Poetry Blogs (farewell)
Stay with me dont leave me in this dark valley
Lay on my emotions pet them tell them it can all go away
Everytime im sleepless i have images of our times coming and going
Eventually youll walk in that fire and understand the burning
Peoplw will walk in an ember from hell just to find out where your going
Will we fall to our senses and stumble down lonely park drive
I see the s...
Tuesday 19th January 2021 4:21 pm
My love was welded by wit
No woman was ever racier
Yet after my crazy revelation
I was sleeping with a glacier
Some things are best hidden
Dont oblige that need to tell
My regrets forged hot tears
For I saw ice in your farewell
My fault misreading the signs
I felt we'd reached that page
Where we became truly one
Not paper lovers on a stage
Sunday 11th October 2020 11:21 am
There they were beyond the
Railings in broad daylight, flouting
The rules, hundreds of them
Socialising cheek by jowl while
Above ground, as if
Condoning the breach
Sat an older couple on a
Bench having a
Picnic by the looks of it
Sandwiches flask the lot, I
Wondered if they'd been barred from a
Funeral and had come to
Say a deferred farewell before taking
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 11:30 am
Little Annie by the dock
“Goodbye Daddy, sail safe
Here’s your key, I hold the lock”
Saturday 8th September 2018 8:51 am
And just like that, you're gone,
The memories fade away, you're lost,
No matter the action , the consequences are the same.
The thought of you not being here,
The thought of missing you,
Those are concepts I can't wrap around my head.
With fear I live the upcoming days,
Questioning my own existence,
Questioning my own rebellion, I slowly understand what you meant.
Friday 21st April 2017 1:00 pm
By: Ali Taha Alnobani
I'm to leave now
A tall ghost is carrying my bag
A long street is walking behind me
A mad merchant bought my smiles
And no water to renew the dusk
I can't have my step begun
Even if the rain washed my tears
I'm to leave now
Can I have a deep look at your eyes?
Can I take my dreams, your smile
And my dried red rose?...
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:33 pm
My uncle, Gaston,
mum's bro (1-yr apart),
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.
He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.
It was a waiting game
& he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade
Unmindful that he'd had it made.
Friday 8th February 2013 1:00 am
A farewell to two poets that have only just passed on: Sandra Fowler and Sonya Florentino. R.I.P., dear friends.
Yes, I will try to be brave
just like you'd want me to be;
here I am waiting on shared memory:
Dear old friend, where might you be?
And where is it that we have arrived:
now we're quickly fading into oft-turned pages
that lay dog-...
Thursday 29th November 2012 1:35 pm
I am but the mottled bark
of a tree once firmly rooted,
peeled from its stately trunk
and within my hollow carapace
echoes an inert drumbeat
that keeps the cadence for
a march of ornate trappings
soon and sooner still, one day
this crepuscular orphelin song
resonant in its languid longing
shall surge with the rising tide
the sound of its condescencion
as it strikes th...
Sunday 25th November 2012 2:54 pm