Poetry Blogs (2019)
I am hurt in pain and wish to scream out
Mind is uneasy cant understand anything clearly
The why and what of everything happening around me
Introspected and analyzed, dissected each and every thought
Making me bitter, broken, hurt disappointed
Leaving no energies and plansvfor better tomorrows
Monday 11th November 2019 11:14 pm
Also by Do.RoThy/Do:The world of imaginations | Torn pages of the book!!!!!! |
From spaceships of harmony
Into the fires of Hell
Mouldy undertaking no more
A trodden mind, angry in the Nut Bar
I need more than seven words, please
Neil Young – grim and grizzled –
Summoned by starship –
Says he can’t go because of his terrible I.B.S.
Drinking tears to dry up the well, pointless
Advertising tissues then.
She wasn’t always fifty ...
Monday 11th November 2019 11:07 pm
Jim and Kay shared a flat,
Separate rooms,didn't want a brat.
Well thats what they told Jim's mum when she came to stay.
But Jim's mum was suspicious,what more can I say.
After she had gone the frying pan they could not find,
A week passed and Jim missed his crispy bacon rind.
He rang his mum and asked her if she had moved it.
"Ah yes, I hid it in your bed,you're sleepimg...
Monday 11th November 2019 10:56 pm
Also by hugh: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 ! |
The world now seems unreal to me
Australia burns - the ice melt sea
comeuppance time it's bound to be
and shrouds will beckon to us then
beware your fate of Armageddon I
overhear from men who push the pen
as if they wish it all on everyone
begone, begone, begone, I say, our world
survives us everyone - so come what may
athough we need a prompt or two as cut
backs are ...
Monday 11th November 2019 10:15 pm
Also by Philipos:(untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |
The cat settles
down by the radiator
as I pull on cold trousers
from the cold floor
then watches as I
search for hat, coat, gloves.
Later I see him
in the upstairs window
while I scrape the frost
from the windshield
as I sit rubbing my hands
as the engine warms
until he gets up
and with a stretch turns away,
his whole day
ahead of him...
Monday 11th November 2019 10:12 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |
The bittern booms -
Accent of wind -
cuts through the reed
The flatland listens -
In solo passage -
upon the wind
Monday 11th November 2019 8:24 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Late Halloween poem |
You enjoy highlighting
Your reproductive qualities
As if there was a shortage
Of people in the world
You project an image of
Cool confidence in plastic
Your mantra is “No drama”
As if the world wasn’t spinning
A thousand miles per hour
On its axis
And I want it
Although it’s bad for me
Rotating at 67000
miles per hour around a star
I think I’m in love
But I don’t ...
Monday 11th November 2019 7:57 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |
11/11 11:00 Memorial
The little white wooden church
The small white wooden church, had not an empty seat.
With an overflowing congregation, so many on their feet.
Spilling out of the door, to pay their last respects.
Far more than I had thought, and more than most expect.
The service was quite poignant, a fitting tribute that’s for sure
A lost and fallen comrade, ...
Monday 11th November 2019 7:01 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Faking it | Heros Roll | The Goon Show ii | The way we were | Come On! HONK | White Knuckle Ride | Don't cross the line |
Save us from those scientists and lawyers
Who take up more and more of our time
With make believe/once upon a time stories
That border on being a crime!
They make a very good living
By raising doubts foisted upon us
More geared to taking than giving -
Po-faced and plausible as they con us.
Monday 11th November 2019 4:32 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |
It was a socially correct house each one
Had a window facing out and a window into
The next room, privacy is the beginning
of capitalism; and curtains were out seen as
A loophole, plants were allowed and people
Planted in front of inner windows and later
Wherever there was an open space.
Yes, they began selling the food ...
Monday 11th November 2019 3:02 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |
A lakeside photo was intentionally
displayed upside down,
and it took forever for
me to come to terms
with my feeling of
The muted reflection
established my Truth
of the world at that
moment, while I
struggled to accept
the clear and sharp
existence upside down.
I thought of the paradox,
and suddenly realized
what Plato must have meant.
Monday 11th November 2019 2:13 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Ingress without Invitation | Where Authors Whine About The Poor Quality Of Their Readers |
I'd heard of a woman from Crete
Who had unusually large feet
It was said that her shoes
Were the size of canoes
Her collection of which were a fleet
Monday 11th November 2019 12:58 pm
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:Sidelined Life |
I am a refrigerator magnet
stuck on writing
on the side of words
humming like a refrigerator
a magnet stuck so solidly
you cannot pull me away
I am drawn to the power of poems
and will not drop off unexpectedly
I cling to something
larger than myself
the pull of poetry
clipped to my sides
it holds me close
a magnetic force
as huge as
Monday 11th November 2019 12:31 pm
Also by d.knape: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 |
I sit in shallow waters,
By the end of this bend,
Knees pointed toward the open sky.
I peer into everland,
Little bit more to wonder,
God I wish the rain would come.
It's a cold night,
Within this great december,
And I wash my clothes in the river bay.
I sleep in a position that's comfortable.
Frequent in the sha...
Monday 11th November 2019 7:40 am
In the super market
I watched the mothers
Carrying their babies.
‘I miss being a parent’,
then thought again.
‘I miss being carried.’
Monday 11th November 2019 7:01 am
Also by Fred Nicholson:the A, B, C's skip a beat.* | Seeing all too clearly. |
Publishers today don't seem to
Like the written rhyme
They say it's out of fashion to go
Rhyming all the time
I think of William Shakespeare, Yeats
Their work was full of rhyme
And if they were alive today
They would lack publish-time
Today there's little teaching how
To grow the art of rhyme
Into an art form fashion that's
Monday 11th November 2019 6:43 am
Also by Don Matthews: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 |
A sparkling drop of golden rain
dripped upon my parchèd brain
It took a while to sink right in
but now my mind is fresh again.
Monday 11th November 2019 6:33 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:The Human Effect |
Than the regiment of day
Can drift my head away
Back to the cancer hospital
To the chemo and the radio
And injections in the vein
Thank God it didn’t enter
My brain. It’s your loved
Ones take the strain.
I remember Emile, yes,
Named after Rousseau’s
Eponymous hero. He hoped
It had not spread. Married
At the weekend, h...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:58 pm
Also by John E Marks: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 don't carry cash, not a penny
so don't dash round here with any
Hence don't send me fifty pence
I dont want a fiver, or a tenner either
Your money's no good here
It's small beer
Listen to what I say
You can keep your pay
I own you anyway
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:29 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |
I cried for you,
I she'd tears for lost years, 'til my eyes dried,
I tried for you,
Until the lost hopes were only fit to stay inside,
I lied for you,
I told the world that though it seemed unlikely, you did care,
I died for you,
But only the little child that continued wishing you'd been there,
And though it's true,
That in our later years we balanced our ledger, man to...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:28 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:"Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |
Would you be lonely tonight
Sleeping next to me all night
Or would you be happy
Living without me
You watch me as I tumble down
You watch me as I fall to the ground
Would you pick me up and piece me back together
Would you stand me up and love me forever
Am I someone you want
Am I someone you need
Do I make you happy now
Or am I just someone you've fou...
Sunday 10th November 2019 7:01 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:The Nagging |
Our opinions, they are always changing,
And may be neither right nor wrong,
And what one someone says is weak today,
Next they could say that it is strong.
Opinions are not definitive,
And are not set in stone.
What one may think is wonderful,
Another may think of it and groan.
Opinions govern all our lives,
For they decide for whom we vote.
And when it comes to elec...
Sunday 10th November 2019 6:39 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Shopping | Disco |
But once a year
out of obscurity glory flares
in decisive moments every year
far from where bullets tore at the fabric
flags are hoisted high
to a grave whisper of tattered dreams.
No questions asked of why,
better to do and die.
Then the fabric is once more re-stitched
at small shrines again
tributes dusted down, candles lit
trying to make some sense of it,...
Sunday 10th November 2019 4:57 pm
Also by ray pool:ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |
When I built my road
I had all the help in the world
But it was up to me to lay the bricks
And it was that part, that sticks.
I'd pick a stone up in my hand to lay it,
Felt like all I did was betray
Myself and my own destiny,
I'd lay it where They told me.
Then one day I guess I had some sort of grand epiphany
The bricks laid down so gently when I focused on me
And a path began to form,
Sunday 10th November 2019 4:11 pm
Also by Josie Harris:Letter to the Guys That Try To Date Me | Corporation Screw You | Victim |
there was a time
when there was time
for now I'm distant
covered with grime
even without feelings
my heart speaks in mimes
shifting to reason
chanting with rhymes
hoping to reach me
trying to climb
a thousand years slime
I crafted around me
Sunday 10th November 2019 2:41 pm
the eleventh of November.
Where all the soldiers had a hard fall
and poppies stood tall.
Sacrifices were made
and soldiers began to fade.
Families were all unhappy,
whilst they cried tearfully.
the eleventh of November.
Sunday 10th November 2019 1:35 pm
Also by RYLIE ROBIN:I See The Nature |
Whenever you stayed in that hotel you used to text me pictures of Chloe.
The painting had pride of place in the bar - a naked nymph in all her glory,
chestnut hair piled in a soft bun on her head,
pale skin pearlescent and radiant under the glow of lights.
She was an enigma. A temptation. A contradiction.
Vulnerable yet self assured.
The pics you sent didn't do her justice.
Still, she was ...
Sunday 10th November 2019 1:04 pm
Also by Kate G:Watermark | United Nations | Grey mountain | Man's best friend |
After three days of arguing the armistice was signed
in the French general’s private train
at a siding in the forest of Compiegne.
The Kaiser left for exile in Holland.
The military, unwilling to admit defeat,
still surrendered guns and planes.
No one told the people how bad things were.
A German corporal, recovering
after being gassed the month before,
a misfit who...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:55 am
I feel the King of my world
Alone as on a glacier
With only Nature as my friend
The rest of them ignore me
For this is what they do
When one is different
And a King all powerful
It’s fine though I ignore them
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:51 am
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Ongoing Situations | Cannot Be | Giraffe Extinction | Our Vets |
There’s a town
Where there is a street
Where are all the cobbles polished
By the rain
Solid and set for good
Each and every house one after another joined at the hip
Slates cut perfectly aligned
Where the rain falls
In steady showers
Off rooves down pipes
From cast iron
Black as night gutters
And doors shuttered but never locked
Red steps meticulously cleaned...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:31 am
Also by Martin Elder:Born into this suit |
Far too clever for his own good
Deceitful and quite crafty
He got up to stuff that no king should
In fact, he got plain nasty
Killing folk and cheating death
Is not proper or obedient
Thus when it came to his last breath
Zeus couldn’t be less lenient
Forced to push a boulder up a hill
But never reach the top
Could make a chap feel queasy-ill
If not allow...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:16 am
Also by David Lindsay:The Other Side |
Mr Reel-Fogg came home exhausted after a hard day of talking. Those green leather benches were so confoundedly uncomfortable and one could never recline in peace.
After a brief attempt to assist Mrs. Reel-Fogg to achieve her ambition of having twelve children he fell into a deep sleep.
Around one thirty in the morning there was a confounded noise outside. He sent Mrs. Reel-Fogg to investigat...
Sunday 10th November 2019 9:53 am
Why write out loud?
Can what we write make a difference?
If so, do our words have any lasting impact?
The reality in part......
Yet as in the media.... words are here today, mostly forgotten tomorrow.
Sound bites blown on the wind.
Always moving on.
Looking for something new.
Something organic. Pure, Something for the intellectual crew.
Time to be true?
Sunday 10th November 2019 8:29 am
Also by Robert holyland:Fields of Glory ( young hearts ) | Rotting Pumpkins | Dream invasion | The End without You. | All will be dust. | Deluge. | To forget me. |
We came upon the
of the fleeing war-torn
and stooped to stare
- below the legs
of the rooftop passengers -
at the dancing distance
of a baked metalled road.
Our eyes were wet and stung.
Our approaching gaze silent.
We released our pent breath.
The border had done
what most borders do-
shrugged us through.
We walked past ...
Saturday 9th November 2019 11:00 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |
Is he sage, sorcerer, diviner or devil?
Seer and soothsayer to those in peril?
Future, past, present, prophet or charlatan?
Layer down of laws, lauded by emperors
Shrouded in mystery, cloak and dagger
Learned man or sometimes a woman
Interpretation of dreams and visions
Revered, respected, withdrawn from conflict
The Druid was steeped in mystery and all
Saturday 9th November 2019 8:41 pm
i miss you
i miss what we had
but i should've known
it was too good to be true
to be loved by you.
Saturday 9th November 2019 8:35 pm
Also by marlie:find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |
Poem 4 of 230: PICTURING SYDNEY
A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
With its enthralling panoramic feast:
Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
But, of other good options, there are tens.
(C) David Franks 2003 ...
Saturday 9th November 2019 6:01 pm
One day you will see the folly of your choices
Ihave always been there from suicide attempts to all your tormenting voices
I have never cheated even through the pain i stayed true
All i wanted was a friend that had my back and it just wasnt you
And these are regrets that you will never forget
so get serious or stop useing me every time you get hit
And its obvious there is no ...
Saturday 9th November 2019 5:40 pm
Your screen goes black
The orgy of your show
The euphoria of empathy
Feeling your beloved characters
Foreshadowing that kept you on the edge
Clever plot that kept you clicking “Next”
You regret your urge to binge
You mourn your loss
Then you wait
For season two
Saturday 9th November 2019 5:38 pm
Mercury retrograde is at the phase where it is giving us the chance to revisit lost opportunities with a second chance in sight. Useful to take note of whether you believe in astrology or not.
Clockwise has closed
Tocks become ticks
A reversal of seconds
Repairing the wreckage
Reckoning with time
Saturday 9th November 2019 2:12 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |
You ask if I'm okay,
because I am
I'm just tring to keep memories
behind the flood gates
so they don't sweep me away
to a dark place.
Thank you for being my escape,
a bright light,
my way home,
Your love helps ease the pain.
I don't mean to push you away.
There are so many things I want to say,
but I must go, feed Jake.
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:45 pm
Also by Vautaw:Cactus Kisses | My Secret Life | What is Poetry? | Breaking | Beautiful People |
The world turns
And so do I
Time moves on
So I must follow
Night and day
To ride the waves
Through each of my tomorrows
The cycle goes
Those ever changing tides
To planetary gravity
I must and will abide
For I cannot control the time
Nor see where it will lead me
I have to trust and hold it's hand
Let Time guide me freely
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:40 pm
Life is a never ending raging battlefield
Freedom is a real live achievable dream
War and conflict are sadly a necessary evil
Liberty equality and fraternity reigns supreme
Lives are selfishly sacrificed for our survival
Lambs to the slaughter is very often the case
As politicians frequently decide our children's fate
Adversity with resilience we must ultimately face
Saturday 9th November 2019 11:14 am
Also by Tom Doolan:A Guy Named Fawkes |
The dishes are done
The pans are set
The leftovers have grown mold
It's time to break down
And have a good meal
canned green beans from the garden
potatoes mashed with milk and butter
Chicken breast, chunked, smothered with soy sauce, sprinkled with lemon pepper and garlic salt
gravy heated to the right consistancy
A couple canned halves of peaches from the orchard
Saturday 9th November 2019 7:42 am
Truth Hurts Have you ever told a lie did it come back to stab you in the eye the lie you told did you get caught or so you thought Truth Hurts It feels like a bunch of flying knives that are aiming at you ...
Saturday 9th November 2019 3:57 am
I don't understand
How I fell so fast
How I fell so hard
Was it the way that you talked
Or the way that you walked
Or your beautiful eyes
I cannot forget
The man I had met
The one my heart picked
I cannot explain
The joy or the pain
The feelings were insane
I don't understand
Why I let you back ...
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:49 am
Also by Lynn 7m.:Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |
I thought I could carry this love for two.
My back was strong
shouldn't true love be light as a feather?
I thought about it stooped with the weight while waiting.
My father used to recycle aluminum cans for money.
he carried his garbage bag
full of cans
down to the weigh-in station,
check to make sure there was no steel hidden in there t...
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:43 am
Also by Michael Triandafils:Songs For Your Quarters |
Addiction is hard to explain, unless you have been there
You truely can't understand anyone's pain
It's being caught between the devil and hell
Not wanting to use, but needing to, all you want to do is yell
So loudly but softly so nobody can hear, the torment in your voice, the sadness in your eyes
Is when you really know shit just got real
Being so sick, choice is no longer an...
Friday 8th November 2019 11:37 pm
Mortal men stumbling
into unknown spaces
removing their bloodied coats,
with the dried mudded backs
from resting under the rain.
Spoken to in a foreign language
as they empty their pockets
and the torn sacks made of rope.
Letters from their homes,
empty wet leather wallets,
pictures of visited places
and small books of rules.
The emptied pockets turne...
Friday 8th November 2019 11:30 pm
Rain, tears, basically the same thing right? One dripping from the darkened fabric of the night sky and one running from the creases in my eyes. I never know how to feel and yet somehow when the sky is tired, I'm tired and when the sky is sad, I'm sad. Maybe we are one in the same. Maybe part of me is the night sky, my freckles the constellations, my hands always reaching, grasping for the stars ...
Friday 8th November 2019 11:27 pm
Also by Olivia Kaitlyn:To My Bedroom Floor |