Poetry Blogs (2019)
Lost time, how much time do we really give ourselves
Are we living our own lives
Lost soul, constant feeling as if something is missing
Lost goals, fulfilled by unfulfilling ideas, other people's goals
Wasted love, loved the wrong one, lost
Some things lost should stay lost
Some things found should never be found
Some things we ask fo...
Sunday 15th December 2019 2:33 pm
Did you ever walk
to see a different
point of view?
or sit and rest awhile
and think on things
and think them through?
Yes I have sat and rested
sat and also
thought things through
I have often walked
that gives me my
side-ways point of view.
words and image. Tommy Carroll
Sunday 15th December 2019 2:23 pm
The dark, dark times had come
Their shadow long
Swallowing up us whole
Starving for more
They’ll take it all
The dark, dark times had come
grinning their fangs
Their faces lurking
in the crowd
Ready to bite, eat us alive
The dark, dark times had come
It’s our turn
It’s time to hurt
Sunday 15th December 2019 1:37 pm
Also by Sparkle:Cry me a river |
Leave the golf clubs behind
The morning power walk along the busy boulevard
The two to four at the beach (beer, nuts and cheap book)
The quiet evening at the gated community
Deep down you want
What we all want
A slice of Sicily
Sunday 15th December 2019 1:24 pm
Driving at night
on a road I don’t know
The wind howling
with a fluttering of snow
Seeing things in a way
I don’t normally see
and it thwarts me from
getting to where I need to be
Eyes playing games
Peering beyond the haze
Every street seems the same
like a cornfield maze
Well that how it feels
When disorientation kicks in
Like being in hell
Sunday 15th December 2019 12:25 pm
We live to eat
but find that soon
our stomachs bulge
our waists balloon
yet in our haste
to more consume
we end up fulfilling
our own doom.
Sunday 15th December 2019 12:24 pm
Also by d.knape:Then It Hit Me | KOREA | RATS | Book End | Easy Pickings | Whale Fall | Vaults Of Wisdom | Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |
He was a veteran
He saved the day
On that early morning of May
He was a fisherman
He rose early every morning
Said his prayers
But his dessert, he’d never share
Sunday 15th December 2019 12:10 pm
Also by Mika:Searching | Delicate | The train |
‘Don’t look at faces.
Don’t look at faces.
Look at Christmas lights.
Look at pavements glinting with gum.
Look anywhere, but not at faces,
faces stab you with darts of
rage, despair, envy, spite.
Don’t look at the faces.’
I arrived at ‘The Oaks’ unscathed.
The walls were decked
with balloons, festive holly,
crepe festoons - no mistletoe though....
Sunday 15th December 2019 11:46 am
Also by Rick:the good old days? |
There is a sudden pause i feel
Silence creeping into my mind
Stillness in emotions and feelings
tsunami that struck seems ended
Rustling of leaves, bumbling bees
Rising tides, surfing waves and ripples
Quietness envelopes gently politely
Nerves seem to be relaxed and serene
Heartbeats regular and chest a sudden calm
When all the demons leave, there is absolute peace
Sunday 15th December 2019 11:31 am
Also by Do.RoThy:An invitation!! | Love you!!! 💖 | New born!!! | Love locked!!! | Peace n hope!! | Sick of it!! | Commited in love!!! | I love you? | I thank thee!! | Waiting!! | Missing you!! | Confused!! | The beginning!!! 💖 | I love you forever!!! | Heart-felt!! | Ready, get set, go!!! - The marathon!! | Breathe!!! | Shhhhh!!!!! | Life ain't a fairy tale for me!!!! | Ant DoRis | Crazy little heart!! | Pause!!! | O darling death!!! | Love you!! |
All the things we know and love,
The mysteries of life
The slowly moving hands of time-
A surgeon with a knife
Bleed emotion, let it flow
Don't hide away the tears
Maybe soon, you'll find the strength
To fight away the fears
Or will you let them overcome
And let the demons win
Fear and anger overflow
As darkness takes you in
Please, you can't just give up now...
Sunday 15th December 2019 9:24 am
A weed, unaware
Of its lowly status, smiles,
Continues to grow
Sunday 15th December 2019 9:13 am
The Chinse. (Told to me by a South African)
They are all over Arica now building houses,
Railways and roads using their workers
There is little work for the local population.
If you take a train in Africa, there are many graves
By the embankment, of Chinese workers who
Died there they even haven’t got a name.
The Chinese by up farmland products are sent
To chine to fee...
Sunday 15th December 2019 8:50 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:obstacles | the human cannon | phone talk | homless | manx poem | roses poem | when love is not | oddity of sex | the kiss | the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |
“Oh no, I never think of it as 'travelling,' I replied
while pulling on my second Bass and considering an easesome lass
go striding around the bar. Its just an eccentricity, my dear Akira,
a foible if you will – still, it lets me wander bare-foot
through seasons past, when taller (and, I admit, of sounder mind).
Yes, I've certainly learnt more tolerance am...
Sunday 15th December 2019 7:18 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:The Wake | Faith is a Barren Garden |
A Perfect Fit
Rhyme you say so much to me
You crack me up with mirth
You help me look inside myself
And see what is of worth
At times you do frustrate me
Can't make your lines go rhyme
I guess I can't expect them to
Go balance every time
I'll bend you and do what I need
To make you say my bit
You are my friend rhyme , don't despair
We are a perfec...
Sunday 15th December 2019 7:10 am
Also by Don Matthews:Write-Off | The Letter Writer | Crowder | But I Like Helium Balloons | Side-glancing in an Argentinian Cafe | The Newsagent | Publisher Wanted | Doomy Gloomy | Does No-one Know Where Rose Is ? | Brains to Practice On | The Lady of the GPS | Fluffer Round With Flowery Words | What is The Like-Minders Society ? | Learning Haiku – Important Point |
Christmas roses bloom in the dying of the light
But it’s not a rose it’s a beautiful buttercup, slight
Like the golden marvels we used to decide
Which side our bread was buttered.
Do we like butter or not? Was the yellow
Reflected on our chin? These flowers resemble
The wild rose – poisonous to humans –
Helleborus niger macranthus –
Enough to tangle any tongue.
Saturday 14th December 2019 11:55 pm
Also by John E Marks:Regret | Wild is the way | A sword of lightning | Tabula Rasa | A rare descent | Solstice Song | For Cathy, poet | For John Donne, poet | On the Narrow road | Love will tear us apart, again | Lunecliff | The Alpha and Omega | Nothing more | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | The solitary rose of our breath | Bandit country | A shadow behind the sun | Suttee |
Rain is comfortable to me
I am drowning anyway
There is no difference through my eyes
Saturday 14th December 2019 11:21 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:Do Not Disturb | Limbo | Ascend |
What shall I write today
What's in me to give away
Every moment in dirty glass
But the trees are so tall and the clouds shimmering
The sunlight beaming down on them
Glowing from inside
And the soft silver center belly
Pouting down in rest
And I'm distracted by a memory of lyrics
It's been a slow day
So it's been a good day
Maybe better maybe worse from this moment ...
Saturday 14th December 2019 8:59 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:L' | (untitled) | Everyone Has Their Thoughts and Comments | Weapons of War | Armor |
I voted for Labour
My faith didn’t waver
But we fell out of favour
It came to pass.
We lost the election
On closer inspection
We lost the connection
With the working class.
It’s been a disaster
To Blyth from Doncaster
Across to Lancaster
But who is to blame?
We all failed to heed a
Warning that we’d a
Weak useless bleeder
Who’d bring us this shame....
Saturday 14th December 2019 5:10 pm
Also by John Coopey:HE'LL HAVE TO GO | "ALL LIES AND JEST" | COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES | THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |
Through the clouds.
Across the miles.
Encircling the globe.
With conditional love.
Rewarding the good.
Old saint Nick......
Keeps getting away with it.
Deceiving the nations.
Masquerading as the good guy.
The real truth is far from good.
Dont be fooled......
Rearrange the letters to find our villain.
Such extraordinary lengths to disprove God' s son.
A pagan festi...
Saturday 14th December 2019 4:47 pm
Also by Robert holyland:Contemplation (only) | Omega. | Ascension | Kingdom of comfort (political manifesto) | Lovers moon | There will be Silence. | Nobody | Idle thoughts of the mad. | United States of Nowhere |
Poem 199 of 230: BEDE’S WORLD - WINTER 2002/3
During Advent, I returned to Bede’s World,
Where I, already read, was further schooled,
Via walks through the museum, the farm,
The ruins, and the church with its old arm,
Plus the herb garden - raised beds, kept with care:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme all there.
With gifts, I left, after some four hours,
To round off, at home, my thoughts...
Saturday 14th December 2019 4:09 pm
Nature is our savior
Saturday, December 14, 2019
If one wants to weep
let him keep
the status of isolation
and disregard the human relation
but if one wants to be live
in nature's pleasure
there is a treasure in abundance
yourself only to woman
there are many more things as divine
you find joy in flowing wat...
Saturday 14th December 2019 3:43 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Trade & territory | Find the heaven |
The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you
She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after
She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...
Saturday 14th December 2019 2:59 pm
Also by In Her Head:What Sits Behind Blue Eyes |
Do you remember airmail letters?
Fine parchment sheets in thin, blue envelopes
With red, white and blue borders?
They were always so special to receive
From someone dear from far, far away,
Often oceans apart on another continent!
Telephone calls were wonderful,
A beloved voice through the hard receiver,
But hand-scripted words had a charm all their own.
Saturday 14th December 2019 11:57 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:CAT | Christmas Cake |
A decade on, decade long
I’ve been filling this space with lines
you can follow them if you like
I’ve gone from ‘putting out’ only
to taking in, to loving others’ work
I hear their voices in my own words now
I’ve been leaving myself behind
these past ten years
trying to find that spark
It’s said ‘don’t stay in any place too long
when you’re ...
Saturday 14th December 2019 11:30 am
Also by Tom:Hyde Park Winter Rink | Ride Twice | Get A Room | House On The Edge of Town |
Of all the people you know, you are most responsible for you,
And even one day, when you have kids, this much will still be true,
You're responsible for every thought, every word, every bit of, "Truth," you bring to their door,
So you'd best start looking after yourself, as if you're someone you're responsible for,
I know life seems unfair right now, but let's be honest it made no prom...
Saturday 14th December 2019 7:55 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Stand Up | Stoic | I'm Tired | Angular | Highway Code |
If I knew your poetry would suddenly
I would have memorized
to comfort me,
when I feel alone.
Your words help heal
my savaged soul.
I'm sad you had to go.
# # #
Saturday 14th December 2019 5:25 am
Also by Vautaw:Dancing with Poets | Arrogance Immunity | Fan Girl |
Look back and see
run run run
I run away a lot
fear is a mighty motivator.
ask those trapped by fire
175mm M107 Self -Propelled Gun.
Look it up.
See fire, smoke, kid bits
at the exploding end.
51 years later
Nature is nature.
Life is love
whether I am or not.
Saturday 14th December 2019 2:48 am
Also by Fred Nicholson:Inside - Out | Let's talk . . . |
So, why does exist
Sound so much like exit?
It does a bit
Who has bitten the putrid apple
Ho hum drum
If life is for the living
Then what about me?
Who wears her body like a jacket
Life, oh life!
What about me?
Who lives outside of herself
And watches through the windows
Of her stained g...
Saturday 14th December 2019 2:27 am
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:Outside of Herself |
You know that you are having
An out of body experience
When you find
Your heart and your mind
In a different place
To where you physically
Saturday 14th December 2019 12:21 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Solstice state of mind | Christmas game of cat & mouse | I-solation |
In the recess of your mind (For Do)
My hands reach out to touch you
To break a binding spell
That grips you oh! So tightly
How far my friend you’ve fell
So insidious and commanding, compelling you to obey
Implanting words inside your mind, the things you have to say
You are thinking thoughts are yours… because this is how you think
Your eyes wide open, blind… thes...
Friday 13th December 2019 11:11 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Promises promises... | FREEDOM | Walking into the light | A party fit for a Prince | Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |
Together let us gather to sing the Christmas songs.
Let us open hearts to strangers, together we belong.
Let us kneel with kings and shepherds upon this strawy earth.
Let us sing with joy, and worship He who gives the second birth.
Never mind the hustle bustle, the clamour all around.
Let us gather us to worship and sing the joyful sound.
Lay aside your daily woes and the heaviness of life.
Friday 13th December 2019 9:16 pm
Also by afishamongmany:A Christmas Cat |
Doesn’t it make you sick?
The pollution. The plastic. The over consumption.
The wastage. The damage. The over indulgence.
Land, rivers, lakes, sea and oceans,
consumed by our latest trend consumption.
Doesn’t it make you sick?
Water poisoned with chemical toxins.
Uncultivated land and air not safe to breath in.
Resources raped from societies of people.
All in the ...
Friday 13th December 2019 6:27 pm
Sylvie was a comely wench. Fifty, if a day
Oh yes, her charms were obvious, and always on display
Dressed to kill, in leather and lace
A shapely body, bonny face
Her hunting ground The Royal Oak
She’d always find a younger bloke
A teacher with a lack of scruples
Never short of willing pupils
Life was good, the sex was hot
She was happy with her ...
Friday 13th December 2019 6:06 pm
The trauma from my past weighs heavy on my soul
Unresolved issues making me feel alone
The pain in my chest been replaced by a dark hole
I feel like I’m living life through apps on my phone.
Night after night insomnia plagues me like a demon,
I’m so exhausted, I can’t take another beatin.
My stomach churns like I haven’t eaten.
Sourpatch Kids my life, I need it to sweet...
Friday 13th December 2019 6:03 pm
Santa felt sassy and seasoned
Having switched from soda to whiskey
Stirred and slurred, his vision was blurred
Sleigh-driving was stupidly risky
Sloshing around but still seated
Strapped in, seemingly quite self-assured
Whilst swerving through Nice, he saluted the police
Whose chopper was wisely insured
Donna and Blitzen were startled
Dancer and Prancer were ma...
Friday 13th December 2019 5:38 pm
The sun fairly shines
But the world isn't one
And you wonder why
Of all the places,
All the people,
It has to be in paper
You could pour your heart out
And bleed your pens
With thoughts imprisoning you
It has to be the paper
That hears your complain and growing pain
For you were never heard
Of all the people,
It has to be pillows and blankets
Who calms your raging soul
In the midst ...
Friday 13th December 2019 2:24 pm
Also by Darlene Butalid:A Letter to Your Grave |
"Oh" the most suffused word of meaningless longing.
I come when it's over.
I'm on the left side of God. Right wings fornicate underneath white ceilings.
Buddha and Hitler one took the extremes beyond themselves and the other not far enough.
(Fact: Lucy In The Sky was recorded on a four track!)
Pessimism is aggravated by contemporary culture like hemorrhoids is by dampness.
Friday 13th December 2019 1:27 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Gossamer Glass Hands |
Needle to the skin
Instead of a blade
With permanent scars
Paint a pretty picture
I’ll put it on my arm
Friday 13th December 2019 4:58 am
Also by FuckEmily:Nothing |
I'm not going to make it to Twenty-seven
I'm too busy trying to make it to Heaven
Oh shit I forgot suicide makes you go to hell
That's better than suffering everyday
I rather die than live a lie
I'll start cutting again
If you won't judge me
I told her that should be the death of me
I was not lying
Love is so messed up
That you'll start drugs too forget
Just for you to end up
Friday 13th December 2019 4:29 am
Also by Damon Blackery:(untitled) |
I’d love to say I love you
But all I’m feeling is hate
It’s an over load of emotions
And you can’t seem to relate
It’s like a ticking time bomb
And all you do is hesitate
We use to be on the same level
I use to care for you a lot
But you can’t stop being a rebel
And love is something we forgot
I don’t want to hurt you
But I can’t keep letting you hurt me
Friday 13th December 2019 4:06 am
Also by Aimee:Overwhelmed | Home to me |
When looking for a new doctor
For me the best of all
Is one that's overweight and a smoker
And reeks of alcohol
Friday 13th December 2019 12:32 am
Also by Joe Marcello:Perfect Strike |
The Buddha before you
Never the end
we hear someone say...
or the beginning we hasten to think!
MY life is important...?wha.. wha... what do Yooou think!... ???
3 - 3 - 3 9
I hear you call,
softly and secretly from the depths of my soul.
All the while
living through life
the buddha before you,
Thursday 12th December 2019 2:04 pm
SEASON OF ME
as if in a
nothing to me
one way street
no fly zone
fuming smoke stack
gone off track
bull in a
fish outta water
trying to fit in
with a circle
Thursday 12th December 2019 1:46 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:UGLY DUCK |
Empathie and kindness
No longer an act
In lack of self esteem
And insuffisant tact
A boost a crucial hike
In dire seeked
For the sake of seeking
To ease the mind
Shaped and carved
To reach the beings
The heart always dispised
The inconveniently near
That will always be too far
The invisible beings
Our society deemed inapt
What a deed to b...
Thursday 12th December 2019 1:37 pm
Every second Friday
my wife and I have sex
I wear my Batman costume
She wears her x-ray specs
My wife makes all the running
I do as she directs
When things get really steamy
she removes the x-ray specs
I tell her that I love her
it's not all about the sex
but she can see right through me
I curse those x-ray specs!
Thursday 12th December 2019 8:02 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Acid Rain Was All The Rage | Switching Internet Service Providers |
With the first and potentially only tattoo
I celebrate this wet dark blue
With sleeves exposed to the moon
Don't you dare judge me, this art isn't for you...
Like ink on skin and ink on paper
This is my own creation
A red rose with a blue stem wraps around my arm
So that when we shake hands you see one piece of a bouquet
And I tell you something poetic like,
Wednesday 11th December 2019 11:46 pm
Also by Cherry Erich:Black Cats are Brightest in Daylight | These Cages Aren’t Metaphors Anymore |
"The moon is a penny thrown into the sky"
"A boon for the most needy passer-by"
"Who threw it there!" and "Why doesn't it fall?"
We children shriek.
(All the more insistent for being so small.)
" I threw it there, a moment ago.
"And it will fall if you say it isn't so"
Kids rush to the window, squeal: "It's still there!"
" Then I shall leave it in your own good car...
Wednesday 11th December 2019 7:38 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Neighbour To A Mirror | Dressed In Easy Colours |
Memory brings on a subtle change
the brain slows down apace and
curious people stare you in the face -
aversion sometimes written on their
frown when they step around you in
malls or market places – as if those
squalls and ravages of time may issue
forth contagion of a likewise malady
In getting older by the live long day.
Babes inside their carriages might seek
Wednesday 11th December 2019 6:33 pm
Also by Philipos:ON-LINE DATING | TECHNOS | BULKHEADS | ROSES | SKIES | EVEN SONG | SCENTS |
Wednesday 11th December 2019 5:53 pm
Also by trixtex:You once asked me why I loved you |
A great door opens on a darkened landscape
I stand at the precipice of the unkown
A journey forward or an eternal void
I cannot know what is to be revealed
I am ignorant and childlike in my perception
Despite a wealth of experience and knowledge
The future holds no assurances
Faith speaks of eternity but who am I to know
I step forward with resignation
Wednesday 11th December 2019 4:30 pm