Poetry Blogs (FreeVerse)
John Coopey on WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) (58 minutes ago)
Tiny toes adorned with painted nails delicately set high above the creased velvet goldmine below. Perched a top the gentle slopes guiding you down to the very heart of her most gracious arch.
My eyes now firmly fixed on the very center of her bend. Soft, tender flesh.
A delightful garden leading down to the very soles of your feet. One hand wrapped around your big toe and the other lifting your ...
Thursday 20th February 2020 7:58 pm
can explain my
coarsened hands made so unsteady
muffled heart beat - louder, heavy
trusting eyes fallen too quickly
an impish grin
Thursday 26th December 2019 3:04 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
Can not be
That is why
Monday 4th November 2019 6:26 pm
Just some more free verse that popped into my head. I think there is something for the sake of art in leaving something as it is etherically 'given' now and then....
Only my pillow knows
Where my mind goes
As I close my eyes
When I wake up
It says Nothing
Look as it lies there
Smug and Plump
It also knows
Where your head goes
When it's not next
Saturday 31st August 2019 4:10 pm