Poetry Blogs (Jul 2017, love)
Nigel Astell on Disappearing in the midnight air across the meadows (50 minutes ago)
John Coopey on SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE (SHE CAUGHT ME SNIFFING HER PANTS) (1 hour ago)
My hands are patterned by ambitions,
these lines on my skin are wishes,
palms marked like the sky after a shooting star
and shining when they interlace with your fingers,
your skin's wrinkles and crinkles.
The crevices of our skin do not match or meet
the way coloured paths on a map synchronise and intercross,
We are separate pieces of meat
Monday 31st July 2017 2:40 pm
Their hands touched and the room stood still
Genuinely, completely stood dead still
He held her hands tight across the table
Wanting to shout out but he wasn't able
Wanting to shout she's the one I love
Tearing down values he'd long understood
Life is for living with no holding back
Only truly experienced with love in full flame
Not playing the margins in some fake game...
Thursday 27th July 2017 12:53 pm
Pick the petal, then you eat it.
Fields of daisies.
It's a sort of unegotistical monopoly that I crave
Playground fortune telling is a mysterious art that rides on the idealistic concept of opposite chance.
Loves Me Not.
Where I stand now.
Where yellow spiraled arms that reach for love, surround me.
I come to the bubbling surface, that the reach...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 9:57 am
It became the moon above the ashes,
I winded sight of the streams that gushed through the glaciers,
And I wander about their blanket of flowers.
Did the sky become bleak for a reason?
To wander about the broken path within the rotting forest of the mind,
To feel sadness down and witness the flames rise from the oceans,
To sit beneath the stars for the comfort of the dis...
Monday 24th July 2017 5:29 am
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
To be or not to be is the question,
Tired I am of desire deprivation.
Seldom doth the flower bloom,
Drowning down in wordly gloom.
I had the ambition, I had a dream,
Pursue talents with certain gleam.
Alas ! These wishes didn’t last so long,
With power came responsibility along.
Life indeed is not a bed of roses,
Burdens and hurdles society imposes.
Habits and tastes we ought comprom...
Thursday 20th July 2017 7:33 pm
I'm tired of being second best
I'm tired of being the one the world rejects
The husband wanted more so he went with the bridesmaid
& even back in primary I never got picked for the school play
Second best is a journey of progression
Always so close to the prize but then comes life's hard lessons
It seems no matter how much you want it and no matter how hard you try
Monday 17th July 2017 1:14 am
Your sure fire
absolute certainty of journey
route, sustenance, kit,
plans, patterns, foresight,
well thought through reports,
talks on survival skills;
led an expedition into a pit.
Your only hope is,
whilst executing your ideas,
they kept a little something back
to save themselves.
They scramble for air
in hope that there are safer paths.
You sit ...
Sunday 16th July 2017 8:31 am
There was once a man,
charming in the flesh
He fell in love with a woman,
who he described her as a universe with the brightest stars.
She was his dream,
a dream that came close with his reality.
There was once a man,
bewitched with all.
He dare not speak,
for not to ruin all.
He cared for his beloved,
as if she was the heart of it all.
Until he met his dem...
Saturday 15th July 2017 1:30 am
I take a big breath
should I just jump in?
The water might be cold
it may pull me under
I've been here before
got my feet wet
Then I shook my head
It was too scary
Sometimes it feels safer
not to know
But then the curiosity
weights down my heart
So here I go
going to try to jump in
with both feet.
By Lynn Ha...
Monday 10th July 2017 2:45 am
If I could color my world
it would have deep shades of you
Filled with yellow sunshine
and soft blue water
It would have gentle pinks
rosy and sweet
If I could color my world
I would paint free handed
Allowing me to choose the lines
the painting follows
Avoid blacks and browns
they bring frowns
Light and lovely my world would be
lying next to you
In a pool...
Saturday 8th July 2017 5:43 am
Kiss me now I say,
and I promise I won't cry.
Tell me, what do you see?
Do you see this sad soul searching for clues or
do you see someone who has the same soul as yours?
Life is such a wonder,
to live not knowing things and to die for something worth it.
I say now kiss me,
I'm not sure what will happen next.
But I promise is worth it.
Life is such a beauty....
Friday 7th July 2017 2:59 am
rain soaks, creeping cold,
hates the blue of sky.
wishes only for sun.
one night arms held me,
i had all i wanted, quietly.
woke softly for days.
Wednesday 5th July 2017 9:20 am
A warmth in her blossomed,
He made her smile from her heart.
She was too scared to tell him,
So she played the friendship part.
An unknown feeling flourished within,
Her guard unfolded and withered.
He stole her affection like a thief at night,
Replaced with emotions she tried to fight.
The attraction stemmed deeper,
She knew he was a keeper.
Sunday 2nd July 2017 5:11 pm
I will always love you, we softly sighed
As we kissed and left each other's eyes
Friends forever we vowed out loud
Heart beating empty, I left not looking round
Our lives ticked over with neither of us around
Too much lost to ever meet as friends
But such deep feelings can never stay calm
Would things ever change to bring us back around
Time ticks by, daily lives pass on...
Saturday 1st July 2017 9:30 pm