Poetry Blogs (2019)
you are lost
but i believe in you
and i believe in you and me
because i love you
and you will too.
Sunday 17th November 2019 9:40 pm
Also by marlie:who are you now | missing her instead of me | too good | find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |
Joe was a homless man living in a tyre,
I did a good deed, punctured it,his needs were dire.
I don't know what ispired me to do that,
But now he is living happily in a flat.
Sunday 17th November 2019 9:06 pm
Also by hugh:Wife's jealousy eradicates future dog dominance | Death for the old but a future for the young | The frying pan test | Avoid building a Berlin wall between us and the homeless | The importance of teamwork | Sleeping rough in Westminster | Tom Sykes | The parliamentary "night shift,"left bereft ! |
We kill people
Yet remain comfortable
We’re just like
Sunday 17th November 2019 8:18 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:60% | The cosmos grunts | Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |
Something stinks about this sacrificial affair
This burning stench, will not disappear
It was not just the tower, incinerated that day
Hundreds paying homage, to Ramadan, prayed
Many Muslims died, in that pyre of a fire
Some told exact numbers, best not to enquire
On their holiest month, as Muslims gathered
The worlds media lied, and co...
Sunday 17th November 2019 4:00 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Let's begin | PTSD | 11/11 11:00 Memorial | Faking it | Heros Roll | The Goon Show ii | The way we were | Come On! HONK | White Knuckle Ride | Don't cross the line |
women actually wore skirts
dare I say
women went to great length
to look beautiful and appealing
then mini skirts came in
and the war started
soon skirts disappeared entirely
and women began wearing pants
as a protest
against who they were
now there are no more
with their air ...
Sunday 17th November 2019 12:23 pm
Also by d.knape:Leave Well Enough Alone | Fan Club | Attachment | Getting Ahead Of Yourself | Dear Valued Customer | Laughter 'Round The Table | Refrigerator Magnet | Through 7 Year Old Eyes | ANGER | Old As Rock | Every Post Has A Gull | Our Daily Bread | Deodorant | Do Not Die In The Fall | Widows | Bald Heads |
It’s the way we danced together that I think I will always remember.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’d wake up tossing and turning after another dream where you pulled me in to dance with you under the night sky. I’d close my eyes and lay there for a while, and I would remember the moments I traced your face with my fingertips as I watch you peacefully sleep. Sometimes you would wake u...
Sunday 17th November 2019 9:14 am
Poverty sent you far from home
and the sin accompanies us always.
Today we're down from hill forests,
shedding leaves on hotel carpets.
I sense the energy of coming rain.
In narrow streets the heavens open,
we dive inside a tiny seafood place
and later, tapping to a disco beat
chill out with studded girls in leather,
all party mode ...
Sunday 17th November 2019 6:09 am
Amateur Poet Bert Applies For Entry to Like-Minders Society's Theme Park
Stood at the Theme Park Entrance
Watched Minders flying by
On their rollercoaster
I wanted in, did sigh
A sign nailed to the Entrance Gate
Said welcome please come in
But need to be invited
No riff-raff taken in
Deciding I'm no riff-raff
Prepared my C and V
And sent it to t...
Sunday 17th November 2019 5:42 am
Also by Don Matthews:Greed Rules the World – I Guess | Checking Into Rehab | Nobody | What Fires Me Up To Write Poetry? | Running Out of Cotton Wool | Publish-Time | When You Get to My Age | Like-Minders Society Renewed Attempt to Heal Rift With Traditional Poets Association | Space Reversal | Listen Up There Rhyming Board | Good Question Poet Critic | Editor I Need Some Help Here | Poetry and Me | Once Upon a Time in the Land of Faraway Poetry Lived........ | OH&S Gone Mad | Anomoly of the Law |
There is a force acting upon our love
The connections strong to bless our bond
I can feel the feelings that are residing in you
I can cry the tears of your happiness and sorrows
If you do have emotions clear, so for sake of our lovely years ahead
Do something which is surely in our favor, uniting us forever
I don't care what others feel or sa...
Sunday 17th November 2019 5:09 am
Also by Do.RoThy:Chewing gum effect!! | DIY - a task to start | What am i? | Melody of pain!! | Heartsoubody!! | Feeling!! | Bird in a broken open cage!! | I will and sure i will | Lost!!! | Pull yourself up!! | My struggles!! | At the eleventh hour!! | Khamoshi!! | The world of imaginations | Torn pages of the book!!!!!! |
First loves inspired my first writings
A collection of lovesick blues
Battles of insecurities
All poured out as quickly as it could
Then poetry and I took a break
The inspirations were out the door
And out of sight
Then all at once, it came back again
Art inspired art
Like a chain reaction
Like a flood gate opening
Like a tsunami wave of poetry
Sunday 17th November 2019 1:57 am
Also by Kimberly Ray:Pilgrimage to the Motherland | I am a Tree | The Nearness of You | In Need of Relief | The Nagging |
He was shaking uncontrollably when I walked into his shop,
That skinny Asian shopkeeper.
My thoughts of the beautiful, white Crescent Moon
Were soon lost in the ebony skies of late November.
Everyday complacency fled like winter sleet melted.
He'd seen the glint of the knife on that coal black night;
It was, he said, stutteringly, "the one in the hoodie, with no facial tattoo,...
Saturday 16th November 2019 11:16 pm
Also by John E Marks:A loving heart is truest wisdom | After reading the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore | Blue | An adamantine distress | Nothing more | Trilobite | Stutterer | Semiotics | Bullet points | AN ACT of TREASON | For Anna Akhmatova | The rising of the north | Vanishing point | Solstice Song | Morning Glory | ONLY CONNECT | OTTO'S LAMENT | The Twilight Realm | TIBET | Granddaughter | The Unwritten | Paralysis | In the sixties |
I am at the pit of my breakdown
Saying goodbye to sleep I once loved
Food I could once eat without nausea
That once allowed rest
Sitting on the floor sobbing
Do I allow this pain to make me human
Or wish it away?
I bring these matters to You
I cannot do it alone
I’m still processing
Picking out the safest part...
Saturday 16th November 2019 10:20 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:Nurture | Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard |
People are anguished and perplexed.
The sea and the waves roar.
Men's hearts are filled with fear,
Wondering what is coming next.
What to say? What to do?
What to do? What to say?
'We must unite', earnest faces announce.
'We must incite', troublemakers grin grim.
'We shall not be moved', grey haired hippies sing
Then sheepishly they rush to shop
Saturday 16th November 2019 9:36 pm
Also by afishamongmany:The Peoples Song | Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle by Road Runner 3 |
Wrote for some friends.
Why do birds suddenly appear
Everytime you are near
It's possibly to tell the fact I love you, dear
When you said yes
I felt only bliss
As I inch in further
Just to steal that kiss
Cos you are me woman
Am your mate
And this is not up for debate
So best appreciate
We're in this together
Forever, to have and to hold
Sticking it out til we're grey and we a...
Saturday 16th November 2019 8:29 pm
I knew a guy called Rooney
who dined out on the prunes
you’d be certain it was Rooney
because of all the fumes – I also
knew a Larter who overdosed
baked beans – if seated next to
either, punters turned bright green.
Both studied grim germ warfare
and served in our defence – I heard
they were big noises in a hush-hush
regiment – I can’t divulge locations
Saturday 16th November 2019 6:27 pm
Also by Philipos:LETTERS FROM THE SURGERY | SLEEPING ROUGH | RISKING A CROPPER | SLOTTING IT IN | I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |
They reveal themselves
Saturday 16th November 2019 5:02 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Muse | Retrograde | Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |
You touched my hand,
I was a stranger in paradise
stranger than fiction.
Come to think of it,
I don't dwell on them too often,
such moments of benediction.
Saturday 16th November 2019 4:55 pm
Also by ray pool:NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN | ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |
Saturday 16th November 2019 3:04 pm
Also by Robert holyland:Shadow victim | Why write out loud? | Fields of Glory ( young hearts ) | Rotting Pumpkins | Dream invasion | The End without You. | All will be dust. | Deluge. | To forget me. |
I saw an interview with a famous singer (Portuguese)
He was talking about his childhood and began crying
Not tears in the corner of his eyes, but veritable flood
Of tears; looking at him I felt his sadness, whatever
It was that the arrow of the past had hit him hard.
This made me think of my own childhood and loses
But it was so long time ago, and I have made peac...
Saturday 16th November 2019 2:45 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:sea and people | one early morning | a rose poem | occupation | social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |
it was a year or so since I saw Oonagh
there had been other muses
but she was - still is,
my non plus ultra.
she was the heart of many works with
a dozen names and a dozen guises
I often wondered if she realised
how much she figured in my writing.
our only date?
a night at the theatre watching
a mutual favourite – Macbeth.
she wore a green velve...
Saturday 16th November 2019 10:36 am
Also by Rick:interview .... | thoughts of Saoirse | Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |
He: I thought I touched you but softly
She: Then I'm as bits falling
He: You've left me counting the pieces
She: Then pick me up
He: But what then?
She: Stop counting start mending.
words and foto T Carroll
Saturday 16th November 2019 9:54 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:loves passport check | r e f u g e | The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |
They are strange; they are not like us,
the can’t do stuff without a fuss.
We men, we just want to get it done
they will spice it up and have some fun.
Not sure why God decided to make,
them woman, the fairer of the two.
Perhaps we will never understand His take
but it is working well, that is true.
We men we don’t get it, nor will we ever understand,
Saturday 16th November 2019 7:30 am
Also by Dewald:Who am I | The Place in my Soul | It is that time of day... |
Why are you a parasol carnage of hearts?...Fire to hearth; wavering.
Why do you flicker so loudly?
Evey pronunciation proclaims vowels and blood, and elusive feats of things unanchored.
Can I tell you that within my sewer I hear ocean sounds?
Loud whispers. Evening portals…Long distances made short.
I take for granted what I feel from neighborly beasts.
Eating goldfish benea...
Saturday 16th November 2019 2:22 am
Also by Mimi:... I Feel Them... | ...Petunia... |
Gathered easily and wholly satisfying
before the visionary looks about.
Decorous words hang
upon the branch so
the creative plunge inwards.
Look about now promising words
jangle on every twig in sight.
All directions gleam the same.
Now the artist's work begins.
That dread violation of silence.
There is a story that leads up to...
Saturday 16th November 2019 12:05 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Hide | What Happens In Mid-Air | We Voted With Our Dancing Feet |
(I watched this couple in a cliff-top restaurant overlooking the sea near Bournemouth a couple of years ago)
And a second or two
She wears a top by Versace
And has Raybans on her head;
The man is older
And looks like money,
Wants to look like money;
She looks at him
Over her empty latte
Always at him;
He looks at the...
Friday 15th November 2019 10:04 pm
Also by John Coopey:LITTLE BASTARDS |
Gina my cousin
She was the type who would never die
Had always been there,
All grown up when I was still a child.
Laughing, teasing, bringing me toys and sweeties,
Flirting with my daddy
Taking his arm as he walked her to the station.
She would burst in every Saturday
Her voice like sunflowers and daffodils,
Smelling like oranges and strawberries,
The way they do...
Friday 15th November 2019 8:26 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Forever Soldier |
Rain blurs the horizon, murky opacity
shrouding distance imperceptible, lash talons
curtain-thrash to heather hill across the harbour.
Gulls hacker-love and swopper-kosh the cliff face lash,
dip-flung round the headland, clinging to land’s safety,
seeming wary of the mist-drifting, smash-pounding sea.
Tides dance white horses rockwards, crash-battering
Friday 15th November 2019 7:58 pm
Goodbye to Marina and Pearl.....
Farewell to those late summer days
Made happy by the skill of the acting
That made real their make-believe plays.
They join Compo, Clegg, Foggy and Truly
And so many others that brought us sunshine;
Recorded for us to remember and smile -
"The Last of the Summer Wine"
Friday 15th November 2019 5:06 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:SPOT THE DIFFERENCE | CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |
Gazing up to dream the dreams of what could be - - -
Sprinkles of heaven
diamond clusters sparkle
shooting stars guiding signs
dreaming dreams of what could be
Galaxy lovers travelling the Milky Way
true love enters a forever Universe.
Friday 15th November 2019 4:43 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:When Evil Comes Calling |
I used to hate this part of town
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street
And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
Friday 15th November 2019 11:38 am
Also by Tom:Born To Muse | Why Poems? |
Snow rests on my shoulder dripping
down my back
through my wet pants
and wet socks.
You know I could die like this.
Hands forming a clenched mouth
I mistake my shaking arms for an animal
chipped teeth and burning skin.
You know it could eat you like this.
Black stars and black lights
in a black park with a broken fountain
frozen Cupid caught mid piss.
Friday 15th November 2019 11:08 am
Also by Alex J.J:Space Heater | Magic Trick | Breakfast |
I stay awake alone again
i hear the cars pass by my window
the stars to be my only friend
i relate to the lonely porch black widow
she spins her web in solitude , not a creature to be stirred
and I forever voice my pain , though there's no words left to be heard
i find my peace amongst the night
it holds me near and true
but when I stare amongst the stars
all I can think...
Friday 15th November 2019 10:38 am
Also by Aimee:Change | If I wrote you a song | Grief | Drifting | Myself | Together in my thoughts | Falling In November | Ink On Paper | Ink On Paper |
Do you beg me mindful
as I behold your callous?
Should it be
that your lips become quaint
in shadow of your action?
Or will you remain encumbered
by the air and lie dormant?
Do not want nor follow.
The mammal consumed
by the engulfing rage
the creator has provided,
gleaming at the emissary.
Should you come to know thy will;
have it polish...
Friday 15th November 2019 2:57 am
Also by Chaz Allen:Image of A Ghost | Identity | I'm Sure | Hell | Growth | Gatekeeper | Future | Faith | Epitome |
Which trail did you run down dreams?
Why did you leave me?
I forswore even the deepest memory of myself to chase you.
Now I am old and tired and I can't remeber what I forgot.
Hazy hazy me.
Friday 15th November 2019 2:38 am
Also by Michael Triandafils:Everything is Funny | Proud of the Weight | Songs For Your Quarters |
You believe in love don't you?
You know love,
the one with the
and fractured nose
That old war horse
drowning his sorrows
who can still turn it on
now and then,
in that arena where
every move is scripted
but the blood is still real.
Thursday 14th November 2019 10:58 pm
Also by Tom Harding:The Hard Problem | The Secret of his Success | Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |
I feel fear inside my chest, a strange feeling.
A feeling not felt for a long time.
Fear, welcome home.
Lay in bed; sleep where you belong - In my chest, forever.
Together, we will venture through the lows as we fall from the highs.
Depression has possessed me.
Fighting it helps, but for that I need strength.
Like a child fell on the ground for th...
Thursday 14th November 2019 9:34 pm
Orange beacons lead the way
toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.
The charcoal shadows of evening draw near
and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.
Thursday 14th November 2019 7:21 pm
Also by Jill Ashforth:Bath Time |
That I hung on
When you wanted to let go
It was all wrong
But I didn't want to know
That you'd only kept me around
Until something better showed
So, baby, if that's how you really feel
Then, I've nothing left to say to you
Thursday 14th November 2019 6:01 pm
Also by Lynn 7m.:I don't understand. Do you? | Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |
since I've retired
don't get me wrong
I love it
there's an ocean to enjoy
over the horizon
Thursday 14th November 2019 3:49 pm
I have no idea
How I happened to be on the cliffs
Of a North Shore park that day.
Perhaps a bolt from the busy shop
On my trusty moped
With a thermos of tea and a sandwich,
Needing rocks and waves for sanity.
Nobody else was there.
Sun and sea were mine.
When I chucked my waste into the bin
I glanced up.
Islanders look at the sky a lot.
There's so much of it!...
Thursday 14th November 2019 3:22 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:From My Window There Is A Tree | Denouement | MAKING LOVE |
A frame, a shadow,
Of what it could of been,
Cowering in the corner of a cage
For others' amusement;
The eyes and demeanour
Of a broken bear.
It pained me to see -
So I penned these words.
Thursday 14th November 2019 1:36 pm
GREEN BRONX MACHINE
container of seeds
no place to reap
a radiator tucked behind
forgotten over time
they didn't see
the happening underneath
students on their toes
no sticks or rocks
but a garden box
oohs and awes
couldn't believe their eyes
what a beautiful sight
picking buds for girls
bouquets taken home
Thursday 14th November 2019 12:41 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:BURIED GOLD |
I embrace your abundance of orange, red and gold
as leaves waft to the ground.
Nature’s wondrous way of ‘letting go’.
I feel your darkening days and the chill in the air.
Sharp winds pierce my face.
I hear the birds twittering as they make their plans for migrations --
Looking for a warm bed for winter.
I see apples strewn on the ground.
Then as a squi...
Thursday 14th November 2019 12:14 pm
Lost within the twisting turns of of the corridors of your mind,
Plain to see the agony endured upon your face,
Unwind the thread, leave a trail of breadcrumbs I can find,
That I may lead you out of this cold dark place,
Put your hand in my hand and your trust upon my back,
I'll never let it go and I can bear the weight,
I'll help you to stand, walk with you down this track,
Thursday 14th November 2019 11:52 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:The Last Toast | The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |
Is emptiness a feeling?
Or is it the emotions
your smile is concealing?
Your head full of commotions.
What is it you believe in?
Universe – religion – self,
I can see it in your eyes –
it’s clear that you need some help!
They control you with your fears,
if only you could lull their
faint whispering in your ears.
Constant internal warfare.
Thursday 14th November 2019 2:47 am
Christmas is a time which we love and adore.
When we are happy, excited and so much more.
It is time when certain magic can all be believed,
When special gifts are both sent and received.
It is a time for families to all get together,
And be merry and joyful - whatever the weather.
It is time to put all quarrels aside,
To have fun and laughter with no need to hide.
Wednesday 13th November 2019 6:50 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Opinions | Shopping | Disco |
The salty sea spray sprinkles my skin,
like summer showers
I stand in front of a crust forming at the edge of the beach
Splintered, softened wood
Shiny when wet
Like common jewels
Topaz, ruby, emerald, turquoise, coral pink, terracotta
All there for the picking
All at my feet
Wednesday 13th November 2019 5:07 pm
I want to believe in something
but I have found everything wanting,
it drains my body
and weighs heavily on my mind.
Hard roads, travelling on
a tarmac of vicious blood
seeping out my blistered feet,
and my tortured muscles
holding me back,
but dragging me on.
Wednesday 13th November 2019 2:12 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Parched | The Human Effect |
Days may collect black teardrops in a can,
rendering the night to twitch, turn and crawl.
Rivulets can quell the dreams of a man,
from taking chances, to plunder his all.
I’m told streams wind themselves to a river,
that David Bowie came here to get clean.
To converge is the current of the giver,
to stagnate, the language of the mean.
‘No Mans Land’ is a field w...
Wednesday 13th November 2019 1:56 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Considering Lucy |
Ronnie detests getting wet
so he doesn't go out in the rain
He's afraid there's a chance he'll dissolve
and trickle away down the drain
So he hunkers down in his house
guaranteed to stay warm and dry
and won't put one foot outside
if he spots just one cloud in the sky
But unable to use his car
whilst awaiting a fanbelt today
he ventured out in the rain
Wednesday 13th November 2019 9:07 am
Also by Brian Maryon:The Queen's Empty Pockets | A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |