Poetry Blogs (bloody depressing)
Nicola Beckett on Been and Gone (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on Blessed are the lovemakers (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on To a cold soul (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on Deflowered (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on Your Scar (1 hour ago)
Crazy young one
your time is soon to come.
Keep shoving those rails up your pretty perfect snout.
You think your a king,
from the head you boast about.
Your smile woo’s the weak,
followers who prey.
Leaders shy away from you,
your a black sheep, eating dry hay.
Women worship you for your charm,
men beg you for your promise,
You smell of sadness and ...
Thursday 5th April 2018 9:12 am
Surprised how slim you looked, how young,
red cotton briefs that made you look like Sybil Starr,
my room the way it was, the bed half-broken.
I lay, my body rhymed, at last, with yours,
though clothed: the same smooth legs,
same swelling breasts, the same receiving void
between the legs, the origin of worlds,
here, at the end, yours given, mine achieved.
Monday 10th January 2011 9:52 pm