Poetry Blogs (Jun 2018)

GAPS WHERE WORDS SHOULD BE

When he said there are no words

I knew he told the truth,

and love poured in to heal the wound

where words would try to help.

 

I know you can't describe a gap

in lives so badly rent,

but nothing's lost that's truly learned

and lessons taught when truly earned

to help by kind consent.  

 

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Also by ray pool:

ARCANA | CONFLAGRATION | NO GOING BACK | SALTY TALES | STEPFATHERS DAY | SUMMER SEASON | BICYCLE | ALWAYS ON THE ROAD | THREADBARE | DOO LANG A LANG |

{You And I}

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{You And I} 

 

You are delicious

and I am a

greedy person

when it comes

to you... 

 

You are a

genuine

generous

person and

I am needy... 

 

You are

experienced

and I am

learning still...

 

You are a

hot burning

flammable

person and

I am barely

burning and

smoldering...

 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Righ...

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Also by Deadly Sinful Witch:

{You} | She's Pure Country | Fear~Fear | I'm Not Afraid | Flirting With Death | Love Me The Same | 🔥The Fire In Your Eye's🔥 | Secrets Inside | How Could You Miss Something You Never Had? | Holding Your Tiny Hands {Cody} | She Misses Him Badly | Walk A Mile In My Shoe's | Your Sparkle | He Is A Mystery | His Whisper's In My Ear | Nothing Last Forever | I Am Always Going To Be Missing You | Death Warrant | I Don't Fear Death | Timeless Temptation | Life's Expectations | Executed By You | Once | His Love |

 

 

 

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Seeing the light

I watch from

The height of obscurity 

Looking down,

not god like.Simply I, 

gazing from reclusion 

Towered in the sky,

Seeing 

the whole world before me

painted to the horizon;

Pressed against the glass

Unaware of my touch

Upon the latch

Of the caress

I feel as loneliness 

I wonder of life 

How vacant am I.

To open that window

And let my life fly....

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Baying | Death of a doll | They step |

John Cooper Clarke

He was a poet when it wasn't fashionable to be a poet.

When has it ever been fashionable ?

He took to the stage in a working men's club in the North

Where the audience were waiting for heavy metal and strippers.

And he came on, so skinny,

Big dark glasses and Bob Dylan hair.

And the working men threw bottles at him there

And booed him off the stage.

But still he returned wi...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

Loving The Enemy | Birds | Free Love | In The Tower | The Laughter Artist |

sayings

Saying

 

I used to say the elephant, people and the giraffe are not needed.

How wrong I was the elephant reminds us how small we are and

The giraffe tells us how short-sighted we are. As for people

The jury is still out

 

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

pseudo -science | would be hero | metaphorical | the screen of inconsequence | the golden rush | Frank Sinatra | poet of the week | nature program | the village of dreams | selling a house | truck driver | when the dance stops | thoughts on a Saturday | depression 2 | a friendly place | when words stops | The vanished aircraft | the occupiers | summertime | Doris Day | a personal deity | memorial service | farmer haiku | the sex life | Yesterday`s Time | multiracial | goodbye Europa | the visitors | grace | continuity | lost space |

Gin

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The current obsession with gin

worries me;

My inherent memory sparks unease

with whiffs

of 17th century Protestants

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Also by J R Harris:

The Lady at Scholes | The Landscape Gardener and the Chap on the Telly | I Can't Paint, I can Paint | The Yellow-Bellied Idles (Homage to J. Milton Hayes) |

( )

I can go about my day

The headphones in my ears

Keep the thoughts at bay

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Also by Chunks and Marrow:

Post-apologetic |

The Convoy

In a dusty land, far from my heart, I lie in prayer, thankful, for the dark.

 

On a clock of 24, it’s 4, 3, and 8; I hear the sounds of voices, of metal, of debate.

 

Of coffee black, of milk and eggs, the taste of bitter, the smell of lead. 

 

The breakfast talk keeps spirits afloat; we lie of deeds and sowing oats.

 

We check upon our trusted steeds, beautiful dark metal ...

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Also by The Carbon Quill:

Regrets and Lies | Joan of Arc | Afghanistan Unrhymed | A Fathers Day |

With an illusion

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With an illusion

Saturday, June 30, 2018

9:12 PM

 

we live with an illusion 

there is no confusion at all

it is the tendency to wait for the miracle

and avoid the struggle 

 

we are a total failure 

and still, want to make it sure

that despite our being dishonest

everything must be seen as the best

 

the world is same

but we claim

the safe place with...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

In friend circle | Best mean | Great dissimilarity | Life angle | Wrong or right | The danger to the society | Kind gesture towards | Guilty mind | Hand in hand | Response |  Tears fall… Love you, dad | Thank God and think | Visible lines | I wait for | The world may hear | Dark coudds | Poets never die | No moral ground | Strong resentment | Given call | Collective responsibility | True observance | Little difficult | Real an angel | Decent farewell | Steady presentation | Total peace in the mind | Normal human life | Safe in arms | The human quality | Mental arrogance |

 

Jadia4708au

mediterranean august

Hot curry scent of helichrysum

rosemary, myrtyle and lavender

flaunting scarlet bougainvillea

darkly shadowed by umbrella pines.

Colourful butterfly windsurf sails

zigzagging across the turquoise bay

watched through dark glasses.

Small orange and cobalt fishing boats

riding motionless on glittering

flawless transparent emerald glass.

Golden sunbaked body lying limp

...

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Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?

In that first perfect summer, that summer of love

when rifles bloomed and we turned on

and so nearly dropped out

in that year we met

and in the sun

we loved

despite clouds

that threatened us

and sought to break our love

a sad weight of parental love turned on

our first perfect summer, our first summer of love

In that first perfect summer, that summer of love

whe...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Time | The Bench | 39 | When... | Wind Dance | Llyfnant 2  | Llyfnant |

 

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To all you writers and poets out there

https://youtu.be/ZYTq97CreoQ

To all you writers and poets out there.

 

Thank you for your words of courage, 

words of truth,

words of encouragement

and nourishment.

Thank you for your solidarity,

for lifting us up.

 

Thank you for breaking ground,

cutting the edge,

standing on that soapbox 

with daring and drive,

having the nerve to shout out

what many ...

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Also by Janey Colbourne:

Culture | Canaries in the Mine | Still 23 | Mama |

 

#inspirationCreative Sharingcreativitygratitudepoetswriting

Spot
In this universe what is the image of a moment and how long does it last.


Spot : https://youtu.be/DshiMBVD_FU this documentary realates many ways with my poem which will hopefully help understand on the title of this poem. Hope you like both.


spot of life : spot of time spot of colour: spot of music.SPOT

A poem holds the story;
words find the right note
meeting of just a moment 
heart ...

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Also by steve james:

(untitled) |

Firefly// No One Likes Hair Metal Anyway

Firefly it seems that I can't get enough of you
Can you catch me under and steal my breath
Can I give you high on my love
And have you sink into every word I say

It seems that I can't get enough of you
Can I make you numb to the depression
may I taste you just one more time
Why don't you believe me I truly love you

Can I wake you up to the monsoon
That's outside your window
I want to...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Happy Canada Day | Illithid//A Deal With The Halfling | Words of The Waiting Man 14 | Space Cowboy 5 Violet midnight | Firefly//Better Than Heaven | Oath | My Neighbor and His Leaf Umbrella | Rational | In The Morning We're Making Waffles | Folktale//Children's Desire | Nihilism | Firefly//Envy of An Angel | Firefly//Simple And Sweet | A Token of Betrayal | Gray | Cafe Blues/ space cowboy poem | The Night Café | An Uncalled Situation | Firefly//A Rose That Don't Bloom Twice | Samurai Bebop 4 Bad Dog No Biscuits | This Isn't Even My Final Form!! | Whatever Happened To Oreo Cakesters? | Lifetime | Firefly//Angel | Heartbreak Juice | Tomato or Tomahto | An Overdose of Anxiety | Just Another Bowl of Cornflakes | I Doubt She Will See This | I'm Drunk It's The Only Time I'm Honest | Abandoned Schoolhouse  | Letter To April 2 | Illithid//26 | Words of The Waiting Man 13 | Silence In Her Arms (Lyrics.) | Firefly//Sour Patch Kid 2 | Space Cowboy 4 Angel Folk Blues | Firefly//Bulletproof |

Some people just don't know how to enjoy being sick...

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Not thinking is fun

It makes me a bum

I like to be a bum

A bum having fun

Not thinking

 

Ergh, oooh, errr, umhrm

I'm not mad

Because I don't care

The world spins

Money is spent

The world has a dent

I do not care

 

You're only in trouble if you think you are

You're only a failure if you think you are

 

I'm gonna think I'm in the clouds

Watching ...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

Short and Nameless | Including Sue | Back to the time my folks died in a fire |

 

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just thinking

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just thinking

what i only remember
you

casting shadows away, just a few
with my only feelings that are left, they pass..

can't look  i'll just go this way  just keep me thinking 
undermining thoughts come back  that rest to stay

the fire is bright  emotions sway and given with delight

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Also by Wood:

Black Moths | The Ballad of a Birds Soul | Red Cape | Arranged Verse | That is not All | Mayhem June | Billow of May |

Heatstroke

I feel faint; cannot breathe

in this goddamn heat

that it's weird that my body cannot sweat

and I'm left with a headache.

 

There was no time to swim; to save my life

but I drank fluids to keep away from burning

and stayed in the shade until I

was safely inside with cool air.

 

Created on June 29, 2018

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Also by Piper Joyce:

I might do it again because I | a song for you | The Marks | A Sinner's Confession |

Hengest's Humble Bequest

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Facebook, MySpace, that whole plethora of techo-junk,

Purports to tell us who we are and who we must be.

Sinister motives maybe but sinister consequences, certainly.

In this world of the eternally new  'friended' doesn't mean that you know your 'friend' 

He may be Adam or or she Eve. 'Friend' them back

To spread.this network of the 'friends' you've made (yes, made but never met...

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Also by John E Marks:

All these many ill-fated days | Mid-summer Eve | Meet on the Edge. | Troubadour | All Souls' Day | Oxbow lake | Flotsam |

Storms and Sorrows

He stands in the rain

soaked to the skin 

wondering where in the world she has been.

A girl sits on the floor,

leaning on a cabinet,

writing a letter to someone she knows probably won't read it.

She's safe inside,

he's out in the rain.

He walks away,

willing to try another day.

She walks out into the storm,

not wanting those inside to see her cry.

She does a lot...

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Also by Elle Mehltretter:

Alone in Her Agony | Think | Forbidden Love (Part 1) |

Hold on tight, it’s a rocky ride

All aboard the rollercoaster
strap yourselves in and begin the ride.

Hold firm and think of those,
who try to listen and speak
without prejudice.

It is something of which they can be proud.

They do not hide behind a fake smile
or an ignorant grin
but are open, honest and vulnerable, too.

Attempting to ward off the shallow words
flung back at them in a attempt
to curtail and sile...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

I know | Fallen angel | Down, but not out | An empty house, a full life | Product fury | Fear and Wonder | Life |

 

prejudice

A TIDAL RELATIONSHIP

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A TIDAL RELATIONSHIP

Ours was a tidal relationship,

It ebbed and flowed

Over hidden shipwrecks,

Sometimes calm,

Sometimes smashing defences,

Opening cuts on beaches

Then healing them

With the soothing sand

That fills each wound.

 

Ours was an unsteady relationship,

Seaweed covered driftwood

Slid beneath our feet

As we slipped and stumbled

Over the flots...

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Clipeum

 

How are they to feel? those who protect the powerful,

when they guard them from what they truly deserve.

Those mercenary few who should know better,

those who held the sky suspended.

 

The dogs who cut their teeth in blitzkrieg

now corporate suited and monied by blood,

do their dreams not eat their souls?

or were they lost in jungle and sand.

 

The truth is they ...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Excerpt from custodial record (Bagram January 07) | Matchbox Pet | On the leaving | Shadows | Open Coffin | The bad Soldier | Slaves without Masters | The Ruin | Revenue generator | Rule Britannia | Beyond the Dark Wood | Mostly Compost |

The depth of love

On the surface lies a smile,
A sparkle in one’s eye.
The feeling that in their company
Time just rushes by.

A little deeper and you’ll find
Butterflies a swarming
Concentration disappears
But thoughts of them are warming

Deeper still into one’s bones
A yearning and an ache,
A drug-like dependency
One simply can’t forsake.

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butterfliesLoveyoung love

Seasons Changing (Poem)

Every season,

 

Brings its own mission, 

 

To pursue 

 

An unending trail,

 

With mountains, 

 

And fields, 

 

And open space.

 

Weaving and turning,

 

As we find our compass  

 

To carve the way.

 

Pushing through uncertainties,

 

And doubts,

 

As we feel our fears 

 

And declare our wants,

 

And don’t give in.

...

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Also by Danny G.:

The Promise (Poem) | Trust Without Reason (Poem) | True Meaning of Courage (Poem) | Seeking Yourself First (Poem) | The Front Door is Calling Me Again (Poem) | Love and Lust (Poem) | Fearlessly Face the Unknown (Poem) | Breaking Free From the Spider’s Web (Poem) | Opposites Work Together (Poem) | God’s Plan (Poem) | Racism Isn’t A Joke (Poem) |

 

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A Snail

 

On a tiny meadow in 

the middle of the forest,

away from the hustle 

and bustle of the world

Lives a snail in his 

comfortable shell

 

He arranged things nicely 

for himself and now he’s 

quite satisfied living 

his cosy snail life

 

Hidden in the warmth,

he does whatever he wants

He’s asleep most of the time

Never comes out scared 

of what he m...

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Also by Anya:

Invisible... | The Letter | The Caravel | Hurry Up | Miss Prejudice | Raindrops  | Don't Speak | X Ray | Peek a Boo | The Smell | :) |

Autobiography (seems to be a theme on WOL at the moment)

I am that woman who does yoga

Then sits on the beach

Eating oranges and writing poetry

I am that woman who watches her weight

Then takes the grand kids

For pizza and icecream on Friday evening

I am that woman who listens to TED talks

And checks out youtube

For mindfulness, shamanism and grannies dancing.

I am that woman who is an almost vegan

And (you guessed already)

...

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

The other C word | Mothers Pride | One of those weird unexpected moments | Comfort | In the Garden Again | The Oyster | Almost a Prayer | The C Word | Fight |

GOATSUCKERS

I caught a glimpse of goatsuckers

At dusk the other night,

Appearing as twin phantoms in the

Murky forest light.

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Also by John Coopey:

SON! SON! SON! | HATS OFF TO HARRY (Part 2) | THE BROCKENHURST TRAIL | IMAGINE MY SURPRISE | THE SAGA OF LEV YASHIN'S BED | RELIVING THE RAJ |

Butterfly poem/11

A nd now the time to fly, 

Had arrived again, 

As she stepped out of her 

Cocoon, 

Ready to soar to the blue sky, 

She thought of him 

And wished him well 

For in the rainbows 

Of forgiveness, 

She needed to let him go 

In order to breathe and travel again 

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Butterfly Poem /"doors | Butterfly Poem 10 | Butterfly Poem 9 /music 🎶 | Butterflypoem/8 earth angels | Butterfly. POEM 7/midsummers | Butterfly Poem 6/Natasha | Butterfly Poem 5/Raquel | Butterfly Poem 4/ Natasha | Butterfly Poem 3/doors | Butterfly Poem 2 | Ownership /Butterfly Poem 1 | Peace | Runner | As I listen | Stories | Shine Bright |

The Last Shanty

 

From packet and clipper,

from Royal destroyer,

with prayer and with hymn

and a rum-drenched Amen,                                                                              

goodbye to the matelot and captain;

so long to the boatswain and master.

We're chanting to ease up the passing.

 

The last one is sung in a million tongues.

Grief-soaked and lonesome

haul h...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Mavis |

The Wall of Prejudice

The Wall of Prejudice

 

Their smile is warm and reassuring

well rehearsed and convincingly given

But behind this veneer is a dark wall

which conceals a true and sinister identity

 

To be in a minority is seen as not to conform

to pose a threat and challenge the norm

Muslim, black, gay or zoroastrian

the beaming smile remains the same

 

The smile is false, rooted...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Cast into outer Darkness | Restoration | Destitute | Brought Low | Withdrawl | The Waiting Room | Inside the Ambulance | The Streets of London | The Rainbow Arc | The Lone Driver | The Videomatic Tutor | Put down | The Wicked Witch | A Summer Ramble |

The man with no name

The man with 

no name eats

his Italian meal

peacefully, in silence.

 

Enjoying sucking

spaghetti through 

his slim, sun

cracked lips.

 

He lets the thick

tomato sauce

dribble down

his stubbled chin

 

as he reaches for

a fistful of garlic

bread, before shooting

the waiter a glance.

 

He settles for one 

glass of wine, wishing

for a f...

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Also by Darren J Beaney:

The boys of ‘66 | Slow train to childhood | The armchair, the castle and the would be poet | Scuttlebutt | Flags on cars | Artist in residence | Pint | Never mind the bollocks... | Madrid in the rain | What a pisser! | Surfin' girl | Work in progress... | Come out to play... | Dot dot sad face |

MIWTKBIH(memories I want to keep but it hurts)

You said that you can get over anything if you got over me 
But you did dirtt to so why everything being held over me 
I get you over me 
You don’t want nothing to do with me 
You graduated from me 
This gon sound selfish but I thought you really loved me
Yeah I left but I never stopped loving you 
Whenever you was going through something I was always there for you 
I’m not even gonna try ...

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Also by Dontaves Wiggs:

Soon | IAS(I Ain’t Shit) | They hate | Thoughts | Never |

BEAUTIFUL PLANTAIN

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Knowing the knowledge of man is like testing the wielder man, growing and gripping from grass that causes a liquor of liquid. •••• To those who love plant, will tell the benefit of the incubant everywhere in the farm, having a rotating mind to wind up a standing fan. •••• The sick will pick the dreak, living the falling leaves to in astray in a mouldy train. Having a believe in the shabby...

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Also by Rays Chinonyerem Chinwendu:

An Elegy | Vanquish | No one else | Volcano | NIGHT FALL | MY GOVERNOR <poem> **Dedicated to Gov. Okezie Victor Ikpeazu** By: Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays | PRISON OF PALACE | Mr little "poem" (Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays) | No work, No school | Lovers used to dream "poem" (Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays | All shouting, too much rain! "poem" (Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel Rays) |

Biography ...

.....

 

".. and show me another plot of land where

just for a moment I dawdled and losing sight

of you let go your hand ... show me that fooprint.

.. we pass this way but once, you took nothing

with you, and so I , with tears, and regret,  pursue

the same path, the space you left.

There are no words, you carried them with you,

four hundred sunsets, there, we counted them...

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Oh love of mine, 
I hope that you are fine. 
I miss you so, 
My love for you will always grow. 
This is just a little message for you to know, 
That I wish to kiss you in the snow.
Oh love of mine, 
I love you so much more than you know 💖

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Also by Zulfa Snyders:

My school poem |

GOAL OF SOUL

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Amidst the jealousy,

so many hopes,

these desires are the one,

which don't let this belief to mop.

Desires of granny,

and aspirations of nanny,

has inspirred me,

to see big dreams many.

Unprecedented respect,

of this fearless soul,

gives immense power,

to avoid the fall.

Life's ultimate goal,

is not astute pleasure,

rather its to seek,

the unlimited hid...

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Also by MANISHA SAINI:

OUT OF BLUE! | STATE OF TRIUMPH |

ON THE STAIR

Suddenly this morning

I was without care

When without warning

We passed on the stair.

 

Daylight was dawning

And my mind was elsewhere

Busily yawning

When I saw you there.

 

Now sadness I'm scorning

And I long to share

The heart that's adorning

This love-stricken stare.

 

So - every morning

I dash down the stair

Hoping the dawning

Will see you ...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

FIFTH COLUMNIST? | MARKING TIME | WHERE DO YOU GO? | THE OPEN ROAD | TRANSPORTS OF DELIGHT? | HOW? | POWER SHOWER | QUESTION |

Desolation

They are not away;

they stay close to me.

They are not lost;

they live in me.

They have not forgot,

nor forsaken me.

Just a branch is cut

to save the tree.

To live happily

they've set me free.

I am ready to accept

the fate's decree.

Just a tiny wish

that in happy times,

may they look back in life

and think of me.

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Also by Binte Afroz:

Requital |

The you and me...

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 Since this is the way it's going to be,

I'll sum it all up with poetry...

Where do I even start explaining the way I feel?

I just keep telling myself: this can't be happening, this isn't real.

In my heart it seems there is a sudden void.

You built me up, only to break me down; now everything appears destroyed.

My life's orbit has suddenly stopped- where do I go from here?

I g...

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Also by Xander:

When Will You Stop? | Twisted love | A broken girl... |

 

loveLove lost

Transatlantic Verses - online open mic

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I am hosting an online open mic using Zoom.us conferencing software beginning at 7 pm (UK time) on 1 July 2018. We will use Zoom.us teleconferencing software (meeting ID 260-756-986) and take turns reading our poems out as you would in a physical open mic. With luck, we will have a few poets from Britain and a few from the US as well. If people join from other countries, that is even better, but t...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Ode to Eve Libertine | Slave to the Algorithm | Living in the Future |

 

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Thought of a restless mind.

As I grow, I see many places to live by
I see the true nature of life,
On how doll and peaceful it can be.
But what is life without sorrow?
What is life without dreams of the melancholic soul? 

Just a thought of a restless mind. 

-G.N.D

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Also by G.N.D.:

I need you |

 

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This unsettling pit in my stomach is from you

Your laugh is the echo in my head 

your sly smerk is all I see when I close my eyes 

 it’s all about you you you 

Your drowning my thoughts 

I can’t hold up 

I can’t think 

can’t sleep 

goddamn I miss you but I can’t tell you that 

 I can’t tell anyone 

I can barely tell my self

   I can’t.

 

 

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Knock Knock

You and your trust issues

Me and mine

You have your fears

And your doubts

About me

And I have mine

 

But every time

We try to rationalize

And prove to each other

That the pieces don't fit

The sentences get left

Unfinished

 

Back and forth

Like whiplash

Seeing how far I'll go

Until I look back

Keeping me comfortable

At a distance

 

Have...

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Also by Jara Giner:

The Snake |

 

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The Black Big Top

The start is the end of a long sleepless night,

A new day's light is the bell, next round of the fight

"Today's going to be different", echoes a heavy pillowed head,

You've heard this lie before from the soapbox of your bed,

 

You know who you are, you've lived through each day,

The context of those comments?? "What did they say?!",

That really doesn't sound like the 'me' that...

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Also by John Prior:

Last Times... | Manchester to Me. |

 

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You Came Back

You came back into my life

and I honestly felt relieved 

but some part of me felt deceived

I had no way to deal with our past

When you came walking in

I could hear the change in your voice

I almost felt the need to rejoice

But you had no intention of revisiting our past 

It all happened so unexpectedly and fast

I blinked and suddenly you were gone.

 

 

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Even in the night she writes

 

She lies in her bed, her electric blanket on
The lights are off, she is warmer than the sun
She likes it this way, it helps her forget 
That her sunshine is not ready for her yet

He struggles on his own, stressing alone
The walls he is trying so hard to shatter
Are still standing tall, towering and strong 
He feels like his attempts don't matter

When he sleeps, she stays awake
Findin...

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why

What does the world have on us?

lets set ourselves free

we're under this fake world's shadow, indeed!

i keep asking how can the sun keep shining after going down the sea

but the real question is why do people scream when they have to sing

or why they blink when its beautiful outside and some wind 

why do we breathe the lies but really its the oxygen we need

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On Heptonstall Moor

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He was fourteen

she thirty four

but that did not matter

as they went up together

onto Heptonstall Moor

 

He the pupil

he that she taught

each day in school

and that Sunday morning

on Heptonstall Moor

 

He a child

in the eyes of the law

She made him a man

in those erotic few hours

on Heptonstall Moor

 

She was voracious

demanding much more

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Gun like a flower

You don’t know me.
The time is gone
for you and for me,
but with this gun in your hand
you see the future
of your illness mind.
Call me by my name
and kill me after that.
Maybe in your eyes
I can write my happiness
and give you for the rest of your life
a peaceful victory.
We could die together
but who keeps alive
our memories
in this world,
the only world
that can exist?
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