Poetry Blogs (2017, grief)
Nicola Beckett on The Cost Of Your Hand (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on big lots (5 hours ago)
My eyes fall on the calendar And my heart races… Just two more days… Two more days from the worst of so much and For so many, Not that anyone needs a calendar as a reminder … Our fear is our continuous reminder. As “The” day comes closer, the sadness in our hearts gets deeper… The pain we have torturously endured for a year gets heavier… An almost unbearable weight to carry, “God help us! Has it...
Friday 22nd September 2017 7:29 pm
Wednesdays Lost As “The” day draws nearer Spirits sink lower Fears rise, higher. Not completely sure why, It’s as if we expect something…or “That” to happen again… Anything worse…is impossible! Still so unbelievable _ surreal almost. Two months short of a year And we continue to struggle to grasp the fact_ You’re gone! How do you go about planning an Angel Day…? When you can’t believe… Yet reg...
Friday 22nd September 2017 7:24 pm
Six months, ten days have passed Yet nothing has changed
Time has not started since that April day…
Sadness remains Tears constant
Days remind me of a rollercoaster ride Not one you enjoy…
But the dreaded kind… Where every uncertain second So unkind
One day bearable… The next, a bottomless pit…
Falling, Anger overwhelming Emptiness always …
Sunday 10th September 2017 11:51 am
I live by necessity,
I compromise my desires
for security. Ideals
compromised for base comforts.
I play by rules I believe
to be fundamentally
unfair. I envy the gulls
I lie watching at the coast.
They live by urge - fly here, fly
there - investigate a pile
of seaweed, take off out to
sea to sit and bob for hours.
I envy the fox, living
Friday 8th September 2017 9:20 pm
by : Mirza Sharafat Hussain
Tere janey ke baad hawayein beyqaraar
Khushk aabshar , fizayein sogwaar
To suno meri udaas aankhon ka raaz
Kisi ki yadun me meri aahein girftaar
Ye itna parayapan achanak na guzrey
Tere paas aate hi bahein sharamsaar
Rotey kuch mei ne bhi mangha hai rab se
Pyase labu se meri duayein ashkbaar
Tuesday 29th August 2017 5:20 am
My friends’ son died! There I said it! He didn’t pass away or go home or any of the hundreds of euphemisms that people choose to use, he died, he’s gone and he is never coming back! 353 days,50 Wednesdays after the fact and all still seem so unreal. There is not a day that passes that I wake up and not think…how can this be? How could this happen to her? I cannot stand that she is experiencing t...
Saturday 12th August 2017 7:39 pm
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Friday 11th August 2017 7:16 am
Tearaway kite in the arms of the wind
how a whip cracks, its sail.
Without warning a glistening
fish breached the pliant wave
and all these shed leaves fell to memory.
There I cried for abandoned dreams
unable to gather them all.
Luminous messenger in the breeze
bright frisby passed to and fro
but speeds away now out of sight.
Shades of perpetual motion
the ineffable whir: a bicycle ...
Thursday 23rd March 2017 12:04 am