Before the night ends and the day Is done
The water recedes in the background
There are words unsaid and emotions unshared
I wish these could be conveyed when it was time
The sun has risen, the darkness retreats
Few scribbles on the papers to read and wipe
Within this heart of mine, a little too big yet it's small
There're feelings trapped waiting to be expressed
Sunday 22nd May 2022 1:36 pm
Also by Moonlight:Sa.yo.na.ra | Victorious | Victim ain't a convict | Waiting | What's meant to be will chase you till you receive | Glad tidings | Blessed!! |
The lads have escaped league 1 at last! 😁 A little poem I did pre game.
Can you hear them?
The shipbuilder's hammer
The picks upon the seams
Drifting up from glories past
Still harbouring foretold dreams
The whispering of legends
Still bleeding red n white
The time is here, the time is now
Time to put things right!
The Roker Roar still lingers...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:32 am
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Winter Song (10 line challenge) | Her Words | All Fall Down... | Amistad | I Wonder If... | Idle | My Lonely Love |
The present flows rapidly behind me, as hard as I try
To hold a precious moment in my tremulous hand.
It slips. It’s gone; I watch that golden instant slide away
In the rear-view mirror of my chequered history,
Adding to all the endless acres of slurry and mud.
Our past; the opaque, unfathomable morass
Of what once happened, and can never happen again.
All the happiness, ...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:00 am
Also by John Botterill:Stuck in the Mud | Woodland Sanctuary | The Scan | #freedom |
To each their way
To each their life
Nothing good, nor bad
Just a cold calmness
What you feel, you're right
Do what's best for you
Choose that which is good for you
Don't try people who ditched you
You know that you are the best
You deserve the best, go ahead,
You've already moved on,
changed your address
There's no point looking backwards...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 10:53 am
Also by N.B:*remember | *wandering | *obsolete |
I build my empire on rancour
My thoughts became so muddy
This backwater, this quagmire
I'm not xenophobic, it's just not foreign what I admire
You're my friend but I don't call you
Don't bother, I changed my number in advance
You see I would come to you at your worst
Sacrifice my health and wellbeing
To make you feel a little bit better
You're a backtalking, backstabbing...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 10:41 am
Also by Kevin Tan:Mother of Mummies | Personal Confessions (1) | From A to Privet | Like an Echidna | The Sparrow | Time for digestion | I'M LETTING SORROW GO | You bring me joy, my lover | Little Rose | Internet communities for free | My non-addictions (1) | The future |
You are not special,
Not painfully gifted,
You hang the leopard,
Of outstretched hand,
And spot on your breath,
The manner in which it henceforth whrithes in decay,
The smell of the foul blood in vacant memories,
Vinear and salvation,
Hospital and surgeons,
We which left behind,
Have a look in the mirror,
A memory fleeting,
Like a child in the air,
Sunday 22nd May 2022 10:07 am
Also by Alita Moore:Shivers |
Nothing touches me,
that connection I ache for
never more than fleeting
Always something there – stopping it.
Dark, insecure, stubborn.
Oh, so infinitely stubborn.
And I’m stuck here
Sunday 22nd May 2022 4:37 am
Mud puddles of refreshment
for even the fragile,
who are not too proud to drink
from a supply less inviting.
Fluid grace of movement
that pauses to quench its thirst
knowing that it must
to survive the summer heat.
The dry season is not faraway,
something the fragile know...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 1:08 am
Also by Carol Congalton:Do or Die... | A Pony Tale... | The War Machine |
shadowy sheets cover,
dark, shining lips purse;
pointy ears prick skyward
as corn stalks pondered
chanting scarecrows curse
in a sea of dreams left over
Sunday 22nd May 2022 12:03 am
Also by Frederick Kesner:Rotterdam | Ballad of Billy McGee | no poetry by numbers | innit your day? | uplift | reed music |
to one malice
time has the often injurious habit
of adding another
the shell of a stolen car
dumped and burned out
still dying in terms of rusting away
you'd have to look very deep
into the sentimental part of your mind
like I do
so you could pity
the loss of what
a loyal family servant
this vehicle c...
Saturday 21st May 2022 11:56 pm
Also by Bethany Sallis:oh for a second chance! | faded sleb' ( i.e. Favershamesque ) | congregational blame cleansings? yeah right! | Fathers gun mouth | considering reincarnation |
Panera Bread is preparing your order,
to be delivered between 4:06 and 4:16pm.
Roderick Velloza is putting salad
on your chicken sandwich
while imagining banging Clarisse Mendoza,
who’s bagging the chips
Your order is on the way,
driven by your currier Tareq
who fears his children are being corrupted
by the new “Strazz” dance
and Taki’s extra ...
Saturday 21st May 2022 11:34 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:birthdays |
Saturday 21st May 2022 8:38 pm
Also by RudyardK:Bloody mess. | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | Good to be Dutch. | (untitled) |
In the garden under the hot May sun.
Playing with Alba, having lots of fun.
We boarded a rocket, flew into Space.
Waving goodbye to the Human Race!
We circled the Stars and Moon twice.
In her little Rocket...made of juicy ice!
Back to Earth, we returned to land.
We came in fast, so I held her hand!
We had a pretend sleep, without a care.
I poured lots of water all over my hair!
Saturday 21st May 2022 8:23 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:8 Years | So Sorry Mum | 'The Party' | A New Dawn | Steps |
the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
― Sylvia Plath,
Her tightly veined hands cup water
I stroke her hair gliding over
Her forehead I bend to kiss her
She repeats my name and I hers
A little gentle verbal tennis
That exhausts her. She leans
Back into the pillow. My sister
Slightly shifts the sheet above
The cellulitis on her leg....
Saturday 21st May 2022 7:58 pm
Also by John E Marks:regret | visit | Horatio Mosley Moule, committed suicide, Cambridge, 1873 | Free speech | Ruin | A WITHERING | Gorffwysfa | The season of the witch | Burst the Bounds | This land is my mother. | Meet me on the Edge | A Sonnet for May | The Furies | (untitled) | Only connect | Putin's nursery rhyme | Blue is green | All gone by | Last things | The glory of the May | A la Recherche du Temps Perdu |
Beautiful are the petals that drop...
on every side see the fight
for flowers that do not wilt.
And the Sun who dies day after day...
hear a sigh fade among reeds
"I tend an eternal flame".
Like the truest friends come through the fog...
adequate feel the weapons
that secure a stone bunker.
To carry sorrow and grief away...
yes, the sigh fades among ree...
Saturday 21st May 2022 5:25 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Little Butterfly | Silence | Psychopath In Decent Clothing | Season Of The Leaf |
Today I received this lovely card from Her Majesty The Queen after I sent her my Jubilee poem.
Saturday 21st May 2022 3:15 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Cup Of Tea | Mud (Ten line challenge) | Seaside Stroll | Sahara Safari Day Two | Sahara Safari Day One | Spaceman Aims For The Stars | Travel Stress | Canadian Woodland | The Memorial (Repost) | On The Subject Of Freedom (Not A Poem) | Daisy Daisy | Whelprigg House | Storybook Sunrise | Freedom (Challenge) | Rhododendron | Eerie Mist | May Time | Mr & Mrs Smith | Magnificent In Stature |
Poem 134 of 230: RAWTENSTALL - SPRING 2001
A whistle’s “we are off” scream,
Plus the sight and sound of steam
Against a stone tunnel-wall,
On the track to Rawtenstall.
High up from where I now dwell,
A much narrower Irwell
Flows past Rawtenstall’s station -
Making its own Bury run.
Turning to view a wide ridge,
I walked to Weavers’ Cottage,
Whose staff enlight...
Saturday 21st May 2022 1:58 pm
Also by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse:My Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., "LYTHAM AND ST. ANNE’S" |
At fancy dress parties I always have fun
Last Tuesday I went to one dressed as a nun,
I drank too much drink and I ended up drunk
And woke up on Wednesday in bed with a munk.
Saturday 21st May 2022 1:31 pm
Also by branwell kent:Magnificent | Hey-Ho | At Last, A Use For Shakespeare |
Spots red volcanoes
Creepy crater skin
White ghost face
Eye lash horror
Peach puff lips
What you need
Full make over
Mud pack needed
In the morning
Stuck like tar.
Saturday 21st May 2022 12:21 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Sleepless in Stockport | More Than A Game | Glade of Light | Sacrificed to the Gods of War |
There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
Like the one on a plane
And the one on a train
Like getting caught short in the woods in the rain.
There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
So politically correct
What did you expect
One or more types from which to select?
There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
How very outré
To piss that way
What would the second world war gene...
Saturday 21st May 2022 7:29 am
The dogma of the temporal nomad
is an acceptance of the evanescence
of all, from the lacklustre to the astral,
for even what purports to alter one's course
on a visceral level, has but an ephemeral tether,
and is soon to be rejected by a newborn Present,
able solely to be resurrected by a Memory
so rudimentary as to sculpt faulty forms
using mud procured from the riverban...
Saturday 21st May 2022 12:16 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Beatitude | Lullaby | Quixotic | Caustic | Resisted Paths |
When I hold you,
You melt in my arms like snow in spring
Rivers of warmth course from your body,
drowning my senses ,
blinding my eyes ,
like the piercing sun, gently washing me downstream in a flood of unconscious.
Precious moments , snatched,
You draw the laughter from my lips
Like waters from the deep well
Fathomed by hands of angels
Head throne back ...
Friday 20th May 2022 11:19 pm
Also by Edbreathe:God please save us. | Peering in | Peering in | Fool crumb |
On the subject of coffee houses
I find the Starbucks at Walsall very good
original in many ways
residing in a Birmingham Bauhaus style building
nestling enticingly off of a popular roundabout
near the ring road
you get the picture.
The serving style is second to none
and the staff have an almost come hither look
which reflects their desire to please,
and please they ...
Friday 20th May 2022 10:41 pm
Also by ray pool:WHERE THEY LOVE THE BIRMINGHAM ACCENT |
Demons in the Woods
Running from the demons
Deep down in the woods
Head all in a panic
Heart fast pumping blood
Feet are feeling heavy
Trudging through the mud
Fear taking over my body
This situation I misjudged
Peeking over my shoulder to see once where I stood
Can’t control this trembling (I really wish I could).
© curiousdud3 05/2022
Friday 20th May 2022 10:13 pm
Also by curiousdud3:Chains of Capture | Charade |
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Friday 20th May 2022 7:23 pm
I’m not sure how to do this…
to turn around from self-hatred.
to not despise this life of mine.
to no longer want to throw it away.
To realize it was never mine to begin with.
To be thankful for all that I do have
and to seek the flaws in my own logic.
not for self-pity,
but to reorganize my perspective
and see what I’ve had the whole time
and simply missed.
Friday 20th May 2022 6:13 pm
Also by Joseph Healy:Redundancy | He who sees it all | Expectations | Compass | Author(ity) | 3rd Hemisphere | Debating | Locus of Control | Too much to ask? | One without the Other | Den of Demons | Rebellion | Skin Deep | Spirit | I am Me | Hands-on, Hands-off | Talk the Talk | I wanna! I wanna! I wanna! | History | Simple, not Easy | Youth | Please, just listen | Everyday | Thing | Inner monster | Afraid | His truth for Me | My truth | Cyanide of the Soul | and myself? | Unknown | What scripture is for me | Nervous | Who dares stand against? | Ask a Stranger | Sunflower | Circle | House of Cards | Reflecting | Decisions | Look up | Attention spans | Next of Kin | Willing spirit, weak flesh | Bark and Bare | Another one | A psalm of my own |
'Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud',
Was a very famous song:
Sung by the great Michael Flanders
And played by Donald Swann.
Both, alas, are now long gone.
But Flanders' daughter Stephanie
Is frequently heard on the BBC,
So the heritage of mud
Friday 20th May 2022 5:33 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Afterlife | Day 82 | My Enemy | Anger Management | Lenin | Atmosphere | Make-Believe |
‘But he came to see us!!’
She said, trying not to kick up a fuss—
‘Surely we can at least say hello—
Before they go!!’
The Disturbance Leader cast her a glance:
‘We are not here to DANCE—
Just because someone’s paid several grand
To be fancy at the Malangen Resort, on that there piece of land’.
(He pointed with his luminous green finger down at the p...
Friday 20th May 2022 11:15 am
Also by Jo Callisto:Discussions | An Hour In Time | Uranium Boy | The BIG FACTOID | Always A Student | I Can't Get Over The Beauty | What Does Autism Look Like? | The Womble-Jo Of Wales, I Am | Pink Ghost-Shoes | My Ameriglish Girl | Desideratum | Paul |
We Make Mud
We all pretend
That it's all fine
Underneath— angst is brewing
But we try our best
To both appear kind
And I pushed back
I think that you see white
That I see black
From other planets
But bound by blood
I am the rain—you are the soil
Friday 20th May 2022 6:48 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:Freedom | Complex Creature |
It's ten years since God's non-existence was proved beyond all doubt...
A million people killed themselves in the first week
when they realised there was no inheritance for the meek
Every place of worship has turned out the lights
Members of the clergy have grandfather rights
There are no more good fights to be fought
The Pope's a concierge at Vatican City Resort...
Thursday 19th May 2022 11:03 pm
Sea cave woof boom voice
Cliffs where is it coming from?
Where is everything?
Thursday 19th May 2022 8:06 pm
Also by Jed:New Haiku |
I was once injured in a time gone by.
To describe my dread I now shall try.
I broke nine ribs and gravely hurt my arm,
I asked, 'Do I really now deserve this harm?'
Twelve days in hospital I spent,
So slowly by they all surely went.
I lost my freedom and my dignity
And no-one understood my agony.
I was in great and constant pain,
And like this I thought I wou...
Thursday 19th May 2022 7:03 pm
Loving you is painful
Like life's uncertainties
Loving you is painful
It's always wait and see
Will you make me sing
Or will you bring me tears
Claim you never knew me
Insighting all my fears
Push back folds of knowing
Tear down heartbreaks crust
I crave a touch of interest
And another trist of lust
But ever do I wonder
If mine you should compare
To all the ones that came befor...
Thursday 19th May 2022 1:12 pm
Also by Moana mai:My Incubus | The truest self | Gemini flight | The Lovers | Control | Sink |
It feels like I’ve been let into a world I’m not supposed to be in. Or am I? How would I know really, do I believe I know who I am? As if I don’t lift my head up high for those below Me and walk with my tail between my legs for the overlords!
Furious! Outrageous and grand those ideas pour over my frontal lobe wetting it. Now it is sodden, dripping in the pure filth that is vision and life.
Wednesday 18th May 2022 11:48 pm
I should be drinking
with lemon juice
for black coffee
and half a glazed donut
in the courtyard
watching the morning
traffic of bees
while the sparrows
above the head
of the cat
in the dust and sun
and so it goes,
the sky blue
as a fresh coat
dabbed with white clouds
Wednesday 18th May 2022 3:52 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Balance | The Process |
On the day God created me, he wept
Because he saw it all then.
He saw my beginning and my end.
He knew things I wouldn’t know for a long time.
Things that confused me before
But now make perfect sense.
Like when I prayed as a child--
Such a young and stupid child.
I prayed because I was supposed to,
And if I doubted that God heard,
The problem was me, and not God.
Wednesday 18th May 2022 7:04 am
Home is not the kitchen where all your meals were prepped and made,
It's where love and kindness was once shared and hate died in the shade.
Home is not the bedroom where you once laid your weary head,
It's where laughter filled your belly and curiosity challenged dread.
Home is not the bathroom where you washed and combed your hair,
It's that familiar loving hand that bathed you with ca...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 10:08 pm
I shivered at the fearsome thing,
this affliction that found you here
amongst all your beauty
I could never find the words
to offer as medals and ribbons
I wanted to give you
for wrestling and sparring
with a cruel and indifferent foe
While somehow finding the courage
to provide an embracing home
for the audacity to hope
Tuesday 17th May 2022 5:34 am
Also by Mike McPeek:A User's Guide to Mondays |
It’s a bright day, brilliant colors all struck from sunrays
And the night which followed was quiet,
Cicadas ain’t out yet, I’m still figuring out how I hear the same sounds
Miles away and still hearing ringing and shouts.
I could never make sense how the skyline is loud
How the blue feels like it’s fighting the sun in a bout,
I watch it from a window while academic papers ar...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 4:04 am
Also by Caleb Gorey:Pieris | Sunflowers |
We're never taught the cons of LOVE, programmed and naive. Not to sound cynical, but I see reality with my eyes open not with them closed.
We live on others' experiences and forget about creating our own. Love is not kind, love is not peaceful, and love is not pure sincerity. Love is nothing but chaos, pain, and cruelty to one's mind and soul.
They teach us to find a soulmate from dusk, bu...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 1:27 am
Black white black white
difffuse the sun
Through the umbrella pongee
I see oak-tree leaves
and a scurrying ladybug
A morning bird monologues so loud
he's scared or proud
like Noah announcing the flood
A spider meticulously crafts
her silky sleek webs, shimmering traps
stretched out by the breeze for blood
Lizards do pu...
Monday 16th May 2022 6:13 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:Brave But Not Brainy |
I threw an egg at Thatcher.
Not the real one, but the statue
they put up in Grantham,
which is the closest you can get
since she's been ding dong dead.
Afterwards, I felt guilty.
I could have given that egg
to a food bank. But then
if it hadn't been for Thatcher
we might not need food banks
in the world's fifth richest country.
Just one of the many reasons why
I threw an egg at Thatche...
Sunday 15th May 2022 7:27 pm
Also by Joe Williams:Limerick #18 |
I wouldn't mind
But I only nipped out to get a bone for mi dog.
And the butcher's is just round the corner
That's all I was gone for
If they'd have only invited me to have a look around their spaceship I'd have been only too pleased.
I quite liked it if truth be known
Except for the probing
All that blood...
Sunday 15th May 2022 2:52 pm
Also by kJ Walker:The Queens Garden Party ( Granny Slugshaw) |
It's time to spit something out
The subtransuniversal spout
Time to shout!
No No No
Not quite yet
For you see the wheel is still in spin!
But if you would like to buy a vowel
Please give us your two cents
For you see
"we are merely players, performers, and potrayers....."
"ant it funny how the feelin' goes away...."
Like a bicycle illuding the clutches of g...
Sunday 15th May 2022 6:18 am
Hey you there, count your blessings
Because you could be a fish living
In the dark twilight zone of the sea
With no IQ and a light on your head
Knowing Jack Shit about anything
Not even sunlight, let alone apps or
Mobile phones or the Premier League
Or new movies and video games
You would have to swim through dark
Freezing pressurised water luring
Vile tasting th...
Saturday 14th May 2022 12:56 pm
A beautiful day to start with
Humbled by the care He shows
My protector and my guide
In thee I shall always rely
A lovely day embarks on the ship of gold
Creating a peaceful healthy beginnings
I'm grateful for this perfect healing
That was divine anointing
I'm happy and filled with noorullah in my heart
For the one and only God almighty, Allah Subhanahu Tal...
Saturday 14th May 2022 1:29 am
Also by Ghazala lari:Eid ul fitr Mubarak!!! |
Cargo 200 – Special Delivery
A run on the rouble in the Russian State Bank,
the Muscovites cursing the Brits and the Yanks,
the young mother fretting for her son in his tank
while the old man beside her his face has turned blank.
His i-phone appended to his hairy red ear
as she frowns and she strains in an effort to hear,
then watches his face morph from blankness to fear
Friday 13th May 2022 9:33 pm
He had a limp, with crooked claw,
Of yellowed eye and snaggled tooth.
His Mother bore him cursed and poor,
Her fetid milk one hundred proof.
Suckled sick, he puked her gone,
Was sold to traders, passed around.
Cleaned the floors they’d fucked him on
N'er spoke a word, heard every sound.
Now old and bent but twisted straight,
This stinking twin of births fo...
Friday 13th May 2022 6:00 pm
Hope is the thing which tethers
Anchors us in a disintegrating world
When we are lost in the darkness
And all has turned to ashes
It rises like dust and smoke
From smouldering remains
It grows from the kindness
And friendship of strangers
The hand held out across
An insurmountable distance
The force that drives us forwards
Into a future that maybe u...
Friday 13th May 2022 5:06 pm
One night, nestling in my exotic greenhouse,
with its climbing vines, orchids and tropical bougainvillea -
a veritable menagerie of plant life,
I remembered a song by some pop star, inspired after he,
in a vain attempt to resurrect her image, stole his lover’s looking glass.
It went, ‘I am but a fool for you,’ and struck a chord with my troubled soul,
brought low by a silly drunken pass...
Friday 13th May 2022 4:43 pm
Also by Kevin Vose:An Old Runner's Lament |