Poetry Blogs (2019)
afishamongmany on Live much longer don't smoke! A message to teenagers. (2 hours ago)
Long ago and far away
Are the worlds of yesterday.
We stand upon the brink of time
Where shadows rule and blind leads blind.
Nations quake, the seas they rage,
What help now our yesterdays.
Cosy dreams and pageant's show
Since far away and long ago
Have brought us to the brink of time
Where clown and prince play pantomime.
We cheer, we boo, we clap our hands,
Tuesday 18th June 2019 5:41 pm
Also by afishamongmany:Blurred | Meeting Greeting | Three Times | Startingblocks | Stairways |
New to heart
Tuesday,18 th June 2019
It is a beautiful way
full of romantic feeling and says
something new to heart
in the form of human art
you remember or not
I am not caught
between dilemma and the real feel
it is no deal
I am out to find
the love of any kind
that has a love for an individual
with true heart and feel
feel pride and h...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 5:09 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:present failure | With colorful flowers | New to heart | Lines are drawn | He delivers | Find yourself | Not beauty alone | Personality at home | Love bridge | With the child | Mountain and arivers | Only one creature | Common feeling | Real talent | Limited role | Cimplete strangers | Chatterer | Remain alive | Eyes speak pain | :Love-not a dream | No need | New trend | Change the fate | No pretension | Noa pathoven | Busy personality | I cry alone | Love is not | As if in cage | Love the way | Love the way | Eid-real worship day | Walk aimlessly | With a frown face | As if the cage | My answer | Less dangerous | No chance | Our folly | The painter | Allow me free entry | Dominate the scene | Omnipresent God |
I shall write crap
about tickle and slap,
no detail spared
Bad taste no longer embarrassing
a close second to online harassing
the obvious answer
to pull the punters.
That's the way to go
to stimulate the poetry flow
and fuck inspiration up the arse
using the simple device of a cock
such endless pleasure to unlock.
It's no ...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 4:36 pm
Also by ray pool:ON FATHERS DAY | GLASS MARBLES | SEARCHING AND FINDING | LATE INDULGENCE |
My wings are brown, not black and shiny.
I'm always peeping out through leaves.
I try and keep above the fear trilling below,
I know they are ingesting bitter roots.
And yet I swallow their song all the same.
The empty smoke of hope that arises,
as I am the Blackbird mother sitting,
gathering material and protecting you,
refined in pointless expectation.
I am a gust of failure that ruins,
Tuesday 18th June 2019 4:00 pm
A Life OnThe Ocean Wave
I’m standing at the water’s edge
with an origami boat,
I’m mindful of your heartaches
so I’m putting them afloat.
The waves will carry them far from you
to exotic distant shores,
And you can smile and laugh and sing
and think of them no more.
The roaring tides may sink your ship
or sail forever on life’s seas,
So, my friend, r...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 3:54 pm
Also by eve nortley:Come down to the beach... | Driftwords | Awful Androgens | Dear Mr Burne Jones | Birmingham's Bhangra Babes | 21st Century Love | Curry and Kulfi | Gambling with grandad | Money | Sir Frances Drake |
When knees get weak
creak as I go
I take my walking
legs too are weak
they sleep also
I take my walking
as not to fall
I creep to go
I take my walking
old age the case
along I go
youth was too fleet
now I'm too slow.
Tuesday 18th June 2019 1:10 pm
Also by d.knape:Expansion Announcement | Father's Day Poem | Diminishing Returns | Manly Thoughts | Wink | Devices | Mommy Mommy | Wireless World | Ordering A Mouse | Letting Things Go | Cat Nap | White Stripe | Reunion | School Photos | Last Laugh | Saving Grace |
Smoking is glamourous ,sexy and mature,
Advertisers create this perception to lure,
Teens to smoke and feel cool,
To fit in with their friends at school.
Smoking creates rebellion in the family hive,
Best to quit this mistake and stay alive.
Ask your teen what made him start,
To damage the lungs,circulation and heart.
Smoking and vaping are not allowed,
Tuesday 18th June 2019 1:00 pm
This poem started off as "Yorkshire Rules" based on a Yorkshire tee shirt design, it was later adapted, incorporating Garrowby Hill, both generating much amusement, then I decided Pen-y-gent would be better plus a few more amendments.
To answer God’s call Moses went, reyt to t’top o' Pen-y-Ghent
Not filled wi’ dread when he heard God spake an he said
“Moses, Yorkshire is my beloved ...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 12:40 pm
I watched my death party
Because I knew what nobody can expect
When they leave into the darkness
Between the layers of time itself.
Some people shed tears of lost
While others smiled with no cost,
Many cry on their own
While I felt death
Like a wound
From a black rose.
I await to greet others
Not years –
Like time spent growing up with my ...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 10:44 am
A phrase which suggests to me an outcome,
Born of reason; not the season for legal treatise but could
Call time on each resting pair of marching boots plus owner,
Dulled, still, at dawn following deadly all day military drill, the
Excess dust now gone and marcher done – he forever
Full of phrases, though no And Because, each one more
Grouchy, generally, than the on...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 10:35 am
Also by Peter Taylor:HANGING GARDENS, HASLEMERE | SILENT GREETINGS | SHARING THE SUN |
Who else, save that one person
in need of relaxation
would stoop to taking a bath?
From the very first instant
said bather isn't cleaner
but more and more wallowing
in their own scum-laden filth.
Tuesday 18th June 2019 10:15 am
Also by Richie Muster:The Whole Hog | Leave Or Remain, It's All The Same | If Poems Were Paintings (A Scabrous Fantasy, Written After Watching J. Koons at Work On BBC4) |
Finding it impossible to get a doctor's appointment
I began the practise of self-diagnosis
which revealed that I was actually more ill than I thought
I had athlete's foot, housemaid's knee and tennis elbow
My prostate was enlarged and pressed against my bladder
causing me to pee more...could it get any badder? (groan)
Yes it could. I had cancer of everything
and both type...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 10:07 am
Also by Brian Maryon:NOT ANY MORE | Changing Colour | No Relation to Eleanor | The State Visit |
The forest dog
A dog lived in the forest
I think it was a she
It avoided contact with people
The forest was full of rabbits.
I sat on a stone in the glade
For a long time it ignored me,
But one day it came near
I fed him a sandwich, later on
It let me pick ticks of its fur
Before backing into the bushes.
On my walks, I often sat on the stone
Sometimes the d...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 9:58 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the blue | the apprentice | deafeat | a very rich woman | the piano | the Greek-Orthodox church | romance | war memories | the theft | the experiment |
Society's been infected with
An insidious disease
It's causing me concern and stress
A state of some unease
Today we've lost so many things
Care for those around
Lost the art of empathy
Care has run aground
It's all to do with me-first
And winning at all cost
If we can get away with it
No problem – nothing lost
The cause of this d...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 9:12 am
Also by Don Matthews:Bridget Everett - On the Edge | Snaffling Brexit Discontents | Wavemaker. But... | How Much Does One Reveal to Strangers? | Maryon Wants Me To Write Edgy | Outside the Rink. Unfettered | Monty Python's Bavarian Restaurant | Do You Remember Anya, Kate? | Models on Catwalks | Haiku – College of | The Poet's Grave | Nothing Deep and Thoughtful Here | Why Can't I Be Spiderman? | Why Has Our Aussie Stopped Posting? |
I walked along the path at dusk unknowing of my danger
She called to me a solemn note, a witch of dark design
She bears me to her home aloft, a temptress feigning light
I enter into the arched halls, a façade of poisoned love
I am a false jewel, a bringer of craved madness
I will entangle you in webs of fear, a sinuous oily darkness
I will bathe you i...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 5:08 am
Build me hope
Build me trust
Build me faith
That wouldn't rust
Build me home
Build me care
Build me family
That needs no repair
Build me laughter
Build me content
Build me feelings
That will never extinct
Build me love
Build me commitment
Build me relationship
Devoid of disillusionment
Build me power
Build me strength
Tuesday 18th June 2019 4:42 am
Also by Do.RoThY:The shadows!!! | Replacement!! | destination love!! | You are invited!! | Belongs to you!!! | Lips of phi!! | Life's Experiences !!! | Inevitable reality!!! | jealously suicidal!!! | The flood!! | After you left!! | Trust your love!!! | Untitled for love!! | The story so far!! | Can do anything!!! | Dreams unchained!!!! | In times to come!!!! | Could you try once more!! |
It moves like a cockroach in my mind
It spreads filth, it eats at me, makes me shiver with fear and disgust
I want to let it out...
I want someone to take the burden from my mind
...but...I could never ask that of someone
...I could never place this upon someone I loved,
but I could never trust someone I didn't
So this is mine...a constant fire that longs for fresh air but sta...
Tuesday 18th June 2019 2:47 am
Also by ByteSize:I Need You | Just resting my eyes | Matryoshka | Unable to live without Love | Broken | Beauty is in the eye | Demons Never Leave | Hidden | Struggle Not to Fall Again | Her | Fading | Happy Birthday My Dearest Sister | A Stranger | I long to surrender my heart | Long for Silence | The Sweetest Lies | Shadow Person | Lost | Returned | More than a smile |
The Sun is shining
The day is beautiful
Today, i will meet your
i’ll be, who you want me to be
Do, whatever you desire
i can do it
Just have to work harder
i haven’t been perfect
Far from it...
But i can do better
i’ll put more effort
Be smarter, exciting, bright
Say the right thing, at the right time...
Monday 17th June 2019 11:55 pm
Also by Julia G:Room |
I woke from another nice nightmare,
the same one as last night:
calling in a midnight green garden,
sickening spilling envy over
the flower beds
and screaming through locked doors;
the keyhole beyond where
in some old silent film.
Let me bring the colour to this
I've brought it in fruitbowls,
and bouquets, and I...
Monday 17th June 2019 11:40 pm
I remember taking my mum to visit my dad in the local hospice before he sadly passed away after several months of ill health and memories of the visits prompted this poem:
I visit you daily in your nursing home
you're physically with me yet I feel so alone
I reach for your hand and you pull it away
a bit of you dies with each passing day
Our love over years never did ...
Monday 17th June 2019 11:24 pm
Also by Wayne McLellan:You Cheating Bitch! | The Silent Scream | Coco the Clown | The Lighthouse | Boy what a Lady! | The Princess and the Frog |
Overhanging your tiredness
Ah 60’s! Too young, let’s do it again.
60’s women, short skirts, knickers
Don’t look now in Blackpool
The man selling sand is here again
What comes before?
Silent silver surfing by the sea
Falling into the past
Looking back, we see clearly.
Footprints in the sand of disbelief
Nowhere to fly across...
Monday 17th June 2019 11:00 pm
Heraclitus, a Greek philosopher born in 544 B.C. said, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."
Heraclitus, my friend, I know you've been gone
For two and a half thousand years but we are of one mind:
Sceptical, Seeking, Secular.
On a road through Physics and Mathematics
To a Singularity of belief
Monday 17th June 2019 10:35 pm
Also by John E Marks:The rags of time | A tangle in mind | An incidental haunting | The end of the world | The forgotten lore | The Christian East | Dark Star | Trilobite | Flesh is weak | Txt Msg | saying goodbye | Small town boy | Easter Sunday in Nineveh, Iraq | Written near water | The defeat at Seville November 1248 | SUTTEE | OTTO'S LAMENT | The golden, fairy goddess | D-DAY | El Tiempo | Lemons on sale again | Stoic suicide | Liminal |
Some blurry spot or streak
(a barrel of grace tapping my forehead -
The GSR of redemption)
An immaterial stain
(the spanked yellow splotch in the sheets
dabbed with soap in the morning)
An indistinct mass
(the transitive rebound slag stink-breathing over me)
A smoldering mass placed on the windward side as to protect from frost
(burning pillows behind the ...
Monday 17th June 2019 10:22 pm
Also by Devon Brock:Shoeshine - Recalling the Lessons of My Father - In Memoriam | Migration On A Bad Day | Rendering Dream Upon Waking #1 | In The Valley of Your Bones | The Insolence of Poisoned Ivy | The Monkey Trap of Suicide Hill | She Calls It Sorrow | Walking Hopper - a prose poem | The Sewage Comes From Within |
(Inspired by this wonderful advertisement for Lux. I needed to change it to Camay for the rhythm. A racing cert for Poem of the Week)
Freshen up your flaps with Camay
Fol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol la
It’s the soap for whiffy fanny
Fol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol la
Banish thoughts of Aldi salmon
Fol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol la
If you’re hoping for a gamming.
Monday 17th June 2019 8:48 pm
Also by John Coopey:LEADER OF THE PACK | IT WAIN'T WESH | I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE |
Strongholds of war threaten our life supply,
for death awaits those who seek and speak truth.
Battles are waged within our safe havens,
as kin and friend shed their masks of deceit.
Doorsteps of homes alter into altars
Refuge is taken spiritually now,
for the church has fallen religiously.
Satan worshippers disguised as righteous
Believers, spitting the Word better than
us because False...
Monday 17th June 2019 8:25 pm
It's 2019 17th of June
tonight we shall welcome this strawberry moon
As we worship your brightness and magical
we manifest beauty and our purest of dreams
heal were needs healing and deep cleanse my
As you do I aknowledge my soul you are freeing
keep me strong in my darkest hour
from highest love frequencies fill me with power
miracles you grant me
blessings and light
Monday 17th June 2019 7:38 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:Transformation | 11.11 | Heartburn no more |
Gales are gathering around your walls and columns crumbling -
bolted doors seemed poised, the stained-glass windows restless rattle -
yet to revelry they're lost - deaf to the distant rumbling -
children of the serpent – born of warriors once formed for battle.
Leafless trees – whose boughs with dew are frozen – how you upwards reach -
as in supplication; sapped is every buddin...
Monday 17th June 2019 7:25 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:Poem | Poem |
My soul travels back and forth
Between feeling like I'm holding my breath,
And feeling like all the breath has been taken out of me.
In either case, it has been a long time
Since I have felt like I could breathe.
My world has been chaos,
Misfortune after tragedy after misfortune
Most days I wonder when I will catch a break
Then there are times I believe
I finally have my head above...
Monday 17th June 2019 4:47 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Half a Life | The Abyss | All of May |
On the floor in the dark room,
The occasional lightbulb flicker
Brings some hope back into my blue-glazed eyes,
But it's a mere distraction.
I imagine that the lightbulb can see;
Awake when it's shining,
In the light I seem free,
My body moves. My voice, it speaks.
Speaks like the one it once belonged to,
Before the l...
Monday 17th June 2019 4:44 pm
Also by Astrid Thomas:Beautiful Tree |
I am ageing,
the world I thought I knew
is in flux around my unsteady feet,
contorting in metamorphosis
as traditions, conventions
codes and civilities
that, once held dear, lie
butchered and defeated
by the sniggering barbs
of wanton change;
change without progress
a weakening fluidity
for facile inertia
easy meat, fast-food humour
masquerading as a fas...
Monday 17th June 2019 4:05 pm
seeing televised scenes of death en-masse
delivering more of itself in a few hours
than it takes sackfuls of our mail
to be delivered in a week.
Grim results of the dead
not being dealt with respectfully
not being encased
shouldered and religiously treated
before being lowered into the silent peaceful earth
but left out in the open
already having suff...
Monday 17th June 2019 2:25 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:what would we do without dads | who un-cares wins? | luck pusher | Doctor Grease Monkey | Trump card | Arousal's | Country boy down the 'smoke' |
Lit by the distant sun
in a backyard beer-garden
overlooking the meadow
my swimming brain spins out
through adventures of the past
by coach, by plane
through unfamiliar landscapes
to the desert
We rode the Greyhound
between the sun-drenched cities
your head lay on my lap
and when we could tear
our eyes from one-another
we'd watch the world pa...
Monday 17th June 2019 10:15 am
Also by Tom:To Be Adored | Don't Look Into Their Eyes | Your Light, Our Youth |
the first pitch of summer
spring training is over
time to make tracks
to wrigley fenway kauffman
or wherever batters balls crack
the bull pen is waiting
the mound’s been prepared
the roster is ready
nostrils are flared
the star spangled banner
brings tears to your eye
a rocket ascending
up high in the sky
a proud crowd in the stadium
the first pitch is thr...
Monday 17th June 2019 8:48 am
Also by thephantomscribbler:Bless The Weather |
Monday 17th June 2019 1:57 am
Also by cindylee loucks:IN THE MOURNING | SPACE LEFT BEHIND | BAIL PAID | BOUNTY | ACE OF SPADES | WORDS | GHOST |
and I wonder if there's someone else that you wish was giving you the attention that I am
and I wonder if you are giving someone else the attention that I wish you would give me
and I wonder why this imbalance follows me
always always nipping at my heels
and yet somehow manages to also remain
two steps ahead of me
this imbalance of desire
Monday 17th June 2019 12:11 am
Also by Eiren Water:addicts lie | outside | maybe mayhem |
I don't care to hear what you have to say
I won't let it affect me anyway.
What you did ain't right
What you did made me tight.
I can't begin to understand your reason,
But what you said had a meaning.
We fought and
tonight I toss and toss.
Who would of thought your words
Could hurt this mockingbird.
That the blood that will spill
Would break my remaining will.
I don't care, you made y...
Monday 17th June 2019 12:10 am
This is a true story.
For Eric Parker
And for Nick Bertozzi who was also a werewolf
Eric Was a Werewolf
Eric was a fine young man
‘Tho he was a little odd
Artistic and adventurous
With a likeable façade
A sharp sense of humor
He was quiet and kind
He loved to work with metal
He had a brilliant mind
But something was a little off
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:32 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Ethereal Wisps | Bored in Study Hall. The Nonsensical Ramblings of a Teenage Mind | What Do You Know? |
I was never crazy about the sacrifices
and definitely think she’d go on
a little long during
the Tuesday sermons
but it was the quality of connection
I felt was lacking in my life
you just don’t meet people
of that sort on the outside
of course there’ll be certain things
ice cream, situation comedies, condominiums
but I was missing...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:08 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:The Pitch | Ah, yes | The fabulist | Parents | Today's Meeting | Climbing out of a lie | E. Rigby’s Granddaughter |
Someday we'll find a way to
protect our dreams and seek our hopes,
words - soft as July's razors
disappearing path, forbiden trace,
screaming loud, carving into stones - deliverance, replace -
''true love hurries but it always waits'',
never...in the same place.
Someday we'll find a way to
fly away and disappear,
going higher as we never did before,
staring at the same old mindless mes...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:06 pm
Also by Dragan Bozilov:Chasing Light |
test run for
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THIS IS NOT A POEM- PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT
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Sunday 16th June 2019 7:34 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:The Complainer |
There is a time
as good as any
to start afresh
as poor as any
holds a key
blase as any
flip a coin
blind as any
claws the heart
cold as any
lives once again
there is a time
as good as any
to start afresh
Sunday 16th June 2019 7:22 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Pueblo | Before Too Long | Late Learner | Maia | Knucklebones |
If dying is to consider as an art
which school should be preferred?
Stolidly ballooned out by Botero,
suffering from a cruel Dali distortion
or Picassoed weeping in a bouillon cube?
An erotic marshmallowish Saska
smiling naked from dark furry folds?
A plain Stanley village housewife
in cardigan, blouse and tweed skirt?
Brilliantly dissolved Baconlike
Sunday 16th June 2019 4:44 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:When night comes |
more flowers now than cars
grey oaks the great spark of
A lake s
urface on the one hot day
of Summer too many
stars this time
holl o wed
in a single moment
and then come the flowers
to the trees
on the side of the road
cones like sigils filled
Sunday 16th June 2019 2:38 pm
In Yew Tree to my Dad’s stone I now tend.
And all my love to him in Heaven I send.
Today I cleaned up my Father's headstone.
And tidied up the parts, a little overgrown.
I brushed away loose grass, every last blade.
With time the carved words have begun to fade.
But the elements won't destroy or take away.
The meaning behind what those words say.
I leave my card, with some words of my own.
Sunday 16th June 2019 2:05 pm
passing my cafe window
unhurried, dressed modestly,
she is beautiful still,
beautiful, and unaware
that behind the misty glass
she is quietly admired
Sunday 16th June 2019 1:10 pm
Also by Rick:enshrined on the bridge | Isaiah 40 | a covering | Seen in Hull (a tanka) | glad you popped by pts 1 and 2 |
22 years ago/55 years too soon
your smile could light this dark room
people speak fondly of you, I think they're all stuck in the past
but your name is legendary around here, to say you didn't last
for the love you only knew was one of a clenched fist
but you were my father, and you are still missed
Stepdad, sportsman, golfing fanatic
when we drink to...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:38 am
The way the street light fills the dark is nothing but a lie,
the night is there as real as day, a trick upon the eye.
The way the body lies bereft still warm and supple yet,
stiffening slowly somethings left that someone won't forget.
A heart still glad and beating strong is soon to cruelly break,
that to another did belong that shared the lovers ache.
New Sun will chase ...
Sunday 16th June 2019 8:10 am
Also by Wolfgar:Ravi Shankar stopped me wanking | The management of savagery | Gently in the forest | Beyond the mirror |
Can’t sleep at night
wake up with the light
I’m crabby, angry
and up for a fight
The night before
I slept on’t floor
To try and change
the old routine
It worked at first
but things got worse
when I needed a leak
and the floorboards creaked
I tossed and turned
So I made a brew
Grilled a slice or two
but me toast got burned
and me plans were spurned
There was nothing else for it
Saturday 15th June 2019 11:44 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Who is this please? |
Oblivious of the glowing warmth it endows.
Oblivious of the sacrifices it often follows.
Oblivious of the gentle play of myriad hues of blues
Oblivious of the broken parts of soul it glues
Oblivious of the strength it sculpts to endure..
Oblivious of the spiritual notes it allures..
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:36 pm
Also by mona s:Haiku - True Self | The Bars | Across the shores |
ON A SICILIAN BEACH
A ladybird lands
on my foot in the sand
as I'm reading The Life of Pi.
A blue stretch of sea
carried me here
where an army of shiny black beetles
unbreakable as tanks
will persist in trundling by.
He was days on a boat
now I'm days in the sand
reading this book
with no appetite to leave.
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:12 pm
Also by john short:INVOLVED IN SWITZERLAND | BEACHED |