that empty glass
fractured in the heat
waiting below a tap
to a water source
Tuesday 7th April 2020 5:13 am
Also by Nitya Swaruba:pity flower | coffee and me | the send-off |
I enjoy bringing tough guys to their knees. I can make everyone in my path cry like babies.
You think you can conquer me with drugs or alcohol? That’s a fool’s game. It will drive you insane.
Your candy doesn’t keep me away anymore than the cross keeps away suffering.
The only escape is to free me from the one place you fear to go, within.
I reside deep within your mind. It’s the p...
Tuesday 7th April 2020 4:11 am
Also by Vautaw:Healing Muses | Luminescent Humanity |
Your love, my mind cannot fathom
Your embrace, no man can give
Your Spirit, my constant guide
Your wisdom, the key to a glorious life
Even with all this known to many
Why do they run from you?
Why do they not seek you?
You offer peace and rest
Restoration and mending
Yet they still do not come to you
The price of ignorance is too high
Tuesday 7th April 2020 3:29 am
Also by Mocosy:Tapestry | Life | Trust | Beyond eyes can see | Voices | Collateral Beauty |
"There are pandas in the parlour,
There are spiders in the sink,
There are polecats in the pantry,
And a terrifying stink;
There are wombats in the wardrobe,
There are penguins in the bath,
There are monkeys in the shower
And they look at me and laugh.
"There are cheetahs in the study,
There are dodos on the stairs,
There are rhinos on the landing
And a pair of pol...
Tuesday 7th April 2020 3:07 am
The morning solitude beckons me again,
I rise with the sun and bathe in the depths of it’s rays.
With a yawn,
I shuffle sleepy toes across the floor to an imaginary rhythm.
Down the hall I dance away the sleepless night.
On the porch I take a seat.
My day starts with verses I’ve written a thousand times.
I reach for the horizon as if it were asking for my hand.
Tuesday 7th April 2020 2:26 am
Also by Itsjustmedownhere:Tad's Lemonade Stand. |
I wish to write
But I can't
I wish to think
But i can't
I wish to reason
I tried to smile
I tried to regain my peace
I tried to unlove
I just can't, couldn't and won't
Cos I cant live if I unlove you
Tuesday 7th April 2020 1:21 am
Also by Moon.girl:My darling moon. | Moon.girl.lovediaries.three | Moongirl.happilyeverafter | Moongirl.healingbegins | Moongirl.Po.thnx | Moongirl. Reflections | Moongirl.survival | Moongirl.farewell.poem | Moongirl.lockdowndiaries | Moongirl.dies.hopeends | Moongirl. Burns | Moongirl. Silkenfeel | Moongirl.faith.trust | Moongirl.callinglovehome | Moongirl.funtime | Moongirl.lonely | Moongirl.prayers | Moongirl.lovepoem | Moongirl.wonderstruck | Overcoming the Fear | Moongirl.making.love | Moonlight.fairystories.one |
Im suprised that people were reading let alone enjoying my poetry so I figure I'll post this one for y'all as well. This is a poem I wrote a few years back, when myself and the flower were still aquainted and I wanted to explain the way I saw things. Hope yall enjoy.
Hi, how are you?
My life’s been lively
Even without you
The One Who Got Away
A snake from the past
Tuesday 7th April 2020 1:05 am
Also by josh:The Flower |
How is this fair
I thought you said
There was a happy ending
For people like us
If I never told you to go with your father
You'd be here in my arms
Two days from your 26th birthday
I'm giving into madness
I'm so lonely and depressed
Beating myself up for your death
How can I make it out today
When your ghost is absolutely killing me
I wish I couldn't just turn back time
Tuesday 7th April 2020 12:02 am
Also by Damon Blackery:1-800-273-8255 | Love/Wait | Love |
Destined for ICU via A & E
A cock-up sent me to ENT
Too weak to raise a shout
They took my bloody tonsils out
When I threatened to sue
They stuck 'em back with superglue
Monday 6th April 2020 11:47 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Frankie |
I start the day with little to no inspiration
Much like everyone else in the world
I also start this poem
With the repetitive voice of exasperation
The sirens are blazing late tonight
As souls are being set on fire
But because of some peoples' perseverence
Loved ones' bodies are also being set alight
Recreational parks are not essential
Travelling out of the wa...
Monday 6th April 2020 10:30 pm
Also by Beth Abbott:Acknowledgments |
When the bad germs have gone away
you can come to my house
hug me and hold my hand
laugh too closely in my ear
I know a secret.
© Graham Sherwood 04/2020
Monday 6th April 2020 10:30 pm
As I force myself toward pleasure,
and I love this November life
where I run like a train
deeper and deeper
through the tunnels,
over the wind-swept bridges,
through the sedentary, school-less
villages of the old and unwise
Into the land of my enemies
where hostile witnesses abound
skilled at shaking fists, digging up dirt
spitting and being contemptible;
wizened faces study bank state...
Monday 6th April 2020 8:40 pm
Also by John E Marks:Ways of seeing | Ynys Môn | So, heavenly | STUTTERER | A lamentation | The wise fool | A northern sky | The Doors of Perception |
Is a strange little man taken to wearing a hat?
looking like a leprechaun.
He is a political chameleon who starts political parties
and abandon them if he is not getting votes.
He used to hate Israel and side with Palestine
lately, however, he is stifled about this
A terrific speaker, a twister of words I wouldn’t
like to meet him on a podium, and end up...
Monday 6th April 2020 7:39 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:short verses | the story of love | the shine | a flower | not the same | the long journey |
Here's to Soul- the delicate and dreamer
Here's to Body- the Intelligent and forgiving
Here's to Tear- the vast and nourishing
Here's to Heart- the constant and wise
Here's to Eyeball- the beauteous believer
Here's to Palm- the giver
Here's to Nose- the blind sear
Here's to Lips- the traitorous sugary Sirens
Here's to Tongue- the advocate of Brain and Ear
Here's to Ear- open minded though eclectic- surrend...
Monday 6th April 2020 7:30 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Identity-A Tautacrostic | Resented Read | Torrid Stellar Time | Wish Upon A Pen | A Cynic's Prayer | Deliver- A Tautacrostic | I Strode Sure- A Tautacrostic | Last Pommegranate | The Night Is Nigh- A Lullent* | Aesthetic Rapture | Harrowing Hurricanes In Chains | Plague | My Name | Aquatic Lucidity | Marry My Havoc |
Between the animals and the axe
A glittering rounded track
The glory of the weak
Where the tired find repose
And that which is simple
But so appreciated close
Monday 6th April 2020 7:06 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:NPMA: April 5th | NPMA: April 4th | NPMA: April 3rd | NPMA: April 2nd | NPMA: April 1st |
Does it have to be this way
you living in your isolated
home out in the woods – dark
as Hades in the gloaming time
especially when the crickets
start their chirruping – it’s
almost as if a warm up for
a Hitchcock film – was it
‘The Birds’ or ‘Psycho’ I know
both scared the living daylights
out of me. Would you like me
to get some candles in as it’s
Monday 6th April 2020 6:28 pm
Also by Philipos:LABYRINTH | MOGGLETOFFS | PIN HEADS | REMOTE CONFERENCING | TONGUING | ROCKET MAN |
When I lived near the sea
I had a love/hate relationship with the seagulls.
I wanted to love them and I fed them.
In times gone by they were fed by the sailors who threw them fish
But the sailors left and all that changed
So they turned to human food.
Chicken burger, rye bread, with a splash of vitamin D.
Fish and chips if they were slumming it !
One day I gave the sea...
Monday 6th April 2020 5:02 pm
When I’m not alone
All I do is moan
I also groan
My companions say “Oh won’t you stop!”
But my only reply is “I’m going to the shop”
When I’m alone
I can play my trombone
Without somebody screaming “I would rather you moan!”
And I don’t always have to go to the shop
I just always watch TV non-stop
Once I was alone
And I was on my phone
And I was shown
A warning about a...
Monday 6th April 2020 4:48 pm
Another battle fought towards the war that was won,
and marked the setting of a raging sun.
The winds that blew with her battle cry,
now calm to a whisper but do not die.
The fire that burned so wild with fright,
continues to burn through day and night.
The river of hope runs strong and true,
it carries hope, faith and love back to you.
The earth beneath he...
Monday 6th April 2020 4:11 pm
Also by SophieJPugsley:Elemental | Into the Wild | The Overland Launch | I know you, Love. |
Days of Old
I remember the days of old,
when I crossed the fields alone.
When I ran the forests;
when I ran the trails,
in those days of youth,
in those days of sun.
I remember the color of life.
Everything seemed different.
There was a brightness to the light;
a shine, to everything.
I remember hopping those fences.
Going to those hidden places,
to see what I could see.
Monday 6th April 2020 4:06 pm
The year I was eight
My family lived in a small cottage
On an island of the St. Lawrence River,
Near Kingston on Lake Ontario.
Our new home was under construction
In a government housing project:
'Building for the Boys'.
For war veterans, like my Daddy.
The island was connected to the mainland
With a long, narrow causeway,
The waters on both sides full of lilies...
Monday 6th April 2020 2:38 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Confrontation |
In this place of the weird and bizarre
It was just one of those nights
Nothing out of the ordinary
In the garden of earthly delights
A place full of demons and monsters
A collection of unworldly sights
My rotting roots implanted in hell
Where nightmare and horror alights
The bagpipes fucked with my head
They almost drove me insane
Humans and demo...
Monday 6th April 2020 2:34 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Painting By Numbers | The Loop At The Edge Of Reason | Indebted | Overnight Stay | Marbles |
WISH I WERE
wish i were a hurricane
that churns the ocean's floor
wish i were a rich coral reef
stretching from shore to shore
wish i were a tectonic plate
could move the earth around
wish i were a quake
that crevasses the ground
wish i were a drop
descending from a cloud
wish i were a thunderstorm
ferocious and loud
wish i were a streak of lightning
that brightens the sky
wish i ...
Monday 6th April 2020 12:47 pm
Sun is teasing me,
Making its way through…
Cracks in the cloud,
Gaps between buildings.
As if it’s not allowed
To give all that it’s yielding
Yet still it finds me,
For just a few beats…
Over roofs, on my brow,
A little hope it can shed
Not for long but just now,
Warms the corner of the bed.
Monday 6th April 2020 12:29 pm
in a thousand faces
in a hundred places
over the ages
we find ourselves again
names have changed
not so much as a do-over
as a slight mutation
dusting off strategies
what was almost tragedy
becomes a trite poem
Monday 6th April 2020 12:05 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:The Night Calls |
When we are fast asleep...
In the world of dreams deep,
Do you descend on earth?
To see what kind of dreams we peep.
You don't seem to be an alien but
We often keep our brains shut.
With such a beautiful mind,
O Moon.Girl! That's a feeling from my gut.
We are mere idols of sand and dust
Without compassion but filled with greed n lust
The ripples run through our conscience
Monday 6th April 2020 10:45 am
Also by ai ou:She is... She is... A Plastic Doll |
Some people come
And some people go
Why this does happen
I really don't know
Did they see something
Something on site
They thought was offensive
To them, was not right?
Maybe their muse
Had tripped off on hols
Leaving them lost-like
Writer-blocked on WOL
Maybe were embarrassed
To post on the screen
Thought them not good ...
Monday 6th April 2020 10:25 am
Also by Don Matthews:Two Dealers in Death | I Will Get the USA Open By Easter | Waaaaaaaaaaa ! | Tradwives. A Mashup of Traditional Wives |
To fathom all the depths
The art of being
Harmonious communication with every atom spiralling
The multi-dimensional way of truth
The river so to carry
Existing beyond dimensions
Simultaneously exuding love
Living within love
Monday 6th April 2020 8:04 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:Acting Upon a Dream |
Inspired by 'Jason's wonderful poem "Birdsong".
Which I was reading whilst the news was on the background reporting on 'domestic abuse' cases rising., as a result of COVID 19 quarantine’s rules.
Times Of Yore
Unison sings in this birdsong poem
to remind us of 'times of yore'
when the only chatter coming down the line
was the repetition of that old jackdaw.
Monday 6th April 2020 8:02 am
Also by poemagraphic:A poem for Moon.girl | Ramping it up | Bucket mouth |
I sit and wait for the sunrise,
For todays virgin light to shine from its celestial height and warm me,
Because it’s true to say that the light of day will drive away this cold , endless night before me,
And it will shine bright,
Bright enough to shine a light on all my past mistakes and inform me,
How much I should give thanks for the light that warms me,
A chance to repay the kindness of t...
Monday 6th April 2020 3:57 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Balancing The Ledger | Needle Point | The Forge | Wingless Angels |
I lately watched your video, a Palm Sunday morning show of you and your wife.
Me, your mistress, now ashes of passionate fires, forbidden fires.
Intention of sin in your ideology.
And then this scene of an innoscent couple, the ones who try to pretent what they aren't.
Monday 6th April 2020 12:45 am
Also by Magical Whispers:Fill me. |
My daughter tells me she’s picking up
more shifts than she normally would.
Her hands are raw and she’s running
out of sanitizer. I know she doesn’t
expect anyone to fix it but still I check
the expiry date of my aqueous cream.
Later, I place the tub in the garden
and watch over it from the window.
When she finally arrives she orders
me back inside. This time a hug
isn’t going to make thi...
Sunday 5th April 2020 11:51 pm
I don't know how you feel because you never say,
So lost in questions, it gives me anxiety to this very day
Will you ever open up to me or am i just wasting my time
Somedays you seem interested, other days you don't
God, can you just please give me a sign
Not knowing drives me crazy, i need reassurance, which you can't provide
I'm paranoid and uneasy that everything will just sh...
Sunday 5th April 2020 9:42 pm
Keep two metres to be safe
Keep two metres to be safe
Keep two metres to be safe, nothing but space between us
Anything less is risking lives away.
You won’t want to meet St Peter
You would rather be a death cheater
Dying from this would be a lonely affair.
Keep two metres to be safe
That’s the way that you must behave
Keep two meters don’t invade the space tha...
Sunday 5th April 2020 8:20 pm
Also by John Coopey:PEE ON ME | STICKKITA WOK ON? |
If you are coughed on, you get it
if you are sneezed on, you get it
if you are Chinese, you get it
if you dare travel, you get it
if you go out, you get it
if you don't wash hands, you get it
if you don't wear a mask, you get it
if you meet someone who had it, you get it
If you are in a high risk group, you get it
If you are in a low risk group, you could still get ...
Sunday 5th April 2020 12:59 pm
Also by d.knape:Conspiracy Theories | Simple Pleasures | Don't Mind Me | STIFF |
Those shadows the epitome of time
let me bruise them so they cannot move,
make those pale moments clearer
in the light of the hurt-
a life no longer drenched
in shapes eclipsing the stopwatch,
now I can pause time when I want to
escaping the minutes for hours,
see the clouds in still shift,
alluding to an illusion
of some fading minute,
the hands of the clock skim ...
Sunday 5th April 2020 10:49 am
Also by Hannnah:The Pretender |
I’m a sick dog
with high bark hot tongue
matted fur not long
Sunday 5th April 2020 9:50 am
Two British nurses have sadly died,
Both a mother of three,their future denied.
Aimee O'Rourke and Areema Nasreen sadly passed away,
Two N.H.S. Angels caring for their patients every single day.
One thirty six and one thirty nine,
Far to early to call time.
Two loving mothers no longer here,
Their passing spreads further fear.
Fear of what lies ahead,
Fear of ...
Sunday 5th April 2020 9:33 am
Also by hugh:The disease detectives must tackle the storm | Coronavirus ,I hope we never get it. |
With every shape we make
The sand keeps blowing through our fingertips
With every mistake we make
Chances, they take us by storm, begging for refuge
And still...we change our minds
Acrylic, technicolor blues trickling down
Our perfect lines now
With paint thinner
We can still change our minds
Sunday 5th April 2020 7:34 am
the outside world is so enticing.
But instead, I'm going to bed
after cutting my hair with crazy scissors
and not brushing my teeth or washing my face.
I've tired out my body by swiping through bodies,
discarding them by swiping left on my dating app of choice.
Tonight, they will seek phone sex with
another virtual woman
because I am...
Sunday 5th April 2020 5:22 am
I can’t do my homework right now
Sunday 5th April 2020 3:49 am
Also by Robbie Christian:The Eternal Lie |
Let it rain fire,
I become the flames.
Sunday 5th April 2020 3:06 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:That'll get the covid right out of me | The Fall of Constantinople (Happy Birthday) |
a midlands town where the roots prove thin
calloused thumbs casually point out
long dusty roads straight to the expanse
and sky over sea doesn't disappoint
here unbounded power could concentrate
in one bolt of lightening to the heart
knowledge inspiring yet not frightening
horizons indistinct no inch closer
become much more familiar with staring
and somehow the inevitable falling of...
Saturday 4th April 2020 9:50 pm
Now, the world is very wide
(seven seas from side to side)
and it holds a million ways to tell a tale,
And you'll broaden your horizon
When the work you lay your eyes on
Isn't always European, straight, and male.
If you've ever been and gone
to a panel at a con
I'm assuming you're familiar with the sight:
There'll be four and twenty guys
Who are listed for the prize
And EVERY SING...
Saturday 4th April 2020 7:19 pm
You are engulfing me
like fire in a forest,
sweeping everything on its path.
And I keep running
Headed in your direction,
Towards the blazing heat that's you.
Although our story is not over,
we will burn this book to the ground.
Saturday 4th April 2020 6:06 pm
Late at night
Lying in bed
Listening to music
Or a few recorded poems
Reading the latest
I attempt to craft a new one
Or brush up a draft not quite finished
It’s becoming routine
I’ve always been
An undercover poet
Now I’m sharing my words
With my family’s support as an added bonus
Shared are the happenings,
The contests never won,
Saturday 4th April 2020 5:41 pm
I beseech thee
Do not cruelly ask me
To compare the young man
Frozen in a fleeting moment
In that potrait
And the image reflected
In the mirror
That you hold in your hand
His is the ebonied face
In the potrait
Crowned with long flowing
His eyes sparkle
With a thousand glints
Has a beaming smile
That would melt
The coldest h...
Saturday 4th April 2020 5:14 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:What's it called? |
Their last thoughts must have been of caring for the infected
and of their families back at home
remembering as they most likely did each dying patients name
as death also claimed these warriors for its own
Dear God! must we endure more of their absences
these hero's falling one by one
the human barrier between us and covid-19
making sure the war will ever so bravely by them b...
Saturday 4th April 2020 5:07 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:ALIEN |
Leaving today’s non-contact shift,
We see a shadow and recoil.
Our home is daily grind and toil;
Elsewhere, like time, we feel adrift,
As though with wounds. We lie, infirm,
Procumbent in an unlit boat.
Our destination is remote;
Events this night may make us squirm.
Downstream, the show-off of a moon
Engulfs some twinkly passing star;
Saturday 4th April 2020 3:41 pm
Poem 14 of 230: NIGHT OR DAY?!
In the far north of Sweden
(A "Land of the Midnight Sun”),
A strange thing chanced upon me -
And I’ll tell you, just for fun.
Got off a train late-morning
(Had to catch same one next day)
And trudged far to the Youth Hostel -
Paying for a one-night stay.
I spent the afternoon sightseeing,
Then, after a latish dinner,
Returned to my own small bedroom -
Saturday 4th April 2020 2:54 pm