Poetry Blogs (2019)
A party fit for a Prince
A party fit for a Prince
The taste is bitter sweet as my laughter turns to tears
We mocked and derided their misfortunes, didn’t give a care
In the hearth a fire was burning, warming all who drew near
Many gathered to drink a glass, of wine, spirits and of beer.
Food there was a plenty, many a dish and course
We scoffed till all were full, had expletive filled discourse.
...Friday 6th December 2019 3:51 pm
Also by poemagraphic:
Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |Confused!!
Evening closes the chapter of this day
The faded hue brings with it memories of you
Pain increases and hits hard in my heart
Soul yearns to be in your lovely arms
But nothing in life seems to go the right way
I'm dying, crying, missing you each day
The only hope resides in prayers to God i make
Darkness increases the gloominess of lonely me
If i could only turn the pages qu...
Friday 6th December 2019 2:14 pm
Also by Do.RoThy:
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!! |If It's LOVE
I wish you would come here, stay near me - lay.
Stare at the sky. Count the stars.
Feel the feeling of love sparking up the beatless hearts.
And view, Similar kind of imaginations
displaying over our unconscious minds.
Instead of assuming, each of us are being alone
in a separate situation.
In the night, let’s get lost in each others arms.
I wouldn’t touch if it ...
Friday 6th December 2019 1:00 pm
Stupid Old People
I used to be
young and stupid
now I'm just
old and stupid
being stupid
as a kid
is okay
it's kind of expected
and people cut you slack
but being stupid
as an old person is frowned on
people immediately think of Alzheimer's
then run and hide
stupid old people
get put off and put away
folks don't like to deal with them
they think if...
Friday 6th December 2019 12:32 pm
Also by d.knape:
Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |the kiss
The kiss
her lips had kissed many a man a butterfly
Fragrant and vivid like a spring day in May
Yet not to the point of pollination.
She waited for a kiss that tasted of wealth
She dreamed of a castle and ballgown if silk
Sailing down the river on a boat made
Of a swans’ feather sewn by silky threads.
She met him and when they embraced,
It was as wonderous as when ...
Friday 6th December 2019 10:13 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:
the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |Does No-one Know Where Rose Is ?
Does No-one Know Where Rose Is ?
Does no-one know where Rose is ?
I really miss her so
(Santa's on my rooftop)
(Rudolph's snuffling snow)
Your verse is deteriorating Don.....
We care about the state of things
Pollution, mess and such
Wasting of resources
(I miss her very much)
I miss her carefree attitude
Her greeting with 'hey dude'
Her spun...
Friday 6th December 2019 6:54 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Brains to Practice On | The Lady of the GPS | Fluffer Round With Flowery Words | What is The Like-Minders Society ? | Learning Haiku – Important Point |I-solation
Frantically he taps on the glass
Louder as they pass
Now he screams
But not through a window
It's a screen
Nobody knows
He's scrolling
His soul away
Thursday 5th December 2019 11:45 pm
The Alpha and Omega
He'd despise with his eyes those alive in sackcloth and ashes
The weaponised clones of a myopic dwarf did not do
As they were taught. They denied themselves the water
Of life. They inherited nothing.
No morning maniac music
Shaked them awake.
Those who'd once brought hope
Now mired in hate.
Over the mountain, clouds scud
Blood on the floor
And mud on the faces.
Ref...
Thursday 5th December 2019 11:27 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Nothing more | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | The solitary rose of our breath | Bandit country | A shadow behind the sun | Suttee |SKIES
I see you staring into space
what is it you are thinking?
Just wondering what it’s like
when humankind discovers
other forms of life on Mars
You sound quite sure that
one day, we will – then what?
I am trying to imagine what
nourishment might keep them
alive, makes them thrive that
sort of thing – will they want
to mate with earthling types
and vice versa –could...
Thursday 5th December 2019 10:34 pm
Also by Philipos:
EVEN SONG | SCENTS | SCENTS |You left everything burning
But the love you couldn't cling to
So this is separation anxiety
Pushing down your tongue
I was so sick I thought you could love
Locked myself back up in my room
For you could never see me again
So on this anniversary
I found out firefly
Your ways are so unkindly
My heart was the casualty to your escape
So fuck your attention they were only for greed
Thursday 5th December 2019 9:25 pm
Spinning a yarn
Sammy was a spider,webs he loved to spin,
Constantly trapping insects to feed his kith and kin.
Sammy had eight eyes but no neck or head,
Those eyes spotted his prey and kept him well fed.
One day those eyes filled with desire and led to female flaunting,
The female was much bigger than him,mating was quite daunting.
The sexual encounter Sammy did satisfyingly complete,
...
Thursday 5th December 2019 9:20 pm
CHARITY AND CHARITIES
As we approach the Festive Season with its public communications beseeching us to part with our money, it's reported that this country has 168,000 registered charities -we're talking £77 billion here,- with £16 billion p.a. received from government out of taxed income. I don't think Dickens would have got away with writing about
Ebenezer Scrooge like he did if his own age known such widespread...
Thursday 5th December 2019 9:02 pm
Above The Fluttering Butterfly
Above The Fluttering Butterfly
Today I saw you again,
We spent time in haste and silent tears,
Believing in only faults declared by others,
Today the time was brief, as if the first
Stage of a future king, a future queen.
I know the sorrow you live,
For there is my presence, right there
Upon your intuition, right there where
The glance is t...
Thursday 5th December 2019 6:09 pm
There will be Silence.
What’s there to say?
That hasn’t been said before.
Are the dreams of the young still realised?
Do dreamers believe in their dreams.
Have we not stolen that from them?
Aren’t we to blame for the times we’re in?
Has the time of rebellion arrived on these shores?
Haven’t there been enough broken dreams.
Are you looking for answers?
Best get the questions right first.
Can most of us actual...
Thursday 5th December 2019 5:23 pm
Also by Robert holyland:
Nobody | Idle thoughts of the mad. | United States of Nowhere |Date night 1
Swallowing the A-Bomb,
I crack myself open,
I resign myself to my fate,
A Kamikaze dinner date,
All to be incensed with feeling,
Nagasaki in my stomach,
Hiroshima in my loins,
My mind is Dresden,
Coventry, Rotterdam,
Utterly annihilated,
For these motions are making me weaker,
I’m ailing Roosevelt,
You’re the man of steel,
With my heart between a hammer and s...
Thursday 5th December 2019 4:16 pm
Hold fast to dreams/ሕልሞችህን ወድር (በላንግሰቶን ሁጌስ/ትርጉም ዓለም ኃይሉ)
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
ሕልሞችህን ወድር
ሕልሞችህን ወድር
አሊያ ሕልሞች ከገቡ መቃብር፣
ሕይወትን ምን ለየው
ከእርገብ ለመብረር
ክንፏ እነዳለ ስብር!
ሕልሞቸህን ወድር
አሊያ ያም ይሔም ሕልም ከሔደ
ሕይወትን ምን ለየው ከምድረበዳ
በበረዶ ከተቖራመደ!
Thursday 5th December 2019 7:32 am
Voice In My Ear
Your words whisper in my ear
Your voice does things to me
That haven't been felt in years
My heart races
My insides quicken
I want to hear more
I listen when I'm alone
To be safe from disturbance
I listen while at work
In hopes that no one notices the reactions your whisper creates
I listen before I sleep at night
You're the last thing I want to hear
Blow by bl...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 11:04 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:
The New Norm |COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES
(With an enormous nod to Alex Glasgow's "Lovely Little Lucy")
Bumbling Boris Johnson is surrounded by his lies
That he cannot lie straight in bed should come as no surprise
Cos he’s a liar
He’s surrounded by his lies.
The Times sacked him for making up a quote with bogus words
And Brexit has been stuffed by those “French turds”.
“We shouldn’t spaff good brass i...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 10:57 pm
Also by John Coopey:
THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |It’s another failed day on Northern Rail
Northern Powerhouse
on its side,
the 8:26 to Halifax
crawls along the platform
like it’s watching out for snails
searching the rails for oblivion.
The train’s pace is hardly a race
but it’s only minutes late,
not cancelled like yesterday
...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 9:47 pm
In search of an identity......
All I see is a mist of darkness,
With nowhere to thread my feet in,
In World where there is absence of kindness,
I see a light of hope so thin.
I can’t go on; my body and my soul are giving in,
There’s no fire in belly to seek reasons for my quest,
With efforts and motivation of my kith and kin,
Now, I go along the path where the birds fly in the air so clean.
Then, I arrive at the gates o...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 5:03 pm
Christmas Cake
I grew up, admonished:
'Never take the Lord's name in vain.'
And I giggled, 'or vane or vein.'
I totally knew what was meant
But I was a smarty pants.
And I postulated, to myself, mind you,
'If it makes you feel better, it wasn't in vain, was it?'
I couldn't do anything with 'vein' or 'vane'.
Still can't.
So, I used 'Christmas Cake'!
An excellent splutter of agg...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 3:24 pm
Winter Beach
Remember
The sea assaults
Of winter gales when
Towering spray sheets curl
Over the green-stripe tower
At the harbour mouth
And waves roll shoreward
Beside its jetty
Shingle crashing
Floating spume across the beach
With black stones cold shone by spray
That above the wave thrust
Hides the horizon behind its mist
As the sun shines low
On a December afternoon
Wednesday 4th December 2019 2:40 pm
the wonky wheeled trolley
the wonky wheeled trolley
trails along the crooked path
in the upside down city
in the wishy washy world
small and tobasco red
insanity weathered
its wheels down to squares
(or maybe theyre diamonds)
the wonky wheeled trolley
stuck in the mud of life
cries out for help (any help)
but no one answers
because who would want to help
a wonky wheeled...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 4:26 am
Fan Girl
I snuggle up to your virtual feet,
waiting for you to read
your magical poetry,
that makes me purr,
like a cat in heat.
There is no need to wine or dine me.
Just string a poetic line,
I’ll be yours until the end of time.
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Wednesday 4th December 2019 3:20 am
Switching Internet Service Providers
You're under duress
with high levels of stress
when you change your ISP
And when you're off-line
you're just killing time
by watching daytime TV
Though in my own case
I'm loving The Chase
so it's not quite as bad as it seems
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 11:29 pm
Closing Doors
a thorn
must love
to be a thorn
for without a thorn
there would be no rose
a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 11:10 pm
Also by Juneau:
Behind Me |Unthinkable
It's unthinkable you're sinkable
but hasn't it happened to us all?
In full sail with a fair wind
an unexpected hazard suddenly emerges
and our security and peace of mind
are shattered into a thousand brittle spars.
The alarm bells sound brazenly, unceasingly.
If lucky we are lowered into a boat,
or, if judged not worth saving,
we snatch a lifejacket and jump, terrified,
...Tuesday 3rd December 2019 8:10 pm
I fought
I fought so hard
Not to be with
A man like my father
Selfish and demanding
With cruel misunderstandings
Lots of silence and too many lies
I fought so hard
Not to be like
A woman like my mother
Afraid of her abuser
Becoming his enabler
Staying quiet to keep the peace
Losing her idendity
I fought so hard
To become
The woman I am today
Self-...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 4:01 pm
UGLY DUCK
UGLY DUCK
lonely
and pale
skinny
and frail
invitations lost
in the mail
last one
picked
bullied
tricked
words
hit
like stones
and sticks
not
included
demeaned
deluded
gullible
naive
heart on
sleeve
target
scapegoat
lost sheep
without hope
voted most
to be least
ugly duckling
among geese
where are
they now
doesn't matter
anyhow
felt homely
in the cradle
sittin...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 2:49 pm
Waiting
motionless in a recliner by the window
wallpaper television unnoticed in the corner
staring back through the window at me
no sign of recognition
sudden sunlight on the garden
evokes no interest
in the sparkle of buttercups and daisies
or the shimmer of the pond
song-thrush lands in the lilac tree
branches bouncing in light breeze
spraying droplets that becom...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 1:51 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Hailstones |the good old days?
let me make this very clear
Chris and I are not voyeurs
we just like watching vintage TV
especially if we catch
The Price is Right with Brucie.
if a good looking young woman is picked
and bounces down to ‘Contestants’ Row’
we share knowing looks and hope she wins
and if she wins we zone in
on the host’s right hand
encircling her waist
and scope Forsyth’s thu...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 10:15 am
Goodbye voice
Imagine, you had sung
I listen silently, quite numb.
A broken heart fills
the shattered glass
from which I drink a
blessed, but savage wine
that soothes and burns as it
slides down my self-silenced throat.
Nothing more to be uttered,
the end of language,
it only causes fear and pain,
the bile that comes forth
is the nadir of vile,
and my teardrops
turn to ...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 7:45 am
Jack In The Box
The number holds the value
The value is subject to the unit
The unit holds the meaning
The meaning is carried by the understanding
The understanding reveals the value upon the unit that is placed
2 Bacon Burgers with cheese for 5 bucks
can't beat that
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 7:13 am
Wish on a star
Look among the gems they sit shining like golden swirls of dreams
A song to belittle them a little star is more than it seems
They disappear in the day as the sun covers there beauty
But fear not sweet stars your moon will rise to unsheath you in hasty
The wishes you rest on May come from far but grand a few for they chose and prayed on only you
Tiny kids look up from window pain ...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 6:24 am
Also by Zoë:
Why is life better |Hollow
Hollow she is who gives the smile
Hollow he is who fills a soul
Hollow he is who cries in secret
Never to let the world know what he is really thinking
Hollow she is who covers her face
The beautiful make up
Hides all that she distaste
Hollow we are when trying to hide the pain
Hollow is us, who choose to remain unnamed.
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 2:48 am
Perfect Strike
Men are six times more likely to be struck by lighting
Now odds, 700,000 to 1 is an important detail
It still makes me stop and think
That God just may be a female
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 12:43 am
Weapons of War
Each individual letter
Chosen so slowly
Carefully pronounced
Each tiny syllable
Bringing it up
Foaming at the mouth
I know what I want when I feel this way
A sword so sharp to take it all
Make it all fall
At my feet
Piled so neat
No needles for the patches are strong
All on their own
All on my own
I don't need these wasted words
I've wasted my words
...Monday 2nd December 2019 10:53 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:
Armor |Dancing with the devil
When the devil offers to dance with you
You should say always say never
Cus the dance with the devil
Will last forever
After downing a bottle of henny
Sick thoughts I have many
Puffing trees till my eyes bleed
Visions of the devil I see
He talks to me through this bottle tonight
Asking me to embrace his lessons and come
"Destroy yourself child of god"
"Let the devil in and bec...
Monday 2nd December 2019 10:25 pm
My essay will be finished once the seventh seal breaks and the angles get their trumpets or whatever
Does silence disprove existence,
or does it just mean that someone's not interested.
Living our lives,
guided by the light,
and blinded by the sound that's not present.
Lives filled with love,
love for the waves,
bird songs pushed to the direction where the wind blows.
Even the grass is singing it's story of growth.
Hearing nothingness,
when you open your mouth,
the loud silence that yo...
Monday 2nd December 2019 8:27 pm
Dressed In Easy Colours
Move on past the Black Horse, take the steps
reeling right and left up the green shoulder.
You're in the woods best called "the real world".
Magical of course. Moss-carpeted trees
hollowed to join anon their blown over brethren,
upon whose crazy crumbled limbs you ramble.
In fact this green land that dips and swells
is but sleeping giants and dragons and God knows what.
Progress ac...
Monday 2nd December 2019 7:15 pm
Friend to coked up belled......
This was written after meeting an old mate.....
It was fair to say we had changed.
This is basically what i listened to for five hours until I left.
Friend to coked up bellend
I’m a money man me I’m a money man
I’m a money man me I’m a money man
I’m a money man, money man, man money man
I’m a money man me I’m a money man
Second verse the same as the first and as...
Monday 2nd December 2019 5:31 pm
Walking With My Son
I walk with my little son
He would follow me to the edges of the galaxy
Just to tell me his story of his love for reality.
He waits for my return
Then tells me he misses me
With a smile, a cuddle and kiss that reminds me he’s here in this world.
He gives me tasks to do
While playing in the evening
Then I read him a story
Way past bedtime.
We walk in the morning
While he points out...
Monday 2nd December 2019 11:29 am
Let's talk . . .
Let's talk . . .
Let's talk about people.
All people.
The more people we open to,
the greater the love flows.
"Yeah but, I don't get anything back.
Maybe just mostly pain and suffering."
You plant a seed and get
a pomegranate tree.
The seed goes into the ground.
You may not get love back
the way you expect it to be.
The package reads apple seeds.
Love may not be felt or ...
Monday 2nd December 2019 6:35 am
A letter to Ex-friends ;)
You still mention me in conversations,
just like you would have the right to judge me.
I did not set all my sides free, honey,
your knowledge is exactly as I wanted it to be.
One day bothered you my questions,
should I just stared at the wall when with you?
Another time you didn't like how I treat others,
what real harm did I actually do?
The other day you th...
Sunday 1st December 2019 11:09 pm
Chronicle Of Love
She had been suffering,
The broken relationships under the cracked memoirs
Bones almost plundered
With the fearful hopes, anxious, doubtful all the way
So I slowed down a little bit,
With fragments of kisses
With delicate touches of makeover trials
With the letters denote something like love or etc.
Smell of nights, music of movements
Written poems underneath
...Sunday 1st December 2019 2:15 pm
FOREST STORIES
I last wrote about our five quite some time back,
a time when, for each of them, you and I (and mostly you)
still weighed in and sparred, day on day, in any cause,
on standby should they slip or fall – though close at hand is, perhaps,
the better way to say it, the gentle way to convey a sense of
our being technically unseen, absent, yet able to be found
by one or two, no more th...
Sunday 1st December 2019 1:26 pm
Outside of Herself
"Find yourself"
You can misplace your mind
But
You can't forfeit your mind
When you've built a fort for your mind
Mine is bulletproof,
Double-glazed,
Soundproof,
In here
I can stay outside of myself
I can step outside of the world
Oops
Yesterday,
I watched us having a conversation
From my window panes
Through the heavy glaze
It made me feel some type...
Sunday 1st December 2019 12:56 pm
Ascend
Today has been a better day
I wasn’t a mardy bitch
I didn’t cry when something went wrong
I ate food without nausea or gagging or that awful washing machine feeling in my tummy
Today was an easier day
I could talk without the lump in my throat strangling me
I walked through university enjoying each rain drop falling onto my cheeks
or dripping through my ey...
Sunday 1st December 2019 12:56 pm
The Dire Consequences of Room-Temperature Tea
When I was a teenager, I stopped putting ice
in my “iced” tea, and started drinking it right
out of the pitcher at room temperature. After an
initial phase of alarm on the part of my family, they
sort of just decided that if I was too lazy to put ice
in my tea, then I deserved to suffer all the
consequences that might entail, which,
I have to tell you, weren’t very serious
consequences in ...
Sunday 1st December 2019 3:10 am
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