Poetry Blogs (Dec 2017)

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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...

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I fear that

I will vanish

without a trace

as they add

the final date

to the right

of the hyphen.

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Also by Grape:

Indifference |

Home for the holidays

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...

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Forgive but don’t forget me

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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.

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Also by Petal:

World Mental Health Day // October 10th |

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Happy New Year

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.

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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. 

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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 |

Garden of Awareness

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


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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


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...

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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 |

Cheers to the new beginning

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,


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happy new yearlifelovenew beginnings

The tragedy of not getting what you want


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 



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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 |

sweetheart in b flat (12/30/2017)

"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"
Jab cr...

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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) |

Vors sweetheart heavy bag

The oak tree

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...

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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.



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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 |


To love is to suffer

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.

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Also by Myescape:

big hearts |

battlebullyingHeart break


the brightness I knew has opened its wings

taken flight

it's songs



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

I created

is to try stamping out the reasons

for the fault-fires

I ignited.




© Patricia Wilde 31/12...

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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

September ca...

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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 |

Mental Health

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...

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Also by Ria Richardson:

That’s when you find it | Don’t ask me | horseplay |

missed it! damn it!

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 ...

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age of clarification | in the presence of a short arsed ghost | reacquaintance | ohh..its just another murder | defeating the tenebrous | edge of dementia | Harbinger | the hardest road | trade off | following the hullabaloo of the 25th |

Herbicidal Wall Flower

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...

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Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:

Diagnoses |

Lazy Poets

‘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 ...

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Earth's sword

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


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Also by Rich:

Afterwards | Self Certainty |

environmenthuman survivalsurvival

A drop of life

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...

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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...

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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?"

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Also by ray pool:



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(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.




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Also by John Coopey:



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


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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

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Dangling Koan | December's Song | Sia | Love Remains | Missing |

The Art of Changing

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...

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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 |


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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


Mirza Sha...

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lunar unleashed

silvern tendrils

soundlessly infiltrating

dark forest entanglements

their black witch finger movements withheld

abandoned unwoven 

by undulating wind whisperings

absent from this nights dirgeful

macabre Machiavellian ceremony

spectrally emphasised

limping as though lead-footed

through thickly clinging shadow snow

moonlight seeks to reli...

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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 |

It is meant for one


When smiles
From my teeth
You often scan,
Do not  conclusion jump
Posses my heart you can
The former is for all
But the latter
For one!

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Monkey's mentality |

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Brick by Brick

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...

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Auditory Hallucinations

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


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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 |

Still it beats

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...

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When they gave him the Nobel Peace Award

"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 ...

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Also by Sidra Shahid:

Wedding Night - what it will be for me | Ode to my upper eye lid | 'That' girl! | Some Facts About Myself |

Befriending Fear

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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...

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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!


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Also by M.C. Newberry:

THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a seasonal re-post | CHRISTMAS SNOW - Instrumental - recorded by Pete Dymond | THE ENGLISH KNOW | THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS |

Just because...

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!) 

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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. 

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Also by Tyler Newsom:

(untitled) |

The Stranger

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 ...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

The Day Before | Kenny And Arthur |

Lost in the woods

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


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Also by meya:

Blanket |

Xmass (wrap the box)

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Wrap the box

Fold the sox

Hang the decks

Iron yer kecks


Oh Jesus Lord above

bless this land

bestow your love


Merry berry

Jingle cherry

Holly folly

Fill with stuff

Your shopping trolly.


Tommy etc


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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Arms folded | Who holds the pen writes the truth | Suspect |

The end of a week

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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


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The Race

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


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While the Salvation Army Band Played On

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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...

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You will never see how you hurt me

when you can't even tell me you love me;

when you don't feel the same things i do;

when you can't love me like i love you;

when i can't see a sparkle in your eyes everytime you look at me;

when i can't find that smile on your face;

when i can't feel the warmth of your hand on mine;

when i can't feel your kiss on my cheek;

when i can't reme...

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Also by Sarah Lockhart:

Gone |

Every entity seems more beautiful




Every entity seems more beautiful 



I hate being wrong, I hate loving you so much I can’t have you.

I’m running out of ideas thinking how can I get to your heart, how can I make you proud, how can I return the happiness to your life. You make me cry, all your reasons make me cry and you are weak. 


I feel we belong together, I can smell it, I want to feel my fi...

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Also by Alexa Paola:

Metal Boy |

love poemssadness

Butterfly Kisses

Small, subtle, barely there, and ever so slight. 
Were the precious little flutters I felt first tonight.
Faint waves of hello, I am here, feel my touch.
I knew then, my child, I adored you so much.
Ten fingers, ten toes, would you have daddy's eyes?
Would you sleep through the night? Or wake Mama with your cries?
Such questions left unanswered, our time tainted from the start.
But remember...

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Lasting Impressions

First impressions are really important 

Always being at the very forefront 

Of all that we ever think about

envision, imagine, or sometimes doubt

Will they actually be impressed with me?

or am I obsessed with the fears of failing 

Like a boat in the breeze I’m sailing

But water leaks in and I’m bailing

to stay afloat as I need to survive

make an impression and show I’m a...

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Also by Rick Varden:

The Difference a Day Makes | The boy in short trousers | Acts of Human Kindness | SIGNS OF CHRISTMAS | The Loneliness of the long distance shopping trolley | My 12 Days of Christmas |


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We used to raid the freezer

in that dirty garage but cement

and dust made him cough.


His mother was a puritan;

he'd sniff and splutter when upset,

dance defiant on the car roof

then run off to town

giving her two fingers.


Winter mornings across ice,

spitting steamy gobs

through a face-hole in wool

with pale knees shivering

out of coa...

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Also by john short:


Kidnaping Santa Claus

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    Frost rich in the cold
    another change in season
    shifts acoss the lake 
    snow deep in pattered language
    draped across early Christmas Morn
    atomised in shackled light

    Another year looking over the fences
    callng out across the heavens
    decoding the landscape in celberation
    carving ice fillgres on the lake 
    reliving Christmas with a huge smile

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Wish you well this Christmas

with lots and lots of this mus

an orgy lasting all next year

of chocolate cake and ginger beer.

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Just smile, love

For it's a new day.

Bright and warm.

Let it wash away

The stress of yesterday.

Smile, dear one.

Experience the joy

That comes with the evening.

Quiet and pure.

Let the peace fill you.

Smile for there is

No better time to be alive.


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Also by Dakota Steffen:

Saved | Hero | What To Do |




 is not yet an old soul. Such apprenticeship has not yet begun.

Studiously she watches as you cite your second hand wisdom. 

Bested by her innocence,  such familiar nostalgia withers like the thick layer of dust it hides beneath.

Shaken and bruised like brine against an ice cube,  the vermouth of your ideals is poured into an ill fitting glass.

Left feeling dirty you turn to d...

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The Furthest You Can Get

How far down can people get . How far to see the end . The end to all their troubles . How far to let them mend . They say Believe . Believe in What . A kind word hear or have we forgot . How much trouble has been caused . How much trouble when being Abused . How much light to light a fuse . And how much hurt when being accused . When all you have done is love . 

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Merry Christmas to all on write out loud | When The Sun Shines | Grooming Gangs | BELITTLED | The Penine Way | Agression |


Karen into the psychiatrist did go.

" I'm having a problem with my husband called Jo,

He's insane and thinks he's a chick !

Its driving me mad,please do something quick !"


"How long has the problem existed ?"

"A year, to complain I  resisted ."

"Why didn't you bring him in before?"

"To be honest we sold his eggs door to door."


"Methinks you should both remain here...

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Also by hugh:

The Snow |

Losing You

Losing you hit a nerve that I thought could never be hit

pain that can never heal, pain that will never go away 

tears that will never stop, or hurt that will never heal

memories that will never go away 

Losing you made me realize that you was my world

no one could ever take your place

never fill in your shoes

love me like you did

Losing you was an eye opener

knowing lif...

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Maybe I love you

It fills an empty space in my chest I can't congest you made me feel easy no contest 

 My swollen feet can tell the rest

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

Distorted | Breathe | Me too | Lost | New |


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Soothe and joy flow towards,

groping for this thing one,

let the pious wall records,

to live the dream, you have nothing done.

Without any will,

without any toil,

what will be your skill,

for your doting soil.

Verity is clear,

your vision is lost,

triading the sphere,

which is triaded by most.

Heedless are all,

living for win,

planning gameball,

which i...

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She love to fly.. 

She love to climb..

The girl who never cry.. 

Just love to make a rhyme.. 

One day she left her home alone and stuck in the land of butterflies..

That serenity that caught her mind, touch her soul and just passed by.. 

She wonder about her life which is so amazing..

The dreams that she is chasing..

Somehow a bit hazing.. 

But simply amazing.. 

She w...

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A Pint of Christmas Pudding - - - Please

The Oldknow welcomes

festive prolific return 

rampant Stockport poets


Slightly stronger tasting

then pudding ale

Christmas beer available


Smooth and slick

eager eyes sparkled

crowd pleaser started


Mike held high

poetic electric buzz

poetry full volume


Local verdict unanimous

clapping for more

successful night ends


Big thank you


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Stockport Poets W O L tour has started

I Can Be That

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When I close my eyes 

I can picture us and you don't even know what you mean to me 

It's your love that I crave and until you are mine my heart will not behave

So when you let me, I can be that for you 

Giving you a love so pure my heart will be yours and your heart will be mine 

I've had my share of heartbreaks and you've had yours but I wouldn't want to hurt you and bring so much ...

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Where my strangeness
  meets your strangeness, 
a home exists. 

Without walls, absent judgement, 
  there is room only for expression, 
the peeling paint
  of self-discovery.

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My Life

I just want to get this off my chest. I know it’s not poetry but it’s all i’ve got.


I get bullied because i don’t have friends, because i’m pregnant and because i spend all my free time studying and talking to teachers. I find it funny how nobody has ever asked if i chose this for myself.


HA! Like i’d choose this for myself.


No, i’m pregnant because the one person i thought...

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Also by Turtle Rawdon:

The Big Three |


what is worst.....actively letting a friendship die or 

or being "let go". I can't tell you

it is a song that comes on the radio that you used to sing along to.

it's that time you made plans after a long absence and they stood you up.

I don't say a word...for awhile. I lose my patience I need answers. I write a message

to you then I delete it. Then I block you. I CAN'T HANDLE THE AN...

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The words fell

falling like spores 

from the softness of your mouth

Embroidered with ambiguity 

they slip into the now

Woven to the cloth 

As into the world 

the mycelium runs

Through decaying harts

the fabric of love

Corrupting the dream

that ties two worlds to one

So blooms the fungus

Idiosyncrasies of love

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Phoenix | Rumours | Intruder | Poem of a moment | Leaving Ambiguity | beautiful grave |

Xmas Oldknow Success

Thanks to all who took part in the poetry happening at the Oldknow, there was liberal variety and sheer quality throughout.

Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year to all!

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Also by Stockport WoL:

December Collage Poem: Waves | Oldknow Xmas Poster |

Oldknow event


I casually looked up 
from flicking through some book
and saw the way you stood
hell, we'd better look alive
while we've got the time

You met me by The Globe
the whole world waiting with bated breath
"are you in?" you purred
o, I'm in...

For one night only, we blew along the Southbank
I kissed you by the wheel
kissed you deep within the shadows
a thousand lights tied in the trees


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Londonmoonlightone nightthamestransience


the truthful glance you cast upon me exhumed through the concrete of the casket and crushed me into a pulverized valentine's card, the ones smothered with sweet nothings onto a canvas donning a bleeding heart, and it dared to push through to the other side of this cuckoo house nest--the damned rib cage within this punctured chest. draping that valiant heart onto the shoulders of these blessed pall...

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#acronym #idlelove


I am covered in art.

Take a second to let that sink in 


I am covered in the art of words.

They may be hidden on the skin that surrounds my body. 


But they are there. 


I know because I endured the pain it took to etch them across my skin. 


They tell a story. 


They have been created by a range of artists.

Which means that no style or font is the sam...

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Ready for you

I am a firecracker 
Ready to smack ya
If you look in the wrong direction 
Without self correction 

I am a gentle wave 
Always ready to cave
When you look at me with love 
Sent from up above

I am an open ocean 
Ready for any commotion 
When it looks like you can't cope
I'll be your saving rope

I am a fertile field 
Ready to fully yield
When you look green with jealousy 
And suc...

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Also by Alonelymouse:

The shell | In the desolate city of my mind | Integrated | Last resort |

Lost Soul

Plagued by depression
on a blades edge reflecting.
He feel the cold steel caress him
soul peeled from presence now his ghost fill the heavens.
Bereft lady luck so he swigged liquid death,
push needle past flesh to rid evils banish stress.
Demons vanquish men a past hollowed by the pen,
hollow eyed again sparking up the stem
he prophesied at Zen.
Self destructive,
liquor burst the walls o...

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#poem #poetry #emotions #deep #dark

Longest night

I tore down the blinking lights

They’d been put to shame

By the police car’s

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Can I be saved?

Smite me, Lord I do not believe.
Sins of good intentions.

Relieve me, release me redeem me. 

Give me a purpose worth bowing for.
I just need more, let me bleed for bliss.
Lord I am hungry.
Starving for the ignorance you bring, Lord lay your hand on me.

Lead me, I need your light I was never taught to love.
I am blind, Lord give me your sight.

Heed me, I'm unsure if I ...

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Lonnie's First Christmas Pudding

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Okay,  listen up, y’all.

I spent Christmas in England,

And this is what I saw.

They got something called a Christmas Pudding

I don’t know why--it ain’t got no pudding in it at all.

It’s just a big fruity mess

Rotting in fat and alcohol.

First they take dried fruit, sugar, and peelings,

Mix it with some flour, spices, eggs, and brandy,

Add some stuff I can’t remember,


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Awake in a world that is asleep,

Always in a constant fluctuation of chaos,

My spirit seeks balance and peace.


Solitude has become my friend,

For the crowd that is riding the wave has unconsciously become my enemy,

Negativity is toxic.


My energy is prescious,

I must protect it,

Cherish it,

Everyone is not worthy.

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Also by Gabrielle Renee':

Tired |


Battlefield of love

Emotional fortress built with broken stones,
Battle ram rushing a chill down my bones. 
Forecast rain and mist, 
Cutting down my sight, 
Loud cries followed by their echoes,
On this battlefield of love.
Throwing spears and arrows, 
Shaped as yelled sentences,
Directed at my heart,
Even the quiet whispers are able to do their part.

As the gates came crushing, 
You just stood still. 

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Self-defence, class

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Shaking when I walked into his shop,

Thoughts of the beautiful, white Crescent Moon

Lost  in the ebony sky of late November.

Fled like winter sleet melted,

The glint of the knife on that coal black night

The one in the hoodie, with no facial tattoo,

 Lunged forward screaming into thin air:

“Put the fucking money in there!”

So what'd he get? In the blink of an eye?


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Also by John E Marks:




Each day comes and goes, the calendar never lies

On each month it appears, but with a red signal

The moon seems dull, never has it been bright


Nimbus clouds on the sky

The rain is heavy, quite unbearable to be precise

Seems like a tornado, the storm is drowning me

The earthquakes are intense too, what a sleepless night


The inner clouds are slowly shedding off


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What is poetry?


Except gifts of truth

And pieces of minds

All wrapped up in words



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Also by Wardah:

Stormy Weather |

Maria Dominica

Verse 1

The wild winds tear out in the night

As Maria rips the roofs off with all of her might.

Destroying everything she can

Till the people cry out in vain and fright

The rain, then mud it falls and falls

I cannot clear the image out



Gonna take a lot to keep me away from there

There's a lot that 100 men can do

Gonna take some time to make it right again.


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Also by Jack Lillingston:



Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #47 {My Safe Haven}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #47} {My Safe Haven} 



You are my

safe haven as

you wrap me up

into your heroic

? angel arms to

protect me from

all those

trespasser that

trespasses against

me and this is

actually the only

time I feel at

ease with my

freedom and life

with so much

comfort as I

hate it when I

have to leave

this plac...

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Also by Chiari Warrior Soldier:

Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #46 {What Friendship Is} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #45 {One Last Time} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #44 {Just The Way You Are} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #43 {My Sleeping ? Angel Lily} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #42 {Dear Brother} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #41 {His Smile} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #40 {Shh Sleep Tight} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #39 {Alone With My Unknowns} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #38 {She Love's The Cold} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #37 {Multiple Personalities Disorder} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #36 {No Mental illnesses With Chiari} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #35 {I Will Not Live In Fear} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #34 {You'll Never Understand} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #33 {Ignoramus You} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #32 {I Am Holding You} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #31 {The Nerve Of Some People} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #30 {It's Always Been Him} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #29 {Rose's Are Red Poems #5} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #28 {Rose's Are Red Poems #4} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #27 {Rose's Are Red Poems #3} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #26 {Rose's Are Red Poems #2} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #25 {Rose's Are Red Poems #1} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #24 {Unsolved Mysteries} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #23 {Lucifer} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #22 {I Can Do Bad All By Myself} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #21 {Just The Way You Are} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #20 {Every Evening} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #19 {Living Death Traps} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #18 {He Just Don't Realize That I Still Care} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #17 {Can't Sleep At Night} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #16 {I Am All Confused?} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #15 {Hopeless Romantic} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #14 {My Story} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #13 {No Southern Belle's Or Gentleman Far As My Can See} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #12 {White Snow Flakes} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #11{Noiseless Silence} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #10 {One Wish} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #9 {My Shawty} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #8 {What A Typical Man Wants In A Woman?} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #7 {A Story About Me I Will Always Tell It} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #6 {His Rhythm} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #5 {His Lying Eye's} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #4 {No More Love Here} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #3 {When You Are Not Happy} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #2 {Sometimes} | Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #1 {What A Southern Queen Feels} | Flash Backs `N` Nightmares | Satan's Child | How Blessed I Am To Have You | I Do Believe | Once Was His Queen | Drape The Flag Over My Casket | We Stand Army Strong | Time To Move On | Where Does The Time Go To | You Best Let Me Know | What Is Arnold Chiari Malformation Disease | Hey Baby | War Paint | Time | Desirable Lust | Let These Boot's Do The Walking | I Will Not Let You Beat Me Down | In The Big House Now | Keepin` It Country | California~Birmingham Skies | No Guarantees | My Forever Sleeping ? Angel Daughter Lily | Baby No Hand's Needed | She's Trying | The Awaited Love Of A Lifetime | She Misses Him Badly | His Eye's~His Everything | She's Shy | Angry Quote #10 | Conceit And Vanity Quote #1 | His Writing | His Writing | He Was Her Drug Of Choice | He Was Gone With The Wind | I Feel You In My Bones | I'm About To Lose My Mind | Conceit And Vanity Quote #2 | Conceit And Vanity Quote #3 | Hold My Hand | Mad At Myself | With This ? Rose | Choice's | Thug Life Quote/Of Mine #2 | Thug Life Quote/Of Mine #1 | Sometimes You Forget About Yourself | Rare Brain Disease | A Crime Of Loving Him | Black ? Sheep | Mother Earth | How Do I Stop Thinking Of Him? | Bad Luck With Love | Only Love Him | My Juicy Bubble Gum Yum~Yum | His Southern Berry Yum~Yum | I Know You Want Me | Sister's By Blood But Distant By ? Heart | Just A Lick | I Have Listened | Hayloft | Pleasure Me | The Pain | What We Deserve | Sadness Has Stolen My ? Heart | Don't Wait | I Run Away From You | Diseased Brain |

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Albert Lemmon Sees The End.

The world don't end the way y'all think it do.
It ain't no alien invasions, or no world wars or no crap like that. And it ain't no natural disasters or prophecies neither... 
And, it wasn't really all the way over when it seemed to be all over. 
Trust me, the end was only just beginnin'...
Let me tell it how I seen it, again and again. It was 0930 on Monday, July the 4th, in the year 2,067A.D....

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Also by Javis T.:

Breathe. |

By Javis TobiasEnd Of DaysFictionOriginal Short Story




love like a sculptor shapes us all

with skilled and practised hands

smooths a sharpness here, an angle there,

melts edges with tears

cuts away with a ruthless knife

the clay no longer needed

and in time we become

what we never thought we could be

step out of the dark to a braver world

glory in our new found beauty

our crafted strength

and smile at t...

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Last Chance

Last Chance

I took a Fiat Volvo back to 1606.

Raining. Dark.

Shakespeare was coming out the Globe,

full of himself, tragic, a whore on his arm.

‘Get in!’ I shouted.  He ignored me.

‘Right,’ I said; ‘Last chance.’

But the girl he was with gave me the V sign,

carried him off into the shadows.

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Also by Terry Jones:

exchanges | Cast | Collecting Bins at Emily Bronte’s | Lovers By the Ice-Age Tarn | Aubade | Moth-Print Spring | Apparitions | your-hope | Spuds | power company |

Who Will Go Through The Door

Who will say they have no fear?

Who would say they see, as if the door weren't there?

Who will dare?


Who will grab the knob without care?

Who would dare even knock or stare?

When all the signs say beware?


Do not laugh, I am sincere.

Even if you were sin clear.

Making the sign read enter here.


With your life spent trying to prepare.

Watching others go th...

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Also by 220August:

As Dogs Chase Cars | There is comfort in the creaking of the stairs | For the Longings of the Bard’s Vessel’s Vein |

life after death

Brick Wall

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I've built a
wall around

I keep even
my loved ones

They are hurt
and think I
am mad at

No, I just don't
want to bring
them down.

I don't want
to make them
depressed too.

Shirley Smothers


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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Snow | Lucky | Poetry | My Heart |


Depth Charge

Sitting here in semi lucid contemplation
I started thinking about depth perception
So here's my conclusion that you can keep
Depth perception is very, very deep!

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Also by Duncan McKenzie Ross:

Wanted to call this 'F**k You Heroin' or 'From Mirror to Mirror' but decided upon 'No Problem' (I think) | R.T.U. |


She woke up with jitters

Drenched in sweat were her clothes

She didn't know what had happened

Watching all around, into darkness she tore


Something was causing the goosebumps

On her hands and the back of her neck

She chose to ponder around

Ignoring the sirens in her head


"I did have some friends with me

What were their names?"

Her mind was a mess

Was she ...

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Also by Thedarkpoetess:

Would they care? |


What Of Laughter

What of the writings of laughter?

What of the humble ramblings?

The vain attempts to expound something

so small,

so soulful,

they only write what happens after.


What of the thought of laughter?

Of remembering the soul shaking,

of heartwarming,

stomach aching.

Of teary eyes and the best way to lose the quiet game.

They skipped to the next chapter.


What ...

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Also by Sarah Mae:

Sitting in the Stream of Consciousness | Touch | Starting Point | Shapes |

The Maze

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No light is seeping through the cracks

Of a formidable, never-ending maze.

Running, as if from the darkness,

Then tripping— ground meets face.

Surrounded by all the stone walls,

Never finding anything, but a dead end around

     each corner.

Days transition into nights—

An extensive fight, proving to be torture.


Blessed days happen occasionally,

As the sun shines...

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The Doll's smile

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Dolce and beautiful,
Smiling and enchanting,
Alluring the world,
Queen of a kid's heart,
Her smile allures the kid
disappearing the loneliness.

The gorgeous innocent smiling doll

She never complained,
just smiled and smiled,
She was the companion
of Solitude.
She was a friend,
a best friend indeed.
who was a giver
 and just a giver.

She was played with, 
Twisted and rolled, 

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A rain of dreams on the night landscape 

A childhood illusion that yearns to celebrate

the joy of new dawns... 


The warm gesture of friendship

Awakening from a dream that seeks

the miracle in where love is reborn

© Noris Roberts

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Memories of a warmer solstice

Stalking ghosts with horns and hooves

resolve into elderly elms and oaks.

A hundred hungry barking squirrels argue

with the dawn’s reluctant acorns

while damp mist sits cold and earthy

in my chilly nostrils.

I stretch wearily and release my stiff back

finally and gladly from the yew’s hard caress.

I can taste hot pancakes,

sharp bright blueberries

and thick sticky syr...

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Baby Can you hear me.

Baby Can you here me? 

You know I see you 

and you know I know 

and do you think it makes me hate you

and why do you seek comfort 

In places that you are not going to find it

and understanding 

from places of darkness 

Can you hear me 

You were made just as you are 

and there's no need to feel so low 

I'm here and your friend. 

Why can't you see me as so.


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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Star Shower | Baby it's Cold | Love Doesn't | Angel | (untitled) | Realities |

Your words

I am a hunter of words, stalking my prey requires patience and creativity.


Some days I starve, allusive words hide in the forest of my mind, I can only glimpse them, as they rush out of the bushes, blowing on my neck as they fly by.


So imagine my surprise, as a sizeable word lingers, watching me, almost testing me, the eyes say try.


I know now that my pray lives in others, ...

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Also by Luke:

Cyber survival |

views and all that

it might just be you

i don’t know when

i started thinking of this

can’t put a pin in where it all started 

over a year ago, i’d say

maybe you were a charmer and 

maybe i was easily charmed 


you’ve always had a spot 

with me 

a spot if you ever wanted it

can honestly say i would 

drop everything 

to just try us 

to just try what we could be

not majo...

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Burning emotions slow me down

Need to decide which side I'm on

Right or Wrong

To which both i can't hold on

Slipping from reality

Can't seem to find a motivational gravity


Pulled away and I collide

Cleared my head as my heart subsides

In this moment I shall find

Another reason to live this lie


Soon it's over and so I weep

Can't make sense of this endless ...

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Also by Kadin:

Sleep |


Everything hurts
I can't look up 
I can't look down
I am stuck inside

I am stuck behind my walls 
Closed off
I am otherness
never able to fully join in 

I know you won't love me 
So I will never let you even try
I will speak for you
I will act everything out for you
So that you can't really see me 

I am sorry what did you say?
I was busy isolating myself 
I was busy bera...

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Also by Charlotte Colvin:

Written to George Fitzgerald Boxed In |


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I see it close it is going to happen and all the while I will let it go for trying to stop it will roll over me and all of myself will fall and down in through depths of pain and pulling up out and now and again I will fight to push back up through the weight that holds my knees locked away until I will no longer serve a purpose that is a mistake to reach I have to resist and find out why and why ...

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