Poetry Blogs (2019)
The Letter Writer
I thought the art of letter
Writing had expired
That all communication now
Was transferred down a wire
Last night I got a pleasant shock
When sitting with a female
A pen-and-paper letter was
Replacement for an email
We've lost the art of so much past
To far great a degree
I pen-and-paper poem drafts
This is an art. To me
Friday 13th December 2019 7:50 am
Also by Don Matthews: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 |
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 |
Move your sweet lips closer to the microphone
And admit this second chance you’ve also blown
You should concede you have indeed made a poor show
Admit defeat; (best not to bleat)
You’ll have to go.
We were presented with a choice of the Hard Left
So let Boris get away with daylight theft
The Right now cackle at his debacle; they jibe and crow
He’s brought us tears for ...
Friday 13th December 2019 2:33 am
Also by John Coopey:"ALL LIES AND JEST" | COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES | THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |
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 |
I'm falling, fast and deep
Into the loneliness and darkness
Tired of fighting the battles alone
Only one to stand with me is my loneliness
Come hug me hard, for I'm shattering
Into pieces uncountable and unfathomable
Hold me, grip me into your darkest arms
O loneliness dear come to me fast and quick
Hug me hard, hug me long, for I'm breaking
Crying tears of uncontrolla...
Thursday 12th December 2019 10:27 pm
Also by Do.RoThy: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!! |
So today the Country voted, based on what the politicians said
The party with most votes counted, as we adjourn to bed.
For most, come the morning, as the night draws to a close
The nation then will learn, is our leader the one they choose.
Then the job begins, the losers disparate
The winners in their seats of power, gather, congregate.
The Bullingdon Buffon B...
Thursday 12th December 2019 9:08 pm
Also by poemagraphic:FREEDOM | Walking into the light | A party fit for a Prince | Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |
my heels clack,
washboard thimble rasps
on the frost scrubbed cobbles,
later, after the snow has flown
we become mute, entranced
to the dumbed weight of quiet
throughout the lanes,
senses are forced taught, bleached and
distilled by the biting air
that squeezes and threatens
our pinched lives,
we suffocate under this thi...
Thursday 12th December 2019 4:22 pm
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
Faith is a Barren Garden
Faith is a barren garden
planted in hope
of hiding a soul's imperfect being.
Yet its weak and sickly saplings
avoid the sun, revealing
the acid glare of the cynic's soulless seeing.
Only Charity offers succour to the homeless.
Thursday 12th December 2019 1:22 pm
She flew my nest. I cracked her eggs to think.
Who's behind the eyes. Nobody can say.
Mother imagination cackles like a little girl a youth one step ahead of time.
"Danger. Warning. Warning." The automated alarm sounds. Crossing the borders to the land of Finnagans Wake.
Numerical oddities perspire madness.
I didn't pass the customs at Finnagans Wake but I will try again.
Thursday 12th December 2019 12:57 pm
in a test
one did not
the rat who
the rat who
its lungs filled
Thursday 12th December 2019 12:29 pm
Also by d.knape:Book End | Easy Pickings | Whale Fall | Vaults Of Wisdom | Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |
As a child, racing past the height post
eager to ride the roller coaster
there were those who'd jostle in the queue
to sit at the very front
with an uninterrupted view of what was coming
no obstruction to the beauty
of the madness
afforded by that ride
to see it all and see it first
filling up their eyes
And there were those of us who’d choose the back seats
secretly knowing that was ...
Thursday 12th December 2019 10:22 am
Also by Tom:Get A Room | House On The Edge of Town |
The phone conversation
Late in the evening, my daughter brought me an apparat
that made it possible to talk to the dead.
The first on the line was an electrician complaining
I hadn’t paid him; sure, how could I pay you when
You died before I had money ready?
You could have bought flowers and visited the funeral.
You are right I could but omitted to do so
Because I had no mo...
Thursday 12th December 2019 10:12 am
Also by jan oskar hansen: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 |
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 |
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
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 |
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
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 |
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 |
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