Poetry Blogs (Jan 2008)
Taken by the heartless kiss
Hurt by lies spoken held under sheets
filled with deciet now a painful memory
soon sealed with a heartless kiss
put beneith the rubble
in search of such
truth once thought found
Broken by loss left behind
searching where right turned wrong
a love tainted by the unwilling touch
that had once graced thy brow
soon discovered the broken heart
left aside next ...
Thursday 31st January 2008 10:17 am
This is a poem about my first trip to poland. I took a train from Warsaw to Torun (The birth place of Nicolaus Copernicus ) I was totally amased by the trains, they were like those in Agatha Christie stories. It just occured to me that the sound of the old fashioned steam train was like the word "Torun". So, say the name Torun like the chugging of a train. Insted of da.da.da.da....da.da.da.da....i...
Wednesday 30th January 2008 12:19 am
Also by Lenford White:200 years on |
to be nice and clean
inside a latrine
is not the way it should have been
to wipe ones underneath
with a leaf
beneath a tree
is to be truly free
Tuesday 29th January 2008 12:36 pm
Because we are human
Stifled by time
Long and drawn out -
Well over due
It happens to many -
We see few.
Because we are human…
Setting goals, making plans
Paying bills; following demands.
Because we are human…
Reaching out, falling down
Some are saved; whilst others’ drown.
Because we are human…
Crossing oceans or
Leaning over the fen...
Monday 28th January 2008 8:08 pm
Also by Belinda:'Donald' |
is as sweet
as a red, red rose,
and its thorns
are even gentle
against my hand.
Soft kisses of rain
fall upon each petal
as I walk away,
holding your memory
within my hands.
Kicking aside the wet earth,
I look for the spot
to place this flower
for all the world to see,
for your memory
to be forever
as the life
that you brought with you
into this world,
by so much tragedy.
Monday 28th January 2008 4:19 am
There are days when we toy with innocence
There are days when wear despair as our clothes
Days when we truly open our eyes
Days when we want to keep them closed
Days when we have to restrain the pain from our hearts
and there are days when that pain departs
days when we feel loved in the morning when we wake
and days when we feel so far away from that love
that we just have to hold on and...
Saturday 26th January 2008 10:26 am
Also by Daniel Hooks:warning!!! | I held you like a diamond in my hands | Darwin's Daughter | A computer virus called love | The hourglass | word play |
Love is like the first crocus flower in spring
Hinting on what lies beneath and what new love can bring
Love is feeling the warmth, the caress of gentle breeze
Holding hands, looking into adoring eyes, kiss me please
Love is trust in a special someone to cradle your emotion
To break your valentine heart being the furthest notion
Love is the sun melting at its union with the land
Saturday 26th January 2008 10:19 am
Also by Phil Golding:A feast for your eyes | Love messes your mind | Realms of Reality | It's Criminal | I vow to thee | Loves Lies Bleeding | ‘ing | Controlled by my Feet |
The dark had gone from the night
it was a sky bright as hailstones
grinding together. The food he ate
was grey, water black, his shadow
stood away from him at every angle.
He ate and ate to find something with colour
like taste had.
Then vomited darkness.
He ran and ran away from that place –
the empty sky inside him -
the thoughts that lit up just darkness –
he ran and ran from...
Friday 25th January 2008 9:23 pm
A seven grand nose,
anti gravity boobs,
and an arse as pert
as J lo's.
She played the field
and loved to yield
to a big wad,
or hot hunk.
Fickle, she rejected
those, who lacked
what she expected.
Until her it was,
neglected and alone.
Soon she's back in clover
with a startling new makeover
and bee sting lips all pouting,
up and down.
She played ...
Friday 25th January 2008 4:10 pm
Also by Malpoet:Time | City | Australian Wedding | A Sonnet to Lionpig | A Right Charlie | Andy | Alone in the Garden | Ali | A Lefty's Revenge | A Good Age |
I watched you leaf through the cumulus of yesterdays thoughts,
There`s a happiness missing as the smile plays truant,
Your mind crawls between the web dust and into the
cosy corner of books,
An implacable eye seeks the details in the emptiness of pages,
The stars will explain a bit of mystery for you,
Drifting into-the-wide-blue-yonder the wind throw`s
torn pieces from a dr...
Wednesday 23rd January 2008 2:37 pm
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:Ocean poem |