Poetry Blogs (poems)
John Stamp on CLAIRE STAMP (1 hour ago)
this bizarre plea for that dystopia
dug here with slumber
which might sleep for friendship.
maybe creep and demise passing,
a prayer and an assembly,
me and God in his chamber,
a euphoric chalice
that grasps a spade to dig
but who am I to find such bliss in the anxious ground?
I take a spade and dig
but who am I to find such bliss in the anxious ground?
Friday 24th July 2020 6:52 pm
my days wash up like the shore trying to remember which day I can restore how I could of did something different or maybe its all a enigma whatever my come to be will be I just hope it all works out for me
Monday 13th July 2020 1:21 am
Road by road I turn the car
and travel a phrase to a line,
move a sentence to plural,
then to verse to vent a thought,
but within the limit,
as speeding is futile anyway.
Sunday 31st May 2020 12:03 pm
If only you saw they loved the smoke.
Know it were the shapes frolicking space
forming air they cheerfully choke on,
take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them
swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror
mist this muse with thick saliva
so together they can press lips.
in the dusk where ignorance is shade,
the same as she and he did.
Friday 29th May 2020 4:07 pm
you and your psychedelic phrases
did they plunge from your tailing tongue?
perchance I took breaths from the room,
exhaled, and put them back in your mouth
moving, placing my ear near your lips,
pausing for an air lick near my neck-
lifted eyelids and confusion
so, then the comfort could come
when I would speak your surroundings-
the bed, the door, and the soft sheet...
Friday 29th May 2020 4:04 pm
you crawl yourself forwards
wearing their feet
among spindled legs,
those limbs are anaemic
and cannot amble
the room into a door,
boughs teeming with another’s blood
it’s soft tissue from another’s film,
I follow it now-
see this copied onto
your corpse I might watch,
and see this stranger in the room,
and feel a stranger feign their face,
Friday 29th May 2020 4:02 pm
The Poetic Bond X - calls for submissions - up to four poems on any subject, in any form, and of any length (120 lines in print + weblink).
So far 623 poems from 223 poets have been published in The Poetic Bond Series. The Poets of The Poetic Bond come from all over the globe, from the US to Malaysia, the UK to the Lebanon, with ages ranging from 14 to 86, exploring themes of love, life, age...
Sunday 10th May 2020 11:37 am
direct your gaze skyward.
I see your eyes slip through
lens and the light shoot down,
orbit in your twitching
left to right,
left to right
panning light in soft night,
oxymoron of telescope
gathers perception -your feet-
fall here and your stare there
pinned to the pit of ground,
grate your phrase from fireplace.
put syllables in pen,
Sunday 19th April 2020 9:53 pm
drown in egoism.
how we forget – don’t.
for flicker- shift
this shell ashore,
revive the rolling
carcass and dissect,
drag that black heart
with the colour waves,
vanity that presses
with weight of our bodies-
we sunk like sinking
stripping skin for river,
wrapped with those oars
wallow, watch, wallow,...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 5:31 pm
instances of mesmerizing glimpses vivify and lend clarity into an understanding of soul.
evocation leaves an everlasting mark as two twin flames embark from a space of divine love to create fate
meticulous minds pick a place and time, upon your arrival show a sign that's vital, gravity pulls us in for a kiss as our hearts meet.
my greatest wishes grant admission, a star is born and with t...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 9:05 am
It has become an incorrigible habit
doing this, an innocent addiction
folding ashes to elegies,
pages fluttering to dust
slow parching of the paragraphs,
I consume prose and set it alight,
a morbid obsession,
a novelists jealously
but don’t jump to put it out
cast those ashes,
let them call me
to tacit thoughts that cannot still-
feed my munda...
Wednesday 8th April 2020 4:21 pm
Late at night
Lying in bed
Listening to music
Or a few recorded poems
Reading the latest
I attempt to craft a new one
Or brush up a draft not quite finished
It’s becoming routine
I’ve always been
An undercover poet
Now I’m sharing my words
With my family’s support as an added bonus
Shared are the happenings,
The contests never won,
Saturday 4th April 2020 5:41 pm
occult curriculum, whispers of the ancients, leave for letting out secrets
oil lamp kindling catching flames; shining begotten light from passerbys
in between classes, shifting penrose stairs lead into underlying framework on occasion
halls lined with rooks adjacent and curators searching for a select
rites of secret passageways proclaimed, karma to the dark is just a means to an end
Saturday 4th April 2020 11:11 am
eyes glaring beside
those ticks turn forward
floating in slow air
carried fast by words,
paired with gunshots paced,
in psychotic blood,
past flung like bodies,
those chants that fire hard,
Sunday 15th March 2020 7:55 pm
All too little,
As the Coronavirus
Takes down the world by mistake.
Government officials standing behind gates
As it rains a blood of money
To keep the economy straight.
Waking up the public to a doom
Which is highly frightening
For me and you.
A war with the unseen.
Watching loved ones turning green.
Mortals inflicting pain and death.
Born from the innocent creatu...
Saturday 14th March 2020 8:38 am
Those dulcet shadows
chased my figure,
dancing. a motif,
to end of those pages,
a requiem of endless sobriety
to those euphoric seconds
lost to me.
Tuesday 10th March 2020 8:18 pm
A trestle table set with content and classical elements
places a coven with arenose intent in a safe space
their minds set on causing change—present occurences canvass Mandala by way of effect.
fascicle circuits blitz and singe might-have-beens
washing away strands emblazoned in ever apparentness
accommodating silver lining fringe wherein proper golden ratio leaves
their genus' plant matter ...
Monday 9th March 2020 4:15 pm
Witnessing their eyes glimmer,
as their lacerated heart was bleeding,
trying. I couldn’t pressure ignorance to clot-
blood pulsing while they leered,
the plasma seeping those callous headlines,
exhibiting grief in a page spread
with the hatred that slowly kills.
Monday 2nd March 2020 1:09 pm
Hands crept into the sleeve
as the buttons twisted
the shadow of cultural masculinity-
the callous cataloguing that jolts the collar,
I want to suppress fascination of scrunched stereotypes,
and iron the burns from my skin.
Saturday 29th February 2020 7:04 pm
There’s a connection
A brief flirt
And before you know it
We’re going crazy over each other’s words
The list of reasons confirms you won’t be good for me
But it’ll make for some good poetry
We fool around, lift each other up
Take a drink from the lover’s cup
But watch out,
Don’t get in too deep
Remember this is only for the poetry
We circle around crazy ideas
The two of us in a be...
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:26 am
Those thoughts and minutes
eighteen phrases per sentence
drifts in structure
ending in a full stop.
ink imperfect to hand that writes those letters
unique iteration of every character
to create those precious words.
that might emulate forte
or just mirror
a persona on the crumpled sheets
bound in the acquainted book.
Thursday 27th February 2020 12:14 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
Friday 10th January 2020 3:22 am