Poetry Blogs (2019)
Name to start with has alpha.bets
Assembled together to make some.sense
Though if language unknow then it sounds non.sense
Still a name is important cause it's common.in.sense
A name defines your personality that is what some.say
The name you have suggests your religion and.nationality
Although in a global village where we live today names have no.mind
Lee in USA, can be ...
Sunday 21st July 2019 12:17 pm
Also by Brinda:Headache!!!! (migrain) | Good night!!! | PMS | The layering!!! | Perfect Flight!!! | Sleeping blues!! | Brain nags!! | Yawning blues!!! | Reflections!! | Tell me the flavour!!! | Pen off!! | Broken necklace!! | I had a dream!! | Healthy!!! | Infection!!! | Afternoon siesta!! | Refreshing evening!! | Summer heat!!! | Bed of roses!!! | After life!!! | Confused thoughts!! | Addicted to self | Bare thoughts!! | Slow poisoning!! | Impossibly possible!!! :))))) | My blog diary!!! | Whispers!!! | Life imprisonment!!! | Letter unread!!! | Dear diary page 1. | Pray, Pray, Pray..... | The gilded cage!!! | Back to work!!! | All things end in their perfect time!!! | Super hero lover!! | My loving Lord!!! | The other side of being me | New born passion!!! | Picture perfect |
Men on the Moon
have come and gone
yet moon remains
to earth belongs
What would be Earth
without its light
less love and magic
in the night
Oh not despair
the moon is ere
our guiding light
and always there
Our light of lights
lets lovers swoon
just let it be
leave us the moon.
Sunday 21st July 2019 11:04 am
Also by d.knape:Hearing Loss | The Inhospitable Hospital | Flip Flops | Man Arrested | Learning How To Drive | Write Yourself | Fame & Twitter | BEARS | Aunt Dorothy | The Wrath Of Wives | The Pilot | A Day At The Beach | Litle Clumps Of People's Stuff | Shell | VACATION NOTICE |
back from war
after too many, a year
soldier puts his heart next to hers
but would it be recognised
would all of its violent echoes within
damage her acceptance?
On this liberated day
peace and understanding
have set up their stalls
he has already paid the price
for most of their wares
all he can hope for now
is that she will make a ...
Sunday 21st July 2019 10:37 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:denying of child's play | trying to be his own redeemer | wilting wallflower ( for Devon ) | victims? oh yeah! victims! | an old, old drinking buddy as an example | rediscovery | A DEMENTED CASE OF OMG! AND THEN SOMETHING ELSE i THINK | ARSEHOLE-CUM-ARMAGEDDONS ARSONIST | knock knock-who's not there? | dampened | Lord Lonely | when being soft becomes hard |
Sunday,21st July 2019
Where do I stand?
I am unable to understand
this hollow sky with a vast horizon
where do I find heaven?
this tiny soul on earth
lives with the constant fear of death,
not in a position to take an easy breath
as materialistic hunger loses the faith
life might have some purpose
but how to choose?
Sunday 21st July 2019 9:34 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Care for earth | Content man | Poetry has feelings | Reality theme | An insignificant soul | Take a vow | Rain rain go, Rain rain come | Love once | Except to cry | Right attitude | My close friend | Cruel nature | Time moves | Never miss or give up | Within and outside | Seek refuge from nature | Human values and | Peace only | Not till yesterday | Real fool | Right decision for | It is better to | Fire from within | Correct path | Bridge the Gulf and | View with an ink | The dragnet of an evil | Feel poetry | Not a dead sea | Love is incomaprable | NOT ONLY HER | Fall on line | Beautiful flowers | Knowledge is another | Limited means | Almost forgotten | For the motherland |
a slip of a girl
Her body is enticing
Like a bud not yet a flower
Unashamedly in the shortest of short
Clinging to her plummy bum
Dance into my cafe.
Soon she will be a beautiful
Woman bursting with poise
She will get much attention
Then one day she will
Fall into a man
A flower in his lapel
She doesn’t know that this
Sunday 21st July 2019 7:40 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:time lasts long in Portugal | small fishes | seen in the woods | spoken poetry | sleepless in Cascais | one summer evening | to suddenly age | no pilot | kitchen drama | green umbrella | alone in a church | a father in law | dreaming a poem | Hong Kong revoulution |
Terrible, I Like You
Shit I'm feeling terrible
Wallowing in doom
Worse thing is I'm liking it
Shit! here comes the gloom
Don't you dare come near me
Chuckle, go, piss off
Take your cheery elsewhere
I like my gloom's spinoff
Shit! my terrible's taken off
How am I gonna cope?
Doom and gloom have also gone
What's left to hang on? - dope
Sunday 21st July 2019 7:30 am
Also by Don Matthews:Don At Work – Please Do Not Disturb | WOL's Fun 'n' Frippancy Movement (in support of our brother in Australia) | Confessions of a Diagnosed Manic | Clique. Wot? | Change the Record Don | Bulls Into the Sea. Animal Abuse in Spain | Cricket World Cup. England vs Australia. Sunday England vs NZ. And the Winner Is........ | Learning Haiku Grade 1 - Sun Shines on Meadow | The Long and Short of Stacy Does Racy | Should We Legalise Prostitution? | Chuckle Therapy | Edging Higher Planes | Catering for Phone Addicts. Stupid | Shit! WOL's Raining Rhymers | Mary Had Wristwatch (anyway, who started this nursery rhyme caper?) | Can This Be Classed An Affliction ? | Blood on the Firm's Hands | New Candidate for the Presidency | We've Turned Into a Throwaway Society | You're Wasting Your Time |
Chanting prayers, dreaming of ships just beyond the horizon,
Another day, another hour, just another minute he wishes to live.
No other choice but one, no other food, no other flesh but his own.
No other way to feed his unfortunate child.
In the middle of nowhere, on this desolate rock, he cut his upper arm.
Blood, not a drop allowed to waste, meat, sickening yet juicy sweet...
Sunday 21st July 2019 6:51 am
Every now and then, we find a band aide to cover a wound on our soul
As soothing as it seems, we must pay the toll
for it will eventually begin to peel
and in anticipation of the pain we will feel
our muscles tense and our jaws clench
until it is pulled off all at once
like an assassin’s attack with no alert
one final hurt
To recover, we sleep as thunder rumbles its wa...
Sunday 21st July 2019 5:36 am
Also by Rebecca:Bloodstone |
Oh little boy how obsessed with a little lights you were
Glowing little bugs keeping you from the edge
Oh what their princess the most beautiful lights you've seen
Now they're all gone and you're on the edge of suicide
No remedy for the mind
No amount of blood could poor to make you feel pain
I guess the melancholy got you
I guess the summer hits you like a truck
The emotions make you feel...
Sunday 21st July 2019 2:55 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Ghost In The Street Lights | I Promise | Space Cowgirl | Crazy Taxi | The Sun Don't Ever Shine | Words of The Waiting Man 31 | Alarms | Firefly. 11:11 | Wreckage |
Living life with everything you own stuffed into bags, two of them, dragging yourself
Living for that hour on the phone, once a day where you can really breathe
By blind luck or some odd chance I stand barefoot on this cold, tile, floor,
Coughing out the last drag of a cigarette, waiting for the last...
Sunday 21st July 2019 2:08 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:10MG Tab | (untitled) | Freestyle Applesauce Sparkles | Untitled | Words for Sirikit, wherever you are | .x.x.x -Tattoo my soul on a peach pit- .x.x.x | Tattoo my soul on a Peach Pit |
Egg, caterpillar, chrysalis, butterfly
This natural magic of transformation
Can happen to you too. Time makes you
More beautiful. Human metamorphosis
Liberates souls. Such a rare achievement
Requires an emptying of the mind
A deep (and often painful) compassion.
Defeat your expectations;
Free yourself from what is expected and you will see
The passing beauty of a butterf...
Sunday 21st July 2019 12:29 am
Also by John E Marks:SHE'S NOT THERE | SLAVE TO LOVE | Snowdrops | SWAN LAKE | Messing about in boats | Forget-me-not | Meanderings | Jailed for Journalism | Fear in a handful of dust | During wind and rain | Time will say nothing | SNOW IN JULY | The bringer of plurabilities | No country for young men | A small truth | Under the Volcano | Icelight | PLACE OF RECOVERY | An Essential Melancholy | The solitary rose of your breath | OCCULT RAT-FISH | ¡No Pasarán! | A vague trembling of stars | Skipping wheels of rhyme | J'adore | Lamentation | Genocide in the Christian East | A dark star | Heresy |
Do it then
Jump you plonker
Why are you being so horrible?
It’s only mind over matter.
I don’t mind and you don’t matter.
COME BACK, I was only ....
Saturday 20th July 2019 10:27 pm
Also by Philipos:DIAMONDS IN THE DIRT | POEM ABOUT IT | REACHING OUT | WEATHER WISE | Earth, Wind, and Fire | TRUTH | THOSE NINE GREEK MUSES |
Persephone lay tangled
In my bed-clothes.
I watched trapezoids
of summer light
alive in her warmth.
I leant against the wall
and counted her breaths:
Pale and shallow her rising.
Her hair webbed.
gripped to her belly
since last she bathed.
I lowered my case
and loved her more.
Words and ...
Saturday 20th July 2019 10:24 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Semi Tone | As if to care | Only time | Christianity | Parsley Sage, Rosmary and Time | A reprisal awaits... | Touching | Did you brush it from your hair? | Conflation |
Distant ship at sea
Navigating through whitecaps
Bringing people home
Cries from newborn life
Waiting for their feeding time
The teat is exposed
Flowers are in bloom
My eyes diverted to look
Away from madness
Criminal at birth
Stole milk from other infants
Now, in politics
Jazz hands c...
Saturday 20th July 2019 10:05 pm
Poem 79 of 230: PIE IN THE SKY?
From our early childhood,
We’re taught to glorify
Conquering the Earth’s neighbourhood -
Shouldn’t we question why?
Satellites can aid siblinghood,
But some missions could buy
A start for millions to make good -
Is Mars “pie in the sky”?
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 20th July 2019 8:43 pm
I remember standing on the edge
At the top of that 200 foot tower,
Officer A announcing that the turn was now mine.
With every ounce of courage my body could muster,
My feet left that solid ground
And my stomach hit my throat.
I clung to that rope, knowing deep down
It would not fail me, but fearing the worst nonetheless.
It's that sinking feeling of sure sudden death,
That every cell in ...
Saturday 20th July 2019 7:45 pm
Also by MDL:Chrysalis | Alternatively | Boxes | Without Sight of Shore | Trial by Fire | The Source | Madness | Duality | Charlie Victor Del......ta | This Life | The Tree | I understand now why they call it flames | The Other Side | One More Request... | Compass |
Yo-ho-hear the song of a man, yo-ho, with a hundred souls in his pocket
He can get no sleep, he can get no rest, yo-ho, and he can get no peace
The rope is tight like a well-tuned cord yo-ho! Alas, but who's to walk it?
Yo-ho, to the docks, when Sun dawns, yo-ho, on the Harbor of injustice!
The bugle blows! All aboard! Yo-ho! A man and a hundred souls embark.
Ah, but a thousand desp...
Saturday 20th July 2019 6:03 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:The 21st Century Paradigm | The Benefits and The Perils | The Bluebird and the Wallflower | Mid-Summer Monsoon, Pantoum | The Madman and The Lunatic | Wake Up And Smell Reality | The Summer of my Dismay (Volume 27) | Mirror Says |
“When we get the roof on it’ll block out all the stars”
“When we get the roof on underneath will all be ours”
“When we draw the curtains it’ll block out all the light”
“When we draw the curtains we’ll illuminate the night”
“When I’ve given you our children will your love for me live on?”...
Saturday 20th July 2019 5:45 pm
Also by Wolfgar:The Origin of a Sub-Species | A Juggernaut requires Bureaucracy | Two poems from the forgotten generations (Reposts, the audio is pertinent) | Night Sailing | Watching from stage left | Under the pier at Brighton | Krill | Night Sweats |
like eating a shit roll and
champagne from a mug
© graham sherwood 07/2019
Saturday 20th July 2019 5:43 pm
Is it me just being perverse
But when I see or hear the word diverse
It brings on feelings of ennui
Where and when I happen to be
And the suspicion things'll get worse.
Saturday 20th July 2019 5:42 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE QUESTION NEVER ASKED | BIG MAC | YESTERDAY ONCE MORE - a re-post for Summer |
Mrs. Ringenroth taught
us a sorta furrowed brow
squinty eye kinda readin'
Makes ya look intelligent
scannin' the horizon of a line
for them steepled ascenders
and dots like dead crows
stuck on a cloud.
The educated boy
don't move his lips.
The educated boy
gets hung up in the crease
close to the spine
until the book slams shut.
It's that mouth-breathin'
Saturday 20th July 2019 5:41 pm
Also by Devon Brock:Light Provides It Time | Diversity in the Burn Pit | On The Architecture of Marriage | The Tenor Improvises To The Soprano's Dismay | Farewell - A Sonnet | American Standard | On Getting A Notice From "The Prick" | The Fuschia and The Hummingbird - An Ekphrastic Repetition | She Looks To The Sea | When Once Grandiose | I Once Met A Man Who Was | Maple Before Winter | On Some Nights Polyphony | Suddenly Always Happens On Familiar Roads | What Gavel Presumes... | The Rarest Gem | And I, The Never Pure | A Lone Tree Rages | Some Thoughts Upon Mary | On The Language of Possession | On A Freak Warm January Night | While You Sleep | A Song for the Slinking Jabberwock | Now Birds Ravage The Cherries | If Only For A Time | Ode To Candles | Lahm Bi Ajin | A Brief Note On Summer And Tea | The Warm Eviction of Mourning Doves | I Call Me Breathing | I Draw The Clouds Wrong |
nothing stays on in the dark
we’re still here
you didn’t kill me
maybe you like me
when did I get old
monday’s coming again
bugs control the world
Saturday 20th July 2019 5:19 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Dancing Check to Check | Civilization Takes Two | My Half-Life | Our differences sleep with us | Broken & Compatible | Before the silence falls | Poverty | Routine | my complete lack of technique | Try My Skin | Unseeing | showroom | I Can’t See My Life |
The clutter of
insecurities, phobia and nightmare,
in my heart,
Can't reject you anymore.
I accept them.
The way I accept,
confidence, strength and dreams.
To keep the balance,
for realistic approach.
Darkness and light,
both makes me a human,
perfection blended with streaks of flaws.
Accepting them was my first step
towards accepting myself.
Saturday 20th July 2019 4:55 pm
Also by Ankita Srivastava:Diva | Rose - Petals or Prickles | Just let it fly |
Frozen or falling; I feel like rain
Saturday 20th July 2019 4:13 pm
Also by Sophie Morley:Flies | We are not your fucking pets. | In the shower |
Let there be water.
Let it be called pond.
Let trunk and branch and leaf arise around it,
Walling the sky’s mirror against too much.
Let small plump birds paddle its silk surface,
Their calls echoing ancient creation.
Let stiff winged things fly and dart about
Above stiff legged things that skim
A criss cross the water’s top.
And let beneath flash silver through...
Saturday 20th July 2019 3:56 pm
Also by afishamongmany:That Gal Gladys | Travelers All Are We (villanelle) | No Star Was Seen | Drive-Through Movie | What I Have |
the second my eyes caught your gaze,
i’ve been consumed with a powerless craze
i saw you.
your knife sits inside me stuck
but the high from this adrenaline rush
i get through.
the two of us in a room:
please don’t leave, i better leave soon
turn me blue.
say my name in conversation
dials up a full body sensation
this is new.
i resent the wo...
Saturday 20th July 2019 3:24 pm
People these days treat sin better than their very own kin,
we make an enemy of our friends.
Night is day and day is night, what was wrong,
Is now right, the truth is ugly and lies hold
Beauty, slavery is freedom, ignorance is smart, thinking
Is dangerous, mindlessness is safe, strength is a threat, being
Weak is strong, we lose to win and win to lose, we’re just
Saturday 20th July 2019 2:49 pm
Also by DeVaughn:Individual Acceptance | Insight | Puzzle Pieces Of Life | Freedom's Burden |
Beneath the Surface
Out of sight and beyond control
they lurk unseen but are ever present
What we see is what we believe
yet the unseen lives also
Often out of mind, impossible to invite
the subliminal forces are at play
These are the undercurrents of life
a dimension without interpretation
Signs and symbols punctuate their presence
intruding into our thoughts an...
Saturday 20th July 2019 12:26 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Flame never extinguished | Being | Images | The Sea will part |
On finding his fish
the mechanical fisherman
schooled to salute
inclined to dream
the mechanical fisherman
drips from his eyes
looks no further
on finding his fish
On finding his fish
the mechanical fisherman
rooted to the spot
rocketing through ozone
the mechanical fisherman
laughs away his aged scars
recalls his smoothed soul
on finding his fish
Saturday 20th July 2019 11:31 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Dream Will Not Wait | The Benefit Gig | Mutualdisappointment | More About Clouds | These Days As Ever | Architectural Movements |
once upon some years ago
so past stored calendrical events tell me
we were not you and I.
I call it missed out time,
a time when the chance of finding heaven
there was nothing of it
that spoke of potentiality
like a dream
about the realms of emptiness
needing to be disremembered
except when a chink of possibi...
Saturday 20th July 2019 10:33 am
Also by Rose Casserley:no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers | Rise of the adolescents | girls in the know | please don't laugh at this insanely inspired poem called -Seeing three pieces of plastic becoming involved in a love triangle with each other | accelerations | passing into obscurity of an iron horse rider | Earth Angels | Buying new waste |
With purest open heart
Negativity now depart
In beauty walking
Inner voice talking
Mind, body, soul
Smiles easily giving
Eyes open wide
Still point that is sought
All actions all thought
To understand, to know
Truly deeply fathom
Love in every atom…
Dean Fraser - The Quantu...
Saturday 20th July 2019 8:17 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:Rhododendrons And The Hudson River | Totally Fitness | Nature Freely Gives | Amber | Boots 2 | If I Take My Leave | Every Day A Celebration | CENTRAL PARK AFTER DARK | The Water Diviners | City Life - Follow Your Bliss |
HANGING FROM THE RAFTERS
An Irish band was over to open the Festival;
first visit for us to St Alban’s church – not sure
why we’d always passed by, so much missed:
vast arched ceiling, simple, revealing
rafters high enough to remind us all that
men once worked there, close to the heavens,
to set them, make them fa...
Saturday 20th July 2019 5:28 am
Also by Peter Taylor:STEPPING OUT | SET ADRIFT BY SCIENCE | THREE WARM EVENINGS IN A ROW | LOVES NOT LOST |
Inspired by Mae Foreman
My great grandparents left Italy and Sicily after World War I. They left to escape a growing fascist regime with aspirations of new opportunities in a new land. Far away to America. The United States of America. A fresh, new country. A land of hopes and dreams. They worked hard helping to shape the country that this is today. They took little with them and made do with w...
Saturday 20th July 2019 1:27 am
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:What's in a Name | HOPE | FEEL | THINK | What is Art & Who is an Artist | 5WH - Short Poem Challenge (in the Discussions section) | Smile | My Poetry | Death | Oasis |
It seems a little nasty but it's true,
Last night while I was making love to you,
I was thinking of another,
And that other was your mother,
Who I slept with back in 1992.
I think it's fair to say that I was mad,
And bonding with you bordered on the bad,
Yes, I cannot help confessing
Our caressing was distressing
As I'm pretty sure I'm probably your ...
Saturday 20th July 2019 12:23 am
Also by branwell kent:My Family And Other Natural Disasters | Silly Sex Poem | Just My Luck | Please Please Please Please Please Please | Dawn Chorus | A Little Boy Dreams Of Revenge | The Tender Trap | Noises | Will You Marry Me? | Haiku Of My Favourite Words | An Obsession With Adverbs | Norfolk | Isn't It A Pity | Sylvia |
ti qëndron, palëkunjur
ti e përbuzura
ti je grua
që krijove botën
që ti synon ta rrënosh
që dhurove jetë
ti grua, ti nënë
Manhattan, New York
Friday 19th July 2019 7:43 pm
Also by Sebahate J. Shala:Ti, Dhunuesi | Bacit Fil |
and I have ideas
of buying a mirror
so that I can
and see myself.
keep it in my
and take quick looks
know it was me
and not me
At least then
are your own.
Friday 19th July 2019 3:55 pm
Also by trevor homer:STILL LIVES, DISTANT VOICES - a love story in 4. acts. | THERE'S A SHOTGUN IN THE CELLAR | SHADOWS |
I find myself asking many questions.
They are often easy to answer, and,
without a second thought, the answers are
hard to question.
What makes someone perfect?
Perfect is giving all of you to everything you do,
Perfect is achieving success no matter the sacrifice,
Perfect is the absence of flaws.
But I am not perfect.
I am riddled with fears and ...
Friday 19th July 2019 3:53 pm
Coldly do I contemplate abandonment
by two foolish to themselves lovers.
He who now wakes to greet nothing but loneliness
sad, wintry faced.
He struck by realisations lightning
regretting damaging words
impossible to regurgitate.
Inciting the question.
Do both their hearts
Friday 19th July 2019 3:53 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:Pillow prayer. | Crying Globe supporter | Come along now human vultures..... | Utterly besotted |
Beyzubaan meri muhabbat
Kachchi neend so rahi
Koi uthana na ussey
Naumeed ho rahi
Kuch jazbaat kuchley huyey
Armaan ki seij pr
adhorey khwab hain soyey
Kuch bol do na tum
Meri hasraton ko jhinjhordo na
Kachchi neend ki dor ko
Tum yun kaskey thamey raho na
Ujli si ik andheri kiran
Jagmaga rahi us angan
Jahan rehta hai mera sawan
Barso bhi ab tum jhoom key...
Friday 19th July 2019 1:08 pm
Also by Merey Jazbaat:Selective information. | On the wings of our love | Kuch toe bolo!! | Seedha rasta (straight path) | Jhilmil sitarey (twinkling stars)) | Kasak!! | Ik nazam apkey naam!!! |
Ruinous fortune and ghosts blink
Voices whisper like gunshots soft
Spill blood, and from flagstones drink
Ignoring God’s muffled cough
Call upon vengeance, upon right
Bathe in imagined holiness
Tainted by eagerness to fight
Flushed triumph to bold to confess
Metal teeth sunk in delicate flesh
Legs crossed in a burning coffin
Harvest too great for the skulls ...
Friday 19th July 2019 11:34 am
Also by Heart of Lead:The Old Lands |
"There is no sin except stupidity." Oscar Wilde -The Critic as Artist.
Mea culpa! Mea culpa!
Nostra maxima culpa!
Thus should we weep, we cry
As it all ends with a whimper, a sigh
It is the people's will, they say
Proroguing to get their glory day
Your vote was for an ideal state
For nation, borders, Keep Britain Great
Now, your vote means a total schism
As we se...
Friday 19th July 2019 10:40 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:The Land |
Your shoelace is undone, she said
which threw me quite off balance,
for such considerations run
outside my sphere of talents.
Such observations that ladies tell
will bring us down to earth
from higher realms wherein we dwell,
challenging our worth.
A shoe is just a metaphor
when in that state the ladies find us,
to rescue us from siren's muse
and use thei...
Thursday 18th July 2019 10:40 pm
Also by ray pool:PARADISE LOST | PIANO IS MY FORTE | WAITING - FOR URINATION | SUMMER SEASON | MAN TRAP | SHIPPING FORECAST |
(I cannot, in truth, blame Boris. He is a liar. Everyone knows he lies. He lied about Brexit. Everyone knows he lied about Brexit. But no-one who voted for Brexit accepts they were lied to. Or, if they do, they don't care. And that is far worse).
I am Boris Johnson; now my story shall be told;
I have plundered an existence, positioning myself to my advantage;
“All lies and jes...
Thursday 18th July 2019 7:51 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE TRUE AUTHORSHIP OF THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE | TRUMPETRY | COSTA COFFEE | NO BETTER ENDING | DOING IT TWICE |
The quiet, timid people
hid amongst the gathered flock,
cowered in the nooks and crannies
where no-one else wanted to go,
lowered their frightened eyes
when the others came around.
A voiceless legion tethered to anxiety,
tied to a heightened fear
of imagined temporal titans.
A tribe of mixed emotions
withstanding the advancing mass.
Thoughts of survival and
Thursday 18th July 2019 7:47 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Colour - Gold | Incessant time | Always worth holding on | My lost flower | Hardy folk |
A girl wish from her love is only to make her feel out of the world,
Surprising very few are able to feels though..
make her feel she is the most beautiful girl that exists for u,
Sad part is ur man’s eyes cannot get still just on u..
If getting most expensive gifts is comes with true love, than it would have been so easily affordable..
But true love needs ur affection, attentio...
Thursday 18th July 2019 7:25 pm
Also by Mini S:Wish to go back |
First, from nothing scarce.
From the significance in first tormenting light after leaving the dark.
I wanted to mention how love saved certain severances...The blood and clay…soul molded and punctured body of constellations…
How we break free.
How my star falls tonight.
Into the root. Into the wind to feel the soil again. Like his hands wavering the beginnings of sun and s...
Thursday 18th July 2019 6:52 pm
Also by Mimi:...Emulating Arms... | ...Die And Live With Me... | ...We Are Us Jose... | ...This Is Man... |
If you really knew me,
Maybe you'd see,
Through my drowsy blue eyes
Into a raging sea.
Like crows, your sight flies
to the sparkling sheen coating my irises,
The glimmer of a thousand tiny pearls.
But they are a legacy,
Far too romantic for the tidal wave that
Dumped them in my world.
Thursday 18th July 2019 6:25 pm
Also by Astrid:What's the point? |
Hate on Tap
LOCK HER UP!
BUILD THE WALL!
SEND HER BACK!
Rouse the mob!
Rouse the mob!
Rouse the mob!
Hate on tap
Hate on tap
Hate on tap
No more of that
Thursday 18th July 2019 4:29 pm
Added the audio today. Hope you enjoy!
Where are they now, these people who loved me?
One of them dead and the other one should be.
He died early but Satan's still to ring her.
I don't think of them often, but these memories linger.
Six foot five, full of Guinness and fight.
Five foot four, full of vinegar and spite.
Belligerent bully with fists of iron.
Thursday 18th July 2019 3:17 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Suicide Note |
Let’s pretend its November, a sky full of rain.
Let’s pretend its December, frost on the pane.
Let’s pretend it’s my birthday, when I’m 61.
Let’s pretend its winter, with all our woollies on!
Let’s pretend its January, a blizzard on the way.
Let’s pretend today is the years shortest day.
Let’s pretend the shivering trees are still bare.
Let’s pretend its New Year, celebrations...
Thursday 18th July 2019 12:22 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Storm |