The sun is rising east, time to get out of bed
Stretch your fatigued muscles and open up your eyes
To see the world's beauty, the Mother Nature prize
Painting of masterpiece for the morning ahead
Rushing out of the house to an evil commute
Arriving to deadlines that was due yesterday
But still smiling away at noon's outside pathway
Breathing in the fresh air, while whistling like a flute
Tuesday 28th March 2017 8:32 pm
Also by Louis Audet:The bad part of town | Sunset | Unwanted Deaths | Work imitating art | La noirceur de l’âme | L'amour est ... | Pouvoir d'état | Mouvement | Paint night | Fairness | My last one | Happy | Being Right | For her fantasy | Sad senator | My bad day | Mr Fantismo on the river | Her fun | We all do it | The night is young | Final thoughts | Love life | Pour les deux maîtres en mer | Sainte beauté | Sculpture d’enfance | The end | The homeless man | Mr Fantismo on tight rope |
The first time
you put your hands on me,
you said it was out of love.
the second time
you said it was because
i upset you.
the last time
you tried to touch me
i walked away
and i have never looked back
because you do not
Tuesday 28th March 2017 6:59 pm
Also by Maria Renea:Asking for it | Ten Years | I will continue to suffer | infertile | Appreciation | III. | Blame | Mujer de Elección | II. | I'm better now | difference | Object | Changes | Tattoo |
beneath a chiding veneer--beneath the toothy and fleshy laughter, there lies some terrible truth and absurdity as tired and twisted as the utterance of the oldest names of the oldest gods, and older still than our kind: a death as old as life.
lo, beneath that, the comedian quivers and shakes under the weight of sweat-soaked sheets -- the company of painkillers of every color -- he knows the sh...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 4:30 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:hfo (03/10/2017) |
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Tin pan alley teeth
lost in a cave-like mouth
in a sleeve of slime,
your face like physical graffiti
is merely a mask.
Your lolloping tongue
rests on a step of blue lips,
that if crossed uninvited
whips inwards like magnetic gravity.
Your eyes are blinds drawn down
painted black on the inside,
whatever enters your arc of sight
is dead before its ...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 3:03 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Umbilical Wi-Fi Life | Rhythm (The Schumann resonance) | Shanghai'd | A quiet rage | We burn | World Poetry Day | On Reigate Hill | The gavel and the gun | Alphabet soup laureate | In a forest clearing | Poundland | Andante Mosso Symphony No 5 | Last orders | Neigh | Scum | Free falling II | Brisance | Riddle | I'd like to thank | Strata |
A Damsel Asks a Boy, what's your wish,
The Naughty Boy replies!!
My hands in your T-Shirt, trying to feel your spine,
Give me some time to prove myself and trust you will be mine
Lips to be locked together, until the breath of sy,
Feel my skin to the extent, that you wanna cry
Your nerves are running strong enough, your heart beats are making noise,
Now i know y...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 2:58 pm
Also by Ankit Gulati:A Christmas Night |
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In the last year we've had Trump & Brexit and me, a diagnosis of bladder cancer.
In this book I deal with it all - head on. Simultaneously the most personal and the most angry and political collection I've put together, and that says a lot after 3500 gigs in 24 countries, nine books of poems and over 40 CDs/LPs.
It's published on April 6th.
Fellow WOL readers may be interested to hear wha...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 2:36 pm
Windows of the Soul
Peer into these moons of face
Look deep and searchingly
For here you will find more
In the depths of this human store
Stay still and hold your gaze
Fix it firmly on these two caverns
Through which will be revealed
Dark secrets seldom seen
A sudden glance shows disdain
A feverish look betrays lust
A glower of anger flashes out
Tuesday 28th March 2017 1:20 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Inspiration | The Sea Gull | Afternoon Tea | Thank you | The Darkness of the Night | The Currency of Truth | A Profound Labyrinth | Shot | They only went to pray....... | A Chasm too Great | Deceit | The Bibulous Few | The Sunflower | Nimrod | Afraid? | Drowning | Solitude | Spiritual Warfare | Institutions | Free Speech | The Sepulchre | Hell´s Quagmire | HAAS - 2016 SYRIA |
Fragment of dreams
When I awoke it was still raining
the roof still leaking
a sense of emptiness.
Not dreaming much
horses galloping across the Pampas
Too close to a dusty town
Broken to nil
sad eyes look to the Pampas
sailors by the shore
seeing the ...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 9:18 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :fame spell | what if... | rustic morning | how I became a sae-cook | career path | the assistant | ennui | the bug | China and USA | a cardiologist and a bee | animation senryus | a friend of a mouse | ploughing | alternative use | 3 tanka | maniac | war and peace | phobia | oskar time | end of Christianity | an actors life | half of a mirror | platypus | I, a love story in d minor | the pig | humour? | brygge |
“Look at it closely” said the old man as he dragged on his roller,
smoke rings rising like halos in the evening sky
“the human awareness that we experience
is actually vibrations from the angelic orbits.
This is where our creativity is born, releasing our souls to soar.
It is here that our potential to bond with each other
I moved closer to him on the b...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 7:08 am
Also by Chakraj:Trump Cards | Born Again | Play it again Andy | Fake You | Ssssh, there's someone speaking | To that tantalizing lady in red | The Infinite Kingdom | Building bridges, healing hearts |
I sit and wait
For life's start
There's an art
I'm hasty, eager
Rather than later
Now over forever.
But I know to wait
And I'll wait & wait
Until I'm not great
Dead on a plate
I'll still wait
I trust Fate
So I wait.
Tuesday 28th March 2017 1:36 am
Also by Aishah:Strange ground | Distant | A knock on the door | Insecure | What are we? | Sad song |
I the undersigned accept
my authority being undermined,
all decisions I shall forfeit
my personality will be deemed to fit.
If I take steps to avoid this fate
I will engender a tete a tete
and thus upset this holy estate
so I simply accept the inevitable
and end up a simple vegetable.
Monday 27th March 2017 11:30 pm
Also by ray pool:IRON MAIDEN | DAI WOODHAM'S SCRAPYARD | THE LANES OF LONDON | RHYMING ROCK | THE TIMES | DENIAL | FATE | ANSEL ADAMS, PHOTOGRAPHER | CHELSEA CREEK 1970 | SMOKING REQUISITES | TV SOAPS | A TRIP TO LOOE | CHURCH RIDDLE | ON THE OTHER SIDE OF READING |
from the sky.
as I sat
Monday 27th March 2017 9:22 pm
Also by david patrick simon:In search of missing persons/ the nowhere poems | Old / the nowhere poems | Tide's out / the nowhere poems | sometimes she hides in dark places / the nowhere poems | The cinderella principle/the nowhere poems | what was lost / the nowhere poems | Empty spaces / the nowhere poems | edge of reasons / the nowhere poems | door wide open / the nowhere poems | The canopy people / the nowhere poems | our darkness / the nowhere poems | The morning bus / the nowhere poems | The jackal's baptism / the nowhere poems | the greatest show on earth/the nowhere poems | where bad lovers go to die / the nowhere poems | For what it's worth / the nowhere poems | Jacks not coming back / the nowhere poems |
Well of course he came
to grief what do you expect
stealing a squire’s daughter
like he did albeit they were
wed but without father’s say
so you didn’t do that then
Gad zooks no wonder he ended
up in everyone’s bad books the
toffs close ranks you know they
said he was untrustworthy never
mind they were in love far too big
for his medieval boo...
Monday 27th March 2017 8:48 pm
Also by Philipos:MOLES | SPAGNUM |
A menagerie of vulgar words
just for you - twat face!
My name is Nat ("Nice Nat" they say) -
till you shat all over my mood;
left me subdued with your
Oh, how you frollocked
Monday 27th March 2017 7:47 pm
Also by Natfastic:Shiny Red Shoes | Thoughts | The Dark Night of My Soul | Crap Poem | Asking For Help | Tailback | The Psychic's Bible | Coagulate |
you are eating the glass the glass the glass
from the window from the smashed window
that you smashed because you love me
and i am pulling thin slivers of wood
from under my fingernails but we dont talk
ever never dont talk about how they got
under my fingernails i was dragged
dragged was dragged along the floor by
my age old trainers and i gripped and slipped
and my fingernails found th...
Monday 27th March 2017 6:10 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:i am a cloud and when i cry it rains | dear richard, | on symbiosis and a concerning dream | odaxelagnia (how i learnt to love being bitten) | possessed | like skin upon my bones | the only answer we will ever need |
Title:-"....LO IZHAAR KAR DIYA MAINE"
Kitni Mehnat se Aaj Puraani Yaadon ko Darkinaar Kar diya Maine,
Utha ke Khanjar Apney hi Kalejey pe Vaar Kar diya Maine.
Kab se Aas Lagaye Baitha tha Is Ghadi ke Intezaar me koi,
Dekhkar Shiddat Uski Lo Aaj khatm wo Intezaar Kar diya Maine,
Nahi Guzaari Ja sakti poori Zaindagi Yaadon ke Sahaare kisi Ke,
Lo Aaj Iske Liye bhi Khud Ko Tayyaar Kar diya Maine.
Chhaai hui ...
Monday 27th March 2017 5:57 pm
Also by AATIF:"FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH" | POETRY PASSION |
I will not
answer your question today
as you appear so cocksure
about everything else in your life
and quickly tell me
not to preach long platitudes
that have no relevance
to you and your generation,
So I merely sit here
hearing your confident words
come from my mouth
albeit an age ago, and
how you will feel
when the question,...
Monday 27th March 2017 5:21 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Squeal and Howl | Wight | On taking the piss! | Mall de Mer | Center Parc |
An unwelcome intruder
you were, that Wednesday night
you landed on the vinyl
while I tended to the bags
under my eyes before bed.
This, of all places? But why?
Did you want a change of scene,
somewhere to make a fresh start?
Or did you just end up here
and have no idea why?
If your answer's the latter,
don't worry - you're not alone.
Poor thing - you were s...
Monday 27th March 2017 2:31 pm
Also by Neil Robertson:Scratch | 10 to 12 | Fair | Pigeon | Desert | Interval | The Stream | Cigarettes and rum |
Don't you love the falling
the falling into place
of things not expected or
A little bit of faith
that dirty word faith
is all that's needed to
trust in the landing.
When feet meet the
dirt the soft earth
bend your knees and feel the
folding, folding in of toes to mud
It's so much easier to do than
you might think
letting go of fear
Monday 27th March 2017 2:06 pm
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Studio | Paper Route |
The Passing of love
It started in the dead of night
As the box dropped, the noose pulled tight
His eyes as cold as stone
His skin as white as bone
As the night grew colder
The light in his heart grew older
As the candles light came to end
The hearse rounds the final bend
The tears in his eyes made him choke
As the casket lowered, his heart broke
Monday 27th March 2017 1:29 pm
just when you think you know yourself
life can creep up on you, the unwary,
to reveal a new persona that stares back
from the mirror at your disbelief, now
that you're normal, a mere mortal, no
longer edgy, racy or extreme, eyes
lacking twinkle and sparkle now
average has been bestowed on you
your confusion will wonder where
you were when the change occured
Monday 27th March 2017 8:13 am
Also by Paul Waring:Stalker | Enigma Variations | From Out Of Nowhere | Memory Thief | The First Of The Rest | Terminal Zoo | Nan Was My Nigella | Mona Lisa Musing | Insomnia | Inevitabilities | Not Quite 8½ |
I'll pour a cup of tea and attempt to sketch the sky, I'll sit under the stars thinking about you & I, bundled in your sweater even though it's not my size. I'll point my compass up towards heaven and I'll know where you are by the direction it goes in. I know shooting stars cannot fix the world but they might change my heart and I know it needs a lot of work done but it's a fine start. and I...
Monday 27th March 2017 5:28 am
Also by heartbakedpoet:Amsterdam |
What can the boy do when he’s at home?
But only it isn’t his home because every night he feels so alone.
When the boy’s father drowns himself every night in liquor.
When he goes to school and is asked, “What happened?” while his eyes are left low and bruised
He responds with, “daddy did it.”
Years of not being allowed to visit mom on his birthdays
Years of not being able to t...
Monday 27th March 2017 4:22 am
I like this part of my life
I mean, getting closer to my sister
(in a realness way)
and to my dad, too
(which I never could've foreseen)
I mean, I miss my kids
I wish I had the love of a man
(one in particular)
I wish I was smaller
(although, I have started going to the gym)
And, I, well, you get it
all in all
God loves me
I have learne...
Monday 27th March 2017 3:21 am
Also by Dyphrent:Relations | Wondering | DO AND DIE! | Maybe I Don't Love You | MAN |
My courage in the middle of nowhere
she came into my life like a grenade
I reeled back to familiar territory
and stepped on a land-mine
Blown away! We both were and then we weren't...just
a myriad of incandescent stardust undulating like waves
in a sea of oblivion...a sea that conquered the byzantine
walls I erected to safeguard...? (NOTHING, nada, zip, zero)
Monday 27th March 2017 2:04 am
Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:Giant flower | Sexual immorality | Test the test | C | Censorship | Ignite the flame | Reality? | Us three | I vowed to you | Stone not thrown | Unfinished conversations | Broken | Hunger |
I go downstairs
I make you a coffee
I am exhausted
I lay on the bed
I ponder the desires and the designs
Of heart mind and body
And the time for equilibrium to return
Time to recover
And go downstairs again
The medication gives me a headache
And I doze
I sit and watch any old toot on T.V.
Sunday 26th March 2017 10:49 pm
Also by Martin Elder:School dinners |
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(I'm sure Ikea would be prepared to use my poem in their advertising if ever I decided to prostitute my art. A re-post but, honestly, you can't have too much of a good thing)
I just don’t know what to do with my shelf
I just don’t know what to do with my shelf
It’s a bargain I bought from Ikea in town
Now the bugger’s fallen down
I used 2 inch screws
I just don’t know what ...
Sunday 26th March 2017 9:42 pm
Also by John Coopey:KOPI LUWAK (CAT COFFEE) | HAVE I PEAKED TOO SOON? | THE PROMISED LAND | REAL WOMEN | THE DYSON AIRBLADE | NOBODY WANTS YOU WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND OUT | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |
In some other universe, you and I didn’t play
football as kids. We weren’t lucky enough to
have Mr Walker as our teacher. The team
photograph doesn’t exist in this other place,
so people wouldn’t wonder why we looked so
serious, you and I.
Or maybe through some weirdness, we lost
the cup final, so the victory meal at the
chippie would have been cancelled. Or at
Sunday 26th March 2017 7:46 pm
Strike a blow.
Ring the anvil.
Pace. Drive. Beat.
Be dynamis. Perpetual origin.
Chain reaction ignition.
Strike hot iron. Watch hammer-sparks ignite satellite flames,
Orbiting original impetus: You.
Ignite your world with positivity. Watch the wildfire.
Sunday 26th March 2017 8:52 am
Also by Rich:Second Hand Living | Solitude's serenity |
Come hold me in your arms
Kiss all my pain away
Lips to heart into the soul
Let your love leisurely flow
Come lift me in your arms
Swing me two and fro
Like a spring time flower
Our love may blossom
Come hold me tight
Our hearts gradually unite
Hearts melodious music
Contended souls, overflowing delight
Sunday 26th March 2017 4:02 am
Also by Ghazala Lari:Garden Queen | Success | Blissful Ignorance | Ignorance Thou Art A Bliss | The Final sunset | Eternal Bliss | With every fall in life the soul did rise | That's how it is... | I am a child of destiny | life is all happiness | Happiness | How you make me dance | Women Empowerment | Paint my life anew |
Now the lights are coming on
pink and orange, white and blue
from this distance they seem to melt into an aura
a haze hung above this haunted city
A clock tower looms over the rails
passing through this place I've never stopped here
I know nothing about how it moves or swells or stalls
but the lights all blanket it so heavenly
I think to myself, I'd like to return someday
Always, I fi...
Sunday 26th March 2017 2:34 am
it's your drug of choice
it starts with
gold stars for
the seed to please
it just grows and grows
into a wild jungle vine
gold stars turn into
compliments and "likes"
it feels so nice
but it's not
more and more
you have to
win the award
it controls you
and you don't
Sunday 26th March 2017 12:39 am
Also by Little Bit:the playlist | to my sweetest girl | know your soul | one day | this rain, it knows |
Saturday 25th March 2017 6:13 pm
Poem 27 of 230: ADELAIDE
In work and study,
I spent four years -
Good years really -
A flat by the sea -
Then full-time uni. -
A planned C.B.D.
(With parks all round),
And much more to see -
Glenelg; Rundle Mall;
And the markets,
With many a stall -
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 25th March 2017 2:14 pm
When a traditional
Music and dance,
A century-old bilateral
Ties, took place
A biracial and mesmeric
With chocolate Lucy's face,
And radiant face
Leased in the citadel of
My heart a place
Making it palpitate
The intermingling of
This with that race
At times lends human beings
Saturday 25th March 2017 2:13 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Systematically Explicating a Narrative and Descriptive Poem | Bravo practice harmful tradation | Heroines in the dark | Four hundered ninety | Distilling from the past making tomorrow bright |
I saw you dragging on the ground
longing I let you be free.
I hoped you didn’t find out
one day you could spread your wings.
Would you go to the west or east?
With those emerald eyes
you thought the time was a line.
You knew you weren’t mine,
but you finally could realize
the world was not your size.
You became a gorgeous creature.
You broke the crys...
Saturday 25th March 2017 5:32 am
Lakeside, I watch
the Coots bouncing
on top of the water.
They throw their heads
with intention and abandon.
Plunging - immersing themselves.
I want to bounce,
Plunge into you...
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2001
*Coots: small black waterbird related to Moorhens: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coot
(1st Pub. 'Hidden Capacity ~ a poet's jo...
Saturday 25th March 2017 4:33 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Without Wheels | (untitled) | Sketching in Ireland. | Suits and Ties |
Saturday 25th March 2017 3:30 am
Also by David Blake:Populist |
The truth about pain...
The truth about MY PAIN.
The truth is nobody knows about my pain.
The truth about my pain..
The truth is nobody asked me about MY PAIN...
Since the start of my time, here on this plane (planet) all I ever felt is pain.
Truth is behind this smile, this pretty face all you'll see is this here PAIN.
THE TRUTH ABOUT MY PAIN, YOU WANT THE TRUTH ABOUT MY PAIN...
Saturday 25th March 2017 12:34 am
Grandma - Forever in my heart.
I can remember all the way back
to the time of naps.
She used to carry me... and swing me...
and I would feel like the sea.
I pretended to dance on the ceiling
and loved that feeling.
Walks to the market and parks to play.
A glass of Quickmix, Chocolate or Strawberry,
at some point in the day.
Army guys, an organ song...
Friday 24th March 2017 11:57 pm
Also by Mel C:The Ability to Live | Oil |
Scoliosis – Abnormal lateral curvature of the spine – From the Greek Skolios
The angel used to dance high above
from down here
I gleefully watched her run rings
around the Cirrus and Nimbostratus
through long daylight and short moonlight
only touching the soil with her feet to make sure we were still safe and warm
Watching her stumble was an unnerving sight
the snag of a razor thin wi...
Friday 24th March 2017 11:41 pm
Axehorn, cast out from his village, had returned
He stole away Cornweld’s woman to the mountains
Hid his prize away inside a rock and timber bothy
Gorse, heather and bracken had sealed the cleft
On a perilous ledge where men wouldn’t follow
They had passed the summer feasting on wild berries
And on the love that began to flow between them
Furtive and frightened at fi...
Friday 24th March 2017 11:33 pm
Also by Colin Hill:The Helding | The Quiet Man | tailenders | Brawl in Porthcawl | Stacey versus Tommie at the Workingmen's Club | Timescales | no land further south | the undreaming | Alfred William Hill (1866-1920) | Woody and Cub | Awkward | demarcation |
I was idly contemplating the passing of Martin McGuinness when it came to me how much his
existence resembled the famous Dublin drink that his own name so nearly replicates.
In his life's glass was poured the black swirling mixture of the horror of the bombings and
shootings that butchered and brutalised so many lives; of the terror at the knock at the door,
the bundled body into a car...
Friday 24th March 2017 5:24 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:TAKE ME BACK TO ROCKN'ROLL - a re-post for a reason | ONCE UPON A TIME = something from the past! | NEW ISN'T ALWAYS BETTER | THAT OL' TIME RELIGION | SPRING TO ATTENTION! |
Pushing and shoving on the dance floor
We must have looked a right sight
Ducking and diving next to the waves
Of distorted guitars and tribal like drums;
Our Hair blowing wild in the over ripe summer air
As we laughed at the singer
Stumbling at his words for a few seconds
Before carrying on, pushing each other
Up and down the dance-floor
Your hair was punked up, dye...
Friday 24th March 2017 1:26 pm
Also by Andy N:Duty |
It's just another typical night out with the lads
the beers are flowing
and shots are being downed
while shamelessly flirting with a hen party
enjoying a night on the town.
See that fella over there?
Aye that's the one
life and soul of the party
filling the air with banter and bravado
a proper mans man
tough as old boots he is.
Captain of his local rugby team
he's got hands like shove...
Friday 24th March 2017 10:42 am
to write in delight
or to spark fright
in the shadows of the night
to dwell in sorrow
to write into tomarrow
to chew what's hard to swallow
to conjure up a time
to depict a state of mind
to reveal, and give to the blind
to sleep but not a wink
to pour another drink
not knowing what to think
knowing there was a cost
Friday 24th March 2017 6:23 am
Also by old shoes:The Past, Present, and Future | The Inevitable Fall |
Friday 24th March 2017 12:34 am
Also by Miss:I need a parachute. | The power of assumptions. | Unimportant | Dylan |
His sterility laced with feigned humanity
Touched my face through the phone
My attempt to warm him thwarted
I know pointlessness when I hear it
Flakes of fake barrenness sent back to him
It’s a language he understands
And I was dealing with cold matters anyway
I remembered to love the little ones this time
I had forgotten yesterday
Life will always be there to remind me
No need to c...
Friday 24th March 2017 12:00 am
Thursday 23rd March 2017 10:36 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:Wayward | Fade to Burn | Times Five | Heart Apart | Repent | Three | I After Me After I | Drift |
What is your passion in life
what's the last thing you
think about at night?
What motivates your soul
what dwells inside your mind
do you have any goals?
Oh I get it, you're only here for the show
but when the those lights turn off,
where will you go?
What will you show for yourself
what do you think makes you a man?
Is it doing this or doing...
Thursday 23rd March 2017 7:41 pm
Also by Ivo Cossa:(untitled) |
|last 30 days||last year|
Shay Bee on Damsel & The Naughty Boy (3 hours ago)
Shay Bee on Damsel & The Naughty Boy (3 hours ago)