Poetry Blogs (Distance)
Nicola Beckett on Stay with me (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on Out of reach (3 hours ago)
Non existing life.
I miss deep kisses
And hands on my body.
I miss warm words
Nature goes on,
Blossoming in competition,
Nurture me with sunny spells
On empty train stations.
Spring in my heart,
But not in other's hearts.
I want to explode,
So full of life.
Blow all the ghosts away,
Past shadows of the winter.
Saturday 14th March 2020 12:45 pm
You are inside me but you are not really in.
I am clenching around you but I am not really close.
Such a paradox.
Saturday 18th January 2020 2:33 am
he says he can feel his heart getting covered with pink strawberry milk
he’s never had strawberry milk before
but he knows i like sucking on the fruit like a child does,
he says he’s falling
and cannot tell if this falling feels like that from a cliff into the oceans
or down a hole in the ground spiraling into nowhere and
he hurts when t...
Tuesday 24th December 2019 7:33 am
Is not mine
But our time
You’ve made your bed in my dreams
I lie in it
this isn’t me
I would part with my skin
If it weren’t attached
And never look back
Each night when I close my eyes for sleep
I see you in my head
Your feet poke out one side of your bed
It makes me giddy for you
I end up crawling in bes...
Thursday 15th August 2019 9:13 am
the second my eyes caught your gaze,
i’ve been consumed with a powerless craze
i saw you.
your knife sits inside me stuck
but the high from this adrenaline rush
i get through.
the two of us in a room:
please don’t leave, i better leave soon
turn me blue.
say my name in conversation
dials up a full body sensation
this is new.
i resent the wo...
Saturday 20th July 2019 3:24 pm
When I was 7 years old, I went with my mother to visit her friend. I heard a dog bark when we knocked on the door. I love doggies! "Where's your doggie?" I asked. "I put him out back. He's an old police dog and isn't used to kids."
"Stay away from him," my mother warned.
Despite her warning, I went in search of the doggie and found him chained to a stake in the ground, head down, dark eyes...
Friday 12th April 2019 4:37 am
I asked If I wrote for you would you read it? I asked if I still had love for you would you need It? All I can think about is when we on that dock had our first kiss, Cupid shot that arrow and did not miss, How will I get through this? When you asked me to leave caused all this pain, Every day we have been apart has driven me insane.
Wednesday 10th January 2018 8:20 pm
There you are,
Near the fairies and mermaids
Yet, never far
Always in my heart
Here I am
Fueled by the memory of your love
I try to appease a untamed desire
Under this cold snowfall
In this absence, we meet in our dreams
With fictional daily routines
Craving for fluffy pillows and white sheets
and hoping for those embraced warm nights
Thursday 16th February 2017 9:36 am
There's so much between us Maybe it's only air I feel the waves Pulses I feel the open sky Wandering, climbing a skeleton. middle-of-the-night conversations getting lost amongst the lights and I want to have time with you I want to know you kindly I fell through time and drowned in space bearing a prayer in my heart known beyond time Sunstained rose frozen earth the quivering...
Monday 9th May 2016 6:02 am
What strange gravities compel you?
Which strong seasons
manipulate the focus of your mind?
What forces are at work
governing your silences and interactions?
What are the properties of magnetic north
that keep you so firmly held there?
Which habits formed into crippling routine
Which once-cradled ambitions did you let burn away?
What hope, was it you had, for all of what you started
Tuesday 6th August 2013 11:09 pm
Of all the chances, of all the places,
of all the people, it has happened.
Lori came along and into my life,
from the darklands of Scotland.
A Scottish Goth into planes,
a real soulmate I’ve found.
Distance will be overcome for in a week
I’ll be with her, at journeys end.
What are the chances? Well, it happened
and for that I’m grateful...
Saturday 7th January 2012 1:56 pm
What happens when a triumph
doesn't ring like titanic trumpets?
Hopes remain Titanic,
exceptional, erroneously erred
and sinking with realisation.
I decapitated depression, deep...
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:25 pm