Poetry Blogs (Jul 2018)
Cicadas sing to me
in the morning
when I go out in the yard
they are my companions
serenading me vociferously
hidden yet heard
a choir up in the trees
oh I know
it is really the sound of
their contracting abdomens
but I like to think they are actually singing
in full voice
music to my ears
the waltz of the Cicadas
played every morning
Thursday 19th July 2018 1:44 pm
Also by d.knape:WEST TEXAS | Sahara Sand | Underfoot | Crayon Clouds | Comparing Zebras | Undocumented Poems | Under Questioning | The Day The Fish Died | Leaving A Lasting Depression | Click Here | On Writing Poetry | The Celts |
Home from holiday
Back in Britain
A country divided
Not by the usual things such as football
We're all flying flags and wearing waistcoats now
And there's no longer a north-south split,
not now they've got their powerhouse
and the midlands has its engine
Besides, the north starts at Luton now
It used to be religion
Christians and non-believers
Thursday 19th July 2018 12:23 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Mrs Maryon's Holiday | El Hotel | Three Lions on the Shirt | The Line Call | The Thai Boys | Women May Not Get This | Taking a Cat on Holiday? | Penalty Shootout | The Fietser Returns |
the women of earth
look deeply ambivalent
cracking a smile
looking to the stars
as if for a ride
the men know there’s
nowhere to hide
the women of earth
survey the morning
still in their dreaming
while the men play
in burning buildings
the women of earth
Thursday 19th July 2018 12:21 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Noise of the World | We're the news | Flatiron District | I Take Things Too Far | Acknowledgements | taurocacophagy | The Exile | The Quality of Our Solitude | In difference | Dividing The Bed | Heart of the Empire | Problems Curated | Insomnia | Content | Teeth | Your Hair | Between | The Other Guy | Let's Pass Over It Again | States matter | Drunk in the Museum |
The gentle breeze has just a hint of coolness to it,
Barely relieving the humidity even this early in the day.
The fetid air hangs heavy in the trees,
The residue of yesterday’s scorching thermometer.
Is there hope in that gentle breeze?
The first in a season of no seasons.
The land of mold, mildew and bug bites
Reveals itself as a season of perennial hot.
Thursday 19th July 2018 12:15 pm
Also by Bruce Levine:The Tree of Life | An Empty Life | A Profound Sadness | Times Remembered | A Book | Utopia | One Last Time | A Boat in a Tree | The Town Crier of Comics | Clouds | And The Making of New Memories | The Music of Time | To Start Another Day | Academia | Lydia | The Quest (complete) | The 4th of July |
Oh, to be a flower bud
Picked from the earth before having the chance to bloom.
What shall I say to you?
"Be happy that you had the chance to be a bud," the choir sings.
Must I nod my head and concede,
While other buds blossom so effortlessly?
Shall I just agree that the Good Lord chose them Himself,
And that you were destined to leave?
Or shall I numb my mind to the tune that you were jus...
Thursday 19th July 2018 12:10 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Hope | Wasting Time | Brave Soul | Stained Glass |
Thursday 19th July 2018 10:03 am
Also by uncover:Longing. |
Preamble: I always tell people that writing heals the soul of pains, fears and disappointments and so I write...
The sun blazes hot at noon
June 15th, two thousand eighteen
What happens here
to me is unforeseen
Silently over the wall he creeps
His presence poisons my garden
Face to face we stand athwart
He best not expect a pardon
Departed eyes stare at me...
Thursday 19th July 2018 10:00 am
Also by Jane Briganti:The Beach | Zen | Despondence | Heaven's Gate | Heart to Heart | Enigma | Who Am I | A Woman's Reflection |
*PURPOSE IS DEFEATED*
Long time ago, they left the boundaries
Like an eagle from afar, they sight our mysteries
In the system, they saw mismanagement within
They robbed their way in
They killed their fellow uniform man eventually
And the cycle continues circularly
Purpose is defeated
We have formally forgotten those days
When virtues of peace w...
Thursday 19th July 2018 8:55 am
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:When it rains | CRASE MEN | MEN ON BLACK |
I was born before the world war two and remember
sitting in the basement of a school, in the dark with fearful adults.
The bomber planes where British looking for the airport
but everything was in darkness, failing their objective
bombs were dropped hit house many died, and there was fire.
It must have made a big impression on me, although
I cannot remember ...
Thursday 19th July 2018 8:36 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :poets and religion | a voyage to Greenland | the murderous garden | once upon a time | the merchant fleet | vanishing flowers | alove story to | appreciative | ethnicity |
So as I hang in your mind
Honestly I gotta keep it all in
If I let it out you'll get pissed at me again
You can close the door but that won't change a thing
I'm just a boy that understands you better then him
Not the boy you want to be with
Funny how I'll be miserable forever waiting for you
I wish that you could feel how it felt
No fuck that I won't let you feel this bad
Just hang ...
Thursday 19th July 2018 8:02 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Letter To Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 15 | No Purpose | Grandma | Not Letting Go (lyrics) | Happy Ending (lyrics this is a song) | Firefly// Have Faith In Me | Firefly Vs Hollow kid | Firefly// Friday the 13th | Firefly// Cobblestone Kisses | The Hollow// Death To Space Cowboy and Bebop Samurai | On My Own | Illithid// The Mind of Martyr | Space Cowboy 6 Sanity Mountain | Illithid//A Moment of Surrender | Firefly// The First Rule of Love Is You Don't Talk About Love | Nightmare | Firefly// Purple Flavored Apples | Intelligence Versus Brainwashing | Swallowing Dirt | Hauntingly Dissolving Rain | You Should've Killed Me Before The Family Reunions | Firefly//Colin Told Me That His Title Was Longer Than Me So I Had To Make A Title Longer Than His PS Do You All Like Cookies? Also This Is Tomorrow's Poems I Will Not Have One Tomorrow Cause They Take Me A Day To Make. | Samurai Bebop 5 If Silver Bullets Don't Work We Can Always Use Holy Water | Laying In Ammonia |
Thursday,19th July 2018
It is movement lotus
that has increased the trust
among the people
and for all individuals
what else can the cowards do?
and pass through
that has been falsely built
no doubt, they have nothing to show
except to blow
the false alarm
and as such harm the national interests
no one can stop...
Thursday 19th July 2018 7:29 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:An anxiety over | You alone | Nature reacts | Ignorance about | Selfless love | Poetry plays role | With flowers in | No Mr. Sherif no | Form of purity | Directly from the heaven | Illegal settlements and politics | Introduction of a new scene | Swargadapi gariacy* | Wise mann | May grant | Play the role | No violence | Matures with | Pray daily and | So precious | Make people | Inner conflict |
Gripped by fright
A full-scale fight
Could once more breakout
At any moment be it
Day or night,
The cousins Ethiopia
Were beefing up
Their military might
Locked in a border dispute
Leaders of the horn
And the international community
Had been observing developments agog
Forced to tune
To the cacophonous war song
Thursday 19th July 2018 7:00 am
Remember that girl in the rain
She still waits for you,
She never wanted to leave
She just wanted to be free
She heard your words that night
Somehow she heard your words
She heard you put up that fight
If only I could touch you now,
If only I could love you now
Can't believe she gets tolook into those eyes
Can't believe every day she takes whats mine,
Thursday 19th July 2018 4:03 am
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Wait for me | Wait for me | Pathways | Butterfly Poem/early mornings |
Vandalism with Vegemite
Based on a true event here
While you up there all eat your Marmite
Our Vegemite we also eat too
We have it on toast for our brekky
Which no doubt you Marmite yours too
We had a strange one here today
This bloke he thought that he would paint
A Vegemite graffiti on a train station
Allowed of which you know you 'aint
Thursday 19th July 2018 2:48 am
Also by Don Matthews:Never Mess Round With a Rhymer Joyti | We Have a Brain in our Bum | Thankyou Alan Poe | I'm No William Shakespeare | Hey, What? Brian's Gone Looking For Gina | Unleash Your Mind | Build and Destroy | Trumps Planned Visit to UK | The Lions Den (dark, but true) | There's Too Much Gloom, Depression Written on Our Site | Frances Can't You Hear Us? | Shit. Excuse Expletive | Gosh Gee | I'm Sorry. This Fucking Mess is Upsetting Me | Where Are All the Froggies? | Hey...What?...Bugga |
My mother once told me
she thought I was as strong as she was,
but she was wrong and told me I was weak
Could she be right?
So far I don't think I've been able
to prove her wrong
She told me she has no faith in me
I think I had lost faith in myself before her
What has it come to...
now I can't smell flowers how I used to
or smile at faces...
Thursday 19th July 2018 2:25 am
Also by yajaira:HONESTY |
Simmering in the heat from the blossoming wave
To tingle for outlet of sobering relief
As sensations of burns run through the utmost brief
That life terrifies flies into the corps of slave
Tie me up, tie me down, tie me in all angles
To the sun's solitude in the middle of days
As remembering soul throughout the bloodied ways
To swarm to the present of unwrangling tangles
Thursday 19th July 2018 1:52 am
Also by Louis Audet:Tinder |
We all have a birth mother
Each of us has a name
Each has a temple
We all die
We all breathe
We all live in the dirt
We all thirst water
We all hunger sustenance
Petals shed and settle
Atop verdant leaves
Vying for the sunshine
The flower’s final blood
Bleeds-out onto the leaf
Burning brightly through
Wednesday 18th July 2018 10:44 pm
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:Let's Go |
Mary Queen of Scots,
Alone in her room,
Yes, death comes too soon.
Still she prays for absolution
Using the old rite -
Catholic she remains -
She who was Queen of France
Speaks to herself in her mother's tongue
Robbed of a throne by Elizabeth:
Ponders the ironies of love
The emnity of nations
Wednesday 18th July 2018 10:32 pm
Also by John E Marks:No guide, No hero | Sepsis | Ruin | A ladder to the stars | Summer Eve |
In rare unguarded moments
you'd see the old motorbikes
side - propped at a kerb
Velocette with fishtail silencer
Sunbeam, Ariel Square Four,
Vincent Black Shadow.
Everything deeply chromed
from pretty heads
to tippy toes,
Dunlop tyres, de rigeur,
and wait for the owner,
the original often as...
Wednesday 18th July 2018 9:58 pm
Also by ray pool:THE OLD FELLAS | NAMEDROPPER | RICTUS GRINS AND STRAIGHT FACES | BYE BYE BLACKBIRD | LONELY RACONTEUR | AT THE A & R | STANDING UP FOR VERA |
Everytime I see your writings my head goes crazy
I’m getting screamed at by everyone up there
I know you love you and damn I miss your family
But I think I’m happy here and where I could go from here
Your sad and feel lonely
but I want you to know that you’re never alone or in the dark because I will always be that firefly that lights up your night
Wednesday 18th July 2018 8:08 pm
Also by Akira:(untitled) | I should |
I forgive you because,
Holding on to hurts of the past
Is being shackled to the ground
With no escape
But the sound of your voice belittling,
With your sarcastic remarks.
I forgive you because,
If I don’t,
I will sleep walk my whole life,
Never getting anywhere
But listening to your voice
Condescending and obstructive.
I forgive you because,
Wednesday 18th July 2018 5:27 pm
Also by Danny G.:Searching From the Core (Poem) | Despair Made Me Stronger (Poem) | Love is a Compass (Poem) | Worth in the Wrong Places (Poem) | True Love is Inevitable (Poem) |
Thoughts of you,
all bundled up
in my heart
like a child
a cold wind
a balance of
I worship more
the moments that
of my eyes i
Wednesday 18th July 2018 4:44 pm
Also by david patrick simon:Daggis poems | The childrens poems 16 Madison | The childrens poems 15 Graham | The children poems 14 (Kasey) | The children poems 13 (Joseph) |
I have to be
for three days.
build a kite
away the time.
out of a
and a wire
I can tie
Wednesday 18th July 2018 4:34 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Going Out For Cigarettes |
(This one might be a bit of a poser for WOL. I have posted it three times aleady with no objection on each occasion. Presumably it is therefore more acceptable than "Upskirting". Be warned; it is shocking. But then that's the skill of language, isn't it?)
The mission’s not impossible; it is not even hard;
I just enact the script for Him - a player, nothing more;
It’s happened in th...
Wednesday 18th July 2018 2:30 pm
Also by John Coopey:UPSKIRTING | UPSKIRTING | OUR GERT KNOWS BEST | HEY, RAFA! LEAVE YOUR CRACK ALONE | I HAD A DREAM | THANK ‘EAVENS FOR TOTTENHAM’S BOYS | NEVER TELL THE GODS YOUR PLANS |
I am a volunteer who helps to manage the Write Out Loud website. My specific job is to meet and greet new members when their profiles appear newly registered. I do this by sending them (via WOL private email) a longish message of welcome that includes the site’s terms and conditions, to which we hope they will abide. I send this message under private email to them so as not to fill u...
Wednesday 18th July 2018 12:49 pm
Kneeling at the window as if in prayer
He looks out at the night
The surrounding trees are black shadows
Barely seen against the indigo of the sky
No stars shine tonight
But an unrisen moon lightens the air a little
With an almost imagined spectral light
Somewhere over the distant lake an owl calls
And calls again
A late moth blunders against the open window
Wednesday 18th July 2018 12:40 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Rain | ENDINGS | Succubus | Contrapuntal |
I have been infatuated with your smell and sweet perfume for 2 years,
2 years have I been burying my nose in you like I am planting a new flower.
A flower in which I feel I know so well, because I am the one who gave it the chance to continue growing.
I was unaware that this flower would grow to the point that it would develop its own smell.
A smell I was entrapped by, and that was di...
Wednesday 18th July 2018 12:02 pm
I am not hiding though I use a different name,
I am not hiding, my belief is still the same.
Would you like my address and number,
my registration to be sure?
192.com will buy you even more.
You could strike me like a drone,
by not ever leaving home.
Or could we come together to experiment with truth,
to dispossess the theives
of what they hold as proof?...
Wednesday 18th July 2018 9:23 am
Also by Joyti:Scraps |
Something about the way she moved
Maybe it was me just lost in some fantasy
When it was done it went gray
What did I actually think
Even if the world stopped I would still trip over my own thoughts
Confused feeling misled feeling to misread
Im not normal and it feels like sometimes feeling normal is the hardest thing to achieve
Why is it everyone has what they want in mind
Tuesday 17th July 2018 11:56 pm
Take me away, where broken hearts go but if I leave to let the night be bright until tomorrow shows! Don’t take me away, before I can take you somewhere you would be amazed, but if I may be the sorrow causing you to push me away, then let me be free before tomorrow is day.
Before the night falls to dawn, I will be breathing my last breath, behind the shadows, I will trace the sorrow, don’t let ...
Tuesday 17th July 2018 8:46 pm
Tuesday 17th July 2018 8:37 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Ghostly Way | 'My' lavender | So inattentive and so frail |
Don't you know
it's just a rage
a tempest brewed
from grape not sage-
in all the world
there's not a stage
not tread by feet already.
And so I bow
and bid me out
you cared for nought
nor gave a shout
as all that is
has come about
with out you being ready.
words and foto T Carroll...
Tuesday 17th July 2018 6:51 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Driving responsibly | The Astronomer's gaze |
As many of you know I was left permanently disabled by a Stroke in November last year. It has left me facing early ill health retirement. It has affected my ability to write, speak and move and I am adapting to a life of assistance. It’s been the biggest challenge ever. I tried prayer, faith and hope and despite improvement I still long for the life I had before.
I wrote this whimsical...
Tuesday 17th July 2018 6:32 pm
Tuesday 17th July 2018 4:54 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:POST MATCH P.M. | WOE BETIDE | WHAT A WHINEY FOOL WORLD! |
Here we are discovering
the art of poetry...
words attached with
to start a chain reaction
Step by step taking
the reader higher
Into the unblemished
skies of imagination
Everything’s allowed ;
to laugh, cry,
be happy and sad
A feast for senses
A question without
Tuesday 17th July 2018 4:27 pm
Also by Anya:The Skeleton | Total Lunar Eclipse | A Photograph | Red Rose | The Mother’s Day |
Granted, our one attempt at midnight
sun, an arbitrary hour of extra light,
which owes as much still to the moon
as to the other, leaving the garden in
a liminal state, leaving the blackbird
to equivocate in light too young
to bear the weight of still being day.
The cat returns whiter than before,
moving in nuanced fashion through
flowers blanched with the snows
this uncertain hour b...
Tuesday 17th July 2018 1:03 pm
Monday 16th July 2018 10:57 pm
Also by Arina:Frizzies and milo | navy and white | Heart is where home is |
She stands tall next to me
capturing me with her eyes
she knows I want to flee
waiting for my vision to rise
to give her a sign,
so she can sit
and start talking about her boring life
how I fucked up mine
I'm evading her eyes,
but she keeps telling me
how I should stop that and this
I keep staring at the window
waiting for her to leave
not answering is not en...
Monday 16th July 2018 10:07 pm
Also by racha:New eyes | runing games | a play | special conversation | A BEING OF GLASS | reflection |
in the distance
we all wore sunglasses
- enjoyed the sea breeze
this and that and the other
and later - when the tide
had come in on our thoughts
we shed some tears -
the seagulls kept me awake
I lay there at 5 in the morning
imagining swallowing pills
one after another
until the bottle was empty
my face white as chalk
Monday 16th July 2018 8:22 pm
Also by Colin Hill:don't be late | a meaningful existence is only fleetingly glimpsed between the chaos of our everyday lives . . . |
It’s only a game
This beautiful game.
There was nothing he liked more than a kick-around with a ball
Down the park or the reccie with his mates
He’d stay out til dark and his mum would moan he was late for his tea.
The lads swapped football stickers and wore team shirts for PE
And when he got the latest home kit for Christmas he was delighted.
Okay there was that time tha...
Monday 16th July 2018 2:51 pm
visionaries of our ascension ~
anciently holy men
did they mean literal ascension
the grand gravity switch flick-off
so cities forests farms oceans
are swept up and away
snapped from centrifugal moorings
fished to the vast benday-dot canopy
the polka-dot silvery cherry night estate..
did they foresee i wonder
football stadiums shopping malls
in meteor garb flash above
Monday 16th July 2018 1:56 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:Fifty Shades Of Freckle-Faced Dalek |
If you want a win you’ll take a draw
‘Cos losing hits a nerve that’s raw
As good times go you’ll take the bad
An alternative to going mad
Now as for diets and keeping slim,
you’ll take whatever clothes your in
As long as they look reasonable enough,
to get the doubters to call your bluff
You’ll take any odds on a winning horse
As long as the nag just finishes the course...
Sunday 15th July 2018 9:37 pm
Also by Fred Varden:The Extra Terrestrial Poets | It’s hard to stop (audio) | Truth and Lies (audio) | Virtual Unreality (audio) | POSITIVITY |
Poem 157 of 230: THE MANY ELEMENTS OF BUXTON - SUMMER 2001
From lead and Blue John,
The list goes on:
Green-grass on the Slopes,
Soil in a cross,
And, had between wal...
Sunday 15th July 2018 9:05 pm
The summer bade us farewell
as he strolled the river Irwell.
His mind constantly at war.
He perched upon its banks
yet with no reverence or thanks
cast stones to make tranquil, no more.
“How is a man to be himself,
chasing dreams of elusive wealth?”
His being felt rotten to its core.
"Ravaged with external voices
I lament the infernal choices
Sunday 15th July 2018 8:26 pm
Hours turn into darkness
Time freezes deeply
Far away in between
Ripping me apart
Sounds of bangs
Curling into repetition
Disconnecting my soul
Far away my eyes lock
Hard to feel reality
I see nonstop
apart from me
Eyes daily spacing
The gun bangs
Weren't for you
Sunday 15th July 2018 7:55 pm
When I wonder what's wrong
When I think whats going on
A Voice said 'this is what you did
Not much love exists to feed.
Tides will not change the future
Might just believe it, forever
Believed that the eyes I see
Truth in them will set me free.
Taking a huge dose of the drug
Never know what's beneath the rug
Chemical changes inside me
They will not let me be.
Let me be the free bird fl...
Sunday 15th July 2018 6:18 pm
Also by Spiralize:Despair |
Gazing into my eyes with such ferocity
Am afraid I'll melt into a puddle of flesh and bones
The passion like a burning fire behind your eyes
I sadly come back to my personal hell : Reality
When you're down to Earth
1D said you'll know how hard it hurts
They say you know when you're in L-O-V-E
Pepper me with kisses to prove it all
Cliche dates and movie nights
Sunday 15th July 2018 4:23 pm
Also by ASHLEY ROGERS:BAGGY SHIRTS AND NERDY GLASSES | DANCING FLAMES |
ppl call me a freak cause of visons i see have u ever seen a woman hanging right in front of with it dark have u ever heard ppl screaming have you ever tried to commit suicide have you seen something dark then told some1 n your the laughing stock ppl tell u stop makin up illusions have you ever been placed in a mental hospital an still your schizopreina went outta wack welcome to my life
Sunday 15th July 2018 6:35 am
Suppose I had no speech then what would I be,
I would never know the joys of being free,
Suppose then I was not allowed to be free,
I would never now the joys of being me,
Suppose then I was not allowed to be me,
I would never know the joy of having my own destiny,
Suppose then I was not allowed a destiny,
I would never know the joy of my reality,
Suppose then I was no...
Sunday 15th July 2018 6:02 am
Sunday 15th July 2018 3:33 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Raindrops | First Performance | David Cooke's 'After Hours' | "These single socks seem to think I have nothing better to do than run a dating agency for them." | ‘Every revolution needs a soundtrack.’ |
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