Poetry Blogs (2019)
If I forget…
The slow blissful days filled
With miraculous nothings
Are with you
The light hand reaching out
To whisk me from the dark, cold places I sometimes live in
Is your hand
The names, the dates, the places, the faces
And finally, fatally,
Like my father before me
I am not me
And letting go
Is not treason
Wednesday 24th April 2019 10:12 pm
Also by Jeannot:The burning of one's church | The possibility of a garden | Let me tell you | Listen | Correspondence | Waste of time | Coming back |
This is all that's left of the waiting men
He broke out of the lighthouse
He decided to go look for her
For the love of the Firefly was more
Than you could ever understand
With his heart condition as bad as it was
He died from a heart attack
This is not our world just a parallel Wonder from us
Even one where the firefight in the waiting man stayed together
To the waiting man was two peo...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 9:59 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Firefly Winter | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 2) | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 1) | Lonely Heated Killer | Words of The Waiting Man 29 | Panic Attack 4 | Hey There. | Mirror | Concrete Rose | Dumb Soil | You Won't Survive This Addiction | I Only Got A Job To Buy Her Glee |
That cherry blossom day
Thunder in the air.
A low rumble, a terrible tremor,
An unholy roar began to build and build
Towards total devastation
On that final day
When the earth began to shake
All the skies of all the world were scorched with fire
And the air exploded
Wednesday 24th April 2019 8:21 pm
Also by John E Marks:The ruins of Nineveh | EASTER 2019 | The Unspoken | The ghosts who sell memories | An Airy nothing | After the genocide | Good Friday | The drawing of a torch | spring | elegy | The long genocide | Love in a police state | First Person | Teenage Dreams | Blue-remembered | Friend of the Devil | RAINY SEPTEMBER | In the dread of night | Stippled sky | Snow in June | Janissary | Another day | Entanglement (Verschränkung) | Truth | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | Along the Unhallowed Way | Why Brexit? | A LURKING | METEMPSYCHOSIS |
On a snowy day,
In a dimly lit street,
An ailing girl, utterly dismayed
Perches under the canopy of an enormous tree.
Looking towards heaven,
Her eyes well up a little.
Perhaps she’s waiting for someone special,
But all that comes to her are snowflakes, frosty and brittle.
She digs up the icy earth
With her gloved fingers.
And buries a white rose beneath the...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:39 pm
A journey through wilderness,
I emerged from the shadows .
Leading to a new world ,
Of love , life and living .
An unknown comfort ,
Of sound,touch and sight .
Unknown emotions ,
Of possessiveness, dependence and satiation .
Flying high with new light,
In your hand is mine.
A smiles that never ceases
With you by my side .
When with you,
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:10 pm
If home is where your heart is
what happens to a homeless heart
whose situation is heartbreaking?
Heartless are the actions of those
who have caused such heartfelt sorrow
and should indulge in some heartsearching
to mitigate this heartrending state of things
saving the wanderers great heartache.
Otherwise a homeless heart might cease
to have a heartbeat and become fatal...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 5:51 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Old age | The little girl |
Divided City, Divided Land?
In hope, the Peace Bridge spans the majestic Foyle
Although the sectarian divide is plain to see
Since our time there, it's difficult to imagine
the tragic events that hit Derry City,
or Londonderry depending on your allegiance if any
The loss of Lyra McKee, on Good Friday of all days
has rocked the city to the core
The loss of Lyra, a child of the peace pro...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 5:33 pm
you give money to patreons
cos the content looks neat
but won't bat an eyelid
to the homeless dying on the street
take a photo with them
do it for a couple of likes
meanwhile when winter comes around
they're outside dying on anti-homeless spikes
this is a raising epidemic
doesn't it make you feel sad
that could be your brother
as the rich get richer
Wednesday 24th April 2019 5:30 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:I sit alone and think of you. | The rudeboy's anthem | Hit the north |
Gin and tonic
Filled with ice
Oh and a slice
of lemon in
and round the rim
to give it flavour
Just the one?
Do me a favour!
There’s pink gin
Plum, vanilla, Rhubarb
To name but a few
Gordon’s, Greenall’s and Whitley Neil
Gin’s the real deal!
So when you g...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 5:21 pm
Also by Fred Varden:It would have happened anyway | Recipe for Disaster? | Build the Wall! | Memories worth Forgetting |
(A re-post from a few years ago, but seeing as the great man is back I thought it worthwhile to revisit. AfficiaNandos may recognise my debt to George Formby's "Fanlight Fanny").
You can tell he
Loves the telly
For his chance to smarm
He would give an arm
And a leg;
Aimed to prove he
Was a smoothie
On our TV set
As he got the better
Of Nick Clegg;
Wednesday 24th April 2019 4:17 pm
Also by John Coopey:I WALK THE LINE | VAR MAN | WRITE OUT LOUD WOMEN BLUES | A TRIP TO THE DENTIST | CONFESSIONS OF AN ADULTERER | SLIP SLIDIN' AWAY | SON! SON! SON! | SON! SON! SON! | FUCK THE NHS! | ME DAD'S CARS |
The quest to mingle,
Makes everything tangled
Mortal a jungle
The fight a battle
Wander journey to town free
Not even water to grow tree
Breath isn't what you see
Much focus, looks like sea
Drive of a thing and passion
Alone with emotion
Knock knock, temptation
Thoughts the invitation
A standing ladder for all
Time determine the hall
Even while standing tall
The gate won'...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 3:25 pm
Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:Goodbye |
A Rose By Any Other Name
If I were a doctor
Treating your wounds
Your bile and liver
You would welcome me
If I were a restaurateur
Feeding you for free
Flavouring your drinks
Would you not welcome me?
I am clockmaker
Like summer sun
On the breeze
You do not welcome me
I am the l...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 2:24 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Nature's Banquet | Girl With Tear | Monday Morning - 9AM | Chelp | AmericaZ | Elegy For A Ghost | Down At The End Of Lonely Street | From The Attic | Martyr | Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) | The Turning Of The Tide | Vesuvius | Grit | heatwave | A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden | Blue On Blue Contact | Simple Pleasures | Manhattan Morning | The Parable Of The Wolf And The Lamb | In Memoriam | hide and seek | Time To Decide Patsy | Recipe For Disaster |
The main thing about
writing a poem
is to know when
you get to the end
some poets do not
and go and on
like a car
they run out of gas
then they just park
and leave it on
the side of the road
a poet must know
where he's going
and stop when he gets there
unlike this poem
which started good
but then sputtered to a stop...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 1:27 pm
Also by d.knape:Sunday Afternoon | Easter Eggs | Restaurant | Sleepy Head | Emojis | The Time Before | Lasting Love | Free Speech | Autism Rhythms | Laughing Gull | First Ride | All In A Day's Work | Grievance Industry | My Life | When Bluebonnets Bloom | Unsolicited E-Mail | Crime Story | Ghost Town | MAN IN A TRUCK | Earnin' Their Keep | Discovery |
Fighting through the milling masses,
flowing fast as cold molasses;
flamenco frocks and Taiwan trinkets,
tempt us with ice cream and sprinkles.
Plastic shoes and printed t-shirts,
sweet turrón and nutty biscuits,
after-shaves and dodgy perfumes,
sun-hats, shades and swimming costumes.
Shoddy bracelets, charms and knick-knacks,
candles made from local beeswax;...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 12:51 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Rain In Spain | Floodplain | In Tune | Gone | Silence is…. | NaPoWriMo | Irish Logic | One More Bacon Butty | Come Away With Me | Táim sa Bhaile | Erin go Bragh | Soft Day | Reasons To Be Thankful | Every Day? | Older | My Souvenirs | The Big Question | Getting In | Summer’s Day | Wedding | The Match |
when they begrudge you and call you a curse
with sly smiles and subtle words
what right have the shadows to prevent you?
my love will be an axe a scythe a flame
and you will dry your tears in the sun...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 12:46 pm
Also by elPintor:transitions | animals | mirrors |
Wednesday,24th April 2019
When you reach a dead end
just think and send
to all the individuals
It is your stagnation
with no satisfaction
and thinking in vain
how happy to remain
on those negative actions
which now need your positive reactions
remain on top
Wednesday 24th April 2019 12:32 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Show to none | I want to marry | Tolerant economy | A slur on humanity | A slur on humanity | Curse on us | Life is fight | Heavenly touch | Smile is style | Freedom exists | With the destiny | In the time of | A man without | Love's spell | With a resolve | The honest approach | Ultimate end | Bring in secret | Life, like flower | At midnight fear | Can't bear | I feel sorry | Love -only weapon | Slavery-a sacred bond | Towards humanity | No betryal | Even if I am denied | The blood color | Make him flee | Win her heart | World has moved | You are crazy | At the disposal | Hellish experience | Love and depth | Keep mind clear | Great poetess in inaction | In tears and | Let no one think | I ponder | At great distance | No room for | Sorry feelings | Life not barren | Find poetess here | Life is less | Decent death | beauty of life | Someone comes closer | Peace undergrond | Trespass once | You have set | Poets are dead and not poetry | Rise like sun | True sentiments | Fool's day | I feel your name | Real poet and magician |
I live beneath a spiral chain,
a silver flow, associating
The best of me, the worst of me
won’t let me sleep,
assaults what was my fontanelle,
hurling endless arrows,
sometimes hammer blows.
Voracious, it would plait me
in perpetual prolixity.
I struggled to untangle braids of lexicon,
loquacity; a glossolalic battle...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 12:26 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Divine Sight | The Ties That Bind | Immaterial | Proclivitas | Scopaesthesia | Atlas | Cycle Haiku | Triptych | Buzzword Bingo | The Gift | Sustenance Rap | Song Sung Blue | Incomplete | Once Upon a Time | Call and Response | Recipe for Change |
The only thing
I did that mattered at all
in this wretched life
was that time
I held you in my arms!
Wednesday 24th April 2019 11:59 am
Also by Mae Foreman:Bleak Era | A Thorn In Joy | Girl's Letter To The Beatle | In a Dream | Starchild |
I'll tell you this for nothing and you can believe it or not,
I've been around a while and I've felt life crack the whip,
And the spirits of decisions make sure they're not forgot,
And I promise you they'll haunt you until you take ownership.
Own your fears and mistakes, the heartaches, every last one,
I know the things I got right and I'm proud to own them too,
But that's t...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 11:29 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Inevitably Ours | The Three That Let Us Be | A Little Rain | Where Twilight Sleeps | Cruel Mistress | Whispering Night | The Door Of Naked Souls | Not Without | To The Bone |
sometimes i wonder how we got to this point
a point where you wonder whats the best
a point where you want to restart and forget
because i thought we're doing our best
giving all the love we have left
but look at us now,
one has left and doesnt have any regrets
and the other one stood still, full of questions.
shes waiting, waiting and reassuring him that she believes.
Wednesday 24th April 2019 11:12 am
We were challenged to write a poem inspired by two randlmly chosenpages in a dictionary, thesairaus or encyclopedic book. This is my offering
The light grows from his bedside lamp, illuminating hitherto unseen leaves of Humorous Quotations.
He pores through dry pages of politicians' dry political thoughts
Seeking inspiration from giants of history
Is this all they left behind...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 9:51 am
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Bears | But for you | Fleeting persistence | House | Watering Can | Borders | Walk on part | Tribute | Born in the shadow of a mountain | Black Confetti | Caledonian Secrets |
her daughters fought over
but in the end didn't want
priced to clear
at the car boot sale
Wednesday 24th April 2019 9:34 am
Also by steve black:tanka | kyoka |
"Fattening up time" the wall calendar read
which meant only one thing to old farmer Ted.
Christmas was coming and there's money to be made
you see the bigger the bird the more he'd be paid.
He'd saved up all year and bought high quality feed
to ensure that his flock was the best he could breed.
So this year Ted's turkeys would be the tastiest in town
and the best biggest...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 9:22 am
Deferring to the OED, Fowler’s* tells us not
To spell “inure” as “enure” for variant
Spellings are not needed; even if “inure”
Has two meanings, it is still only one word.
But who ever heard of “inure” relating to
Anything but some form of suffering?
Something quite beautiful and useful
Might well be put “in ure,” which just
Means we like this well enough to
Make a habit of it, and that...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:24 am
Also by Randy Horton:Poetry and the Cross-Pollination of Artistic Platforms | The Best Way to Grieve for a Child | On Bodily Autonomy and Geriatric Femininity | The Burdened Bookshelf as Will and Representation | The Impact of Utilitarianism on Unsuspecting Feet | The Magic and Mystery of Ministry | On the Disastrous Art of Losing | Texas Tornadoes and the Power of Prayer | Life, Love, and Leaving in Livingston, Texas | On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives | If Gratitude Were Horses, We'd Never Fear A Stampede | Accepting an Infinite Regression of Causes | On The Odd Quality of Trumpets in the Mist | The Distinct Challenges of Hyperfocus | The Unintended Consequences of Complimentary Behavior | The Unreasonable Demands of April |
And they move with precision
And they’re not listening
To you or by one else
And there’s a man
A throw’s distance
Asking for a pittance
And it doesn’t even rate
As an unpleasant
The middle’s come out
It’s been gobbled up
And although they didn’t want it
How they benefit from it
And although they hate him
They can’t stop what they’re making
Wednesday 24th April 2019 2:20 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:I found his library card the other day | Deep Fakes | first impressions | tiny mammal strategies | Conjugating Needs | Neverlook | acknowledgements | In Absentia | $9 | Playing Adults |
I want it to be over
The voices in my head
Telling me to end it
And let go of everything I’ve dreamt
I want it to be over
The feeling that I’ve dread
The endless loop to stop
I don’t want to be afraid
I want it to be over
I want to start again
This time no voices
This time I’ll put an end.
Wednesday 24th April 2019 1:10 am
Also by Ana Dobrev:Guilt | 5am |
Wednesday 24th April 2019 1:08 am
Also by Philip Stevens:Loose change | Mood | Station to station | Write some poetry !! | Let the madness out !! |
Hi, she said with one big sigh, the day was difficult and she held in her cry
She was shy but always found her way with the bad guy who always liked to lie
Wishing for something new b/c she wanted to finally turn the blind eye
On her cycle of men; realized that it was her making herself feel this way, she was high
On the fact that someone was always there but still felt lonel...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 1:07 am
Out of nowhere you came crashing into me
Like beside each other is where we were always meant to be
Giving me butterflies and making my heart skip a beat
With just a simple glance my way
Some say it’s too good to be true
Those feelings will diminish they say
One day they’ll fade away, But oh baby, I know these feelings I have for you will always stay
*-You’re the one who ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 11:41 pm
Also by Leslie stout:Let me love you | Unconditional love |
Jigsaws are great at the outset aren't they?
Enthusiastically you build the border
then crack on with the interior
and can barely contain yourself
when completing an interesting area
but then as soon as you start to see some clarity
you find all that's left is sea and sky
and you know it's gonna get tougher
so you break it up
stick it back in the box
and donate it to ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 11:39 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Jump, Again | The Todger : Alternative Uses | Waiting at the door with a rolling pin | Again, Empty Vessel | It will probably never happen | Colour Blind |
Hello Humber gateway,
you old dock drab,
winking at passing commerce
with your ample warehouse acreage,
welcoming skirts hitched
up the legs of the Ouse and Trent.
Under stretched skies,
I am a salmon swimming the sixty-two,
past rotting coal fired corpses,
where orderly pylons queue the lanes,
sturdy girls whispering old secrets;
gossip from a shabby adolescence.
On a three-quarte...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 10:41 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:Book End | This Work Is Done | Gift | Yew | Red Pencil | Blanket | On The Road To Samaria | Coming Home |
BEHIND THE SHINE
as her soul
tears she cries
veils a heart
that is broken
on her lips
hides the journey
of a thousand miles
what she doesn't
want you to know
can't see things
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 10:41 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:WEARING EGG | HEAVY BAG | HOLLOW VOWS | KNOW EVERYTHING'S OKAY | RISE N' SHINE | BURN BRIDGES | DO NOT WEEP | DANCE HALL | 9-1-1 | OPEN STAGE | RAINDROP | TOTAL SUM | BACK IN TIME | CHAMP | BELLE |
OMG, there goes another one.
Spectators are asked to step back in amazement,
warp necks for one more firework display.
A whizz-bang over before it can really amaze
needs not bravery to turn away from.
People, turn your eyes to heaven thinking
to dive into the infinite
that has held us all this long, for the stunning
mystery of it. And should a star move into view
what can you do but...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 10:39 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Haunting The Boundary | Championing The Unlikely Hero | My Little Discovery | Lines To Copy | We, The Uneducated | Situation 1 |
For my friend Ray, I hope you haven't.
Don't Sell Your Soul
I told him not to sell his soul
That it would be unwise
The devil cheets and always wins
The end is your demise.
I told him not to sell his soul
It would be careless and askew
Satan laughs at all the fools who follow at his shoe.
I told him not to sell his soul
That he would never get it back
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 10:26 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:New Friend | A Tractor's Wife | Lisa | And the Mouse Said... | In the Closet | The End is Nigh | Open Mike Night | Eggs | Write or Wrong | Walking |
Vincent Price, actor extraordinaire
reaches into his cloak with large sympathetic hands,
smiles with that crooked cataclysm of a face,
eyebrows as restless as Tower Bridge,
pulls back the velvet to reveal plum red lining
and have us fooled;
what might happen next?
will there be bats or spiders
or perhaps the Tingler.
He merely recites in broad sweeps
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 9:29 pm
Also by ray pool:FORGOTTEN DREAMS | ON MUSHROOM HILL | GOTHICK | LEFT BEHIND | ON GURNARDS HEAD | NO ARGUMENT |
The touch of heaven
A feeling that no one feels alone
Is deep within this heart
What can only be adored
All around the world
Only four words that means more
Is love only that can bring us near
Whenever darkness looms around
Fog of cries and rain of suffering spreads beyond
There and there only a hand can give the strength
To fight all that away
To stand ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 8:49 pm
Feminism builds on needs!
Tell me something, are you freed
From all society’s greed
If you don’t think a woman
Is the same as a human
Where have you been hurt?
Don’t make me your just desserts
Looking at me like something tasty
Feels like your arguments are a little hasty to judge me
Like I’m not somebody
With hopes and dreams and feelings
Why you wiping down that glass ceiling
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 8:44 pm
Also by Josie Harris:Love | Tiny |
a term I seldom use
Packed in tight
A voice declares
What would our ancestors
make of this crushing
Strangers allowing strangers
their Intimate space
The body's breath
A nervous cough suppressed
A weary sigh
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 6:57 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Shoes | Love cannot ride a bicycle | These shoes are made for wanting |
We live with sickness despite moving on
Beyond the ignorance our ancestors looked upon
And accepted as being a part of the life
They lived - praying that they might evade the knife.
But even today with human knowledge increasing
By the hour...by the day - via research unceasing,
It makes me wonder if illness is like a sin
Caused by our folly - from without and within.
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 4:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:FAKE FAMILIARITY | PROTEST | REMAINER AND LEAVER | CONUNDRUM | GROWING PAINS | BAD TO VERSE | REMEMBERING THE REFERENDUM PARTY |
So I get up and hear my name,
A surreal sound I don’t recognise.
Should I be here? I ask myself, thinking
‘I should have come in disguise’.
What happens when I get to the mic’?
I then realise
There’s sweat pouring down my face.
I feel like I should run.
The panic subsides and I hear applause,
Happy I decided to come.
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 4:15 pm
Also by trevor homer:LYING IN THE ARMS OF MORPHEUS | THE NEW RELIGION  | TOMMY BILLS | PERMISSION TO SPEAK |
You, morons, with the wood brain,
Sawdust your heads contain,
Listen to me, you damn bloody fools,
Lift your asses from the stools!
Go! Toddle of hobble to do good deeds!
Grow fruitful seeds!
Moderate your own greed!
Find out what people need!
Feed the children and old men!
Heal the children from cancer and then
Build the roads and give the gas!
I want my country to be superclass.
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 1:24 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:It's good to be a woman | Everyone chooses for himself ... | The Burning Cathedral |
Although you are
in essence an absence
you are always deliberate,
mysterious and silent,
a shadow following,
a shade from the sun,
impression gives colour
but you remain intact
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 10:50 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Monsters in our midst | Unholy Communion | From a sedentary position |
your songs were authentic
as you sang of the land
the land that was yours.
You rode that ol' railroad
a blues dust bowl singer,
just a tired and lonesome
'Hard travellin' man
You were a poet
a bard and a dreamer
facing the world
with guitar in your hand,
you sang to the people
who picked up on your meaning,
you gave us Bob Dylan
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 7:18 am
Also by Dorothy Webb:ABOUT A GIRL - for my granddaughter | WHERE ARE YOU? | WAS A.A.MILNE A TROLL? | HOLY DAYS OF OBLIGATION | POINTLESS | AUTUMN BEECHES | CHINESE WHISPERS. (for David Kelly) | ANOTHER TIME - ANOTHER PLACE | HUG | THE GOOD GARDENER | - AND THE BIG BROWN SOFA | OUT OF FOCUS |
Why do I now prefer writing in my bedroom?
when I have a perfectly good study
- a space cleared for thought?
I feel inspired to dream while I’m awake in here
- not there. Is it because I’ve just coated
the room and everything in it, a lilac pink?
Is that the colour of my inspiration? ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 2:49 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Vancouver Haiku | I am love. | Renovations 1 |
I breathed in the cold and hardened my heart,
I flew with wings made of bone and crystal tears
I walked in a desolate gallery of unknown art,
And shouted with impudence in spite of fears
I bound my sorrow tightly and didn't let it squirm
I laughed at the silence just to hear a voice
But shuddered when the dark answered in return
Should have stayed silent, now regret my ch...
Monday 22nd April 2019 11:05 pm
Spring songs appear like ghosts
Hovering over the horizon
Playing in fields of daffodils
Mixed with stripes of hyacinth blue
Amber shadows projecting skyward
Against the rays of the rising sun
Time stands still as trees blossom
And fauns scamper among daydreams
Everlasting solitude of rebirth
For the dawning of a new day
A new seas...
Monday 22nd April 2019 7:46 pm
Also by Bruce Levine:A Second Chance | 3 Haiku for Spring | Happiness Surrenders | Fate Has Set The Day | The End of Time | I'll Take Manhattan |
A Journey Forward
I do not fear being carried aloft
with all cares cast aside with me enwrapt
Sprinkled with holy water to cleanse
with clouds of incense to uplift
My departure will be as silent as time spent
to fly on the wings of angels to him who sent me
No regret shall accompany this onward journey
only the bells that ring the memories of times past
Monday 22nd April 2019 5:40 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Write out Loud | This Friday | A New Fabric | Writing | I met a Lady today..... | ora pro nobis | The Harp of Summer´s Joy | Born a Criminal |
i am idiot young and
in the back of the car
i close my eyes just so
the light of the sun
between the trees beats a tattoo
behind my lids and lenses
and that is all I want to be
just then - isolation
pink black pink black pink black
a heartbeat from 8 minutes before
Monday 22nd April 2019 12:55 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:providence | i am made of water and so are you |
I want to change people views on me,
In which theirs eyes has a distorted view they see.
I was once wild and free,
But now theirs a broken heart inside me.
I used to fearless and free,
But this pain has gripped me .
I once thought love could conquer it all,
But with it comes the greatest fall.
I let my barriers break to low,
I took a risk so my feelings were on...
Monday 22nd April 2019 10:39 am
Also by Joy LuvCamnkiancaleb Morris:The branches of love |
You would never believe me if I told you that..
there are thorns in my conscience..
Of leaving faith and allegiance..
You would never believe me if I told you that..
there are hidden layers to the spoken truth..
Persistent lies lived in the times of youth..
You would never believe me if I told you that..
dark demons still reside in these caverns.
Dark and light shades of moralit...
Monday 22nd April 2019 8:23 am
Also by mona s:Memories | The Soul | The Tree | Twilight | Growing apart | What Dreams are made of.. | Nonet -Frangipani | Fragments | Pregnant Blue | The Portrait | Magic | Clouds | Pleiades - An enchanting valley |