all I’ve ever wanted to see.
That mystical glow,
The moon reflecting off...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 10:04 am
Also by P C Kenet:Playing the Game called Life |
A River, Kent
Between the vales of Lune and Kent
with gentle climbs and sweet descents,
Our gifted time was heaven-sent
and not a day too soon.
All life an undiscovered beach,
forbidden fruit, once out of reach,
Unkent - then kent, new truths to teach
about the hidden moon.
Wednesday 25th April 2018 9:05 am
Also by Chris Bainbridge:Pride | Rebellion | Caravan Planet | It Can't Be Bedtime Yet | Hidden Chains | Castaways |
You scare me
You manipulate me
You used me for your gain
You thought you owned me
You weren’t in love with me
You were in love with the idea of me
You sucked away my happiness
I tried to leave
You followed me everywhere I went
You degrade me when you have a tantrum
You called me your wife and treated me like a possession
I don’t owe you anything
You changed ...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 5:10 am
Also by iesha washington:L.O.N.E.L.Y |
Were I to write especially for you
Admitting emotions, far before they're due
Were I to feel a longing for your touch
Confessing my sin of wanting it too much
A noteworthy charm your messages convey
I can tell that you are smiling as you write to me that way
A playful endeavour as we natter back and forth
Both parts teasing as we equally want more
Were I to m...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 1:38 am
He slicks back his hair
And knots his cravat
This king of the dance floor
The world’s dapperest cat.
He can tap out concertos
With only his feet
And his Tango has been classified
As “officially sweet”.
His hot chocolate eyes
Say come dance with me
I’ll show you paradise
And if you’re very hungry
I’ll buy us strawberry ice!
He has tutored...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 12:44 am
Also by eve nortley:Grimbly Jones | The bravest cat of all! | Free range Easter | Cats Paw Mc Graw |
Fair objects - all trees
leaves combining frost and fire
bird homes hidden ‘neath
Fiercer than pinecones
no breadcrumbs to follow there
a walk in the woods
A loss of epic
in the space where stars are killed
a little less light
I am glad you failed
I take pleasure in your fall
no guilt - just light heart
Tuesday 24th April 2018 11:26 pm
Also by Douglas MacGowan:Dancing and Shadows |
A chair is a chair is a chair
but the one upon which I now am sat
gives me the support I need
and its history is its own,
shaped by restless hands and minds
who know their sockets
their integral parts and how they fit
before the body becomes part of it.
I know their hearts and souls,
have trodden where no average man
has sat before, that is to say
I will not ...
Tuesday 24th April 2018 10:12 pm
Also by ray pool:IN THE GARDEN - AGAIN | THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ROGER MOORE | VIP TREATMENT | PENSIONER POET | THE WRISTBAND | ROSE KWARTZ | LATE DEPARTURE |
I have a neat little wristband I wear at all times.
It has a slow throbbing pulse
Which quickens to a series of beeps when he wants me.
He has a wristband just the same
And we conduct our love affair this way
Though we have never met
And never will.
We were matched up through millions of couples
And with the aid of new technology
And with advanced telepathy we began...
Tuesday 24th April 2018 10:06 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Tree |
My dreams they have died
Buried deep within myself
Hope to renew them
Tuesday 24th April 2018 6:08 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Open Your Eyes | My Name is Sarai |
Passion comes from deep within . It's something your born with . It's where you begin . Forever striving never give in . Hoping some day for that special win . Never put off it's in your soul . To try Forever to fulfill your goals . If you fight the good fight to reach your ambition . Rewards are likely . Rewards are given . So if the passion is there . You have lots to strive for . Never give in ...
Tuesday 24th April 2018 5:43 pm
All the bad things and the bad people, I am not thankful for, but admire the strength they made me make in myself, when they took it away.
Tuesday 24th April 2018 4:43 pm
Also by Taricia Whitehurst:Poverty |
(for my friend who is terminally ill..)
Tuesday 24th April 2018 4:28 pm
Also by david patrick simon:The cake walk poems 16 | The cake walk poems 15 | The cake walk poems 14 | The cake walk poems 13 | The cake walk poems 12 | The cake walk poems 11 | The cake walk poems 10 | The cake walk poems 9 | The cake walk poems 8 | The cake walk poems 7 | The cake walk poems 6 | The cake walk poems 5 | The cake walk poems 4 | The cake walk poems 3 | The cake walk poems 2 | The cake walk poems 1 | The kissing poems 39 | The kissing poems 38 | The kissing poems 37 | The kissing poems 36 | The kissing poems 34 | The kissing poems 33 | The kissing poems 32 | The kissing poems 31 | The kissing poems 31 |
Tuesday 24th April 2018 4:01 pm
Sharp blade cuts I panic
Trying to get past them
The problem solving never wrong
I told you so people.
Tuesday 24th April 2018 3:44 pm
Tuesday 24th April 2018 1:49 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Pub Quiz Theory | Let The Night Fall | The Collector & The Collected | Back To The Park |
Ballads, odes, hymns, lists,
advice, nostalgic memories,
myths explored, journeys, paths,
unfinished drafts and anecdotes;
rewrote Red and other tales,
haibun about horse racing,
comedy, and tragedy, quoting positivity,
but today I cannot do
what NaPoWriMo asked me to.
I have wrung out symphonies
from bitter fruit inside of me,...
Tuesday 24th April 2018 11:57 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Quoting Positivity | Ballad of Narcissus | Disobedience | Sunday Morning Overthinking | Floral Evensong | A Little Smash of Plaster | Offside | Charity Begins At Home | Springtime at Aintree | State of the Utopian Union Address | Subjects of Denial | Superseding Planets | Kontemplations | Not Doris Day's Armpits | Hotdesk Almanac | Origin | Advice For Free |
what is a dream; what is reality?
what is death; what’s on the other side?
it’s perhaps our vulnerability
our most distressing convictions
our most dreadful nightmares…
what if you die tonight?
how do we differentiate between
what is considered to be reality
and what is deemed to be a dream?
in what we assume to be the reality
is the actuality effectively a ...
Tuesday 24th April 2018 11:52 am
Abraham told us to come again
next year when the sky would
pother with ash from the fires
because right now we could not
see the stars just the faceless
children playing basketball on
the streets and you know they
never miss a shot so we spent
the year in our tiny homes with
aggressive mould coating the
walls and the things we gave
names to like Table and Lamp...
Tuesday 24th April 2018 11:37 am
Also by Stuart Buck:it is a sphere |
When I was young I loved you with a passion
A few years later I still loved you
though now not as much
In my thirties I could take you or leave you
You were fast losing your touch
As time passed I started to dislike you more
Eventually this turned to hate
and now I despise you
But please don't take it personally
I hate bloody vegemite too
Tuesday 24th April 2018 7:44 am
Also by Brian Maryon:New Client Presentation | An Early Sunday Morning Gift | Ronnie Peaked Too Soon | Mid-life Crisis Beard | Jump | Tennis | The Tedious Poems 1 | Scraping the Barrel | Touching No-one and No-one Touches Him | I F-worded Her Sister | We Are a Grandad | Health & Financial Advice for M. Jones | The Bloke Next Door | A Foolish Man? |
The White Gate
The path is Agapanthus strewn
Freedom for Women colours;
green and purple heads bob
in the Freo Doctor, interrupted
by blossoms which match the gate.
Hung upon squat solid upright stone,
it swings inwards, inviting entry
to this secret garden, lusted with
love, Christmas feasts, familial
fecundity, rapturously shared.
Tuesday 24th April 2018 2:32 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:You stare at me... | Epitaph for Gregory O’Donoghue | I Used To Enjoy Knitting... | Haiku at Burns Beach Cafe |
Monday 23rd April 2018 11:34 pm
Also by Seven Charles:Wild is the wind |
The old man left everything to her
A full share of emotions felt
Their love had flourished over the years
Blossoming and blooming
Faithful and giving through time
They had met when only a youthful seventeen
Love had flown down and settled on their hearts
Never more to ruffle a feather in flight
But to remain nestled there
Safe in the knowledge that it was safe, sec...
Monday 23rd April 2018 10:34 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Pleasure | Good night, my love | Renewal | Invading my personality | Dining on knowledge | Past, Present and Future | Standing on the doorstep | It's just not cricket | Going through the emotions | Can't sleep | Grey day | Terrible words | Rose in a vase |
Let me say from the off that I hadn’t paid for a haircut in thirty years. Our Gert had always cut mine with a Remington set to No 3 all over. The downside has been that I missed some young bint pushing her baps in my ears while asking me about my holidays. There’s not quite the same frisson with the wife. But the upside has been that it’s free, albeit a little vigorous and my head resembled a ...
Monday 23rd April 2018 9:57 pm
Also by John Coopey:YOUNG HOOLIGANS | VLAD ALL OVER | HUGGING CANDLES | THE BOY DOES NOTHING | THE WATER METER |
I've been trying to fill a void, shamelessly I have to admit
by subsituting our late nights in with even later nights out
Friends once lost or forgotten reappear into the abyss that long ago were hours I would have dedicated to someone else
Like water filling a gap in the ocean floor, it is difficult not to let them pour in
But these are the friends I need
Night time drives with ...
Monday 23rd April 2018 9:11 pm
All I know
All I ever will know
In a flawless life
We got seperated
Far away from each other
Where we thought
We would be better
I let him go
Out of my reach
Where it would
Be next to
To get him back
Into my life
Monday 23rd April 2018 7:31 pm
This night oh this dark and lovely night where the moon dances with my eyes and till the sun rises again
I have not felt a pain so uneasy as this in years it brings me to the edge of my seat
My heart wont miss a beat
The heavier my eyes grow the more the night glows
And I must refuse to sleep
Body exhausted and my mind a bottomless pit of potential
Thinking of things of old and n...
Monday 23rd April 2018 6:22 pm
For Marsden Cuckoo Day April 21st 2018, Pupils of Marsden Junior School and Lily Lane Primary School, Moston, Manchester, wrote their own poems which they performed at the festival, and which appeared on posters in Marsden shop and café windows.
The theme was Our Words Have No Limits
Our words have no limits,
I can do what I want,
Nothing can stop me,
I will always be free,...
Monday 23rd April 2018 5:40 pm
Monday 23rd April 2018 3:31 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Within the wind |
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