Poetry Blogs (2017, Melodramatic)
M.C. Newberry on WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) (11 minutes ago)
poemagraphic on WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) (3 hours ago)
John Coopey on WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) (4 hours ago)
Spring was formed in the evening by the residual dew of storms,
When I gandered out the window in the morning,
Looking for you wearing your dress,
With the dreams of a family, I had once had,
I found nothing
In my mind.
Where are you?
I wonder towards old times written in tablets to the tune of women and children,
And I ask,
Where are you about to go and see,...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 7:32 pm
Create the World
How does it look to go about the mountains at dawn?
To watch the sun smothering beneath a breathless sky,
And wander up and down the slopes of what were once avalanches.
It's simply a point of matter,
And fact of being,
So truly to be here with you.
And it's honesty,
The way that the waves crash into boulders
And it's friendship,
The way birds may dangle broken l...
Friday 2nd June 2017 2:52 pm
Green to Grey
I have before seen flowers spruced such to convey meaning,
And I have before been offered a rose,
Of tantalizing beauty.
But I sit here in a meadow of dandelions,
(The weeds of a flower)
For the world had left them unkept.
I do not see tomorrow through the glass made today,
Instead, I watch the moon shift in the sky,
And I pray....
Tuesday 30th May 2017 7:26 am
There's a thing in the woods that I cannot see,
Stood with solid grass-green eyes and rotted teeth,
a willow-thin neck, Contorted.
But oh, how I've seen
but a glance of this thing
- Within my dreams -
Sat beneath an oak and pine tree;
(I’d felt uncertainty).
Now, I feel as though I'm lost,
Lost in the despair of a fated dream,
Watching as the being sits, solid b...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 7:18 am
Spin in your grave,
Oh, spin there where the moon does not shine!
Can’t you see the light seeping deep into your hollow home?
Yet you sit there and ponder how the dirt had once made up your body,
Because oh how the lack of oxygen makes us all feel whole.
Against the wrath of a god,
Comes again the ax of the wind into a tree m...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 7:16 am