Poetry Blogs (poem)
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
Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work
my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this flow...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:41 pm
in your essence I sense resplendence
could do no wrong by me, your personably impressioned defendant
your honor is what I strive for
it's why the day turns to night, sun and moon argue back and forth
fight about what's wrong and who's right, tug of war
light bends but doesn't break, shines through the prism, and is perceived in different waves
I met you once but my memory is starting to fade...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:38 pm
For those affected in Hebden Bridge and surrounding areas..
When you look out the windows
To see the flood
And when the clean up begins all is left is mud
When the sun starts to shine through the rain
The Calder valley shall rise again
When businesses are ruined
In just one night
When the damage is permanent
No end in sight
When it's hard to be optimistic
Let me explain:
Wednesday 12th February 2020 9:54 am
3rd generation quarter
With Irish blood
In the world I live in
I hope for more good
But We are surrounded
I hope for the day we end this situation
For all race religion and orientation.
As We are the nation
Controlled by old fashioned traditions
Although they have been transitions
Hatred still gets the last word
And I find that absurd
Sunday 9th February 2020 12:17 pm
Teacher stood Saying Marie converse in verse 😳
Eh said I, This class is hell its the worse
I can't write or talk Petry and all that crap stuff
bugger this I thought I've had just about enough
I went to toilet then ran all way home that day
I hate bloody poetry, not doing it, no way😒
Next day on detention I had to write a verse
I tried saying I was ill, I needed the school nu...
Wednesday 5th February 2020 10:52 pm
Because I wrote it dont judge, its not me
I wrote lots about the killer look i am still free
A poem calls out in my head
I write fast flowing then put it to bed
Any subject i am known to write
From love in an disused mine
To the ups and downs of a swine
Read me enjoy me but please
Its not me, i just like to tease
Enjoy the poem dont take it to heart
As specially ...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 11:07 am
Drowning in the Drought
At times I drip with poetry
The words simply pour out of me
A flow it seems no dam could ever stop
Until, I’m drowning in the drought
A flood of tears and mere self-doubt
That withers, in the barn, my finest crop.
Friday 17th January 2020 6:13 am
Through the cuts of snares, nothing to rest till the evening swallows, these counterband thoughts, so wicked and hollow, that they make my heart full of pulse and out they go and strums the kingdom of never coming down boost, never to be me
so chased by gates that alter the heights, and by memories that sweep, or of a different time, whichever came first, only I was speeding against the horns o...
Friday 3rd January 2020 1:36 pm
Staring into the East
I can see you stumbling back to me.
The stench of oil on your breath like liquor,
blood money lines your pockets like lint.
Terror color codes hang from your eyelids
the same way nooses hung from trees.
Watch the bodies ebb and flow
as they sway in the breeze.
Arms tatted up with childhood images of your
American dreams but
your body has bec...
Friday 3rd January 2020 1:05 am