When I know I'm doing wrong, but it just feels so right
When all I want to do all day is simply hold you tight
Your heart has been so broken, and this I know is true
Just want to stay close with you and you know I'll help you through
There's light at the end of the tunnel, we both can see it there
I'll support you through this time, whether with me or elsewhere
We can get y...
Sunday 17th February 2019 4:00 pm
Where would men be
to influence our characters
and point out our weaknesses
men would be uncivilized
closer to animals
who only want to sleep and eat
we would be still be in dark caves
wearing skins and scratching ourselves
women give us inspiration
women give us aspiration
women tame the wildness in our hearts
men would be sa...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:55 pm
Also by d.knape:C'est La Vie | Bee Lines | Aging Rock Stars | One-Way Conversation | Acrobats | We Never Asked | Cows & Climate | The Poor | Old School | Braless | Good Company | Letting Out The Cat | Burning Inspiration | Being Good |
If I suggested you jog down a motorway
A finger you would wag;
Yet you're ready to shorten life's own highway
Dying for a fag!
If I suggested you dip your hand
In a jar full of dangerous bugs
You'd get the needle - and I'd understand,
So why do it with dangerous drugs?
If I suggested daily you fill the sink
With the sort of booze that rots your guts
And drain it - wou...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:39 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:AN IRISH REJOICING - song | MRI | DIVERSE DETERMINATIONS | FOR THE BIRDS | AN IRISH REJOICING |
If there is ever held a trial in a court of justice
To punish the one who stabbed humanity in the eye,
don't go looking for any monster of extraordinary malice.
Look my way, for the hideous wrongdoer is I.
Rip the clothes off my back and kick me down
Spit in my eye and then hand me the flog,
Because I alone deserve to wear the crown
of the cowardly, hypocritical, whimpe...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:33 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:GR (In the South) | It's Always Raining on Lonely Sreet, Haiku | Shadows and Shades |
The Spark !
Old age comes upon you
like a creeping weed or vine
a subtle early warning
that you're running out of time
When we realized it had us
firmly in its grip
we decided to go fighting
so we really let it rip:
No more early nights
sipping tea and watching telly;
we bought the 'Kama Sutra'
and really gave it welly !
We cruised out to Austr...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:22 pm
Also by David Gabriel Caplan:Talking with god | Haiku (Thailand) | Monochrome Days: (Poetry for Schools) | The Cockroach (Poetry for Schools) | Meltdown | Overlooked |
crocuses and snowdrops push up their merry heads
the cairn on the woodland path marks the unburied dead
the fleeting wisps of winter, detrius on the skeletal trees
the very occasional dew drop hanging on the weeds
this man he is an old man, Gaelic and rare
who stares into the fire, in his isolated lair
an bóthar ag taisteal na sióga....
aye, the road that the fairies take can ...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:17 pm
Also by John E Marks:Occasional flowers | From woman better things spring | For Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | Alternative histories | Time's fool | An unholy curiosity | Elegy for Anna | SOLVING | Oscar goes to the zoo | On the way to the dance | Wild is the Way | Stutterer | The Scylla, | Pain | There is no patriotic art, just grievance | The swinging bridge | Just deserts | Heavenly | To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux - dedicated to my good friend, Jacob | Why we need to fly (for my good friend, Jacob) | Ch-ch-changes | Pouring out the vitriol |
At its best
Tightly squeezing air from chest
Meditation and salvation
Never feeling any confirmation
Always seeking an explanation
Anger is like a bubbling pot
Once you start
Its impossible to stop
Waiting for a fresh new season
Never needing a proper reason
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:12 pm
Also by Lysa d:Single mom's | Ready ;-) | I just want my mum | We are all apart of art | Blowing hot and cold | Mistaken | Grounded | Shame | Authentic self |
A shadow drawing across my notebook
a guiding hand for my uncertain pen
another mind thinking my thoughts
the ghost writer begins to take over.
Words from a different realm
sentences flowing from beyond
aiding me with my creative void
the ghost writer is taking over.
Holding my unsteady hand
boldly streams of words do flow
happy am I with my expressive frien...
Sunday 17th February 2019 2:14 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Gentle caress | Hiding amongst the molecules | Beyond this place | My Realm |
Why only common people die
When there is a riot or a war
While the politicians and administrators don't die
They only hide behind the crimes with woeful smiles
Why only the poor have to suffer
While the rich stays in homes comfortable
The women are raped, men are killed and children orphaned
The government passes bill inorder of country's protection
Why only the j...
Sunday 17th February 2019 12:19 pm
Also by Do:Superior Race? | All for love!! | Speed!!!! | Drug addiction!! | It's a new day!! | by the fire!! | Who is he? | Whispering wisdom!!! | If a hug could fly!! | little corner in your heart!! (love song) | A blanket of HOPE | Haiku (feel of seasons) | If words could find some space!!! |
Though I've had 50 years practice,
Dyslexia still wins sometimes,
I'll miss out, "The's," and, "Me's and, "My's,"
While I focus on rhythm and rhyme.
But I know if I'm gonna crack this,
Have disciplined linguistic lines,
I'll just have to smile and toil for a while,
Re-read, edit, refine.
So if you are reading my stuff,
Probably best go with the flow,
If the ...
Sunday 17th February 2019 10:45 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Be My Guide | Chatting By The Stovetop | Strong And Silent | The Silent Word | The Slant And The Chant | Coin | Whipping Willow | Coffee Pot | In This World | Ms.Donohoe Poetry Tennis Champion. | Yesterdays Kiss | Incline Lupine | Drive | Silver Shot Pocket Watch | Distil By Will | Words | Trust Me |
He Sleeps in a Box
I know a man who suffers from PTSD
an ex serviceman damaged for life
He sleeps in a cardboard box
in the doorway of a shop in the High Street
Should there be a deal or no deal Brexit
politicians debate endlessly without result
I know a man who sleeps in a cardboard box
in the doorway of a shop in the High Street
Local elections are due l...
Sunday 17th February 2019 10:15 am
Also by keith jeffries:A Large Wooden Door | The Spring Offensive | The Beast | All will be well | Aerials | National Character | The Sugar Bowl |
the snow whispers, gently falling
a child like dream revealed
Crisp white snow
upon a starched white path
To a wonderland I will go
To make a footprint
To slide along
To build a snowman
a carrot for his nose
Sunday 17th February 2019 9:15 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:The red wood | Ochre | Do not wander into this fearful night |
Jagged white screams
sharpen to icicles
brittle tears lie scattered
and ground underfoot
diamond cut streams
lost in the labyrinth
fast frozen in time
at the moment of truth.
Holder of secrets
the cut glass of plenty
sharp as a dagger
the chilling white wine
cruel as a cutting edge
shards of bright silver
encrusted with sapphires
cold by design,
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:51 am
Also by Dorothy Webb:SPIN - DRIFT | IN SORROW | A LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD | FAITH (WITHOUT HOPE OR CHARITY) | THIS SILVER PEARL | BY WAY OF EXPLANATION | FOR DARREN |
Not what you see
It looked an idyllic scene
a farmer with a sweet, little red tractor
was ploughing a feel while his mule now unemployed
stood under a carob tree resting.
The tractor stopped no more fuel, the man went to
the nearest petrol station to buy some more, but a dreamer
walked past gave the tractor pink wings, saw it flew
towards the sun.
The farmer went t...
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:23 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:anit this and that | once when | the aged | the way it used to be | a horse | forget me not | I knew of a writer | a new society | conspiracy thinking | a calamitous night | cats | the failed writer | sunlit Cascais | Brexit 2 | dementia | the Norwegian club | epigram 5 |
The thought of you brings tears to my eyes
It fills me with anger the type of anger where
the hair on my arms stand at attention.
My mind recalling all the times you put me in my place.
Reminding me I was nothing more than an ego boost for you.
If I gave you my blood, sweat, heart, and my tears
would that be enough for you to love the way I deserve to be loved?
The again the...
Sunday 17th February 2019 4:54 am
Also by erbc:Life After Love |
Once you let him go, you will feel so free. There will be so much less drama in your life. Once he is out of your life, you can focus on what truly matters… loving yourself. Loving yourself in a way that he never could love you.
Sunday 17th February 2019 4:14 am
The soul in the heart
Sunday,17th February 2019
The human heart is sensible
not to reveal
it beats silently
and doesn't come out openly
to show the inner joy
but silently enjoy
let the heart remain
fully protected and hidden
as it finds visible heaven
on earth and stays driven
sentiments are the only treasures...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:27 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Nation pays homage | Nation in rage | Born fighter | Heaven on earth | Not from weakness | Is poetry deceptive? | Voice of freedom | The life we lead | Despite being good | On her birthday | In the team | Reposition | Head of the family | Paradise here | Holier than | Join me there | Untimely critical phase | No pain to soul | Twists and turns | Speaks volumes | Role of human beings | Real joy | Natural objects | Smile with | Nature has turned deadly | With affection and care | Asylum seeker |
Leaves drift caught in sun
shafts shimmer gold as silver
gifts splash outstretched hand
water spheres hurled from
nebulous grey clouds above
swirling winds tease memories
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2010
(Written to artwork in Raincheck Exhibition by Jessica McCallum in 2010.)
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:16 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Wardrobe Mistress - '85 | Cockatoo Chorus (Poetry for Schools) | Play me... | Yellow Daze |
Broadleaved woodland spreads alongside
open meadow, wetland and arable farmland
Cereal and vegetable, thriving in abundance,
in this gem to the eye of the beholder.
They are sheltered by their taller friends:
Oak and poplar
Cherry and birch
Rowan, Willow, Larch and Pine
I wish these were all friends of mine
Sycamore and Maple
Standing tall li...
Saturday 16th February 2019 10:26 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Decisions | VERTIGO | Sat Navigation | I’m a footie fan! |
Poem 116 of 230: MOSES GATE - SUMMER 2000
Lies land with lodges -
Grassed and paved around,
With decking built on.
As well as these lakes
Of human-made kind,
Croal, Irwell, canal
Meet there like three snakes.
There’s ‘paths for horses,
A birdwatching hut,
An info. centre,
Plus walkers’ courses.
And, surrounding these,
The woods have grown thick,
So, viewed from afa...
Saturday 16th February 2019 9:39 pm
Every soul have thier capsule
it may be hard as you or soft as me
yes you have caught it right !
how can we prescribe with an 1.5 kg?
to describe the similars of life
non with miracle wand or pure with seed...
it looks like the same flashes of stars
when you get to see edges of sphere ..
walk around the circle to reach the helical core.
Saturday 16th February 2019 6:35 pm
My love for you wells up from
A feeling indescript
A warmth rising from the heart
A rush of oxytocin through the
Immediate and pressing
Without urgency or smothering
Felt from my legs to my
And in every chakra the yoga-doers tell us of
From the crown above my head
To the root they speak of in awkward Puritanical tones
Tones we do not need, m...
Saturday 16th February 2019 6:01 pm
Also by Duncan Adelaide:PAGAN THE NIGHT - Vision the First |
There’s a part of the world
not many get to see
like the underside of a pearl
deep in a black sea.
The shadow of its form
covers continents in clouds
while a multicoloured storm
turns halos to shrouds.
And there’s cities made of Night,
there the long-forgotten sing
of a time when there was light
and day and Sun and spring.
But now the seasons mutely wilt
as flowers torched in sh...
Saturday 16th February 2019 5:48 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Airstrike From The Eleventh Density | Tectonic | Spine Fire (Instructions For Survivors Of Kundalini) | The Ghosts We Haunt | The Dark At The End Of The Tunnel | This Corpse Eats The Stars With Bloody Feet | A Nightmare Room Made Of Broken Glass And Spider's Legs | Someone At The Door |
and intricate poisons
coax solemn oaths
from intimate whispers
like prayers to nameless loneliness
but jealous daylight
still grips her knife
in wait to kill
what she cannot take
though all that was
once wild in us
is now retreating
Saturday 16th February 2019 3:00 pm
Also by elPintor:distant history | subversive |
This was late June, maybe early July.
I was booked to sing. The cafe was packed.
A three-legged stool available at
a sea-view verandah table. I made
space beside a red-haired stranger. She wore
a red dress. Was kismet at work for me?
Memories flooded me. The torpid stream
of weeks and months of mornings and evenings
spent vainly waiting for my heart to stir,
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:43 pm
Also by Rick:Ma Chouette | By Train |
Poetry about Real People - The power of poetry in hospice care
There is a tension between the advance of medical science, that pursues its ability to fix and treat, and an acceptance of the natural order of death and how that may be experienced. Atul Gawande, a surgeon and health researcher, has reignited this debate with his book 'Being Mortal' (and also presented the 2014 Reith Lectures on B...
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:09 pm
High above your head a pastel dove hangs-
but why would you look away from your daily concerns?
Drive through weathers to reach your destination.
The bird is gliding there. Stand stock still
for that momentous decision. The bird hovers there.
From the distance imposed on me
I follow the bird with a watchful eye
and therefore yourself through all your battles.
You live your sorrows an...
Saturday 16th February 2019 1:11 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Poem, mk 1 | News From Dartford |
Do you remember the wind?
She's hard to hear over the hum of air-conditioning.
When the world gets too much,
I head to the harbour to remember her voice.
I nestle in the body of my boat and think I'd love to cup my hands and catch her.
To take the wind captive, to wrestle her to the ground and expose her secrets.
People need to hear what she has to say.
Waves lap against the hull while I wa...
Saturday 16th February 2019 1:04 pm
Also by Kate G:Pay attention | Silent soapbox | Labrat |
The smouldering of my heart
listlessly spat out colourless mote.
The fire was no longer blazing,
and my vision was greyed and glazed in
weighted sheets of smoke.
There had been an onslaught
of waning passion;
a slow slaughter of song;
a paroxysm of portents
pulling me into their whorling.
A dark night in itself,
with all of its quietude...
Saturday 16th February 2019 10:54 am
Flow like water and explore you’re deepest truths
Be young and expressive never compressive
Untended depression leads up to aggression
Improper digression leads up to the stressing
The stressing leads up to me searching for weapons
While screaming and shouting don’t nobody help me
Continue to strive pushing forward so desperate
Surrounded by many but feeling so desolate...
Saturday 16th February 2019 8:13 am
Also by Mr.Anonymous:Indecision | Exhausting | No title |
Open me, please
Let me unravel my content
Layer by layer, please strip
Prepare yourself, be careful
There are lots of sharp
objects in here
Ready to strike, out of fear
Open me slow
Disarm all the pins and needles
Put away the scissors
Gently handle the knives
Give it time, don’t rush
Saturday 16th February 2019 8:09 am
Also by Anya:Green | The String |
If you become
what you think about
most of the time...
I am becoming
poetry, a lyrical
I am becoming
love and light,
Doing my best
to do what's right.
I am becoming
I am becoming
who God intended
me to be.
Leaving a loving
I am becoming
Saturday 16th February 2019 1:56 am
Also by Vautaw:Stupid Cupid | Echoes of Life | To My Valentine | Ghosting | Sad Eyes | Soul Mates & Muses | Oasis | Soul Flames & Star Dust | Cha-Chi Legacy | Dancing with Addiction | Kings and Scribes |
I grabbed your greetings that's far
while I daydream when drizzle
as if you were in my arms
inhale wet counting rain
tunable splash of water
decorate our longing that continues to flow
in the will to understand each other
when we have to enjoy distance
sometimes there is anxiety passing
when a sense of desire has a strong presence
but realize love trusts each other
tie our hearts to...
Saturday 16th February 2019 12:15 am
Also by Suko Waspodo:Blend The Heart of Instinct | Lovely Early Morning | About Our Feelings | Embrace Your Sincere Love | My Longing's in Your Dreams | Romantic Love Fantasy |
Betray her not with flowers,
while sharing her sweet scent.
Her petals take time to open
and spring may yet repent.
For she who belongs to nature
has passions of her own.
So shade your restless cloisters
wherein you foster your pretty games,
lest you perjure her moonglow dreams
and bring her down in flames.
Friday 15th February 2019 9:23 pm
Also by ray pool:POSITIVE | THROUGH THE GATES | WAITING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | 75th BIRTHDAY | FOG BANK | MR. SHOPLAND (INSURANCE MAN) | TRANSFORMATION | ON THE TREADMILL |
Less Than a Second
Less than a second
is the time it takes to fall in love.
That summer night
you walked out of the bright house
on to the dark deck
ready for the next day's wedding,
already celebrating every damn thing
anyone could think of,
laughter floating out of your pores
Friday 15th February 2019 8:40 pm
Me voy hiendo
A otro lado
Palabras no me quedan
¿A dónde me llevan?
Friday 15th February 2019 8:20 pm
Also by Orvus Nine:Mestizaje |
Lie to me
I don't believe you
Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong
but believe me, I know the truth
I can feel the emptiness behind your tongue
speaking of fictional reality
Try to fool me
Eventually it will bleed
I can feel my heart sink into my back
oh you should have known
even the whitest lie is spoken by evil
Friday 15th February 2019 5:39 pm
Also by BIG FISH:Let Go |
Like every mamma, she had her own remedies,
like baking soda
on a canker sore. It doesn’t sound easy,
but it worked; besides, her own
mother (my grandmother, died before
I was born) tried this on her,
"And see? I survived." (Shrug).
Still, I wouldn’t do it by myself.
She had to bend before me
at the bathroom sink, tug
at my lip to expose the ulcer,
milk white ...
Friday 15th February 2019 4:07 pm
Also by Paris Tate:This Closure | The Stigma | Black Candles | When the DJ Played “Lovefool” on the First Night of Carnival Season in a New Orleans Nightclub, 2018 | The Storyteller | Scared | Before I'm Thirty | The Vanilla Girl | This It, Take It All | Ice Skating In New Orleans | Introvert's Day Off | Snapshots |
“Ooh, have you seen what Gail's put on Facebook?”
“About Jade's Spanish lodger? Right made me giggle.”
“Bet you can guess what's underlined in her phrase book!”
“When I told our Kylie she fainted in Lidl.”
“She said, ‘well that explains the bar through her nipple! ‘“
“She definitely has. I've seen it full frontal.”
“So I guess the kids have another new uncle?”
“What has she be...
Friday 15th February 2019 1:28 pm
Also by Darren Winter:There were only seven chicken meatballs in my pack of eight | A dodoitsu on Tinder | Sandwich fillings: an elegy |
the pain of the vacant page stage
for the dance
of my pen
the fear of the frozen mind blind
to the hope
of a rhyme
the silence of an empty house spouse
to the song
of my word
the hush of unwanted time chime
Friday 15th February 2019 12:08 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:The Shed | The Old Field Gate | Snow Fields | Dyn Hysbys |
Resting By The Fireside. Ch. 2 (Page 8)
Leaving the wood behind us,
our journey now well underway
It is time to rest before slumber,
for tomorrows another busy day.
We’ll dance and sang and read poetry
fill our bellies, drink wine and fine beer
As we gather around the blazing fireside
Safe and warmed from the cold night air
To think, ju...
Friday 15th February 2019 9:48 am
Also by poemagraphic:Why Bother? | Why? | The Music Box | Hypo | The Digital Dunce | Po’s prose prologue The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2 | Running up Moonbeams | The Sword of ‘Damocles’ | The UNDERWOOD Page 6 | Millstone of malaise | Beyond the neon sign |
When she died in her ground floor flat
and had gone to join The Man Upstairs,
the man upstairs, concerned that he had not seen her for a few days,
came downstairs and when he saw her
said a quick prayer to The Man Upstairs,
went back upstairs to his flat
then went up another flight to tell the man upstairs
that the lady downstairs had gone to join The Man Upstai...
Friday 15th February 2019 9:10 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Everything You Need to Know About Gloucester | Ronnie's Pants (and so is his bowling) |
And here I am
In the darkness
All alone with my thoughts
Thinking about you.
Two different worlds
You and I.
And literally speaking,
Two different continents!
Yet so close, binded by
And hooligans want to be you!
I would've never thought to say this..
But thanks to them
I know who you are.
Something in your eyes,...
Friday 15th February 2019 8:05 am
You can never get me back
Which I had lost
The respect I had
In the eyes of my
You can’t fill that gap again
Not again, Not again
I am not going to look back again
Please keep distance from me
I already moved on, moved on
Keep your eyes away from me
I think now it’s easy for you to believe
Not again, Not again
Please don’t come again
Friday 15th February 2019 5:24 am
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:You are my Valentine |
As my mind hopelessly arrivals into nothing
My existence fading from everywhere
I plead for you not to look at the outcome
please remember me for who I was
This dark embraces is all I've become
Just who could tear me apart like this
Is she the silence step that I forgot
Is there something more that's caving my chest in
I'm unraveling the truth but it's breaking me more
I'll soon be nothi...
Friday 15th February 2019 3:15 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Thoughts That Go Like Bullets Through You | The Ghost of Me | The T-Virus | Let's Pretend I'm Fine Like You Do | The Grin of A Killer 2 Little John Doe | The Grin of A Killer | A Broken Callous Heart | Happiest I've Ever Been | Maybe | Rubbish Poem |
Why is it that i often find myself asking those around me
how they feel about something after they vent to me?
i want in depth details, its addicting...
could it be because i am so empty on the inside
that i have a need to know exactly what others are feeling?
...someone pinch me
Friday 15th February 2019 2:18 am
Two kinds of flowers are in life's garden sown -
the first are words and deeds that spread a name;
for laurel wreaths and eulogies they're grown
that blow such blossoms of the mind to fame.
The second are the flowers of the flesh -
their growers wish beyond the grave to be
borne down their childrens' childrens' bloodlines fresh;
both seek one trophy - immortality.
Friday 15th February 2019 12:31 am
Also by Chris Laverty:Idle Hours |
I am the undying
Lost in a dream of death.
The cigarette dances upon my lips
At four of the morning time
A time for mourning mime.
There is no sleep for the lost
I feel it deeply to my cost
Just to feel death so close.
The rope in my closet calls to me
All could be over all could be free
But it just won’t be.
I dream awake of n...
Thursday 14th February 2019 10:31 pm
Also by Phil Kay:Bach | Ugly | Son | Panama Love | The Oxygen thief | Soul? | Light | Stories to tell early 1980 | 68 Grafton St 1977 | Fiery heart | Lost love | My Son | Free the mind | Amsterdam 1982 | Reflection refraction. | Kill Them All | pub | (untitled) | A night out in Jack Dempsy's bar New York. 1980. | So I Hit Him | They're Only Words. | Last Night. |
I crave your very presence.
To the point where I am starving inside.
Your touch is the greatest of Christmas presents.
In you, my heart has chosen to confide.
Your smile radiates far more than a thousand suns.
To the point where shades don’t block the glow.
Your heart is strong enough to carry a thousand tons.
Because of you, I would live in fire o...
Thursday 14th February 2019 7:52 pm
Also by Ty:THE SUN | EYE CONTACT | ESCAPE | CHECK THIS OUT |
Anyone asking if i am single today
will be told i am the album.
a long player by trade
there is room for extended play also
although anyone who puts you down as the 7" or 12" extended mix
is only after one thing.
Thursday 14th February 2019 5:07 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:No more heartfelt apologies. | confessions of a vinyl addict |