Poetry Blogs (May 2018)
Years ago I was impulsive and easily led
A shopping spree when I bought up everything in sight
I was obsessed with the need to possess
to have and own more despite the cost
Sales drew me like a magnet of desire
I rummaged to find style and size together
My wardrobe and bookcase creaked under an excessive weight
When back indoors with my latest booty...
Thursday 31st May 2018 10:21 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Wind Still Blows | A Roof Terrace | The Choice is yours | Dad | Heart and Mind | Keep Your Distance | The Finale | The Cull | Likes and Dislikes | The Passage | A Suburban Jungle | A Summerhouse | A Cameo of Years Past | Evacuees |
At the tiny garden centre
a Ford Ranger pulled in,
window went down,
husband as controlled as a fist,
sullen, white T shirt
stayed in the car.
Wife, blowsy, voluptuous
exhuding brute sexuality
Two identikit boys followed:
slightly tubby, cropped hair,
white shirts and ties.
Probably come from church,
such is their custom on a Sunday.
Thursday 31st May 2018 9:24 pm
Also by ray pool:SUGAR RUSH | REMEMBERING THE NAKED CIVIL SERVANT | ROYAL VISIT | THE MEMORY THIEF | SCHOOL DESKS | CLINGING TO CONVENTION | FILM NOIR |
Two college students shop to find some beverages to fill their apartment fridge for the next week,
The man and his wife are showing their daughter a crab and a habitat, planning to surprise her for her ninth birthday,
The father of two daughters decides to buy a dream tent, so they can have sweet dreams at night,
The husband is finding a Valentine’s Day card for his wife,
Thursday 31st May 2018 7:50 pm
Also by Piper Joyce:Dark | Forgive Me | Goldilocks (and the Three Bears) | Little Red Riding Hood | Crushed | It's hard to explain but | How can I sleep | Pleasure | A Member From The Past | Revived Feelings | Similar Near Death |
There weren't many English living there
Many of the tower's residents
had names like radical terrorists
Maybe this is why Middle England is not fully able
to relate to those in the Tower of Babel
who appear to originate from muslim zones
Perhaps they'd get more empathy
with names like Smith and Jones
Thursday 31st May 2018 7:36 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:The Day The Wife Came Round | Appropriate Adult | Dog vs. God | Test Results Normal : No Further Action Required | Our Smalls | If You Build It They Will Come | Dogshit, And Where God Fits In | The Heat | The Playing Field | Fit But Thick | Martian Landing | Pointless | No Beach | Skinny Latte | Knock Knock......Come In! | Keith From Up The Road | I Started Off Making Sheds And Ended Up a Multi-Millionaire | 2158 A.D. |
So I sold a dress today,
Full of broken dreams,
And silly promises we made,
Living in the moment,
Is what we need to do,
Im sure your living it,
With her or him,.
And I have finally let you go
And the silly promises we made,
Unstitched like broken seams
I have a path to take,
To help others,
Find there way,
So this dress,
Thursday 31st May 2018 7:15 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Peace-quote | Find a way home | Stardust | Hazy Days | We were | Runaway Dreams | Liar Liar,. | Salvation. 2 | Blossom | Summer Heat | Love is | Grenfell | Something old something New. | Enlightenment | Fools | Full Moon 2 - lyrics. | Kyle - aged 13 | Quickening heart. | A Wish | Words.... 2 | Friendship | Party Sobriety | Angel wings | The Universe - Prose/stream of conciousness | For Kyle-a prayer aged 13 | Just Be - lyrics 2 | Divorce. |
Here in these fields- all battlefields,
and day bit fiercely into night-
call not for final victories
but sing glad of tommorow's fight.
Thursday 31st May 2018 6:31 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Chuckling | Questions For Introverts | The Poem Itself | Old Man | Mothering Moonday | Earth | A Blob Of Science Fiction | Cool | Amnesty | Burn After Reading | Such Sweet Sorrow | 7/4 |
There are times when blogs on WOL resemble a procession
Of those who might be better suited going to confession!
Thursday 31st May 2018 5:11 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:SCOUSER LOUSERS | ABOUT TIME | WHO CAN EXPLAIN? | DAMBUSTER - "OPERATION CHASTISE" COMMEMORATED | MOAN N'GROAN | NIGHTY-NIGHT! | POINTS |
After the rain on the damp with the dew
And the scent aromatic like sassafras
Where the girl walked bare foot
the declivity steep
But an effortless jaunt,
pinnacle to shallow in obstinate manor.
The girl in undress
through the plaza she rides
suitors in abundance
But her eyes fixed hungrily
awaiting her nemesis.
And all this pluvial,
the rain her ...
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:56 pm
Also by Andrew Mark Bedell:Interlude | Just dance | Country file | Down the market | Ice cream and dreams of tomorrow | Still life | Pits and pints | Come what may | Hats the way I like it | Has anybody seen my youth? | When the devil drives | Life is cruel sometimes | Under the bridge | Breed | Wake me up | We crossed the line | Give peace a chance |
I found a picture of you in my arms,
Sleeping securely, safe from harm,
As you knew it, anyway.
Your trust for me was complete,
You wanted for nothing
And thought of my love only
As often as a bird thinks of sky.
You didn’t yet know people
Can go away or even die.
I know how things changed,
But I can’t bear to think of it.
I picture you now, with your love
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:43 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Seeking Joy | Writing Through Illness and Grief Group | Bob War (Ode to Humane Farming) |
What's that I see in yonder tree
I swear it's a giraffe
It turned to me in mock surprise
And just gave out a laugh
My poetry has gone downhill
I think I'll go to bed
Here's hoping that when I wake up
There's something in my head
What's that ?! The tree is running by
Giraffe is in pursuit
I'm seeing things I know 'aint true
The poor tree is uproot
Thursday 31st May 2018 2:31 pm
Also by Don Matthews:Moaning Minnies Need To (Edited and OK'd B. Maryon) | I'm Sorry if I'm Larrikinish | Oh Overload, Oh Overload | Gosh, I've Just Arrived Here | Death of a Candle (1) and (2) | I'm Standing at Your Entrance | Comment Tree | Are There Mind-Stretching Listeners Still Out There ? | Comma Dilemma |
I'm just a number,
Put me in the back.
One of these days,
I swear I'll fucking snap.
Always keeping it in,
Forever pushing it down.
One day I'll strike this match
And burn this place to the ground.
Empathy is a curse,
A color I wear well.
I'm sick of always wondering
How other people feel.
I don't take care of myself,
I just bury my own bone.
I'm always there for everyone
But I'm al...
Thursday 31st May 2018 1:57 pm
Also by Nick:Kicked Out of Heaven. | Succubus. | Flower Shop. | Organic Brain Syndrome. | Land of Opportunity. |
Why you do me so wrong
Why you shit on me all day long
U do me dirty like a damn tampon
Haven’t heard from you all day long
Look at the shit u be on
U do me like a damn peon
What type of love is this
Why you gotta put me thru this
Thursday 31st May 2018 1:53 pm
Also by Dontaves Wiggs:Back Then | I thought | Not The Same | (untitled) |
This love is not gentle, it is outraged
By the self-interested scuttling to safe burrows,
The building of walls, the digging of mass graves.
This sadness is not sorrowful, it is ashamed.
These reasonable, rational, sensible words
A smoke screen for cruelty, cowardice,complacency
In the maggot ridden blood of human nature.
This anger is not rage, it is the deepest kin...
Thursday 31st May 2018 10:09 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:Is it okay? | Don't Short Change Yourself | Don't Short Change Yourself | Wedding Haiku | A Life | Drawn by Dragons | Stuffed | Not Drowning | No wedding? |
Is the idea of you what drives me? Sensory overload when memories emerge. I still smell the fresh fuck, and can taste the sin of you.
Remembering calloused psalms urgent with primitive need feeds my fantasy. Logic dies as pain blossoms with pleasure.
Chained to lustful memories feeds my gluttonous pursuit of this craving. Can you not see the willingness to submit to you when all others bows ...
Thursday 31st May 2018 8:34 am
I found someone I loved and I'm letting them kill me
It's been 18 months without you and still counting
But I'm still waiting at that damn stop sign from 11 to 12
So you can count on me when everything goes wrong
I've always been so hard on myself waiting on you
It's been 18 months without you and still counting
No one can break me but you
I'm here begging for death everyday she's not her...
Thursday 31st May 2018 6:32 am
Also by Damon Blackery:The Boy That Stop Time | Illithid//A Moment of Clarity | Samurai Bebop 2 Loyalty | Destabilizing Wounds | Space Cowboy 3 Mid Galaxy Somewhere | Licks From A Bear Poem Version | Peroxide | Firefly//Supernova | Firefly//Sour Patch Kid | Samurai Bebop | Space Cowboy 2 Proxy | Firefly//Ballroom Dancing | Space Cowboy | I Wish I Could Fix Me | Firefly//The Full Truth | Firefly//Only Half of The Truth | Words of The Waiting Man 12 | Justice | Bitter Blossoms | The Voyage to Death | Take Another Step | The Voices In My Head (Not A Poem!) | Baba Yaga | Mother's Day | Slime | Old Betty | Stop Thinking | Outside | The Promise | 26 | Loneliness | Decaying | Poems | Beautifully Disfigurement | Overcast | Caution Tape | The Night It Came | Tree House | Letter To April | 1-800-273-8255 (Suicide Hotline.) | Raindrops | History Lesson | Words of The Waiting Man 11 | Black Licorice | I'm Drunk And Will Always Love Her 2 | Stop Sign | Self-Loathing | I'm Not a Poet | Forever Yours | Heaven | The Saddest Poem I've Ever Made! | The Pinkly Demon | Audio | Love Letter lyrics | Words of The Waiting Man 10 |
Thursday, 31st may .2018
He doesn't know
when I blow
my whistle for the invite
but he gets delighted
I free the thought
to go near and don't get caught
as I want to remain unknown
till he tries to own me
He is real and dashing personality
I know of him clearly
I have some fascinations
and really wants to have the close rel...
Thursday 31st May 2018 5:29 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Feel fine here | Take the chance | Set the future here | How far we can ! | The verses flow | Infant democracy | Only peace here | Go ahead with | Beautiful chance and | Our life | Be good to | Real wedding joy | Daughters save campaign | Reciprocate | Terrible pain | Duty as the poet | Simple rule | Nothing should irritate | In the name of | I don't know | The single aim | We, the people of | More than the words | Face the rough weather | Nice stage | In miserable condition | First information report | Lifespan waste here | The lifespan is wasted | Natural relation with | The girlfrieend | Missed it forever | The flowery show | Understand the myth | An opportunity | Say good | Define the courage | I turn | Through the storm | No more a stranger | Happy Ramadan | Poet's heart | Try for the success | The real light | Baby knows | If we don't | The wildflowers | Fall in the standard | Mother, you are | The shining star | Surprise others | Be of your own | Be helpful | The time passes on | The life is living art | Live each day | Yes, you are right here | No bright future | Life takes us | Serve the lust | Funny age | Avail the chance | This factor | Love , human aspect | Without female partner | Not to blame | Beautiful piece | Always inspiring | Think of love | The friendship | His messenger | What shall happen? | Nothing is wrong with | Liberal system | The generation gap | Feel not alone | Forceful conversion | The life and death | Great memory | In partial manner | The truthful life | Past association | No more wars | I shall not write | Silly reason | Good night dear | Firmly say | Scandles | In such cases | The sky has no limit | No shower of deaths | The point of strength | An unforgettable individual | Stay strong | What do I do? | Hacker's call | Such indecent behavior |
Nice to know poetry
is given such credence:
tabled with four chairs,
words shared and written.
My take on coffee, sitting
on this Chrystal morning,
right next to the beach?
As waves crash foamed,
I smile at my flat white
and it's feathered froth...
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013
Written whilst Poet in Residence for 6 months in 2013, represen...
Thursday 31st May 2018 4:54 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Counting Sleep | Trips into Town | Knock, Knock. | Bobbing Grey | My Car. |
What has this world come to?
What has my world come to?
Everyday I drown my sorrows with booze, sex....anything I can
I’m trapped inside my head
Images of what was, and what could be
...flash before my eyes so vividly
like I’m there
But I’m here...why can’t I live here
Why can’t I be happy here, I’m certainly not happy there
Thursday 31st May 2018 4:30 am
Also by Megan Pieroway:Bright Eyes Dead |
If you were in a garden full of flowers
with some weeds
Would you look at the flowers
and enjoy their beauty
Would you look at the weeds
thinking the gardener needs
to do a better job?
By Lynn Hahn
Wednesday 30th May 2018 11:35 pm
Also by lynn hahn:ALONG THE WAY | BLINDED BY LOVE |
I'm aware of the irony of putting this here.
Wednesday 30th May 2018 9:00 pm
when the siren sound of my love casts an endless ocean of dopplers upon me, as though lightening does from above in a brutal storm, my soul, my heart, my everything surrenders to the tantalizing taste of his audible delicacy. created from one, the one, the one love lost to the sea of the dead and the to the disease of greed still for me it is pride which fills my chest as i lay to rest to the swee...
Wednesday 30th May 2018 5:32 pm
A serendipitous moment
So wonderful in its fortune
A wealth of wonderful adventures
was laid before us.
A path that was destined not to last
gave us truly happy times while we were walking it.
Wednesday 30th May 2018 4:21 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:What are words worth? | Hold onto those thoughts | Sorrow | I lost you | Once More | In the Name of the Father | Stranger in me | Woman in a Cafe | Alien | Super Ball | Twilight | The Quick and the Dead | Witness | Winter turns to Spring |
I would wake up every morning,
reasons hidden in my rhymes,
Searching for a new horizon,
travel always on my mind,
Always looking for my station,
mindful of departure times,
Till I found my destination
just along a different line.
I will meet you on the platform
even if your train runs late,
On this journey of a lifetime
what's another hour'...
Wednesday 30th May 2018 6:36 am
Also by Chris Bainbridge:Harbour Lights | Beast Feasts | Hebburn |
Telling someone to be happy is like telling them how to ride a bike with no training wheels.
I’ve been told how to be happy for 18 years of my life.
No ones ever taught me how to do it for 2 years now that I am 20.
I want to put my training wheels on but life is so short and passing me by.
I no longer have the screws to tighten them back on.
Wednesday 30th May 2018 5:32 am
Also by D Lee:Hopeless Romantic |
An angel skidding in
between outstretched wings
drags behind his fantail
and sparks the flames--
the air is sheared and feet
dig deep into the turning earth
to send forth tremors
and stir from sleep
both the restless
and the peaceful...
We know these things:
there are N many revolutions
in an age
and Z is the magnitude of tears...
Wednesday 30th May 2018 1:01 am
Also by elPintor:40-night bender | stampede (a view to the hill) | fade | telecommuter |
No more shouting daddy
No more crying mama
Too much fighting
mom and dad
Don't you see I suffer?
No more daddy
No more chaos
I continue to be sad
So am I still suffering?
Tuesday 29th May 2018 3:55 pm
Also by Sofia Urquiza:In Times of Doubt (edited) | Day and Night |
I know I have no right to stand here
and attempt to speak for my sisters
and brothers of colour.
I stand here in awe to applaud
their strength and their courage,
their patience in the face of
As a child I was picked on,
I was ginger with freckles.
But now I am grown,
I doubt I’ve been ever
turned down for a job
or a h...
Tuesday 29th May 2018 2:02 pm
Also by Janey Colbourne:Real Life | What Is Freedom? | Common Ground |
Wouldnt it ust be easier if we had a reset button
Like in video games, you can just redo everthing
if somthing isnt working you just hit the refresh
if only life was that easy
Every mistake we make follows us for a long time
you cant restart
you cant avoid it
and you cant restart
Tuesday 29th May 2018 12:45 pm
Tuesday 29th May 2018 12:43 pm
Also by Emaz Malik:the last note | easy for you | lost cause | secret to success | Outsider | red roses | ugly truth | Out of my Grasp | A Trip | One of many | submerge | Bitter World | a friend no more |
Quiet the night
Gloomy and mist
But dancing stars with,
Blushing the flower bud,
Covering to a leaf.
Seeing the sun rise,
She always wished.
Her shimmering smile,
And his glimmering eyes.
The flower just bloomed,
With a magical sign.
Tuesday 29th May 2018 11:36 am
Once upon a time,
There was a city,
a blue river was it's veins,
whose water was sweet and pure,
fishes merry and dance in it.
Cool and breezy air pampers the river.
Trees dancing over the celebration of nature,
accompanied by the laughter of kids,
who were sometimes playing
or swimming in the river.
The river was a beautiful heaven,
Yes, it was heart of the city.
Near the ri...
Tuesday 29th May 2018 10:26 am
Also by Ankita Srivastava:The Grass |
The mystic rain
From the umbrella sky
In a rainbow
Of shining puddles
What went before
Leaving no answers
As the dying questions
In the half light
Left by the place
Where the sun
Used to be
In the space
Whilst your mind
And you whisk
Where a world
Tuesday 29th May 2018 9:55 am
Sitting on the kitchen floor
in the middle of the night
Pill packets to the left of me
and a knife just to the right
I was young, I was broken
I felt I couldn’t win the fight
Hopeless and desperate
I wanted a way out of this life
This wasn’t something new
there had been many other times
But usually the prescription drugs
were enough to suppress the crime
Tuesday 29th May 2018 1:00 am
Also by Connie Walter:These men | Condemnation | Changing tides | Creativity |
She was like a poem
few could understand,
an ocean hidden in a drawer
with a white winter freeze,
a blue summer breeze…
A yellow autumn leaf…
And a white withering rose...
From a late green spring…
He was a travelling pawn…
Confused within a wild roundabout...
Like frenzied carmine
searching for her rainbow lips…
She was a like poem
few could und...
Monday 28th May 2018 11:15 pm
Also by Xoanxo:The Boy and The Sea | Ever Mine? | Summer end | Tick Tock | To be...To become... | How can I? |
It was a very important film,
Showing a very important light,
While Martin Luther King,
Spoke of Universal Basic Income,
You pushed your face into your scarf.
At talk of the biggest potential change since private property,
You thrust your hips,
Down, in your chair.
With great successes in Namibia, Finland,
Switz and somewhere else...
Monday 28th May 2018 10:12 pm
Also by Roesypoesy:Just Do It | Arvis son of Marvis |
The children are all tucked in,
Mother's said goodnight,
turned out the light,
and closed the door.
three are asleep.
But the oldest lies awake,
mind working away.
She thinks about storms
and babies born.
Her brow furrows
as she thinks,
whar have we done?
There's too much death,
Monday 28th May 2018 9:38 pm
Also by Elle Shaine:Lemons and Lemonade | Shells | Bird | Light | Pretending | The world around you | Follow in the Footsteps | To Start Over | Swim Part 2 | Swim Part 1 | Lies | Tape | the Fence | Bridges | Words | Ashes | Fall | Puzzle Pieces |
Not exactly dressed for the kill-
Hell, she can’t even walk
In a straight line-
But she’ll still be able to find her way
In these heels,
In those thoughts,
She dances with wine bottles
While headphones play
That had nothing to do with you.
Bare feet circle bare floors;
Bare hands hang onto
Or the toilet seat.
She feels poet...
Monday 28th May 2018 8:46 pm
Also by Rebecca Leivesley:Coffee Shop Blues |
At the bar, watching you work
breaking the waves
going cabin to cabin
An opiate look across your eyes
pushing to feel the rush
surging into the night
There's a high between those thighs
you've been falling
for the feeling of falling
on the commodity of love
See them capsize
or to splash inside another's eyes
the static shock of fingertips and kisses
the life eclipse
Monday 28th May 2018 4:32 pm
Lost In Translation
I was there to help you
when you needed my advice,
I faced my brothers bullets -
was prepared to pay the price
in my fathers land
because I fought for justice
and decided to make a stand
against the corrupt message
of the terrorist breed.
I wanted to scourge my land
of their demon seed.
So I stood at checkpoints
Monday 28th May 2018 4:20 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:ðə króz ləmɛ́nt | The Beast Beneath The Beck | Windsor Street | Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968) | This Is The News | Daily Howl |
You know it's there
That thing in the cupboard.
You never want to tarry there,
In that big cupboard, the one by the stair
Because you know it's in there.
It's not exactly human
Or totally a monster,
It's somewhere in between,
It's very tall
With skeleton fingers that could tighten around your neck,
Could sneak up behind
Monday 28th May 2018 12:05 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:Esther | Can They See Us ? |
Late Night Thoughts
1: „You know the feeling you get
When you just lay in your bed
Stare at your ceiling
Thinking bout life and its meaning
Realizing that nothing will last
Future, Present and Past
None of them matters
Cause nothings forever”
2: “So if life doesn’t matter
Then death doesn´t matter”
1: “yeah but guess what´s better?”
Monday 28th May 2018 11:41 am
Also by light:Sane Insanity | Dear Depression | A Remedy for a Broken Heart | Beautiful Melanchony | Confusion |
In the years that followed she left no time for sorry
Days and nights were spent in clinches and with the cliches of travel
to hold and be held,
the most holy of desires,
became necessary and consuming
Only when the last cock crowed did she feel the hope of new lives leave her soul,
where she’d held and cherished them
There are still more roads to travel
paths she’s yet t...
Sunday 27th May 2018 7:58 pm
My mind is a racing car and you are the road
Bending and swerving me around
My mind is a hurricane strong and hurtling
You are an obstacle
Who doesn’t deserve it
My mind is a cheetah
Who’ll outrun your advances
Don’t try to catch me I’m far from your glances
My mind is a canyon
Watch me fly
As I tip off the edge
Sunday 27th May 2018 11:30 am
Don’t know why
You would think I would lie ‘bout
She just gave me oral and manual.
A big mistake of mine.
First finger pie
And then I’d supply
With a snorter or two of white granules;
A big mistake of mine.
She drained me dry
With kinky sex I would try with
Her sister and two cocker spaniels;
A big m...
Sunday 27th May 2018 10:07 am
Also by John Coopey:SEXPLOITATION | DNF | STRESS AS AN OPPORTUNITY | SUBVERSIVE VERSE | GET BACK |
Before the time that life began
Perhaps the earth was still
No thunderous skies or crashing waves
No sound God's ear could fill
When life evolved, then so it was
First fins , then feet, then wings
Lumbering beasts that walked the earth
To the voice of a whale as it sings
Man came along and walked out of the caves
With a dream in his heart to fulfil
Believing all lif...
Sunday 27th May 2018 1:00 am
Also by Yvonne Ugarte:Injustice |
Broken and left in sorrow,
Through my tears I speak my fear for the morrow
Winding time back is the only relief
While this empty shell decays
And tears apart the last glimpse of life.
Sunday 27th May 2018 12:05 am
The blackbird sings a most wonderful song . Wakes me early in the morning and I feel I Belong . Where ever I live or lay my head . With songs so profound . An amazing sound . A joy to listen to this welcome sound . My Birthdays near and they have watched over me . For all these years Singing their songs and keeping strong . A joyful sound my favourite Song .
Saturday 26th May 2018 7:57 pm
Also by Wendy Higson:Movement Of Children In Care | A Race To Beat Them All | How We Vote | Mrs May | Aggression . | HUMANITY |
Drew up and directed
Doubtlessly designed to
Dash down despair;
Down on the desperate,
Down on the destitute,
Down on the defenseless,
Down on the disabled.
Dreadful disorders and
Decrepitude to you
Death by diseased dick
Saturday 26th May 2018 3:49 pm
Also by Marc Hawkins:THE PEASANTS HAVE GATECRASHED THE RECEPTION |
YOU CAN'T PLEASE EVERYONE
On a rubbish strewn corner of Middie
armed with secateurs bin bags and broom
Ros and Jan clear litter
for this years "Borough in Bloom"
Joined by enthused nearby residents
refreshed with biscuits and tea
continue their voluntary clean up
on behalf of you and me.
Uncovering an old rusting street sign
at the edge of the tidied plot
It's a c...
Saturday 26th May 2018 9:44 am
Also by ken eaton-dykes:CLOSET MYSOGYNIST | CLOSET MISOGYNIST (The ballad of) |
the weather sucks today
the sun rose sultry grey
it’s supposed to be sunny tomorrow
and i love the orange sun rays
and i hate the rain’s tears
on frosted window glass
smiling shy though the clouds,
shining bright blue sky between its teeth
trapping me in a black stone prison,
its suffocating grey walls
freeing me from misconceptions
Friday 25th May 2018 11:08 pm