Poetry Blogs (terror)
Sometimes I wonder if you ever loved me
I wonder if you ever felt the way I felt for you
Sometimes I wonder why you stayed by my side so long
Why did you watch my light slowly die
And then blamed me when it was all gone
Sometimes I wonder why did you fall in love with someone else when you had somone by your side who gave you all her life who gave you her heart
Then I realize th...
Tuesday 2nd February 2021 4:24 pm
From the land of the wall wishing brave,
where braves are no longer welcome,
or this, our island of explorers
who now wish these sea shores were
fringed with endless rows of closed doors,
have migrated many mantras of woe
fired forth from the business of diplomatic show.
And so, below the same stars
beneath which some mothers starve
- but not ours -
Friday 22nd September 2017 9:34 pm
I was standing in line
at the bakers
queuing for the morning bus
in the hope of a job
I was buying flowers for my love
smoking a cigarette
wondering where the next meal
would come from
I was going to tell the boss to stick it
smiling at the memory of you
feeling the sun on my face
wishing blessings on the day
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 2:11 pm
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
There in the corner of the black beneath my bed
Wednesday 29th April 2015 2:49 pm
Strange hazy shapes in the rainy sky dancing lights in the dark of night,
who knows what it means, what they are?
Impossible accelerations and crazy manoeuvres in a second, no plane can do those.
It is the element of the unknown, so scary and dangerous.
People tell of strange beings coming in the night, of sharp objects and needles and of terrible pain.
Sunday 17th November 2013 7:20 pm
seen through the columns of rising smoke
the intention couldn't be clearer
while the tattooed roads wear the organic stains
as footholds for a memory of fallen phosphor rain
yet more caustic the harvest we reap
from the drone-grown, crone wept bones
even as the stone groves grow over the dead hope of
the pebble eyed children in their dreamless sleep
Tuesday 16th April 2013 9:59 pm
The final victory over terrorism,
As well as over communism,
Leading to expansionism,
We’ll celebrate not after killing
Lenin, Stalin or Osama bin Laden,
But after stopping that bitch who pisses in my garden.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 18th of November, 2011
Friday 18th November 2011 8:54 pm