Poetry Blogs (Comfort)
longing for a doll's house,
a teddy bear,
and a ventriloquist puppet.
Longing to be held, comforted, soothed.
Longing for the safety of home,
something to cuddle and a companion.
Longing for the pleasure of play,
the delight in losing oneself in make believe:
I picture myself,
five years old and,
painting in my yellow, plastic smock ...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 10:05 pm
Above The Light Of The Morning Star
Pity the dark eyed man who chases sleep.
Yet, pity more, the man who finds that realm
and dances with his friends, long gone,
then wakes to find such loneliness in his heart.
A father’s hand laid gently on his shoulder
or a mothers kiss to say farewell on leaving.
These are the magic lanterns
of the ghosts that are their ghosts....
Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:45 pm
There's this song I always come back to,
It reminds me of the day I first met you.
No other words mean as much to me as the lyrics that were sang in the song,
it's a constant reminder of how we held on for so long.
You might've been just a ghost but you knew what flesh felt like,
you knew what a hug meant and how to treat someone in the cold night.
You were no stranger to love and comfort,
Saturday 17th June 2017 11:21 pm
i am alone, and as i drown they mock my pain
they drop stones in my satchel
they slash my open wounds to watch me bleed
they throw knives at my face hoping i'll break
and yet i dont
i smile and i move through life and sometimes i cry but yet i dont
i sit home (alone) and scream but my voice echoes
my voice seeps through the cracks in the window and through the empty halls
and once again ...
Friday 19th May 2017 7:55 pm
My greatest decision was to give my heart to nobody, but it resulted in an amazing loneliness. I created a safe haven. A comfortable place in my head, where words couldn't reach and prying eyes could never see. But with the gain of comfort, there came a sudden, unexpected loss of understanding.
I began to look for answers in places I had never dreamed existed, places that only exist in t...
Friday 14th October 2016 5:57 am
Look over there,
Sat in that comfy reclining chair,
Is a man so wise and strong,
With so much knowledge which was seldom wrong.
The way his eyes would sparkle when he laughed,
And his cheesy smile on all his photographs.
His daytime nap making a little snore,
Is he really asleep? I think as I open the door.
He was such a good old joker,
Yet kept a face as straight a...
Thursday 7th July 2016 12:02 pm
It's morning again
I'm trapped in.
Out of bed
into the same lie I roll.
I have no alibi
committing the sin
this "cozy" 9-to-5.
"Take a ri...
Wednesday 3rd September 2014 9:58 pm
each night I sleep
entwined in the comfortable branches
of a mossy oak
by day I play
among the lissom saplings
how far I might still bend
Tuesday 16th April 2013 5:57 pm
Is is safe to surface now?
is it safe to come out?
from under the radar??
Is it safe to surface now?
Is it safe to come out?
into the light??
is it safe?
To tell the truth........
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:38 am
Somewhere, nowhere, between the press of sheets and ventilator’s suck and hush, his hourglass drips. The moving mountains mark his time, his pulse, his pressure, as he slips and slides through crusts of consciousness. These walls can barely hold him now; what’s left could smudge and melt away through every crack, but for the weight of years ��" the slack tide of a fading past...
Sunday 25th January 2009 2:08 pm