Poetry Blogs (2019)
Oh, what a looming scream.
Rippled through the cast
of the soldering blade.
Of heroic tasks
the elders have made.
The pursuit is unknown,
as we stand tall and alone.
Perhaps a screech or a moan,
what a price we must pay.
A darkened glimpse,
of all failed attempts.
To enlighten a gaze
of where not, we shall stay.
Monday 16th September 2019 1:29 am
Also by Chaz Allen:Climb | CHI | Celestial |
The things of life that fall for some in place -
the winds and rain for friends and love to breathe,
the rays of goals that arcs of purpose trace,
stuff that might rainbows of contentment weave -
they never did for me. Seldom I crossed
their paths and glimpsed these ghosts; yet to elope
with them I wished – from hours listless, lost -
but soon they vanished – taking with ...
Monday 16th September 2019 12:07 am
Hello silence, my old friend.
It's good to see you,
hear you, feel you
No flashing phones.
No clashing tones.
No busted seams.
No broken dreams.
Just breathing in gratitude,
marinating the moment,
connecting to the prophet within.
Listening, learning, loving,
by the naked light
# # #
Sunday 15th September 2019 11:48 pm
Also by Vautaw:At Last | Interpretive Dance | Can We Pretend |
how funny in the darkest places
you see the brightest lights
in tears sunny faces
for hope cede their rights
in dirt purity rise
a consolation a shore
giving you support
but even after breaking
all the bracing lies
still I can see in the darkest eyes
a glimpse of a familiar crying child
with deafening screams
Sunday 15th September 2019 11:46 pm
Also by racha:burning hands |
Why does this
Dripping and squeezing
And ticking and tockimg
The very life
Of the party
To offer so much
Take Sunday night
I long for that
Machine of your
With peddles and paddles
Sunday 15th September 2019 11:36 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:the fallen |
Like a simple rose
growing in the sunny day
winter bears its fangs
snow and ice attack
ripping earth up leaf by leaf
till there’s nothing left
empty cold darkness
nothing here except the void
then the spring rolls in
new life grows where death once was
rose springs up again
so the humans live
living, suffering, repeat
Sunday 15th September 2019 11:15 pm
Also by CharaOfNothing:Rose | After The Life |
A writers life, a writers mind
Thoughts bombarding, counting time
You ache to write down what you see
The things you hear, the trapped, the free
Views and opinions, feelings strong
A writer knows not right or wrong
Just wants to capture colour and shade
Like military regalia on parade
To lore, to reel the reader in
To enter the writers mind within
A banner o...
Sunday 15th September 2019 11:05 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Fanny Arlington |
Pushing out into the wilds.
Beyond all sense through the blue.
Following new paths .
A surge upwards towards the light.
Between reasons....drifting seasons.
Snow and ice to pull on skin....
Abrasive .....a slow corrosion.
No man’s land for the taking.
These are the frontiers that we must bridge.
This is the year that the walls will tumble.
On this we advance to change everything.
Sunday 15th September 2019 9:45 pm
Also by Harvey202020:Sink | Fast Forward | New grass |
Pursuing the trail of the
the Golden bog – police
ask for help – if you’re out
for a jog – or you may find it
hidden behind a tree – when
out dog walking and must
spend a penny. It could be
disguised in a coat of shellac
but there’ll be no questions if
they get it back – and none
of those wise cracks from you
lot either – about the police
having nothing to go o...
Sunday 15th September 2019 9:19 pm
Also by Philipos:(untitled) | (untitled) | BEASTLINESS | (untitled) | MILITARY LINES | SPOT THAT TUNE | DONNER UND BLITZEN | ASCENSION | SANTIAGO DE CUBA |
Logs are flaming in the fire pit.
Late evening sky turns dark and fills with stars.
A glass of red to disinhibit
And my heart fills with gladness
And bursts with gratitude.
What are these inhibitions anyway?
Just societal chains thrown my way
Posing as lifelines,
But in reality, tethers,
Binding me to a truth
No longer of any value in my world.
Fire, darkness, shi...
Sunday 15th September 2019 9:08 pm
The moon, full in splendor,
Glittering off the face of the water,
Oh night! When I was willing to let go.
Face filled with fear, you held unto me,
For your life depended on it,
Eyes blinded by anger,
I did not see past the bravery in your grip,
And I willingly let go
Now my heart bounces off the pure shades of guilt,
My head questions a thousand times over,
Was it really anger ...
Sunday 15th September 2019 8:42 pm
In this era of pretentious,
how will I choose the Pearl,
among the numerous lustourus fake one.
How will I know if it is authentic,
all look so promising,
shiny, shimmery and beautiful.
Or let the circumstance decide,
with filing of tough time,
authenticity of the Pearl.
When the original remains as it is,
and fake show their true self,
Sunday 15th September 2019 8:37 pm
Also by Ankita Srivastava:Wing and fin | Classic and commercialization | Sand | Dreams and desires | Hope and sunshine | Equality and empowerment | Partition: Nightmarish verity |
I forgot my grace
I forgot my place
I forgot myself
inside of waste
I made mistakes
I was awake
I was asleep
I was in between
walled in slate
lost in grey
bends the frame
a picture blurred
a love refrained.
Sunday 15th September 2019 5:49 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:Time |
Keep hope alive
Sunday,15th September 2019
Keep hope alive
and love to live
with harmony and peace
life shall always be at an ease
you both are love birds
and need words
to comfort each other
without any fear
you had inclined
but never declined an offer
to live together
and came near
this is what our journey has to do
happiness or ordeals
to feel right and real
Sunday 15th September 2019 2:16 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Poetical sentiments | Lovely princess | Be good individual | Great relief | Never starve | Meet with rough weather | Know and love | War-no option | Help me | Waves shall | Pray for mercy | Bitter memory | Peace stays | Less you focus | My book | My little flower | Poetry- an expression | Love as I take | Come back | Mass destruction | Self-elevation and | Show them door and | Life doesn't end | Three cheers |
Karma kicked me in the butt
Asked me "Have you had enough?"
"No" I said, "Bring it on.
It's because of you that I am strong!"
The lessons learned from day to day
Help guide me on my fateful way
Bringing light into the dark
From each new shore I embark
On a voyage to the end
For good Karma to defend
Sunday 15th September 2019 2:00 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Him | The Moors |
I have learned my lessons
Hard way or easy way, I’ve learned
Curiously or experience, they’re all lessons
Academically or life wise, dear I’ve learned
Of all educators, fathers are greater teachers
Little emotional, but you will learn
Experience is most brutal of all teachers
It will hurt, but you’ll learn, dear learn
Don’t say I am watch...
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:28 pm
Also by Lucas Chihinga:My Pain | 'Could've Been |
Out in the fields
you will find
traces of trails
just faint bending of grass
a way in the dirt
from place to place
where something has gone through
enough times the same way
to leave their mark
the fields are full of roads like this
left by creatures of the night
busy at their work
comings and goings
paths toward escape
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:22 pm
Also by d.knape:Paying The Bills | BBQ | Unfriendly Skies | Hay | Bad Example | Buzz | Funny Face | No Comment | On A Roll | Busybodies | All These Aging Hippies | I Hear Freedom Singing | Our Fathers |
Girls certainly know how to shop,
As into our shopping precincts they drop.
They carry more bags than us men,
Filling their bags agen and agen.
Girls you keep our economy alive,
Without you it would not survive.
Males purchase probably one in ten,
Our economy would be dead if it was up to men.
Colourful accessories you girls do buy,
To attract the attention of ...
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:12 pm
Also by hugh:A political plea.ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! | Friday the 13th,a sad day for Sammy the skeleton | Friday the 13th,female integration | Breaking news,passenger flies plane from Manchester to Alicante | How old? | Homelessness | Souper wit | A rat's prayer | Aspirations of a Refugee | Vote Remain |
A shortie using tanka template:
we had to return
this one last time to listen
to the black head gulls
and watch the otters bobbing
in the ripples of Harray.
the loch was calmness.
as clouds scudded from the West
and the wind grew strong
we folded umbrellas. it’s
raining now and Hoy is gone.
Sunday 15th September 2019 11:35 am
Also by Rick:I looked up (final version (for now) ) | I looked up | broken home |
I have lately been contemplating taking my life
The question is, how?
I live on the seventh floor with a veranda
The falling is not bad I shudder by the impact
Also, upsetting people.
A shotgun in my mouth blowing my brain out Is too ghastly,
Ernest Hemingway did it shoot himself
Blood and gore all over the place.
A 22-calibre pistol should do it, but I dis...
Sunday 15th September 2019 10:06 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:looking for serenity | sleepless | flowers | a notion | Jacob's ladder | blowing in the wind | as the wind blows | future | reality check | consensous | the collapse |
Why is Britain in such a Catastrophic Shambles Over Brexit?
Australia has a variation of the Westminster system
It has a written constitution which all elements of politics must comply
Only the people can amend this.
That is, the people have sovereignty
The British system does not have this
Australia has a long history of referendums which bind the Parliament...
Sunday 15th September 2019 9:51 am
Also by Don Matthews:WOL Muse Bus Tour and Thalia (thankyou Philipos) | Banning Plastics | Where Are You My Publisher? | Our Master is a Slave Driver | Joni Mitchell 1969 | Mugabe's Dead | Wanna, Gonna, Sorta, Wot ? | If | Poet in Training 2017 | I Just Don't Get It? 1 & 2 | Americans Don't Understand English | WOL's Kiddie Kindergarten (today's lesson the letter J) | Maybe |
A pseudo-ground between life and death,
Frozen in the Magistrate,
Free me from the shackle.
The winds shift,
Side to side,
Bristling against a window at night.
Gashes form in hearts of gallor,
And candles lit,
Melting streams of wax and fermented apathy.
Gather what remains,
In a pitiful puddle,
And sing to the wallowing winds.
Sunday 15th September 2019 8:33 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Life is cruel |
lying in the bath, curled in a daze
staring at my hand, ring finger twitching
eyes losing focus, antipsychotics sedating
right foot twitching, clinically agitated
stomach protruding, appetite increased
screams of bubbles bursting, whispers intruding
scent of my body, artificial strawberry
ignore the shouts, but they hurt me
mountains of bubbles, naïve body purifying
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:57 am
are ripe on the tree
across the road
and the swallows
are skimming beneath the power lines
and the soft blue sky
The washing on the balcony rail is dry
The village dogs bark
Church bells summon summer in
and the early morning peace
is broken as a tractor heads for the fields
The sun heats the soft grey
feathers on the pigeon’s back
and he leaves his chimney perch
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:13 am
I’m no one trick pony!
I saddled, rode and tamed you.
Walked through the fire & spit out the ashes then bathed with the smoke and that was just in passing.
Lifted up other when I was in the trenches.
Soared over heartache-deflected all pain.
Only taking a break to feel the rain.
You see I never said I was perfect nor claim to be.
Just a lady with many layers,
so many it a...
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:03 am
Also by northern_nay:DESIRE | UNTITLED |
"Without music, life would be a mistake” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
A waterfall of notes, rising and falling,
Splashing into mind, heart, soul.
Music will never grow old.
Arpeggio series of broken chords rising descending
Into and out of order. Plunging into minor keys, rising into waves of luminosity.
Notes that compose a chord are played or sung in a rising or des...
Saturday 14th September 2019 11:53 pm
Also by John E Marks:Who the hell can see forever? | Sister poem | An adamantine distress | For Al-Mu'tamid (Seville, 1040-95 Christian Era) | Lotus flower | Final solution | Victorian Gin Palace | Bobbins |
From early childhood
Til our days are done;
We're conditioned to strive
For 'Number 1' ;
Of Me! Me! Me!
A society rent
By blind ambition;
A victor's not the one
Who wins first-place;
All are winners
Who finish the race!
Saturday 14th September 2019 10:42 pm
Also by Chrystel Roberts:Tomorrow is far away | My bad! | BLUE | Out of my head! | Hope Springs Eternal | Call me Rhett! | Huh??? | why i like Poets |
Bombers race in unison along
Laden with a deadly nuclear cargo
to dislodge our planet from its axis
As we are cast like confetti
into an inter galactic gloom
Leaving our earthly home abandoned
desolate and forever stricken
Leaders shout the futile slogans
of their defunct ideologies
Beauty is gone in a blinding flash
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:52 pm
Also by keith jeffries:My Other.... | She Died Recently........ | Our Destiny | A Spiritual Home | Needless Burdens | The Final Blast | He Stepped Inside |
A Birthday Blessing
Birthdays are special events
To be celebrated with laughter and cheer.
We share these special times in life
With those love ones so dear.
When a life touch’s so many.
This special event is a birthday blessing.
The longer the life
The more ch...
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:21 pm
Also by Belinda Sue Kiser:You Found Your Way Home | Life is a Chain Reaction |
Someone, anyone. Not rich or famous
but very, very fortunate.
Awoke somewhere, well, it was a hospital.
And someone, it must have been a doctor
said simply "You're cured!"
The patient, flooded with relief, was unable to speak.
Later a nurse arrived with a bite to eat.
The patient smiled and, feeling unworthy
lowered his gaze. Obviously he would have to
offer a pro...
Saturday 14th September 2019 7:52 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Future Is Another Country | Power In The Eyes | Quiz On Greek Gods |
Poem 120 of 230: A GOOD SEASIDE DAY - AUTUMN 2000
Via the art gallery,
Blackpool how it used to be;
Via a famous tower,
The Blackpool of the hour.
Via a maritime Mount,
Fleetwood with its channel out.
And, via a coastline tram,
The autumn-night lit-art jam.
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 14th September 2019 3:04 pm
of ruined love
sorrow my only luggage
deceivers have stolen
every one of my hearts treasures
now they are dancing partners
with the inflictions of memory
am I ever to leave
their traitorous damaging's
in my rear-view mirror
or go on forever trying to cry away
the distances I am travelling
on this highway of blue shadows?
Saturday 14th September 2019 2:58 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:with hAvOc as a memory | inexplicable entities | unforgettable underdogs aka real human beings ( a just HAS TO BE for all on WOL ) | weak days | withdrawal |
All I want to do is hold you close and show you.
Because with all of this space between us...
Sometimes words are not enough.
Sometimes words are too much.
Sometimes when it all feels too rough.
Sometimes the only thing that will suffice is touch.
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:58 am
A Bag of Spuds and a Swede (part 1)
It was as if his birthdays had all come at once
Double family allowance, and double dole
But now he’s down to just twelve and half pence
Sat alone in the watering hole
He’d been up since the crack o’ dawn that day
And snuck down as his family all slept
And he rifled through Annie’s old handbag
Where her most prize...
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:01 am
the infinite dawn
pale light too the horizon
to the rise of the dreamtime
of eternity’s extent
Saturday 14th September 2019 6:39 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:catcher of my shadows | narcotic |
You and I.
Four young fists.
Long lasting kiss.
Once a flame, now a smoldering blaze lasting long after the sunrise.
Throw your matches into the fire, take that chance and pray they won't burn out.
Run with me beyond reality and back.
Hold my hand and pull me headfirst into the oblivion of us.
Saturday 14th September 2019 3:15 am
Fair haired boy.. soldier a cart he does pull
for the cart holds his dreams
brightest of light so bright ...never dull
beautifully fair with angel tone skin
The boy he does care
deepest love from within
protect him and love him
nourish his soul
the boy he sees through you
He speaks to your soul
a spontaneous loveable summer time child
clear sounding tones in his voice gentle mild
Saturday 14th September 2019 12:10 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:VERA VEE | SEBASTIAN |
What is home?
sometimes I feel I have a foot in each country,
my legs lay witness to the vast unknown of the sea
I visit one, and live in another-
yet I never feel like I truly belong.
In my birthplace, I am asked:
Where are you from?
And yet, I was born not 20 miles from where we stood.
in the land of my ancestors,
there too I am asked of my origin
So, I am left wit...
Friday 13th September 2019 9:05 pm
The passing of time marks a path to martyrdom
I have been a martyr since seven am.
Five hundred steps trod by a medium-sized foot from Hell to Home
One hard labor-filled day's worth of patience to determine who I am.
She said "They will come in the afternoon".
Not precise enough to keep my hand and mind steady.
I push the minutes as the hours dawdle; He whispers: "Soon..."...
Friday 13th September 2019 5:36 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:I Refuse | Wedding Wish |
Stand at a high place and look.
Hair-rush winds lung freshen.
Wind, neither warm nor cold, they’d call a gale.
No bother weather that’d put the good folk off.
Stand in a jumper when they’d insist on a coat.
Wind: releasing tension’s grip;
ferreting out knickety burr-wrinkles;
soothing skackety skick-crinkles.
Breathe Height; ride groundswell.
See aeons str...
Friday 13th September 2019 4:55 pm
The garish lights,
A milleu of intellects.
such well chosen melancholy music.
The costliest bouquets.
What more do you need
in your funeral?
Friday 13th September 2019 4:30 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Indelible | Some Scars,Some Joys | Seeking Help |
My darkness reaches new heights,
I let my demons loose and they begin to take flight.
Ascending, as the volume of my innocence tries to resist and put up a fight.
Though it’s too late...My sins envelop me and I lose the part of myself which was once light.
Friday 13th September 2019 3:18 pm
I dream to be flying free
Over distant lands and sea
Roaming around in unknown streets
Exploring countries and wild trees
The forest dense and constructed sites
Discovering people and their unique lifestyle
A sudden urge to break the boundaries
And visiting places that my heart desires to see
World is beautiful with its beauty strewn around
Picking up pieces and making m...
Friday 13th September 2019 3:11 pm
Also by Do.RoThY:Happy birthday dear You!!! | Happy birthday!! | Exam fever!! | Frozen!! | Flight of fantasy!! | Castle of love!! | Memories for rest of my life!!! | Midnight!! | Crippled!! | Journey!! |
It’s much too early
For mundane things
Dream of night
Each morning brings
Too many thoughts
This thinking stings
Hot, sweet, full
Brew a new....
Of old and borrowed
Friday 13th September 2019 12:22 pm
The pain that is inflicted upon us
Leaves our mind full of ruckus
The fight between wrongs and rights
Can keep us dwelling and awake all night
Walls they cave in on top
We ask our minds to stop
Tossing and turning frantically
Visions of pain played out dramatically
Worries and fear
Because we lend a listening ear
To those who ...
Friday 13th September 2019 11:25 am
Also by Lysa d:No time to pause | Mind over matter | Time is precious |
Sometimes you can surprise yourself at what you can acheive when you ignore your so called limitations...
Is way too heavy
It's wing span
Far too small
This little fella
But he doesn't
He keeps flying...
Friday 13th September 2019 11:08 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Friday 13th | Bridge Of Forgiveness | Older | Selfie Obsessed | The Magician | Climate Change | Her Dog's Voice | Mixed Messages | Bad Brexit Romance | Poetic Pianist | Woven song titles | Never serious, Never settled | Warrior of Spirit |
Fly, fly Little Bird
Your time has come
Go up and beyond the horizon
Your tears are done
Your pain is gone now
You’re free and ready to fly
Spread your wings Little Bird
Don’t fear fly to our Lord
He awaits you with open arms
Angels will welcome you
Mother Mary embrace you
Your new life has just begun
We’ll miss you Little Bird
Friday 13th September 2019 8:36 am
Also by Julia:Invitation |
Tucked in the shadows of some apartment complex on Baymeadows that consumes itself with tonight in order to forget about their tomorrow’s. I of course are one of these blokes, that tends at the shit hole bar that serves all of these folks. Happy or content, I’m not sure I know I know the difference. See I was talking to Jeff at the bar who made me think about what I’m missing. Surely I was made fo...
Friday 13th September 2019 6:27 am
Have you ever seen an advert to bring you up short:
An invitation in plain English: " Old poets sought"?
If you have, I'll say bravo (and not be satirical)
To salute what is surely a literary miracle.
For no matter where you might be found
Scribbling at sea or with feet on the ground
Whether you be close by or maybe far-flung,
Poetry offers preference to those who are young....
Friday 13th September 2019 12:42 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:PASSING THROUGH | AUGEAN STABLES | WEEPERS |