Poetry Blogs (2019)
When people see a spectacular dancer,
They say, “Oh, that’s poetry in motion!”
And then they might see a moving painting,
And say, “That painting says it all—It’s like a poem!”
And good musicians are just considered poets.
I mean, Bob Dylan won a God-damned Nobel Prize
In literature, didn’t he?
But it doesn’t stop there. I’ve heard motorcycle
Races described at “pure poetry in action...
Monday 22nd April 2019 2:38 pm
Also by Randy Horton:The Best Way to Grieve for a Child | On Bodily Autonomy and Geriatric Femininity | The Burdened Bookshelf as Will and Representation | The Impact of Utilitarianism on Unsuspecting Feet | The Magic and Mystery of Ministry | On the Disastrous Art of Losing | Texas Tornadoes and the Power of Prayer | Life, Love, and Leaving in Livingston, Texas | On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives | If Gratitude Were Horses, We'd Never Fear A Stampede | Accepting an Infinite Regression of Causes | On The Odd Quality of Trumpets in the Mist | The Distinct Challenges of Hyperfocus | The Unintended Consequences of Complimentary Behavior | The Unreasonable Demands of April |
To describe the taste of an egg, is
in a thousand words
milk and water, similarly
as I scramble for an answer.
© Graham Sherwood 04/2019
Monday 22nd April 2019 1:20 pm
You venture on vacation for some rest and recreation,
but instead you end up feeling rather glum,
‘cause your favoured destination leaves you stamping in frustration,
when weather comes and bites you in the bum.
Your friends all think it’s funny ‘cause back home it’s really sunny,
and here you are bedraggled by the rain;
you’re feeling somewhat crummy ‘cause you spent a lot ...
Monday 22nd April 2019 1:00 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Floodplain | In Tune | Gone | Silence is…. | NaPoWriMo | Irish Logic | One More Bacon Butty | Come Away With Me | Táim sa Bhaile | Erin go Bragh | Soft Day | Reasons To Be Thankful | Every Day? | Older | My Souvenirs | The Big Question | Getting In | Summer’s Day | Wedding | The Match |
i am idiot young and
in the back of the car
i close my eyes just so
the light of the sun
between the trees beats a tattoo
behind my lids and lenses
and that is all I want to be
just then - isolation
pink black pink black pink black
a heartbeat from 8 minutes before
Monday 22nd April 2019 12:55 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:providence | i am made of water and so are you |
you think, ‘what a fucking monster”
but your job is to be charitable
so you gaze deep in his eyes
and see the humanity and pain
and he responds with laughter
and tears, touching your shoulder
while eating an entire family
without spitting out the clothes
Monday 22nd April 2019 11:24 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:tiny mammal strategies | Conjugating Needs | Neverlook | acknowledgements | In Absentia | $9 | Playing Adults |
I could say it blankets me like a black cloak
But it's more obvious than that
It's written all over my face
Apparent in my behaviour
Silently curtailing my speech
Keeping interaction at arms length
Limiting my conversation to a smile and some pleasantries at best
But I wish you all a good day
Monday 22nd April 2019 10:44 am
Also by Philip Stevens:Station to station | Write some poetry !! | Let the madness out !! |
I want to change people views on me,
In which theirs eyes has a distorted view they see.
I was once wild and free,
But now theirs a broken heart inside me.
I used to fearless and free,
But this pain has gripped me .
I once thought love could conquer it all,
But with it comes the greatest fall.
I let my barriers break to low,
I took a risk so my feelings were on...
Monday 22nd April 2019 10:39 am
Also by Joy LuvCamnkiancaleb Morris:The branches of love |
from your uncharted expanse
I have ventured
to assume their meaning
and as far as the eye can see
I have a mind to people hidden lanes
with numberless thoughts on each leaf
come from your unread expanse
parachute into my formal garden
appear behind me like an emerging mole
I am reflecting upon your stillness
musing on the foreign tongue
aim at last from you...
Monday 22nd April 2019 10:20 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Championing The Unlikely Hero | My Little Discovery | Lines To Copy | We, The Uneducated | Situation 1 |
in the lido
a solitary turd
past the sun
Monday 22nd April 2019 9:22 am
You would never believe me if I told you that..
there are thorns in my conscience..
Of leaving faith and allegiance..
You would never believe me if I told you that..
there are hidden layers to the spoken truth..
Persistent lies lived in the times of youth..
You would never believe me if I told you that..
dark demons still reside in these caverns.
Dark and light shades of moralit...
Monday 22nd April 2019 8:23 am
Also by mona s:Memories | The Soul | The Tree | Twilight | Growing apart | What Dreams are made of.. | Nonet -Frangipani | Fragments | Pregnant Blue | The Portrait | Magic | Clouds | Pleiades - An enchanting valley |
BACK FROM A DREAM
Once more woken by my body’s aches
called away from recent dreams
that in a moment flee cool reading rooms
through one of four blue wooden doors
each to reach nothing less than
muddles heaped across a field of
bubble-wrapped, incoherent scenes.
My return each morning on zero gain
is caught on mundane memories
so trite as to leave them in the dar...
Monday 22nd April 2019 8:02 am
Also by Peter Taylor:EASTER MUSINGS | MUSIC DOWN THE MORGUE | GETTING USED TO IT |
Lost in an oversized raincoat, she sits outside the library;
an old book, out of print in a dog eared dust cover.
Through thick prescription glass, puddles ripple
with memories leaking in the autumn rain,
spreading as oil dripping from a rusty sump;
time worn colours swirling away in a wet breeze.
Jaw set, head tilted, she tries to stem the flow,
but the past sl...
Monday 22nd April 2019 7:40 am
Also by Jonathan Humble:This Work Is Done | Gift | Yew | Red Pencil | Blanket | On The Road To Samaria | Coming Home |
You love me?
What is that
To love someone?
You need me
You want and take
On your own terms
But what do you give
What sacrifice is your's for love?
Your love has limits
It's caused such pain
You do not know me
Just my name
Monday 22nd April 2019 5:19 am
In deep pools of stillness
I drink of time
as spherules drop
Seconds dance forever
Briefly stretching time
Eternal drops of motion
Monday 22nd April 2019 4:34 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Senryu 1 | Wind Birds | Three Senryu (I think) | Crimson | The seer | Ballad of the Willow |
You have no idea,
I think, as I finish another line,
That this is all for you -
Wouldn't you be surprised.
Pages upon pages
In order of time...
So silence was never quite silence,
Monday 22nd April 2019 3:45 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:And Then | Sometimes | Hush, lovey. | A Fire | If You Were | Any Less (The Ocean) | Silence | Half order of bacon, make it a whole | Rock Bottom | For Too | Buckets |
River Bells Ringing
the moon behind clouds
confesses her place
her hiding space
till the clouds away
fly startled and fay
like a night bird sleeping
in a peppermint tree
and the river bells ringing
g major and clear
and ringing the changes
and plain bob minor
peals his ranges
deals truth from lies
and the river boat rocking
to the river bells ringi...
Monday 22nd April 2019 1:18 am
Brisk and colorless,
A pitted husk masks the ceiling,
The green earth rocking back and forth.
Horses halt before the golden trenches,
On this brisk autumn night,
Wind shaking their docile springs.
Your tongue raises to another tone,
Proclamations of the weathered elements,
And places of shadowed glory.
Covered in the dirt of yesterday’s...
Monday 22nd April 2019 1:03 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Shadowed Images | Goodnight | Delinquent | Continue On | Let's begin again | It is |
There is a type of loss that embodies the feeling of standing still while everything around you is in motion.
This kind of loss stalks memories and preys on helpless moments of joy like a stealthy predator.
It is a cup of sand for a thirst so unbearable;
A full-body dizziness,
Nausea so intense that it hurts.
It is an unnatural fear that paralyzes one’s existence.
There is a loss...
Sunday 21st April 2019 10:03 pm
Also by Clarke:Ode to Harleen |
Is it so messed up that I hold you to your word
Until I bleed for all the times that you lied
I've never broken my word but you always break your own
So save yourself from the poison you poured my glass
You promised marriage but all you gave me was heartbreak
So now I'm here melting into a puddle
Trying to make sense of why you didn't want to stay
Was it me was I not good enough
Sunday 21st April 2019 9:42 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 1) | Lonely Heated Killer | Words of The Waiting Man 29 | Panic Attack 4 | Hey There. | Mirror | Concrete Rose | Dumb Soil | You Won't Survive This Addiction | I Only Got A Job To Buy Her Glee |
Breaths escape me, choking on nothing.
The world spinning, a swirl of memories return.
The blood, the pain, the agony.
How my childhood was taken from me.
The bruises, the screams, the silence.
Why me? Is what I ask myself every day.
The truth, the lies, the emptiness.
The way the world turned into a nightmare.
The crying, the sadness, the trouble.
I don’t know wh...
Sunday 21st April 2019 9:06 pm
Write out Loud
I sit in my corner and write by day or night
poetry and prose for people who are out of sight
For three years I have happily written
to eventually have become well and truly smitten
I write to receive the comments of others
many of whom have become sisters and brothers
Some live many leagues beyond the seas
but it is almost as if I can hear them sne...
Sunday 21st April 2019 8:43 pm
Also by keith jeffries:This Friday | A New Fabric | Writing | I met a Lady today..... | ora pro nobis | The Harp of Summer´s Joy | Born a Criminal |
It's good to be a woman at 30 years old.
You can even ask for vodka to be cold.
At thirty you have something to surprise,
And see the excitement in his eyes.
When you are forty he nervously trembles.
Hundred-year old man with Viagra gambles.
It's good to be a woman at the age of fifty
Climax has already passed, you are shifty.
It's good to be a woman at the age of sixty....
Sunday 21st April 2019 6:34 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Everyone chooses for himself ... | The Burning Cathedral |
How I loathe the fake familiarity
That infests the modern media,
The habit of using diminutives....
Appalling applications of acedia.
Next time a senior police officer is seen
Being interviewed about whatever,.....
Check his first name on the TV screen
It's a fair bet that it's never
The name that he was given at birth
But a baby name excursion -
As if they ...
Sunday 21st April 2019 3:43 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:PROTEST | REMAINER AND LEAVER | CONUNDRUM | GROWING PAINS | BAD TO VERSE | REMEMBERING THE REFERENDUM PARTY |
Life is fight
Sunday,21st April 2019
the life full size
show no unkindness
with a frown on the face
show goodness with grace
and leave behind its trace
if life is a real fight
but offer fight
it may pose
the road for the worst
but counter it first
let the pat...
Sunday 21st April 2019 3:39 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Heavenly touch | Smile is style | Freedom exists | With the destiny | In the time of | A man without | Love's spell | With a resolve | The honest approach | Ultimate end | Bring in secret | Life, like flower | At midnight fear | Can't bear | I feel sorry | Love -only weapon | Slavery-a sacred bond | Towards humanity | No betryal | Even if I am denied | The blood color | Make him flee | Win her heart | World has moved | You are crazy | At the disposal | Hellish experience | Love and depth | Keep mind clear | Great poetess in inaction | In tears and | Let no one think | I ponder | At great distance | No room for | Sorry feelings | Life not barren | Find poetess here | Life is less | Decent death | beauty of life | Someone comes closer | Peace undergrond | Trespass once | You have set | Poets are dead and not poetry | Rise like sun | True sentiments | Fool's day | I feel your name | Real poet and magician |
Monday Morning – 9AM
He calls the meeting to order
The alligator with the human skin briefcase
Teeth like buzz-saw blades
She raises the first objection
The girl with butterfly wings
Muddy puddles for eyes
The maggot takes the minutes
Slowly chewing the page
Drizzling ink-blood on paper
A firefly drifts aimlessly
From subject to subject...
Sunday 21st April 2019 3:33 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Chelp | AmericaZ | Elegy For A Ghost | Down At The End Of Lonely Street | From The Attic | Martyr | Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) | The Turning Of The Tide | Vesuvius | Grit | heatwave | A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden | Blue On Blue Contact | Simple Pleasures | Manhattan Morning | The Parable Of The Wolf And The Lamb | In Memoriam | hide and seek | Time To Decide Patsy | Recipe For Disaster |
Once was a hare
that in imagination played
who in a cheerful spirit
set about the colored eggs he made
such was the mystery
but be that as it may
he deposited the eggs he laid
least that's what people say
Then children awoke and spoke
in words of wondrous surprise
excited to go hunt the eggs
to which they were apprised
in every niche and nook they...
Sunday 21st April 2019 1:11 pm
Also by d.knape:Restaurant | Sleepy Head | Emojis | The Time Before | Lasting Love | Free Speech | Autism Rhythms | Laughing Gull | First Ride | All In A Day's Work | Grievance Industry | My Life | When Bluebonnets Bloom | Unsolicited E-Mail | Crime Story | Ghost Town | MAN IN A TRUCK | Earnin' Their Keep | Discovery |
so you can
read my mind
but not between
while yours go
without a trace
point out faults
done the same
not yet caught
chip on the
cut off nose
Sunday 21st April 2019 12:45 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:HEAVY BAG | HOLLOW VOWS | KNOW EVERYTHING'S OKAY | RISE N' SHINE | BURN BRIDGES | DO NOT WEEP | DANCE HALL | 9-1-1 | OPEN STAGE | RAINDROP | TOTAL SUM | BACK IN TIME | CHAMP | BELLE |
Sunday 21st April 2019 12:17 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:(untitled) | Love cannot ride a bicycle | These shoes are made for wanting |
That sixteen-year-old words
scratched there in a diary
could bring the two of us here
seems almost supernatural
A spring-evening walk, so like us
the us we were as teens
when you were my first and still my only kiss
as we walked the peaceful parks of home
Now so many years stretch across
a wide valley of unshared experience
squealing and dancing between us
slowly and methodically w...
Sunday 21st April 2019 11:59 am
old men leaving cafe tables emptied
tan stubbled faces worn dinner jackets
yelling down the block
to a nod then wave goodbye
old women arms full with morning shopping
pleasant round faces bright colored wraps
telling the stories of ages
to a stranger's conversant smile
--night is never more than a half day away
from lonesome ...
Sunday 21st April 2019 10:15 am
Also by elPintor:animals | mirrors |
(Every year on the occasion of my birthday my daughter and I take on a challenge in support of Candlelighters, a charity which supports kids with cancer. We have abseiled, cycled and rowed a marathon. This year, because she says I am knocking on a bit, she has set us an easy one - a 20 mile walk along the old railway line from Selby Abbey to York Minster. If anyone would like to contribute to t...
Sunday 21st April 2019 9:56 am
Also by John Coopey:VAR MAN | WRITE OUT LOUD WOMEN BLUES | A TRIP TO THE DENTIST | CONFESSIONS OF AN ADULTERER | SLIP SLIDIN' AWAY | SON! SON! SON! | SON! SON! SON! | FUCK THE NHS! | ME DAD'S CARS |
I am afraid that I might hurt myself. I am afraid I might fall down on the sidewalk from weathering these inaudible, raging storms called ‘thoughts.’ I am afraid that a rooftop may be more appealing than a stairwell. I am afraid a tangled body may be more beautiful than a body unmarked, because a body unmarked is as scrambled on the inside as a ball of cat-clawed yarn.
And a tangled body is an ...
Sunday 21st April 2019 6:07 am
Also by Alex J.J:A Plea for hope |
Sometimes when I watch the city lights
slowly die to give way for the night,
or listen to songs you wrote about me
as I stand in the backroom window in my apartment,
I wonder if you’ve forgiven me
for all the times I didn’t love you as much
when you were still here with me holding my hands.
I know it has heen a busy couple of months
with everything happening all at onc...
Sunday 21st April 2019 2:31 am
Sunlight on your skin
Teardrops in your eyes
Reaching down your chin
Hearing out your cries
Tearing me apart
Knowing I’m the reason
For your aching heart
And all I did was offer you a treason.
Sunday 21st April 2019 1:32 am
Also by Ana Dobrev:5am |
I first noticed the village pump some years ago
when there were farms, spreading fields,
a lovers lane, open sky to the west.
Today, I find a maze of habitation,
a settlement satisfied with itself,
taking serenity for granted
leaving such little trace;
a pond of sorts surviving,
crude tyre marks of mountain bikes
bloodied by mud at the bank.
I was frank...
Saturday 20th April 2019 11:09 pm
Also by ray pool:ON MUSHROOM HILL | GOTHICK | LEFT BEHIND | ON GURNARDS HEAD | NO ARGUMENT |
Hello from the other side,
from protected words, created lights,
as something small,
distant signal, so hard to recognize.
I don't feel I can...no I can't,
I can't really write tonight.
Hello from the city streets,
purple in the deep, fading lights
with contrast of white on white,
shattered through the dark,
broken in their half,
I am sorry cause I can't.....
Saturday 20th April 2019 9:50 pm
Bipolar one disorder. I did not flinch. Warm and genuine, I liked him right away.
Open mike night. He played guitar. Part of the regular crowd. I had seen him many times, always with a smile.
Beer was good and we talked over the music. It was only our second meeting, yet the conversation flowed with ease. Relaxed and natural.
Been a lawyer he had. But not the "good kind" and he gave me a ...
Saturday 20th April 2019 8:45 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:A Tractor's Wife | Lisa | And the Mouse Said... | In the Closet | The End is Nigh | Open Mike Night | Eggs | Write or Wrong | Walking |
The fractured shards of broken glass, the crash of sirens, the smell of hash
Of pain and hope, intertwined in acid, of mindless rage, the taste of wet grass
I walk in pain, this life a farce.
Cursed son of Cain, slave to dark arts
To render time, we worms of smoke
For the greatest lie is a tale of hope
To seek truth on a razors edge
A taste of blo...
Saturday 20th April 2019 5:12 pm
Also by The Carbon Quill:Goodbye My Friend |
percolated upon the brows
of fallen kings:
that we descended like spiral staircases
wherein every step
suspicion creaks like bone
we are unknown
a swath of heads
taken, cackling in the streets
bobbing in gutters, downwind and downgrade
before meeting Death;
pummeled and pestled
squashed, pressed into mortar,
Saturday 20th April 2019 3:55 pm
In fine feather
April beauty blooms
in perfect balance
of satin pink
a vision of majesty
A tree of Magnolia
Saturday 20th April 2019 1:41 pm
Also by Jane Briganti:A Butterfly Is Born | Almost There | Overtures | Roads Ahead |
Fur coat, no knickers.
No better than she ought to be.
Common as muck.
Too clever for her own good.
Slung out lines to stunt and mould,
ensure she doesn't reach her goals.
Keep her tight inside a box,
locked away from greatness.
Slappers, tarts, MILFs and cougars,
girl next door with Page 3 hooters,
sluts and slags and dirty bitches,
fried egg tits a...
Saturday 20th April 2019 11:53 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Immaterial | Proclivitas | Scopaesthesia | Atlas | Cycle Haiku | Triptych | Buzzword Bingo | The Gift | Sustenance Rap | Song Sung Blue | Incomplete | Once Upon a Time | Call and Response | Recipe for Change |
She was naked, slender, elegant.
Standing before a mirror brushing
her curly natural raven-black hair.
She giggled across the bedroom rug
lifted the bed sheet. Slid beside me.
The headboard tattooed against the wall
in time with our grunting and gasping.
She stretched a hand towards a drawer
where she hid fluffy handcuffs away
I took chocolate cake from the f...
Saturday 20th April 2019 11:35 am
Also by Rick:Nothing left to chance |
once was a sweet inocent young girl
a young girl who always followed the rules
always listen what was told
never disapointed anyone
but she was never happy
always wanted to fit in
and to be loved and to be popular
honestley she would do anything to fit in
even go to places she shoudnt go
like to that party she didnt even want to go to
but if that meant fitting in
Saturday 20th April 2019 7:53 am
Also by Justine Ramos:Today is the day | Pleasure | Lies of Happiness |
There's a forty ton truck
Coming his way
Will he sway out of the way?
Or, does he believe that nothing happens by accident?
Are you on your phone, texting your mate?
Hurrying up so you wont be late
Later, will you scream all alone?
Fall into the opposite of mystic,
Sink into real pain?
Dark river flowing
Through your veins
As you moan
like the animal we are
Saturday 20th April 2019 12:20 am
Also by John E Marks:An Airy nothing | After the genocide | Good Friday | The drawing of a torch | spring | elegy | The long genocide | Love in a police state | First Person | Teenage Dreams | Blue-remembered | Friend of the Devil | RAINY SEPTEMBER | In the dread of night | Stippled sky | Snow in June | Janissary | Another day | Entanglement (Verschränkung) | Truth | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | Along the Unhallowed Way | Why Brexit? | A LURKING | METEMPSYCHOSIS |
Thou shalt pass the plate of brass
With felt to deaden the ring of coins
Or take the collection
In bag of leather or bowl of wood
Remembering to avert thine eyes
At the widows mite
And the rich man’s notes.
Thou shalt wear a smile
Even unto those who turn their heads
Or pass the parcel quickly to their neighbour
Or over th...
Friday 19th April 2019 10:39 pm
Poem 74 of 230: ANTHROPOLOGICAL SOCIALISM
Wonts, in close study -
Provides students with
A good insight on
Many ways to live.
And students well-read
Are oftentimes led,
To Left of Centre -
That happened to me.
However, I’m on
The side of all those
Who, questioning “aims,”
Make misled-Left foes.
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Friday 19th April 2019 9:51 pm
She takes her hand off of the door
Doesn’t quite know what all of this is for
Am I going to never want more
She’s silent, mouth and mind
This woman ever kind
And thinks without meaning to
“My life is gone,
All I knew”
And though she fidgets in high heeled shoes
Her hands move to the knob,
Her heart begins to throb
She feels all weak in the knees
Can someone stop...
Friday 19th April 2019 9:04 pm
Also by Josie Harris:Tiny |
When we sit down for tea
you tell me
nothing makes you more happier
than knowing that you’re loved and
being able to share that love
and for a second I panic.
I panic like everyone else
when they come to something
that they don’t understand.
I panic because
the only love I’ve ever known
comes with a whole host of expectations
of who to love
of when to love...
Friday 19th April 2019 8:46 pm
Also by sanjana shroff:Freedom. | Illusions. | New beginnings. |
Aks se poochh baitha dil yeh sawaal:
Kaash kabhi aaisa ho…
Koi miley jot um jaisa ho…
Naye kisi ped ki koi shaakh ho…
Patey naye phool aur nayi saakh ho…
Kamzor dil na koi baat kahe ki chot miley…
Aik aas meri hai ki nayi bahaar ke akhrot miley…
Surkh sebo ki tarah mizaaj haseen honth laal ho…
Door kisi pahadi pe ugi makai ke jaise reshmi baal ho…
Husn itna lajawaab...
Friday 19th April 2019 12:56 pm
Also by ai ou:I Wore A Frock | Kuchh Soch Yu Hi... | Wonder Woman | श्यामली सलोनी | A Wish List |
He sniffed at Miles Davis in his Pompous English way
but doffed his treasured cap to the tunes of Sid Bechet,
who himself was not a stranger to the pulling of a trigger,
though to one as mean as he was he'd have been a lowly “Nigger”
From High windows he could survey other lesser forms of life,
those toads and grubby proles mired in their strif...
Friday 19th April 2019 12:01 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Manuscript | The empty chair | A Lark ascending (thoughts on Vaughan Williams) | A doorway in a northern town | Shoebox | Shoebox |