Poetry Blogs (loneliness)
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Ghazala Lari on Standing at the cross roads between life and death (3 hours ago)
Just five minutes more.
Just five more minutes alone, in the quiet
Before I walk through that door
Return to the noise
And heed the voices.
Just five more minutes
Before I resume my duties
The chores that are never done
The battles that will never be won.
Just five minutes more to call my own
Before I become once more the exclusive property of cha...
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 11:50 pm
When I wonder what's wrong
When I think whats going on
A Voice said 'this is what you did
Not much love exists to feed.
Tides will not change the future
Might just believe it, forever
Believed that the eyes I see
Truth in them will set me free.
Taking a huge dose of the drug
Never know what's beneath the rug
Chemical changes inside me
They will not let me be.
Let me be the free bird fl...
Sunday 15th July 2018 6:18 pm
A memory of a small but unforgettable part of London.
Walking down to Camden Lock
with colour and fizz all around
on a warm August day:
narrow boats, top hats and silk scarves,
old pubs, rent boys, spruikers;
The Regent's dark canal,
people-watchers. Music like jewels.
Such is the raucous silence
Thursday 15th March 2018 4:02 am
Fall on the way side in the afternoon.
I sob now besides the hollow tree,
Your darkened hair recedes into the heavy mist,
Your eyebrows sliver into scattered sunbeams.
Away from me.
Lost in the bitter goodnight,
Hollow in acknowledgment,
The dirt moist from the heavy rain before it.
The image of you flakes,
In my mind,
Saturday 24th February 2018 6:19 am
magic tumbled from his lips as he spoke of love filled promises,
dreaming of the day he'd feel.
empty, he was, the hollowness of his eyes prominent.
he kept his apathy concealed under a veil,
making them believe he felt the opposite.
death, to him, seemed almost.. ideal.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 7:15 pm
MY FRIEND GINNY
You're a nice sensation when you are on my lips
I love to touch you with my fingertips
I like the feeling when you are going down
You say nothing, and you never frown
You're tall, slim and as cool as ice
When you touch my cheek it's very nice
Oh love is blind, yet I can see
You're my favourite G and T
Oh my, my, my, my G and T
How I love you ...
Thursday 4th January 2018 5:50 pm