Poetry Blogs (SAD)
It’s a weird feeling.
I try so hard to put on a show
To all of my friends
And my family
I need to be strong.
I don't want pity
I don't want to be a charity case
I’ve always been the person people come to for advice
And I’ve always been there for all my friends
And goddammit, I wish they were there for me
Thursday 9th April 2020 8:27 am
I'm missing my gran
She's my number one fan
I'm missing her chain smoking
The golden oldies she hums to herself so sweet
I'm missing the family anecdotes that make my day complete
I miss her asking me how I'm doing
And is the poetry going alright
I miss her telling me how she won at bingo at the social club
Every Sunday night
I'm missing the person that taught me about Albert and that...
Monday 23rd March 2020 9:41 pm
I hold this flower
In my hand.
Yellow and perfect.
Like European star.
Like my heart
Is bound to this place.
My ear used to different languages,
My nose used to all these smells,
Smells of freedom.
In a continent of so many colours,
And beautiful memories.
I keep this flower alive
As long as I can.
I know it will die
Like the freedom
That leaves us.
Monday 16th March 2020 10:37 pm
Do you ever feel like you're the protagonist of a book?
Where the ending is constantly being rewritten and you're just waiting for the day that it's finally gone through all the edits and gets published?
But what happens if it's a novel that has 7 parts?
You might never even get to read the last written words or get to the final chapter of what you thought was your
Monday 24th February 2020 8:35 am
Broken in tiny pieces
Shattered metaphorical and literally shattered
My soul feels bruised and battered
Years of lost trust finally found over almost a year
Gained in time but lost again through fear
Warned stay clear
All things toxic drugs and beer
Disappointment unspoken but visual
Her eyes are sad she looks miserable
She blames her self they all do
The handful of people who got me thr...
Sunday 2nd February 2020 6:34 am
She was a spectacular tree.
People called her the flame of the forest,
for she was obviously striking, vivid and classy.
I need not narrate the superlative majesty
of the flame – tree, for one time or the other
we have all been breath-taken by her peerless glamor.
What matchless artistry!
I am here to quickly share
my ruminative gloom for that lovely assembly
of flower, leaf and wood, which grandly stood
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 2:44 pm
She woke up dead, yes dead in her heart
She thought they would never ever part
The Wicked man of stone ruined her life
Why did he ask her to be his wife
He knew he already had one tucked away
She tries to cry but she woke up dead today
A bigamist and a sweet girl of twenty three
Signs where there she just didn't want to see
Three week into the marriage a knock on the door
Tuesday 21st January 2020 11:24 pm
Its All Gone - Poem by Marie
There was a time when she lay on the settee legs slightly parted it turned him on
Now at fifty two it does nothing, her magnetic sex appeals gone
There was a time she would look in the mirror and see a sex goddess
Those day are Dead her beauty no more a subject to address
There was a time when wolf whistles made her blush when out in the street
The world ...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 10:57 pm