Poetry Blogs (Dec 2017)
My bum is sore
imagination no more
I try and try
but only can sigh
for no words fall on my paper
I sit and sit and twittle my thumbs
swaying my chair side to side
I use to be funny
and quick witted
words rolling off my tongue
dripping onto my page
This evening my mind is a blank
not sure who to thank
for the empiness of my brai...
Sunday 31st December 2017 9:20 pm
I fear that
I will vanish
without a trace
as they add
the final date
to the right
of the hyphen.
Sunday 31st December 2017 8:50 pm
Also by Grape:Indifference |
Homecoming over white hills, blue waters
Inhale cool fresh air, exhale slowly to remember the sensation
Warm embraces from family and friends
Wood stove heat warms me to core, comforting blanket
View of the ocean, littered with sea ice waiting to form
Fishing boats resting for long winter ahead
Visits with old friends, laughter over coffee and sweets
Reminiscing, old times and...
Sunday 31st December 2017 7:37 pm
I don’t want to be a bad memory,
so here I am, saying sorry,
for the things I’ve done that could possibly have hurt you;
with everything I say or done,
I hope you forgive me
before the sun sets and
hope you’ll remember me
as a good memory when the sun rises.
Sunday 31st December 2017 6:32 pm
Also by Petal:World Mental Health Day // October 10th |
Now the end of December is here,
So I’ll toast you, my friends, with a beer,
Then I’ll scribble a rhyme,
While I have a good time,
And I’ll wish you a happy New Year.
Sunday 31st December 2017 5:55 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Seasonal Speculations | Tension | Summer, Sheephaven Bay |
here we are now
our intentions finely shaped
two talking about nothing but love
both needing not of second thoughts
goodbyes disposed of forever
knowing our exchanges of truth have been moulded perfectly
having nothing to do with mortality
having everything to do with immortality.
Sunday 31st December 2017 5:23 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:greenhouse guilt | Bang! goes my chance | boozer loser | at the gate of grief with dead flowers in her hand | art of giving a present without paying for it | revitalised | putting fear to flight |
Let me invite you to the wonders
Of my Soul where you can rest
In the garden of Awareness
bringing fresh aroma to aliveness
I watching the day passing by
Drinking the cup of Joy
With two spoons of happiness
I got some alleys of Peace
Where I like to spend some time
And then flowers of the bliss
Mmmm they smell so beautiful
On the middle of my garden
Sunday 31st December 2017 4:40 pm
Also by Artur Hulboj:True desire | SoulMate | What is it? | The road of self discover... | Healing Heart | Wisdom... | Road of love | Lighting | Mother Earth | Trust | Cycle of life |
A New Vision
A new vision for a new time, a new episode, a new year
for the future is full of uncertainty mingled with hope
We face it with a sense of expectancy
hopeful yet daunting in an immense complexity
Energy, wisdom with a strong sense of purpose
are required to embrace the unknown
We approach a mist, a maze, an entanglement
it is from within, our inner sel...
Sunday 31st December 2017 4:32 pm
Also by keith jeffries:There is no Shangri-la | Friendship | Out of Darkness into Enlightenment | The Cauldron | The Bus Station | Disquietude | The Gay Manta Ray |
Let's raise our glasses,
As we bring in the new year.
Allow the positive vibes to consume you,
Like alcohol running through your veins.
Kiss your partner,
Show them the love you feel.
Hug family and friends,
Wish them the best.
Let's give cheers to the new beginnings.
Every moment you have in life.
Cherish your loved ones,
Sunday 31st December 2017 2:20 pm
borrowing the time you want now
taking more space than allowed
heart beats faster at the thought
there’s more to be had out in front
making a criminal duo in bed
never enough minutes left
sand runs out between our toes
something in our hearts scream "go"
to the exhibition with our name on it
glimpsing ourselves in the moment
Sunday 31st December 2017 2:05 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Resonances | The Late Cretinous Period | my upfall | The Show | I was the wife | Vantage Point | 13 Forever | The ghost of what I want | Specific Gravities | Today's Doodle | shyness | Shredded Wheat | Sensory Inventory | Saved by Imagination | Vertical World | Plants and Cats | Of Course | Nuanced | Reset Button |
"bang bang bang"
Vors mouthed this under his breath with every hit to the heavy bag.
Jab jab cross, chasing and following lines with his eyes, snap-raising a forearm check between an exterior triangular step.
"Bang Bang bang"
His aching bones creaking and stiffening, hardening and softening like the bows of a great ship, destined overseas, long ambivalent to pain.
"Bang bang bang"
Sunday 31st December 2017 12:35 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:transcendence (12/30/2017) | Shornschu (12/28/2017) | "write about being neurotic" (12/14/2017) | lead III (12/12/2017) | consumption (12/01/2017) | being like them (12/06/2017) |
A misshapen old man
that barred our way to school.
We would sidle past, caps over our eyes,
the aged oak in Greenfield Avenue,
so wide the path went round it;
startling, lurid growths
broke away from its crevices,
crumbling at a touch.
Aware of beauty, we gathered
cobwebs, glistening with dew
and sunlight, netting them as gleaming fish
in rock pools, with bent...
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:53 am
My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.
"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.
On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:44 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Time and Windows | Stone Poem | Winter Town | Slow Train to Freedom | every word | Dream River | Moon Pool | Stone of Love | Water Street |
A dream of ageing rings through Boxing Day
and pulls a biro gizmo from my crown,
two cosmetic teeth are out, lower front,
and consternation frowns the mirror view,
they can’t be tweezered back in place, I’ve found
another molar’s gone, dislodged, won’t glue
with paste: these precarious auguries
of doom. The dignity of dentistry
leaves me behind, delving portals of my mouth,
brown teeth, f...
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:32 am
His words twist into my heart, in bold letters they tear me apart, leaving my eyes bright and green, I can't hold back the tears, I'm not trying to fight, expressing my feelings is damaging, he takes it wrong and here comes the sting, I guess love isn't meant for me, no matter how sweet I can be.
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:30 am
Also by Myescape:big hearts |
the brightness I knew has opened its wings
both were holy to me
all they were live elsewhere
I don't why or the wherefore
all I can do
is to try killing the doubts
is to try stamping out the reasons
for the fault-fires
© Patricia Wilde 31/12...
Sunday 31st December 2017 10:10 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:sleepless sentinels | Black Cat/Black mind | DEATHMODE (typical constant thoughts of an old fart) | Face changer | dull person |
Last year at this moment, I had resolution
To post as much poems as the monthly said days
It was going for broke, ambitious in a haze
Without fear I started for this execution
Some poems came quickly, some lingered in my head
Some news helped my content, the President is numb
Some were of fantasy, some were worth daily scrum
But all in all for fun, eight months covering spread
Sunday 31st December 2017 5:09 am
Also by Louis Audet:The solo act | Remember | Drift away | Steam Whistle | Find peace | Swimmingly | Big Red Suit | Kidding aside | Mr Right | Nervousness | The fun night | Ancestral | The holiday party | Lesson learned | Deflowering | The calendar | Where does it end? | Reconnection | The bartender | Deal Breaker | Holiday Cheer | Stronger united | Writing Holiday | Dancing Queen | Control at work | The movement | First dates | Black Dress | Morning wake-up | The gym |
Darkness doesn’t pass it just becomes different fragments of light Maybe over minutes, hours or days it can seem bright. As I sit twisting my short hair around my finger wondering if 4 days unwashed is a concern If the clothes I’ve not cleaned, that I sit in, does it really matter?
I can raise a smile yet a tear falls quicker, overflowing my eye lashes, warm on my cheek, never alone as anothe...
Sunday 31st December 2017 12:04 am
Also by Ria Richardson:That’s when you find it | Don’t ask me | horseplay |
I couldn't believe it!
when she text me about it
'I've seen it again! (her words)
it made me annoyed to think that I'd not seen it!
because the way she described it and what it had done
made it sound amazing!
you should have seen it! she went on
and it only lasted for a few minutes but while it was here
it did a strange dance and it sang a strange song
so did you take a ...
Saturday 30th December 2017 8:32 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:age of clarification | in the presence of a short arsed ghost | Lennon's old wheels | reacquaintance | sympathy for the devil | ohh..its just another murder | defeating the tenebrous | edge of dementia | Harbinger | the hardest road | trade off | following the hullabaloo of the 25th |
She is not special or different.
Her delicacy goes unnoticed.
Cowering behind a mass of earth,
aching down to her roots.
She wants to be loved
To be watered with the most basic of liquids
but she is not special
No, she is not different.
She has only enough energy to crack the seed.
To let those shoots of intention reach into the dirt
Lifting her green fingers int...
Saturday 30th December 2017 2:08 pm
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Diagnoses |
‘Most poets are just lazy prose-writers’,
Said William Burroughs.
The cheek of it! Though he did say that T S Eliot was
Impressive as a lecturer. He had found that at Harvard.
And of course they did both come from St Louis.
He expressed no view of Ezra Pound though.
Hadn’t really read him, he professed.
Lazy prose-writers indeed! Of course, he always liked
To express dissent from commonly ...
Saturday 30th December 2017 1:05 pm
Legal tender accepted everywhere there are civil writs advocating kill them all,
Teachers faced with low pay, and little kids then chanting, "Build a wall!"
Miniature mediators aren't going to offend them here but still he's a beaten bitch,
Any dipshit can prop up a fence boys, but it takes an engineer to build a decent bridge.
The gods of old shall prod the cold cuts on the stone...
Saturday 30th December 2017 12:37 pm
Also by Big Sal:Holes in the Ground | Wish in Another | Tickle That Ivory | Idle Hands Occupy | I Don't Do Open Mics |
Earth is a curious place. Sunrise evokes awe
in those who watch a day’s waking hour. To survive
that day, or consecutive days, we’re totally
reliant upon our ingenuity and
the society we’ve built. Were it not for our
technology, logistics and planning, many
of us would not be here. Earth’s beauty hides this harsh,
double edged sword. Something so beautiful can be
Saturday 30th December 2017 9:13 am
Also by Rich:Afterwards | Self Certainty |
I was in search of a smile..
A smile coming all the way from a true heart..
I was looking for that heart warming stare...
A stare that would shiver the whole of me with the paint of love...
I was in need of a caring touch..
A touch that could quench my thirst for a mother's love....
I was looking for a pure heart...
A heart even holy than the heaven above...
I saw decades pas...
Saturday 30th December 2017 4:52 am
Also by Shruti:The Ray of hope | The Light | Hope still exists | The eternal wait | Chat with my bestie | "Strong" that's me | "Women" | Let that go.. | My daughter | My thoughts and me | The wait | Paralyzed | Haunting Guilt | Hidden Strength | Dreams | Distance | Knotted again | Set her free | The conqueror | Departure | Anatomy of a female life | Sleepless | Arrest | Past once again | Perfection(expectation vs reality) | A Rebirth | The offense | The Unsolved mystery | The journey to a woman's heart | The Breakthrough | A flashback |
He’s big, He’s old, He’s rather bold, on his arms his muscles have dropped instead of being up on top. His scars are there for all to see, marks of hardship in his history.
His children see dad, his grandchildren see nothing, a bald headed old man that once was something, he stood on one whilst swinging at another, back to back with his hard arsed brother.
One day on a dark winter night, a...
Saturday 30th December 2017 12:55 am
Also by PatricioLG:Alarm | ALARM | Rana Plaza | Homeless |
Coat hangers queue like question marks
waiting for answers -
asking why they have no shoulders to cry on,
no clothes to rely on.
"Perhaps," they might say, " our owners have
left us on the dead rail;
but why O why did they go away?"
Friday 29th December 2017 9:53 pm
Also by ray pool:SCHOOL PHOTOS | I'M WORRIED ABOUT THE PRESENTS | SOUNDS OF CHRISTMAS | TURNER PAGE | TWINKLE TWINKLE | HEADS AND TALES | STEAM DREAMS | THE LAST NOEL |
(Does this complete my miscellany of Christmas Brexit songs? Wait and see)
I’m dreaming of a hard Brexit
So we can make Great Britain great
Then the British nation
Can halt immigration
And send the Polacks back. But wait!
My dreaming of a hard Brexit
Has now been stuffed by Mrs May
She has blown Hard Brexit away
Cos the Poles and all others now can stay.
Friday 29th December 2017 7:04 pm
Also by John Coopey:HATS OFF TO HARRY | SANTA KRAMPUS | "WE THREE THINGS" | "WRECK IT ALL WITH BREXIT FOLLY" | SEX 'N' DRUGS 'N' ROCK 'N' ROLL | GOD BLESS YE MERRIE BREXIT MEN | TOGETHER | IT'S LOUSY ROTTEN CHRISTMAS TIME AGAIN |
I've done bad things
I have the proof
I've told some lies
To hide the truth
I've made some wounds
On another's mind
I've played the devil
I've been unkind
I've done some wrong
As the years went by
I've made people angry
I've made people cry
And the reason you ask?
Well only I know
Im different now
And so it goes
I'll be peaceful and kind...
Friday 29th December 2017 2:20 pm
Everybody knows it is best
stand still quiet while the rainbow lasts
seeing all times rapt in a moment
being slow to jump
to the latest distraction
from lines drawn out of fashion
everybody eventually retrieves
perfectly good heartbeats
long buried amongst all that's fit to dump
Friday 29th December 2017 1:31 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Modern Interpretation | Dangling Koan | December's Song | Sia | Love Remains | Missing |
I'mma start giving positivity out like Oprah
So you can sit down
And do nothing with your life
But I'm going to change the world
I don't regret anything
To regret means
That you didn't learn anything
From that problem
I've been in this dark gloomy glaze for too long
Stop being scared of change
So let's start over again see the world
I've become too comfortable
With being depress...
Friday 29th December 2017 1:00 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:12/28/16 | Finite | Man in the Mirror | Ouija | Words of The Waiting Man | Morning Coffee | Stay For Awhile | Disconnection | 5 days | Untitled | I'm Kind of Drunk | One Side of A Coin | Mental Illness |
Me ne mujh sa kayir, beywafa paya koyi nai
Sharafat! Teri izzat abhi tak khoyi nai
Tu ley aa usey ke dhar uska khula hai abhi
Shayad uski aankhein abhi tak royi nai
Har jhapakti palak me ye bheegha pan
Meri aankhein to furqat se soyi nai
Sharafat, is roz to umeed bhi na yi bhar
Tere dhar se aaj bhi guzra koyi nai
Friday 29th December 2017 12:12 pm
dark forest entanglements
their black witch finger movements withheld
by undulating wind whisperings
absent from this nights dirgeful
macabre Machiavellian ceremony
limping as though lead-footed
through thickly clinging shadow snow
moonlight seeks to reli...
Friday 29th December 2017 11:49 am
Also by Rose Casserley:somebody like Joan Collins for example | Goodbye to lull-a-bye Road | shroud | surely not till the thin lady sings? | Mister Twister | always the same number of chairs (for all those in admin and all those who have supported me in 2017) | while bar propping | R&R | an uplifting | gallimaufries | passing the vets | jeez mum! stop wearing teenagers clothes! | to the hosts of wisdom's past |
From my teeth
You often scan,
Do not conclusion jump
Posses my heart you can
The former is for all
But the latter
Friday 29th December 2017 10:46 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Monkey's mentality |
Christmas, a burst of joy like a 100 meters mens Olympic final
the annual false start for peace
an explosion of energy for the excitement of all
when the lines crossed its magic ceased
Christmas, is like putting a mask on a mask
would it not be better stripped down than dressed
in this noisy world of limited plenty
where the blessed bestow the blessed
Friday 29th December 2017 9:28 am
Also by Wolfgar:Silent nights | At Blankenese | When darkness falls | Not televised | How many Christmas trees | Dead Man | Hallucinogens and Conversions (how junkies find god) | Limp Biscuit | Death Message | Between Bells |
As Trump prototype walls are assessed and my back garden wall remains work in progress, penned this little poem....
Brick by Brick
I got some bricks, cement and sand
With water, trowel, a plotting line.
Thought of how to turn my hand
To leave a symbol of something fine.
I had my patch, could build so tall,
Keep to myself my piece of space.
I could build a monstrous wa...
Thursday 28th December 2017 7:12 pm
Her galaxy is speckled with wormholes
Bridging throughout her universe
Cosmic energy flows to and from
Relaying messages within it’s radio waves
Thoughts, feelings, memories, ideas
Full conversations that only she can hear
Believing that they are really there
Believing in the possibility
Needing to believe
A source of comfort is all it is
So that when she is ready
Thursday 28th December 2017 7:04 pm
Also by Miranda Fegan:Familiar Feelings | A New Day (A 4am Prose) | Unnamed WIP | Daily Battle | Specifically, Then, Why? | Losing Myself | Everything Has Changed | Hindrance | (untitled) | Golden Brown | Bubbles | Used Art | Snow Day | Who Am I? | Unnamed | Existence is Fatal | Why Do I Stay? | Renewed (Soon) | Silence |
To a heart to another heart
Even if we stay apart
Please don't stop beating ever
Remember me in every rhyme
For my heart still beats for you
Your the only one it longs to hear
Even if a storm stops me in my path
Makes it hard even for me to breathe
Still let it beat hard
Remember me for a little more while
Till all darkness grasp me from my sight
It will st...
Thursday 28th December 2017 5:06 pm
"The first coloured president of the super power of the world"
The headline of every newspaper around, proudly said these words.
I wasn't sensible enough at the time to actually read between the lines
But I thought that this was supposed to be good, the world was finally moving to the right side!
But now I know that there are two sides of a coin,
The head and the tail are opposites ...
Thursday 28th December 2017 10:09 am
Also by Sidra Shahid:Wedding Night - what it will be for me | Ode to my upper eye lid | 'That' girl! | Some Facts About Myself |
Fear comes in different forms.
Fear of love.
Fear of pain.
Fear of failure.
One day you overcome it like a true Olympian. Another day, it arrives on your doorstep ringing the bell unceasingly until it deafens your ears.
Fear of attraction.
Fear of lust.
Fear of judgment.
And you never want to hear it again. You hide. You run away. Beneath the sheets of a stifling world. Behind the curtains...
Thursday 28th December 2017 6:01 am
Lungs empty their forlorn warmth
Thursday 28th December 2017 12:50 am
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Scheme of Things | Haiku: Silenced | Haiku: Inspiration | Wild Insomnia |
As the New Year arrives for us to greet,
Keep this resolution in your mind:
With the ongoing opportunities we will meet...
Whenever we can - let us be KIND!
Wednesday 27th December 2017 4:15 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a seasonal re-post | POSITIVE THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS:year old..spirit young! | THE ENGLISH KNOW | THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS |
Just because they had a fight,
Just because that couple couldn't get along,
Just because he had a big mouth,
Just because he couldn't stop,
This is how things are now,
The way things always were,
The way things always will be.
(This short poem explains how certain things/events may shape one's future...the future that has already been determined...by one's kismet!)
Wednesday 27th December 2017 6:09 am
From me to you and vice versa
Between you and I
There are things that need to flow
That thing is Love
Love is attention, empathy,
An occasional Sympathy
In my perfect world,
I feel full of love, for you and the world,
My perfect world is a superconductor
It can only contain the free-flowing electrons
Those electrons are love
The real world is a semiconductor
Wednesday 27th December 2017 4:13 am
Also by Eugene Ahn:Brands & Symbols |
Like the young my wonder is lit afresh
As I caress the passing trees untouched.
Howbeit with speed and force we are set,
the loose portraits weave a comfort so plush.
Tuesday 26th December 2017 8:53 pm
Also by Tyler Newsom:(untitled) |
I looked out of the window early
There was a man in the garden opposite,
A stranger, tall, bulky, strong looking.
Wearing a Liam Gallagher parka and faded blue jeans.
Up early, maybe on a burglary because they've gone away for Christmas.
Maybe a serious gas leak or some other Xmas drama.
Then he bends down, bowls with milk, cat food, feeding the cat.
In the drizzling rain, in ...
Tuesday 26th December 2017 5:16 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Day Before | Kenny And Arthur |
As i walk through the path that i saw
A light had lead me to somewhere i don't know
I tried to be strong and i kept walking
The light is slowly fading and darkness flowed
I felt loneliness. And Sorrow
The light that i followed abandonned me
I kept walking, i felt cold
I passed to a crowed
They saw me trembling
But no one cared
Tuesday 26th December 2017 3:39 pm
Also by meya:Blanket |
Wrap the box
Fold the sox
Hang the decks
Iron yer kecks
Oh Jesus Lord above
bless this land
bestow your love
Fill with stuff
Your shopping trolly.
Monday 25th December 2017 5:22 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Arms folded | Who holds the pen writes the truth | Suspect |
The light from the bed-stand lamp shone onto your hair
It was a wheat field at sunset, it was an empty clay field in New Mexico
With its saturated yellows, blacks and reds. I brushed my fingers across the plain.
I felt the grain brush and twist between my fingers.
You pushed your back closer to my chest and sighed happiness
And I continued to memorize every detail of the moment...
Sunday 24th December 2017 6:11 pm
So here we are, all done
At the finish line of a race hard run
A race that no one would ever choose
But once in, one that we just couldn’t lose
Never alone along the way
Always together, in step, come what may
A journey to discover what’s real in life
To realise what we’re truly all about
What we’re made of as man and wife
What shapes our hearts, shapes our souls
Sunday 24th December 2017 10:44 am
While the Salvation Army Band Played On
It could have been the 1870s
You’d be forgiven
For thinking it was a different time,
Hymns and carols playing
While the poor folk wait in line
While we rush around Christmas shopping
Wrapped up in our
'Not a minute to spare' lives,
Those who have little or nothing
Cower in doorways out of sight
No feeling of Christmas spirit
No festive che...
Sunday 24th December 2017 6:55 am