Poetry Blogs (2019)
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 |
Tomorrow is the day the country’s asked to vote
Friends, Romans, countrymen, all the common folk
All the lorded gentry, the rich and mega rich
Lend me your ears, the paupers in a ditch
Your home is your castle, rented, mortgaged, bought
Its time for you to vote. Cos. people say you ought
Soldiers have fought battles, millions lost their life
Since time immemori...
Wednesday 11th December 2019 9:00 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Walking into the light | A party fit for a Prince | Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |
I saw her in the street
We were polite, random, neat.
Forgetting what drunkenness
Created in the way of becoming diabolical
Divine Tabula Rasa – blank slate.
Once one, kind, sweet woman,
Polished floors with rage
Arms red and fleshy –
The dark memory of her soul is not pale;
It was late, near the Spaniard’s Inn,
The full moon was shining,
With all the sol...
Wednesday 11th December 2019 8:02 pm
Also by John E Marks: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 |
"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 |
Desire to know.
Unwilling to see.
It’s a superficial hope.
Just a liars promise.
A calamity befallen.
Wednesday 11th December 2019 5:14 pm
Also by Robert holyland:Omega. | Ascension | Kingdom of comfort (political manifesto) | Lovers moon | There will be Silence. | Nobody | Idle thoughts of the mad. | United States of Nowhere |
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
when my bedroom feels dark
I reach across my bed
as if I simply
have not reached
far enough to
Eventually I cannot reach anymore.
So I stare through
moonlight touching our
faces like snow.
So I stare through,
broken enough to ask
a palm full
could feel so empty.
Wednesday 11th December 2019 3:17 pm
I am the book
that was left behind
I was tossed out into the street
they said I had no life left
that I was just used up
but I surprised them
when I was rescued by a poet
who has a history of saving books
retrieving them from dumpsters
saving them like homeless souls
Now I will have a home again
a place that's safe and warm
and I'll be in a place of ho...
Wednesday 11th December 2019 1:22 pm
Also by d.knape:Easy Pickings | Whale Fall | Vaults Of Wisdom | Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |
Dissolved into the dark
Part of it all
Everything has disappeared
For it's all the same
Now I let
Wednesday 11th December 2019 11:09 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Christmas game of cat & mouse | I-solation |
Sounding smug he said
“Nothing is vegan” as if he
had stated a truth revealed by God.
And I remembered a story about a
Buddhist monk who started each day
with a prayer for all the living beings
he would kill or harm just by
existing on the Earth.
He said simply walking,
or even breathing,
would surely cause and
He could have said, I guess,
everything is har...
Wednesday 11th December 2019 10:13 am
Also by Randy Horton:The Dire Consequences of Room-Temperature Tea |
For every ship that sailed away
you forever received two in return
the heavily laden burden of fault
from which you never had to learn.
The sparkling light of luck
shone always on your skin
and the bright spark of hope
built bridges from within.
Perfectly formed a beautiful being
the mirror blushed at your vision
a sight to behold and to admire
a form unn...
Wednesday 11th December 2019 10:11 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:The ledge | Goodbye voice |
The rain falls gently making no splashes
The wind is absent today.
Safe indoors I look out and know many
Seek bus shelters, and they have no home.
Paris is an ugly city, expensive and dirty
Their subways stink of unwashed people.
I think of the unseen whom we don’t see
Mainly because we don’t want to.
In our cosy dens, we should know this
Wednesday 11th December 2019 9:53 am
Also by jan oskar hansen: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 |
Acid rain was all the rage
but climate change is better.
Who remembers acid rain?
And who'll remember Greta?
Wednesday 11th December 2019 9:41 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Switching Internet Service Providers |
But I Like Helium Balloons
Helium balloon you look lovely
Red, yellow, blue, pink, in the sky
Released by excited/happy children
Who squeal with delight as you fly
What's this? We hear there is a council
Who want to ban us (stay deflated)
They say when we come down from high up
We pollute waterways, and are all hated
We give so much joy to the kiddies
Wednesday 11th December 2019 8:16 am
Also by Don Matthews: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 |
Such a dangerous thing
To let myself get wrapped up in you
Destroying every moment
Restricting all other movement
Everything is you
You’re near yet too far
Too far to take this to the level
Where we can tousle
Around late at night
You’ve got me hypnotized
Taking me to greater heights
In every possible way
Tuesday 10th December 2019 11:26 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:At Peace | Calculated Game | Simple | With a drink in hand | Voice In My Ear |
You think me blind
That I don’t see the devil in your smile,
And the demons in your head.
The scars on your body,
And the stains on your heart
So, when I remind you of the empathy in your eyes
And the gentleness of your strong hands,
You feign silent exasperation at my “lack of sight”,
And what you call “misguided hopeful belief”
As such you put it upon yoursel...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 9:59 pm
Thank God for kindred spirits
who get it,
this lyrical love affair
that consumes our days
and lights up starless nights,
that eases the strife
of a messed up life,
that creates a paradise,
where passion pervades,
and love never fades.
# # #
Tuesday 10th December 2019 9:00 pm
Also by Vautaw:Arrogance Immunity | Fan Girl |
coming out of the radio
of a car parked up outside my house
I couldn't make out what he was saying
I was lay in bed thinking about my security
his voice was bassy and muffled
cos it was coming out of the radio
of a car parked up outside my house
I was lay in bed thinking about my security
my dreams had been very strange
a green and white striped baby animal
with two h...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 8:09 pm
Not weary or, "All tuckered out,"
On every level,
Past the point of return, burned out,
As one thing after another, smothers
The breath from my chest,
As test after never ending test,
"Trust falls," backwards into my waiting hands,
Screaming, "Catch me if you can!"
And all the, "Peppy," shit that I've told myself across the years,
Tuesday 10th December 2019 4:57 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Angular | Highway Code |
I see a world where men will hold opinions,
and yet they can agree to disagree;
a world that will address the dying millions,
instead of the pretence we cannot see.
I see a time when wars are just in stories,
or histories about the years gone past;
when we will not reflect on martial glories,
but celebrate the peace and make it last.
I see a world when neighbours know each other
and are p...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 2:41 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Waiting | Hailstones |
Laura’s snaffled an exclusive
freshly minted by the Tories
a left-wing thug has punched a bloke!
she tweets, ignores the story
about the PM and the photograph
the crisis in our NHS
kids on drips curled up on floors
the current government’s heartlessness
you see, a stolen phone is nothing
when you’ve a brand-new lie to share
about the punch that never happened
by a mob that wasn’t there
Tuesday 10th December 2019 2:10 pm
Goodbye Krampus, return to your castle of jet
No 'Ho Ho Ho' for you, old friend
Don't Krampus style big ears!
Elves we may be, but we're hard as gnomes.
Winter's empire is advancing through snow
Christmas spirits keep the supermarkets going
What do we do with a drunken Santa?
Asked the drunken Krampus, shall we give
Him mulled wine and keep him away from...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 1:36 pm
Let me fan the flames
of your fandom
tickling ‘like’ and painting praise
watching out for typos
You and I
out of here
you and I
should get a room
What would we do in there
behind the locking door?
Turn two armchairs facing inwards
swap endless breathless monologues
clinging on to voices
hanging from each word
at what point would we be satisfied
at what point would we...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 10:26 am
Also by Tom:House On The Edge of Town |
I forgot your name,
This lazy day,
As though the world did not matter,
There remains a husk of me,
Lying in my aforementioned grave.
Though it can’t be clear,
For sure foregone,
A secant tangential line in the sand.
All I ever wanted,
Was to name the phrase,
I love you,
But that’s the way of winters past,
A boat on fi...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 9:52 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Beauty |
When in love you understand
Every emotion, feeling, dismay and fear
So it never pushes the other to the wall
And does what is best for them and him
For the foundation is strong and rock solid
Falling and going back is not gonna happen
But when one falls then other stretches hand to let them stand back again
But when one fears the other anoints the cause away
Tuesday 10th December 2019 1:07 am
Also by Do.RoThy: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!! |
There was wind in the door
It's always the tell
Now it's open and the path is there
Why does it mean so much to me?
So much now that it's here?
Why does it matter?
Kneeling into the sticks
All brown and composting earth
But it's cold a little bit
And the trees are bare as birth
And the dirt is so soft beneath my hands
And a roly poly digs back in
And I am unde...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 12:13 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:(untitled) | Everyone Has Their Thoughts and Comments | Weapons of War | Armor |
A moment in time
When everything stops
So still and quiet
And everybody stares
Because you are there,
And you stop time
Tuesday 10th December 2019 12:06 am
Also by Starri:Merry Christmas | Spring |
Your life is
a blank page
to write upon.
Monday 9th December 2019 5:27 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Poetic Highs | Candle |
We have been taken by a treachery. Bid old
by those who connive, yet still of ourselves.
The things we want are always shiny, cheap,
divisive and ugly. And now the people will die.
We will blame, of course. We all scream for Ice
Cream. The Muslims, the Jew. Those fucking
Romanians! There is hatred, cash to be made
from every creed. And now the people will die.
Monday 9th December 2019 2:34 pm
She sat down
At her writer's desk
With her box of
And her pallet of
And as she painted
She tried to glue
To make some sense
Of the world
In the paper thin mirror
Which was both
Her life and
The jumbled paragraphs
On to the canvass
Acrobats of her mind
Spilling ideas of
Monday 9th December 2019 12:21 pm
In 'my' mind/heart 心
Ideas, plans, memories and emotions
Flow freely in the never-ending stream.
In 'my' heart/mind 心
A character grows misshapen
From its constricted roots,
And the winds which blow
Hot, then cold, then hot again.
Monday 9th December 2019 11:34 am
Pull me closer until our breath combines
Sway me like oceans controlled by the moon
Let your fingers dance on my skin
I want to play this game with you
Moves made to control the other
Hands delicately placed to tease you
Crimson lips on your neck
Bruise this body with my words
Leave my mark, show them where I’ve been
Show them all what I’ve claimed
Monday 9th December 2019 9:55 am
Also by Cait Abbott:Limbo | Ascend |
Give me a country that cares
Give me a country that holds it's head high
Give me a country that still has some pride
But make it one that loves it's neighbour
Whether they vote Tory or Labour
No matter what the colour of their skin
Their sexual preference or building they pray in
So don't talk to me withyour patronising words
Wearing the mask of someone who cares
Don't talk to me like...
Sunday 8th December 2019 5:02 pm
Each morning as I left for work I secured the house,
Closing the windows against smoke and insects
And shutting the bedroom doors.
Our cat was scared of toms in the neighbourhood
So she stayed inside during the day
And I didn't want the bedspreads full of cat hairs.
But every evening I would find Miss Puss
Luxuriously laid out in one of the twins' rooms.
I convinced myself...
Sunday 8th December 2019 3:34 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Christmas Cake |
(A repost from earlier this year. But worth repetition. I'll just leave it hanging here for election week)
"I am Boris Johnson; now my story shall be told;
I have plundered an existence, positioning myself to my advantage";
“All lies and jest”;
Still you pricks hear what you want to hear and disregard the rest,
Denying any part in Britain’s mess.
On the rostrum stands...
Sunday 8th December 2019 11:57 am
Also by John Coopey:COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES | THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |
Spinning in sheets like seamstress ghosts, hands raised to holy host
Crooked hooks litter logs like lightning strikes
Insects moving in the moon lit night, watching, waiting, invading
Without pills all I hear is scathing, insect grooves shivering, shaking
Tree limbs breaking in the dark, rapid breath, raging heart
They're coming, fast as darts, through the shadows like liquid sparks
Sunday 8th December 2019 7:29 am
Mind's clouded with disbelief
Eyes raining with tears
I can't laugh
Mem'ries are vivid clear
I met you in another world,
A man-made world
Everyday waiting for the screen to light up
For you to hit me up
And talk all night long
Because we board the same boat
As we read the same book,
Fandoms never different
We board the same boat
In two diff'rent countries
Like we were in a parallel u...
Sunday 8th December 2019 1:37 am
Panama Love a short story.
The Panama canal is about 51 miles long. Constructed to save the hazardous and longer trip around the infamous Cape Horn. Its an engineering wonder! Made by man to connect the Atlantic sea with the Pacific Ocean it was started by the French in the eighteen hundreds who gave up because of the death rate among workers, which was in the hundreds, it was finished by ...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:48 pm
To the marrow of a hinge in the door looming within the spaces in my spine.
I partake unwillingly into the silence of the thereafter; I hear them walking after these hours...
I do so.
Linger in the niche halfway of dawn predessessing names, and umbilical alliances from the severed.
The key is in the shadow and the sun.
The howl before humanity: I am somehow unasleep beneath the moo...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:32 pm
The winter time - it may be cold and wet,
But there are things which we should not forget.
Do you enjoy trudging through the snow,
Or rather stay inside with nowhere to go?
Of course we now have Christmas too,
Which is a time to rejoice for me and you.
And we prepare for the long dark nights,
A new year begins with great delight.
And so it is now time to look ahead,
Not with de...
Saturday 7th December 2019 4:19 pm
"Sadness has been busy
Innovating in its laboratory
Don’t be fooled by
We have to keep up
We’ve become complacent
Thinking that sadness
Stands still–it doesn’t
Not even for a minute
We’re not polling well
With the under ninety-sevens
Some sort of lift"
Saturday 7th December 2019 3:29 pm
her heart was so loving,
night was a delightful coming,
she was alive and curoius
pretending he was serious
she wanted him so much
was the truth of such,,,,
the same feeling rose again,
she blessed him until the end.
never will she forget,
how he touch her when they met
never in person or in the flesh,
but again and again, she felt his caress.
it must ...
Saturday 7th December 2019 1:22 pm
Also by coyote:internet |
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that mor...
Saturday 7th December 2019 12:01 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Hold fast to dreams/ሕልሞችህን ወድር (በላንግሰቶን ሁጌስ/ትርጉም ዓለም ኃይሉ) |
Beyond The Gone Crowd
There is a blind that cares for me,
A blind that rolls in the morn and then again, evening,
The colour, no consequence, no form or
Importance as, when rolled either up, or down,
Colour changes shape and shine, shadow
Within the room where cherubs once sang, and laughed.
Every morn the roll lifts itself a hope
Of life outside be...
Friday 6th December 2019 9:44 pm
Also by ZTK Space:Beyond The Gone Crowd | Above The Fluttering Butterfly |
Cool cat sat on the cold snow.
Coal black cat, Cheshire Cat grin,
Looking up to see within.
White flakes floating down, carpeting, covering all around.
Snow can cover such a multitude of sins.
Cool cat sat on the white mat,
Softly he began to hum a song.
He though of his lost love long gone
Over the seas to nonsense land.
There no snow but always winter,...
Friday 6th December 2019 7:41 pm
legends and fables tell us of yet another Father Christmas who unlike the one we all know to be good,kind and generous is instead pure evil and is called Krampus.
Devil shaped horns
raven black stare
menacing goat lord
strength of lion
threating heartless killer
screeches death wish
Satanic slaves obey
hunting chosen few
selected child sacrifices
stealing their s...
Friday 6th December 2019 6:44 pm
The only way to describe it, is like a hole in a pair of jeans,
At first you ignore it, but that hole starts to get bigger.
It gets so big that you have to decide what to do.
Sew it together, close the gap, but it doesn’t sit quite right after that.
Or patch it up; cover it with another fabric.
From the outside it is new and clean, but underneath that hole is still there.
Friday 6th December 2019 5:00 pm
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