Have you ever had to pray for your mum , to die . When I held her in my arms I could hear her sigh . There is nothing left of her body , her mind went years ago . But to see this frail old lady , our tears will always flow . She's been a strength to others, , and brightend up there days . Her laughter so rewarding , there pain just goes away . Please help this poor old lady , and end her days in p...

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Also by Wendy Higson:



To feel as much as i do Once a blessing, Now a painful curse Left desolate, With no one to call When the ones you love the most, Leave you to fall, Without a second thought. You start to realize, Your nothing special, No not at all

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A bad day

A bad day

So I look up at the clouds
And know above 
There are stars
And that there is silence
No cost cutting
Or mental scares

And i’m small
And i want to be 
so lost
you in me

So i look into the clouds 
And know you are not far away

Only a call away

To say it will be better today

(c) David R Mellor 2015

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Also by David R Mellor:

GOD LOVES EVERYTHING | This Life is Scaring The Life Out of Me | Alone | DEATH is shit... | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | EVERYONE’S A KNOBHEAD | You’re so God like (I.S) | STEVEN GERRARD | I Scaled Dungeons This Year |

Madness on The Moon

Madness on the Moon


I dreamt of these people who lived on the moon

Made war with each other and angered too soon

Dropped bombs on each other, their leaders all lied

Paranoia the norm while they plotted and spied

They poisoned their planet to drive bigger cars

It all seemed quite silly, they can’t live on mars!

When someone came homeless they just got ignored

Then they ...

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Also by Ged Thompson:

When I meet her in the night. | Zen it happened | Hearts & Thorns | Disinter | The Train Ride | An Aphorism Of Mystery | One thinks |


from heaven on earth we broke free
we lied in peace under a tree
i told you my dear, we need to keep
exhausted of it, of fog and white sheep

oh breathe in the the gloom
take out the moon
We have yet to reach perfect sea
we have yet to found each other
no darkness blinds
no shinning calms

my heart beats fast
to found its class
to see the stars

take out the rain.
thirsty for help

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Also by someone:

Precious eyes | those who see | unknown | Slaves of The Universe |

Poem A Day For A Year - 30/01/15

Right, I knew there was going to be some negative feedback from the post I did last week about '#meninism'. I knew it was coming and I was going to take it all in good grace because I knew it would be coming. I have just read two comments that were left and, given what has happened tonight, I am really in no mood to take it with good grace. Let's start with the first one, by Anonymous One.


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Also by Christopher Moriarty:

A Poem A Day For A Year - 29/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 28/01/15 | Poem A Day For A Year - 27/01/15 | Poem A Day For A Year - 26/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 25/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year | A Poem A Day For A Year - 23/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 22/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 21/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 20/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 19/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year & Self-Evaluation - 18/01 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 17/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 16/01/15 |


Stare treading at roundabout bites untouched, considering kicks, saying:

"Santa tried a robust brew underneath crunches kindly surfacing."

Somehow, to act rightly brings unlikely, crusty K-mart silence.

Sing to another regal bird? Unintended comments kid, shallowly.

Strength tonight accentuates red breath until common kills slice

swiftly tomorrow's actions. Rediculous, because ugly ...

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Also by Becka Brush:

Math Pt. II |

Amalgomyte (1/30/2015)

It started one drop at a time
sweat, tears, blood -- it didn't matter
to quench the impatient parch of our pop culture.

when the flood came, we were already living 
underneath, we barely noticed, on our own
down here in the abyssal zone.
we barely noticed until the fear came

crushing and collapsing under a sun so far away
we built beath that burning ball of ambivalence
and when when o...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

Autumn Division (1/18/2015) | Inept (1/11/15) | Marlboro's Men (01/09/2015) | Mosaic Meadows (01/08/2015) |

too dead to live too fueled to die burnt and build


I was there that bitter cold day

When Winston Churchill passed my way;

Keeping watch beneath Admiralty Arch,

I breathed to the beat of the funeral march.


About the man no more need be said

Long since called to arms by The Glorious Dead;

But I was there that memorable day

When Winston Churchill passed my way.


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Also by M.C. Newberry:



Deansgate Bridge (first ever reading). Do You Remember Heart and Soul

Recorded at Cuckoo Calling 29/1/15. 

transcripts on earlier blog entries

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The Man Next Door

When first the man next door arrived,

We shook our heads, we rolled our eyes,

With shaven head, tattoos and scars,

The man next door.


As time went by, opinion altered,

Gradually got to know this rugged man,

Always a smile and a shout hello,

The man next door.


If sun did shine, no matter season,

Upon the grass he’d float in beams of light,

His love of catchin...

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Also by Jacqueline Phillips:

The Usual | Book | INSANITY'S BAR | Who Am I? |


There's a duck
In the shadows
But he's breaking out
His boots are heavy
His legs are tired
His wings are
Though his mind
Is intent
And he stares
At the world
His wooden beak
For he is lost
In thought
Or maybe
He has lost
His thoughts
He has travelled
Great distances
Though has no
Where he came from
Or if he is

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Hide and seek | (untitled) | (untitled) | The forest | The fair ground | swarm | Cave people | Paper dolls | The march of the living dead | count down | The perfect murder | Inside out | Like monkeys in the rain | castles that bounce | Marbles | Lying Eyes | Truth and Lies | half an eye | plug hole |

The Master

If there's a job not to be done in a hurry
If a task is best done slower than faster
If time is not of the essence
Then give it to me - for I am “The Master”

Yes, I am the Master of the Art o' Procrastination


If there's a cause to be lost
Or a distraction to be found
If you need a head in Cloud Cuckoo Land
Or ostriched in the ground, then

I am the Master of the Art of Procrasti...

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This girl

Interestingly enough, I was once in love,

counted my blessings, a gift from above.

with each little sound, my praises I'd sing.

I went along for a while, for what would this bring?

Happiness perhaps? Maybe some fun?

Maybe some joy, maybe a son?

A family oh my, now this could get weird,

I hardly now this girl, it's just what I feared.

Pregnant already, we had sex only twice?


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Also by R. L. Fitzpatrick:

The Art of the Clueless | The online dating game |

By chance...

By chance I found you

without realizing it,

when lost in those days of madness and fear


Your presence invades the center of my thoughts;

my eyes turn towards you and stay fixed,

as if I’d had been waiting for you in silence


A clear and simple feeling overwhelms me...

I do not know you; I have not seen you

but feel a growing desire as I approach

every tenth of y...

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Also by Noris Roberts:

But it was so easy to love me... | Remembrance... | I write because... |

love poem

The palm of your hand

Out of nothing but instinct, And luck,

it leaves you in the palm of my hand.

Who need we'd be in like this, i mean fuck,

im in the palm of your hand.

Well our romance is a crime, and our affair is horribly right.

But im hand and hand with you already,

So lets just take our time, make it a hell of a night,

We can make it like counting sand,, just in the palm of your hand.. c;


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Also by @d@m :

(untitled) | F#ck your depression, F#ck your hope. | i dont even know |


I am aware that this place is mainly for Poetry. From what I have come across at least.
I found myself in a sudden state where I wanted to type whatever came to mind. No better place for people to read my writing. I am not looking for comments, I am not looking for feedback. I want a place to write where people don't know who I am. This was the only place I could think of.

Days draw in and out...

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Also by Amelia:

I sleep with violence | Loyal to You. |

Nothing Pure, Unbroken lasts

Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,

The world changes innocence,

It's best to disregard the past.


We're fated to don the cynic's mask

In spite of life's condolences,

Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,


Despite our ill-reaching grasp,

Or self-preserving countenance, 

It's best to disregard the past.


The body decomposes fast,

we lose our precious permanence,


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Also by James Roper:

Grandma | A fall in the Morning |


Sounds of a breaking heart

Sounds of a Breaking Heart

Was it the shattering of the glass?
Or the howling of the wolf?
Was it the crying of the wind?
Or did the rain fall heavier?
The ticking of the clock?
No, sounded more like gunshots to the ear.
The thunder rumbles ever so near
And the river seems to be running wild
Was it the crackling of a blaze?
Or an extinguishing gush of the flames?
Sounds like the break...

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Also by Smash Lee:

This Song | Secret 2 | Secret 1 | Duet | Leave Innocently | Leveled Up | The Big Bang | Her Love | Whispers |

"Night will Fall"

 For those who are alive

To see the British newsreel

And remember the spring of 1945.


The British army entered Bergen-Belsen,

The heart of Germany -

The town of beauty and harmony.

Neat gardens, rich farms, …

All around seemed to have only charms.

English soldiers began to admire the place,

In any case, up to the moment

When they felt the smell.

It looked lik...

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

The Picture | Bile of Crocodile |




Is our childhood a past life? Or a dream?

A place where we left a piece of our soul behind, at the playground, on the swing

A soul left behind, picked up gently by the wind;

&Then I wonder if time steals our innocence, or if its society to blame

&Suddenly nothing was the same.

&The pain, you wouldn’t believe the pain

The pain that lay beneath ...

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A 360 turn

The revolutionary ardent
Bordering on a prophet
For democracy's advent,
Up on grabbing
The rein of power,
With a superb
Acrobatic bent,
For a tyranny
Example set
For political tugs to emulate!

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

To hell I am inured | Old Flame | Come to Ethiopia |

To orator politicians who don't mean what they say

Partly Political Broadcast


Campaign season yet again
Booted, suited women and men
The time of party politics
People delivering rhetoric
Schmoozing, smarmy, politicos
Kiss babies heads, why who knows?
Press all the flesh that they can find
Of people whose views align
Tense photo opportunities
Results in passive immunity 
Scenarios are composed
For those with views juxtaposed

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Also by Chris Briggs:

Writer's Block | Sign Of The Times | Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral | Spirit Of Christmas | Fuck it, I’m indecisive |


Gone Till April

Hope I make the most of my gifts. 

I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago

Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.

Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning

for the top where I oughta be.

Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see

possibly change someone's life.

All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...

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Her parted lips

Folded gently like

the hidden memory

of her smile,

Her parted lips

in silence

said more than

spoken breath.

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

(untitled) | (untitled) | Passe-moi un crayon |



They were young
and cowering in an alley,
fearful for the future,
as sirens screeched
around them.

The sky a molten white
of churning clouds.

Everyone running,
colliding, jostling,
trying to be anywhere
but here.

She turned to him
with moist eyes
and lips the colour
of arterial blood.

When he tilted
her chin upwards
her gaze never left
the yellowing smoke

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Redemption | Broken Doll | Art Attack | Cronos (The Reaper) | Resolution #9 |

end of daysevictionkisslove storymankindnuclear blastrichpixsci-fi


Scurrying like rats in the sewers,
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight.

Tree-climbing tailess monkeys,
Grinning mischievously down you.

An orchestra of laughing, screaming, crying, playing,
With a mad conductor presiding over them.

A football, a skate board, a stone, a stick, a leaf.
Digging in dirt or becoming superheroes.

Ignoring pleas for calm and quiet;
Unwilling to tidy, clea...

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Also by Jernau Morat Gurgeh:

A bag of things |


A Stranger's Smile

Someone, whom I didn’t recognise,

smiled at me today,

a smile that seemed to meet her eyes

as I passed on my way.

And even if of little depth,

a gesture which costs nowt

put a spring into my step,

there can be little doubt

in returning her ready smile

my walk became worthwhile.

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*2 0 1 5*

Depending on where you are I T can be pretty on the outside but then again not.

I dont know how exactly but Ive mangaged to survive.

There are wars but peace lives next door. 

There's hate running amongst I T's grounds but love is always somewhere floating in the air.

It drives me insane how individuals like myself can become so settle

I T took me damn near twenty long  years to STO...

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Also by Starr Steele:

Unfinished Love... |

My Heart Is A Level Crossing

Does your heart stop
when confronted by beauty

Out walking on an autumn evening
a train intersects the low setting sun
crossing a bridge over the swollen river
our worlds' perfection is exposed 
so clearly

And my heart stops
like a level crossing
my heart stops
in that moment

I take a breath
a deeper breath
reeling in that moment
let the beauty in

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Also by Tom:

Ruins | It Feels So Far Away This Evening... | Nocturne | Follow The Raindrops | Artefacts | Blackbird |


From the trench to park bench

My first book of poetry published in paperback. Available on Amazon and all bookshops . http://www.amazon.co.uk/From-The-Trench-Park-Bench/dp/1507602391/ref=cm_sw_em_r_awdcop_eu2Wub095R0JG_tt

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poetry army

The Light of Faith
















I tend to

hide my

faith. I am

afraid of

being criticized.


But do not

follow my example.

Do not hide

your light.


Let your light

of faith shine

bright for all

to see.

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The college years

Enter the pretty young things

With fresh faced blue jeaned legs

Their hair long and blond

Flowing free

Not yet tied back

Tied up

Not yet constrained

By babies, lovers, soft furnishings

Hard decisions and crushed dreams


Their conversation glittering awash

With all there is to do

Bags and coats

Eyes ablaze

With questions, thoughts and ideas

Not for them...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Celebration |


You see, life and death are endlessly in love

Life, hurt from seperation, frequently gives death eternal gifts

Death, lost in passion, takes these gifts and keeps them with her forever



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Also by Summer:

I Saw You |


A sharp inhalation of breath.  Mine.
There!  Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own?  No, I’m fine.
Pressing on.  Carefully.  A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness.  Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything.  Only hear.
Where are the others?  I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...

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The Sermon of Reverend Collier

Drumming across windows
In both of the toilets
Banging could frequently be heard
Dragging chairs under the stairs
In the entrance hall

Thawed in the cheesy music
Leading to the main bar
Twitching across your back
Like a whistle blower
Drowned out by the noise

Over the sticky floors
And watered down lager
Curving into a maze of bodies
Aglow in a series of frantic lights
Sweeping d...

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Love life

The way your hands attach themselves to my body

The way your lips stick to mine

That breif moment we stop and look deep into eachothers eyes

Trying to find forever

Love is mixed

Along with friendship



Together it made a clear view of our future

Take my hand

Take a risk

Lets start off our life

Somewhere new

Repopulate the world

Make it our ow...

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Also by ashley-monet:

silence |


Mountains of Facts

So very many of them,
far beyond, far far beyond,
way beyond
any one individual's ability, 
beyond the capacity of any person
to read, to absorb, to grasp,
to know,
to understand.
Too much, too much
by a mind-boggling margin
as billions of new facts
are created every day.
Fresh mountains are added, whole ranges,
and you and I can manage
to take on board just six or seven
or ...

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Metaphysical musing |

Cold and Broken

-the ramblings of another young girl-


  This empty sky, 

starless and dark,

reminds me of my heart..

and how you left it cold and broken 

and rotting in my chest.


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Also by .L.m.P.:

iloveyou |




                                    When January wind its fist doth shake

                                    And wooden fences tear from their places

                                    When horses start, when cattle shelter take


                                    To the hearth...

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Dead Man Walking Blues

If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.

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Old AgeSpoken Word poetry


Emotions trickle out as two worlds collide


Forces pulling at every muscle

Making you want to smile day in and day out

For the rest of your life

Butterflies beating softly against your stomach

Attempting to escape

Knowing if they build up any longer

He will know of your excitement and overwhelming happiness


There is this funny thing we call fate

A single invisib...

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Also by Caitlyn Olszewski:

The Glimmer |


Their lips meet in a soft kiss 
She touches his face with tenderness 
As he draws her body near, their future from here is very clear 

Forgotten now, the world outside as you can see the passion in their eyes. 
His kisses warm, helped to escalate the firm connection they often debate. 
We have all night so don't go to fast, I want this sensually to last. 
Make love to me, ignite that burni...

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Also by Kate:

Wiccan | What It Takes | Stuck Lonely Girl | The Run | Dissipate | Escape | I do not feel, therefore, I do not fear | To You | What Have You Done? | Beautiful Disaster | Why? | Why? | Affliction | Rapture | Me & You | Your Eyes Won't Let Me Sleep | Sweet Heart | Forbidden Love | Fate | Who Knew | Essence | Changed | When I Was Young | Catch My Breath | Far too long | My blood | Convoluted | Beloved |

Stars of Eros.

The stars under my feet, the white country songs of 
the marble sun morn the western flight in waves and 
white robes and I see the other side with eyes of long 
veils. There in the eastern cave of serene shades the 
musk of Eros lingers in fair springs. O fair maid! O 
little heart! Ever watchful and woeful in the folly of 

I shiver in the starlight. Come, lily dreaming weeping...

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Waiting for Nancy (XVII)

Untraced in the darkness
Of bloodied roses
Over the next two weekends
My footsteps
Launched arrows
At various birthday dos,

Raw from realignment
Copped led
Pretending to be a tram
Ina turmoil of movement

Losing myself
In the acoustics
Of tender fingers
Lost in clenched fists

Polishing words
Falling through dust holes
Bottled up in hazelnut emotions
Of the birth of another re...

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

waiting for Nancy (XVI) | Waiting for Nancy (XV) |

Indian Summer

Indian Summer


An Indian summer in October

A non uniform day in the dirge of dreariness

In you swept unannounced

A hurling hurricane

A sea of calm

A pocket of promises waiting to be unearthed 

You found me in the dearth of my moldy life

You scalpel scraped the pallet clean

Sprouted taste buds where once before lay some withered woes

Alas, you’re an avocado!


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Come back to me...this pain sucks!

I warned you like a giant box of matches...you never listened!

A fire is caught and I am burning down!

Deep down the street...somebody is dying in pain and the world is sound in sleep!!!

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Also by Rims:

Betrayal | Emotions | Tears of Blood |


There was a little old lady,
Cute a button and quiet as a mouse,
Her sky was very dark and shady,
I met her in a red brick house,
She had a complex story,
Not too many words but eyes with much to say,
She told me life will never be hunky-dory,
Her messages are forever with me from today,
There was an articulate man,
Full of wisdom to share as in a circle we sat,
His message made me see...

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No Other Way But In Fantasy

No Other Way But In Fantasy


     My eyes sting as if

Pepper had been sprayed,

The tears warm upon

Cheeks so cold they could almost

Sit comfortably in the cavern

Of Man-kinds world,

     No deed had been done –

No spat with an authority that

Lacks a heart to confess –

But then; we’re all busy

Remembering the lies we have told,

     We’re all keeping


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Also by Noetic-fret!:

One Wall - Two Sides | Sprint |

Sepulchral Body.

I forget how once
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.

Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
 from the  pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
 now barren and prickly
a desert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.

I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination

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