Poetry Blogs (Jan 2019)
Sun is now on the top again
swallowing the rest of our memories,
protecting the remains of the day,
keeping all the moments,
keeping them all the way....down.
Hey, forget your pride
there is nothing left to say
nothing stronger, nothing deeper than
melancholia in May.
Don't collapse, stand up to your sense, your life,
store them somewhere else,
keeping them away, breaking them apart,
Monday 21st January 2019 1:36 pm
Also by Dragan Bozilov:Move On | Echoes | Visitor | Dream About Absolute Freedom | Trace | Raining In The South | Blue | Tattoos, Bricks & Bridges |
This poetry thing
is not working out
I work at it everyday
but so far
have only earned $4.50
for all my time and trouble
needless to say this is below
and beneath my dignity
so I will be resigning my position
and seeking another line of work
perhaps writing Obituaries
death is certain.
Monday 21st January 2019 12:13 pm
Also by d.knape:Getting All A's | Cat Purrs | No Lingering Death | Brexit---Members Only | I Cannot Imagine | Inner Space | Tomorrow Never Comes | Somebody | The Critic | Going Bald | Pavement | Identity Problem | Red Light Cameras | Divorce | Please Come See Me | Feeling The Heat | Don't Bother | Hold Your Tongue | The Leaving |
Amongst others we are virgins
Their quest is to devour virgins
They claim to be the saint
Yet we are truly innocent
We don't activate like slay kings
Who will never wear you rings
They will wear you lice
But virgin boys don't lie
Always in their horny mood
Yet we plan a honey moon
All they need is score goal
But we love and never let go
©Kporho Vwede Daniel
Monday 21st January 2019 11:30 am
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:Christmas | Government magic | RESOLUTION |
every time I look at your portrait
breezy rustling miss present
every time I interpret your smile
warm desires flow
your black hair is smooth
touch your beautiful cheeks
clear your eyes excite to guide
mean your heart is behind a smile
soft poignant singing
your poetic strings are sad
tough looks you save sad
exposure to life test was exhausted
thrilled with your past
Monday 21st January 2019 11:20 am
Also by Suko Waspodo:Silent Song (In The Morning) | Frame Two Hearts | Kept in Silence | To Be Meaningful | Lonely Without You | Longing for Blue Morning | Run Aground | Morning Greetings | The Beauty of The Past | Miss Peace | Our Longing Poetry | Regret | My Wish | Living in Harmony | Your Will Can Happen | Should I Write A Love Poem? | Morning Romantic Hope | If Only |
Once Upon A Beloved
So quiet within me
So still within a waking dream,
where belief meets forgotten painful memories.
The hurt inside this pain is tormenting and the memories that once invaded the heart of me is once more.
I can feel my walls crumpling down around me as my life begins to shift into a new era of reality.
An era of utter solitude forced not b...
Monday 21st January 2019 10:41 am
A second in the stream of eternity
A gentle touch of God’s fingers
I won’t try to measure you
I won’t trap you in a box
You live in freedom
Or no one
You come and you go
You are under, above
To know you
I’ll close my eyes and listen
Monday 21st January 2019 10:22 am
Also by Marcin:I |
Coming back he felt like a man sitting
on a train going home from seeing the blue angel.
Besides a person who was on secondment
from the army so often he was a now a colonel and
knew the railway system in Germany.
He had been on a bender for days and, the room
where he woke up was dingy and needed, and all
he needed was a cold bottle
of beer not for...
Monday 21st January 2019 9:59 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:to be the best | yesterday is tomorrow | titleless | Brexit 2 | the cow | how it is so insane | happy for some | thoughts | thoughts | loving thought | beware of colours | wakeful | the love | the poverty of self loathing | odd is the poet | the vagabond | useless wars | long for the sea | a time called noel | India | wordsmith | 2019 | religion versus culture | reflection on wednesday |
I do not get it when they say,
We will not make it one day,
I do not get it, when they laugh,
On us and on our scars
I do not get it when they do not believe us,
How crazily can this world suck?
I cannot express the pain in words,
Let’s run because we seem cursed
Let’s run away from the chains of pain,
Let’s run away where we can dance in rain,
Let’s run as ...
Monday 21st January 2019 8:38 am
Also by Shuchi Batra:Fly Away |
Temple Builder. I Do Object
I read something the other day
To which I do object
I found it out of order
'Cause me it did affect
The Temple Builder did suggest
The Rhymers Club did not
Write poems which were meaningful
But play and tommy rot
I would suggest the Builder
Go look at what we wrote
It was a mix of serious/fun
Unlike the Builder's quote...
Monday 21st January 2019 7:00 am
Also by Don Matthews:Befuddled | UK's Best Days | Losing Personal Interaction | Skittish not British | Wretch-ed and Fetch-ed | Our Sheep Are Clever. We Teach Them the ABC | I Just Don't Give a Fuck | Please Pass the Truffles | Rhymer Club's Collapsed, Kaputt | We're in for a Stinker | Has Anyone Seen My Brother? | Venturing Into Controversial Poetry | Over-Eating. Brian Wins the Challenge | Sudden. Unexpected (2) | Sudden. Unexpectd | Tomorrow Will Be 41 | In Time For Your Brekkie |
A time of laughter,
Priced more than gold,
We all need to enjoy this before we get old.
Smiles after smiles,
From cheek to cheek,
Let this moment be something you always seek.
Sunday 20th January 2019 11:35 pm
Also by Tyler Lozano:FREEDOM | CONFIDENCE | UNTITLED | AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME | CLARITY | VALUES | THE WARRIOR & THE POET | LITTLE THINGS | SOCIAL FEEDIA | AS A KID | EAST COAST SOUTHERNERS | FAITH | RELEASE | APATHEIA | ALONE TIME | A LOVE | SELF DESTRUCTION | SOMETIMES | SAD FACE EMOJI | (WARNING EXPLICIT) SEXY, YET SWEET | QUESTIONS? | (WARNING EXPLICIT) INTIMACY | WHERE I COME FROM | LEADERSHIP | CHERISH | TODAY | BREAKING THE NORM | ANXIETY | WEATHER | FALLING | NO MORE | TRAPPED | WARMTH | MISSING YOU | FAMILY OVER EVERYTHING | PERCEPTION | PERSPECTIVE | I AM |
They tell me I’m too young.
Too young to know
about the horrors of the world.
to make decisions of my own.
to be thinking at the level I am.
to hear about politics.
to be worrying about the things I worry about.
They tell me I have an old soul.
They tell me I think like a 32 year old.
They tell me to stop wor...
Sunday 20th January 2019 11:18 pm
I can hardly speak but I will try.
My brain falls silent, still;
It is the dying of the day
When a ferment of tenses
Lead me up many cul de sacs.
Lingering a moonlight-figure
Mirrors the sparkling frost,
He's gone but never lost.
Suspicious of the silence within,
Outside all is wild, the colour of blood
Soaks the sky.
On a barge meandering down the river
Sunday 20th January 2019 11:01 pm
Also by John E Marks:Ye Madcaps Of England | All that love can do | If Revisited | Pseudobulbar affect. | The swan's last waltz | Right to remain Silent | Prayer Flags | A ladder to the stars | A nightmare in three acts. | Only the rivers run free | Death of a Gambler | Your brother's keeper | Synaesthesia | In search of.... | Vignette | Our revels now are ended | Feed your head | scene of crime | propaganda | consequences | H.M.M | Come back and haunt me | Early morning walk | Mensch | Body on a beach |
A collection of poems is made to be loved.
I know each one will be loved, by many.
I pass by unmoved until the moment
I feel myself gliding fast across ice,
each breath an exhilerating potion.
What do others find in the odes they memorise?
Assume there's love somewhere hereabouts.
Baffling like the flocks I love that love the sky,
the shoals that love the seas.
I should turn again to...
Sunday 20th January 2019 10:01 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Everlasting Voices | Poems Of Yeats |
Trump to the left of me
Brexit to the right
Eire I am, stuck in the middle with Eu...
Sunday 20th January 2019 8:57 pm
Also by Lysa d:Guilty pleasures | Midnight madness | R. kelly | BREATHLESS | Little boys bum | Just for fun | Poor me ' poor you ' poor us | Lotto | Devils domain | Twin flame | My group | Waiting | Lucid dreams | Rat race | Flowing effortlessly | Together we make a difference |
Yesterday a policeman shit on my head
when I went to complain to a pigeon
about my gypsy being stolen by two cars.
Sunday 20th January 2019 8:30 pm
Also by David Gabriel Caplan:My neighbour had a fluffy cat. | Disorientated (1) | Banged Up | Haiku X 2 | Pubbing & Clubbing (late 60s / early 70s) | Morning Glory | The Protectors | Waiting for peace |
They have padded in various places
from shady joints to tropical beaches
Across countless pages they have trodden
in shoes, sandals, boots and in naked sedition
They have carried burdens and suffered corns
roamed the countryside and endured brittle thorns
I clip the nails and moisturise their soles
for God alone knows these extreme toes
My feet are a divine ...
Sunday 20th January 2019 7:55 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Last Moments | Brexit | Wisdom | The Lantern | Winter´s Doldrums | Unseated | Expressions | The Cloud of Fear |
A poet will pick up his pen
At the whim of his muse now and then
So he writes it all out
Then in tortured self-doubt
Rips it up and starts over again
Sunday 20th January 2019 5:21 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Ice Cream | Time To Diet | Winter’s The Pits | Cold |
beyond the grave.
helps me understand,
our encounter was
never about us.
It was about our muses
intertwined in the
world of words.
We were denied
the lasting passion
we searched for
so we could write
our soul songs
Sunday 20th January 2019 4:35 pm
Also by Vautaw:Enoughness | I'm Sorry | Forever | True Love | Write Anyway | Amused | My Dopamine | Soul Scars | Writer's Block | The Bleeding Edge | Naked Souls | New Year Addiction |
A disrobed choir of discordant voices
with silver spoons rammed down their gullets
An elite of frumpy frocks
apeing one another in full length mirrors
Polished and posh, priggish and fake
a privileged grooming from a redundant stable
Manes dyed yellow and painted faces
a ship with no compass but a fools rudder
They sail, glide with impunity to rid...
Sunday 20th January 2019 4:33 pm
Also by Temple of Indomitable Poetry:Shadow behind the curtain | Perchance To Dream. | Ghost | Out of his reach | Harlequin | Parliament | The battle within | "The White Trees" by Big Sal | ASPIRING POETS WANTED! |
To all you UK readers under fifty five; come... take a trip with me
Back to Christmas 1962 - and the New Year of '63.
On Boxing Day the first flakes fell but few folk were concerned,
But wiser minds stocked grates with logs - not to be "twice burned".
There was a lull and smug smiles came - and just as quickly went,
As Mother Nature took a breath and then gave it full vent!
Sunday 20th January 2019 4:09 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE | THE BEST AND THE WORST - a re-post from a while ago | TREASURE HUNT | CONCORDE- Wordsworth would understand! | HOLIDAYS | PLACES IN THE MIND |
I just wonder how it would be
When after months many
We are going to eachother see
Will i cry on seeing you
Will i run right into your arms
Will i laugh and dance
The moment of our divine unite
Should be the best ever lived
A precious hour permanently fixed
I don't wish to feel shy like before
And miss on the moments of love
So this time it's gonna b...
Sunday 20th January 2019 10:52 am
Also by Dolly L.:O Dear life!! | Feelings!! | I Love You!! | Please!! | Missing you!! | O my lovely friend!! | Hold me in your arms!! | Kiss my pain away!! |
The past came calling,
Oh! What a pity.
For love that once intoxicated,
Was left behind to die.
The heart bled and the lips quivered,
Lost were you in the midst of time,
The night had your name on love's lips,
And the day your face to see.
The gentle hold and palm's softness,
A baritone voice and soothing words,
The loving eyes that says it all,
Were all lost in the midst of ti...
Sunday 20th January 2019 10:45 am
I am empowered by the wisdom divine
To handle troubles and shattering pain
In all circumstances I stand to defend
Heart, soul and mind from fatal attacks
My power has increased over the years
I feel stronger and have no fears
The demons have no power over me
They have been banished and forbidden
The world seems new and so do I
Born anew with a new heart and sou...
Sunday 20th January 2019 10:24 am
Also by Ghazala Lari:Reality of life. | Goodbye**** | Darling Death***** | Sad reality!!! (Old age) | The gentle toes (hip hop style) | The art of relationship**** | Love showers# | Back with a bang***** | Happy!!! | the red eyed monster | Divine healing | Winter rain!! | Untitled | Forgive | AnDeHu | Que Sera!! | Why? | Now is the time!!! | Sometimes you need a little push!! | Time!!! | Just a little more!!! | Deadlock |
A lot guys hit on you. You post of a lot of pictures. you like attention. Who’s that. where are you. I don’t like that. You’re making me mad. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I only did it because you made me upset. It’s only because I love you.
Sunday 20th January 2019 9:52 am
Also by Dana Lee:Acid rain |
Perchance to Dream.
You think the world is solid, then watch it simply melt
Down a drain in the gutter, that’s just how it felt
So I followed diving in, though in a slot in the grid
There saw a woman standing, from my gaze she simply slid
Looking up, looking down, looking this way, looking that
I saw a cat with green whiskers, sitting on a mat
It’s edges quickly...
Sunday 20th January 2019 9:11 am
Also by poemagraphic:Ashes in a jar | Another day on the job | Costa Lot | To late she cried | The Up Side | In a Flap | Out of his reach | Lost and Found Pt 2 | Lost and Found Pt 1 (Graphic content) | FREEZING TIME | The Ballard of Jack and Jill | Slamming | Cocooned | Unplugged | Truth |
I don't think you understand the the severity of my depression.
If you did you'd know it justifies my smoking sessions.
I don't do it to get "lit" or to have a good fucking time,
I do it cause I can't sleep unless I'm really fucking high.
My brain it eats at me and won't let me breathe.
The destruction and misery that's inside of me.
It keeps me awake and when they ask I just fake
a smile u...
Sunday 20th January 2019 6:02 am
Also by Nick:harakiri. | Baby. | New Year, New Demons. |
A song won’t save my daddy
yet I hold his hand and sing
A prayer isn’t saving my daddy
Though we pray endlessly in our hearts
My dad composed his life around us
A silent song of love
Dad conducted a sweet melody
For my mum my sisters and brother too
We danced merrily to his tune
Too happy to care that the bliss may end soon
Now we gather around dad like a vo...
Sunday 20th January 2019 5:13 am
Also by Matt Townsend:Our David | Let her be |
Snow blind to cowards and a dead canary as tomes time the
towers at the end of everything like real coffin lids,
Stones grind the flowers in an ossuary as gnomes find the
hours aren’t necessary to appeal to the goddesses,
Banging to the autotune as you
hump a slut a week huh?
Breaking through the monotone like we’re
crumbling up the weed bruh,
Sunday 20th January 2019 12:08 am
Also by Big Sal:Alone in Wander | Fight for the Night | The Bog - feat. Poemagraphic | Happy Thoughts | Controversy Courts Opinion | The Dandy and the Grindstone | Keloid Scars | The Color of a Wing | Mrs. Slocum, Would You Be Mine? |
When it's all about to go sideways,
Theres a moment, for those in the know,
A moment that those in the know can see,
That sideways is how it'll go.
Like suddenly holding your breath,
And everything starts moving slow,
Then everyone hangs on that moment,
Afraid of letting it go.
There's a peace in those solitarily seconds,
You can feel the ebb and the flow,
Saturday 19th January 2019 10:42 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:My Best Girl | The Dachshund That Loved Christmas | Walking Through The Fog | The Raging Fire | Why I Voted Leave | Come In, Come Home | I Know My Killers Name | The Fading Day | The Best Of Us | The Shot | The River | Little Lies | Butterfly | The Warmth Of The Sun | You Are My Stars | What Fires They Are That Burn So Bright | That First Day | There Is a Box | A Summers Day | Don't Try To Be Happy | The Garden | The Border Of The Years | The Officers Prayer | A Breeze On My Cheek | The Dying Light of The Sun | Debate Me | I Stand | Folded Notes | The Beach |
Poem 93 of 230: ONE-POT COOKING
While living as a bachelor,
I’ve cooked in just one pot -
Cast-iron with a wooden handle,
It can hold quite a lot:
In a locally-grown rapeseed oil,
Sweat onions a while;
Adding a powdered-veggie-soup stock,
Plus greens, to the pile;
Then, with this vegan-mix nearly done,
Add canned lentils or beans.
Served with some toast plus tomato sauce,
To an end, i...
Saturday 19th January 2019 9:18 pm
I’ve learnt to draw you deftly
With no subject before me;
The day you left as lightning,
I drained down my eye sockets
Of empty remainders; still retained
Mild wet blinks at every flash and a blip,
Pieces of you restore bit by bit.
Now it’s mildewed with a screen of you
On front, long stored.
Saturday 19th January 2019 3:42 pm
Also by Ruby:5:00 am | Half-hearted | Growing Up | In The Melting Hours | Ode To The Aurora | Insignia | Transition |
All heartbeats together under just one sound…
Their prayer's voices in unison became every woman’s cry…
While abandoned footsteps on wet sand
awaited the arrival of the evening tide
to emancipate themselves from the strings of man…
A lotus flower rose from the dirt, exterminated man’s decay…
And softly whispered to the wind of an approaching day…
A new dawn has just beg...
Saturday 19th January 2019 3:19 pm
Also by Xoanxo:Isolation |
No longer will I say
You did this to me.
For the rest of the world,
I will be strong.
I will be kind.
I will be present.
I will be compassionate.
I will be understanding.
I will be empathetic.
I will be courageous.
I will be intuitive.
I will be brave.
I will be everything
That you couldn't be
For me -
You did NOT
For the rest of the w...
Saturday 19th January 2019 2:29 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Until | Blue | January 42nd | Six | Lima Charlie | First Aid | This Time Around | Wasn't It | Conversations with Myself |
Elliot likes to show
In French, Latin
And with references
There's work in his words
so to speak
Words and foto Tommy Carroll
Saturday 19th January 2019 2:06 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Robbie Burns warned - | Everything is in context or not | Higg's Boson | Come and see | Expressive Allowence |
All through January
I searched through the house
For something to fit me
But couldn't find a blouse
As I got dressed
I went all numb
Couldn't find anything
To cover my bum
A pair of stretch leggins
My husbands' shirt
Was all I could find
To cover my girth
The wine and chocolates
Went down with ease
I never refused
Just said yes please
Saturday 19th January 2019 2:06 pm
Have you ever put a gun to your head?
Just to countdown for the bullets not to go through
It got lodged into the gun
I had a moment of bliss yesterday
Now the depression is back
I hate these deadly chemicals that can kill
Drowning my brain they are
Saturday 19th January 2019 2:00 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Two Spoons Bitter Truth | Lighthouse | I | I'm content With This | Words of The Waiting Man 26 | Just Another Terrible Day In The Government Shutdown | I'm Scaring Myself Again | Cafe of Blues Coffee Bean Love | A Tub of Ice Cream And A Lifetime of Tears | The Iron Giant | Hold Hands (Firefly Poem) | Technically Off The Beaded Path |
it was an accident
you hit me
with your words
it's my home I say
but you don’t care
you have come in
soon you will leave
but not me, her
I find my bedroom
solace and silence
the smallness of me
you have come again
I do not want you
you are not mine, hers
you smother me,
press me into bedsheets
you smell of bull swe...
Saturday 19th January 2019 12:18 pm
Lost in a Durham Landscape
I kicked my heels in the living room
while Aoife was in the kitchen
a painting above the mantelpiece
(where a mirror ought to be)
drew my eye
a watchman is walking through a gate
pushing a rusted bike
behind him tumble-down allotments
ahead a row of cottages
the sky has darkled
Saturday 19th January 2019 11:27 am
Also by Rick:Ugly Until | Boot Hill |
Each word separated from the other
removed from the greater part which gave it meaning,
the vowels waterboarded,
The CAPITALS made to sit in corners
while comma's had their toe-nails pulled.
Question marks eradicated,
full stops turned informer.
Phonic's disembodied to a hum
their transitions obliterated.
All died in lonesome sile...
Saturday 19th January 2019 10:14 am
Also by Wolfgar:Reflections on the reading of a will | Récit | Healed | In the gentle fold of petals | On New Year Morning |
How many times must we be Abused . They will never defeat our will. The Will of the people will never let you . Our Forefathers fought for our Freedom . And we would never betray them . We should betray all cruelty to Children because they are our future . And not let other Countries abuse our trust . By saying we are not worthy . The Working Class are the backbone of Our Country . And Politician...
Saturday 19th January 2019 5:24 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Secrecy | Against Each Other | Be Noticed |
He's not in the first flush of youth,
there's too much snow on the roof,
in fact most people are saying
he's far too long in the tooth
to still be behind the wheel.
Time to use your bus pass Phil.
Friday 18th January 2019 11:33 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Last Night's Brexit Vote | This Way Up | Dogshit Hypocrite | In The Book | This Fling I'm Having | The Primary School Teacher | First of the New Year |
I started in heaven but then I saw him and started to fall. I just kept falling for him. Deeper and deeper. He was my addiction. He changed me for which I though was the better but then left me. It was only then that I realised his bitter departure left me broken, battered and falling apart.
Fire burned all around me but the one in my heart had died. In its place lay the ash from my charred he...
Friday 18th January 2019 11:30 pm
I lose Myself almost as much as I lose my keys.
Sometimes, I think I have a grasp on her,
And then she slips through my fingers, and dances away again.
I try and shove her into my body-
Into my heart, my soul, my mind-
But she melts through my feet, and slithers away.
She follows other people around, too.
As if she wants to be a part of anyone but me.
She tries to filter into other...
Friday 18th January 2019 9:55 pm
Also by Claire Ivie:Lighter than Air | The Only Sunshine I Need | Ink and Paper |
The jungle life
Kill or be killed
At alert always or be blamed for it
Move alone and become a gunner
Government of the heat
Little freedom in your territory
But doesn't last long
Those with flat foots will assail
Give them everything still won't be ok
Always insatiable they are
Followed you everywhere
Know your every move
Their job is to protect
Now devour and claim
Friday 18th January 2019 8:01 pm
Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:The Appreciation | Foolishness |
You do not exist anymore
You are absolutely nothing
Unconscious, intangible, not there.
You exist in my mind,
You live on through that funny anecdote
That recipe, that legacy, our memory.
You are my tragic backstory,
The key to solving why I am the way I am
What you made me...
Friday 18th January 2019 7:55 pm
Also by April Emmeline:Wonderings | Being |
there is a room in minnesota that is so quiet
you can hear your blood trickle through your veins
no one can stand it, but I wish I was there
to hear my body shut down
here is a liver
here is a lung
here is the panicked thrum of a heart that is dying
here is the piss and fuzz of the brain
realising it is alone
what does hope sound like?
Friday 18th January 2019 1:41 pm
O Coveted Pandiculation
I just wonder, we have forgotten to pandiculate
Our mind needs to stimulate
Gone were the days when we woke up in the morning
No time for stretching body accompanied with yawning
Today we are in rat race
No scope to take rest
Busy life with so many tasks at a time
Running in a race where no victory and defeat to face
Friday 18th January 2019 12:14 pm
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:One Life is not enough! | Shut those Doors.. | I was Wrong! |
Sick of your packaged life,
hatred ,cry and laughter.
We are selling same musty emotions,
in different colourful wrapper.
Friday 18th January 2019 3:05 am
I saw her standing there
and suddenly thought;
what a wonderful title for a song;
but of course i'm not the Beatles,
so using the idea would have been so very wrong.
Thursday 17th January 2019 10:51 pm
Also by ray pool:IT'S ONLY RIGHT | SPARROWS CAN'T SING | SELL EBRITY | NANNY'S HOT WATER BOTTLE | CHIC LIT | THE INN AT THE END OF A LIFE |
And all at once
We revisted the site
Where the wounded lie
We examined their injuries
Doing our best to determine
If they were fatal
It requires a detached rationale
It laughs in the face of pure emotion
For life is smarter than you think
Forever your opponent
Even when pretending
To be a friend
For life brought me you
Thursday 17th January 2019 2:40 pm
Once you were a megastar
glittering high up in the firmanent,
mesmerized by the brilliance of popularity,
glowing celebrity and meteoric success.
But with time, fickle stargazers turned to
other brighter supernovas, and you
unwillingly became a falling star,
returning to your earthly origins.
Drink, drugs, debts, arrests, humiliation,
rancour and hardship, because thinki...
Thursday 17th January 2019 2:34 pm
Also by jennifer Malden:Murray | The Wanderers (Bombus Lucorum) |
I used to believe that when it comes to love and hate, right and wrong, good and evil; the notions were night and day.
And though I still believe that there are very clear distinctions between each pair of opposing ideas, I have begun to question such simple binaries.
Our progenitors committed acts of violence and hatred that we still commit today.
For that reason, I pray evil isn’t conge...
Thursday 17th January 2019 12:11 pm
Also by Clarke:曲折 | Still |
An explosion beyond comprehension sent all
The ingredients of the cosmos careening through the void.
Light, matter, and energy diffused chaotically,
Taking billions of years (as we now know them)
To fall into some kind of order, to establish
Some vaguely predictable interactions of
Cosmic proportion. Somehow, trillions of
Particles began to cooperate to form
Molecules of ca...
Thursday 17th January 2019 11:13 am
Also by Randy Horton:Perception |
Rules a plenty and all so we can maintain order of our art of thought
Express yourself through a template that someone else just published
Middle class lives, aspired and achieved and desired and lived
I will give you 50 lines today and 50 lines tomorrow and 50 more on your fucking birthday
No more romance without some cash and an agreement now
Negotiate in the car or bar or online, but no...
Thursday 17th January 2019 9:52 am
Also by AM Cash:Feedback Mode (Why are the nails pointing outwards from that coffin?) |
she walks with her head down
she does not speak
her jaws are clenched
and her fingers pick at skin
a knot seems to always be lodged into her throat
the she is alone
No one sees it
No one sees her for who she is for
She has chained herself up to a tower of rotten flesh
that smells and leaks of fluid
but she will not let go
the tower that once brought her confiden...
Thursday 17th January 2019 6:54 am
It would be an honour
For you to read me your poems
In fact all of your words
Are like poems to me
So tell me some more
And ive heard your stories
But tell me again
Tell me some more
I wait I listen
You are the voice in the wilderness
That kept me whole
You saw the light in me
That I couldnt find.
For that my love
I am grateful
Thursday 17th January 2019 6:18 am
I dreamt of an aquarium
fixed into my back,
a miniature box
with tetras and an angel fish,
its glass sunk deep
instead of memories;
I had to ask each day
if they were still alive,
in that wall of flesh.
It was necessary
to watch out for these
delicate creatures, cradle
this transparent cube of life
while treading carefully
Thursday 17th January 2019 1:41 am
Preamble: I know some folk are not going to like this, but it's my right to be angry and I don't care who knows it.
Live version on Youtube: https://youtu.be/ckq0X_z6I6M
On the 30th of March 2019
I shall wake up significantly older
And no longer European.
What a great birthday present history has prepared for me -
After 4 decades on this planet, “we’re revoking your Eu...
Thursday 17th January 2019 12:22 am
The Perfect Death
I visited the place
Where I was once stuck
And had time to take in
The scenery for once
It was overwhelming
In its lushness
As I walked familiar ways
Reminded by the music
We used to play I dreamed
We were back in those places
Sweetness almost nausea
I laid down under a tree
A sweet whiff of methane c...
Wednesday 16th January 2019 11:28 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Mondays | Captives | Indeflation | Situational Insanity | Wait Staff | Tennisexuals | Romance y Death |
Today i will cry,
warm tears of despair and loss
they will never fall
because once again
I was paused and muted
my voice quiet but thoughts so loud
In the end, they exploded
Wednesday 16th January 2019 9:16 pm
Also by Chloé:Mental | Winter | Blinded |
AN ACTOR’S LAMENT
Shall I audition for this Shakespeare play?
There is no part in it I really want.
Break wind and blow the lead away –
he was utter rubbish in Charlie’s Aunt!
Though I often think I was born too late –
by,say, half a thousand, six hundred years –
I possess a marked tendency to prate
and my ...
Wednesday 16th January 2019 9:05 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:WALKING AT SUNRISE |
If you dont love me
I know someone who will
You want to lead me on
But I wont follow
Your love is silent
Your absence is loud
Where you lead
I wont follow
Wednesday 16th January 2019 10:57 am
Where are you dad when I need you to talk me through,
You use to always tell me exactly what I should do.
I wish I could talk to you and just hear your voice,
But Instead I look for a sign of your presence, I don’t have any other choice.
You always knew exactly what I needed to hear,
Always had the perfect responses to take away my fear.
I’d give anything right now to have you by...
Wednesday 16th January 2019 9:32 am
Also by Leslie stout:Broken | Forever my favorite part | I’ll always wish for you❤️ | Until the end | Is it true? | Life | Time | Perfect Ending | Strong | Escape | Miss you Dad | Daddy.. | A little Glimpse of you | My Children | Just Me | Another life |
A mirror faced figure leading me astray.
Psychologically it is wearing my mind away.
It leaves me a flower, a knife turns into a key.
In my house I find there's more than one me.
Am I dreaming, does this robed person exist?
Would I even care if there's a knife to twist?
Loneliness can play evil tricks with the mind.
Reasons to live, sometimes I struggle to find.
Items change places not...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 11:43 pm
Pecking and struggling,
movements so frantic.
One piece too taxing,
the other not worth it.
So hard work you pick
devoting all your strength
to the oh so desired bit
as it avoids your attempts.
exhaustion and discontent
are what you're left with.
Instead of practicing yourself in modesty,
choosing the more compatible.
Disappontedly, you spread y...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 9:46 pm
Also by marzipan666:kill me. |
On the trip with you
The sharp rain hits us, heavily
Heavenly, we walk side by side
Then we miss the train
"You are like the wind", I say
with a lack full of pain
in my soul
and the little bird dancing and singing inside of my body.
We catch another one,
enter the wagon, sit down next to each other, wet, exhausted and silently
Your blowing wind is sweet and soft
But it's hard to be ther...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 9:01 pm
Also by Pyrola:Small fishes in shoals |
I watch her walk the path to light, my head hung in sorrow.
For love’s promise, it’s lie and truth, a word that now rings hollow
The agony of pain and fear, a cocktail of self-despair
A struggle for the face of sanity, my soul finally lay bare.
The tale I speak for others ears, is not my hearts desire
A bold lie, a show of strength, a crown of barbed wire
Tuesday 15th January 2019 5:13 pm
In the frost sharp moonless night
the stars light the air
with a quiet and mystic brilliance
much closer than of yore
as a still quiet
the world below
Through the cold crystal dark night
a ghost drifts the grass
silent echo of a whispered flight
tree high above my eye
its soft locus
the land below
Through an ice star argent glea...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 3:47 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Juvenal 2 (: Europe 0) | Harvest Memories | Grandad's Christmas Reverie |
I came to in a sickbed on January the 1st,
bowels on fire, tongue and tonsils stinking,
jackhammers splitting my skull. It was the worst
hangover on record in all history of drinking.
That agony was nothing to my suffering now
for in a fit of penance, a superfluity
of over reaction, I swore a solemn vow
that the year will kick off with a dry January.
Tuesday 15th January 2019 2:14 pm
(It's all kicking off tonight. Can't wait)
The runaway train went over the cliff and she blew
The runaway train went over the cliff and she blew
The driver never considered “What if?”
You’d think that she’d been at a spliff
And she blew blew blew blew blew.
The runaway train went over the edge and she blew
The runaway train s...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 2:14 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE BATTLE OF TOWTON | TOM PUDDING | ST SAMPSON'S OVER 60's CLUB | SILENT MAN |
I have been swimming against the tides for so many years,
To begin with I had a lot of fears,
I nearly drowned many times,
The pain I suffered was immense,
The reason for it was that I wouldn't sit on the fence,
Just like I wouldn't be a sheep,
But I didn't give in and committed no sin,
With only hope to spur me on,
At any point I could have gone,
I thought quite soon that I would drown,
Tuesday 15th January 2019 1:29 pm
Also by Pip Thomas:Eternal mind | I feel so free | Medication to ruin a perfect mind | It's your birth right to be happy | The sands of time | Basket case | Two way conversation |
Guns, knives and hand grenades,
Bombs and shells we'll blow them away,
Underground bunkers are no match for us,
United States of America "In God we trust",
Blood, guts and body parts,
Shoot to kill and aim for their hearts,
Chemical warfare is also a treat,
We'll gas them out and leave 'em in defeat,
Put your hands up and surrender now,
We'll shoot you in the face unless you put your gun ...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:50 am
Also by Jared Harris:Sobriety Shit | Lyrical Lecture | Everyday Ritual | Ode To The Lazy And Ignorant Who Scoff At The Truth | Retribution | Poker With Lucifer | What Does It All Mean? | Mind Control On Sheeple | Finally Free | Involuntary Glamorization In Obsessive Dreams | I Should Of Thought About That Before I Got High |
I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets of failed tries.
Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie.
Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why.
It gets so bad, to the point where I just want to die,
But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye.
What's the point of believing if you could never fly?
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:27 am
Also by Xander:The Prison | A poet's sleepless night |
Where are poets!
Monday,14th January 2019
Where the olden days have gone?
where enough was done
by the noted poets
and let the world know about the power
what has happened today?
we find the blockades on the way
sometimes, the finger is raised
and not allowed the goal to be chased
the self-styled godfathers have emerged
they try to put the newc...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 3:21 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:His language | Our basic concern | Friendship hand | Closeness to God | Mark of questionjadia | Be good | Keep yourself clear | The days starts | Life and danger | No more thoughts | Receive with grace | The only sourcde | Lies- an integral part | Find a solution | No hate with hate | No shelter but surrender | Love and sacredness | We all sobbed | No hatred, please | Love hides pain | I am nothing | Beautiful relation | You are beautiful | With humanity | Misses a beat | True being | Worth and real | Lovely mom | For the betterment | A beautiful gift | The year 2019 |
There the drifts crackled in protest where he stood,
and the sun glared His radiance from His just throne,
just as the Glacier God, for that was what He was,
basked in the polished light of polar transcendence.
And below lurked the Hidden One of the abyss,
whose only and needed weapon was mystery.
And then the mighty Wind, fierce and true at his back,
Tuesday 15th January 2019 1:50 am
Manor house countryside views
weekend club exclusive membership
Security measures private grounds
secluded from prying eyes
Oxford Professor Sidney Oddball
Master Keeper bondage dungeon
Physical Instructor Fiona Feelgood
Sauna Mistress, temperature hotspot
Kinky submissive Nicola Toylover
Pink tickler playmaker fantasy
Cambridge Lecturer Herbe...
Monday 14th January 2019 3:50 pm
Our Chains Are Invisible But No Less Real
It's 1978 and I'm 19.
I wear no iron collar
and am not beaten or harmed
to get me to rise from rest,
Instead there's a wind-up,
stand-up travel alarm.
It's just as effective.
by want of money,
Sense of duty,
examples of others,
By my own self-perpetuating
My own clothes
on the factory floor,
Monday 14th January 2019 12:50 pm
Also by Chris Bainbridge:Hansel | Celtic Warrior Princess |
This pain in the darkness…
It came to sudden eve to blaspheme the torment of branch through the quintessential.
It took through the walls the solidity of ghost stories mending soul with ethereal strings and fire.
The amplitude of dust from centuries ferments in my body as life.
And, the blood seeps from the willow trees within pen as ink.
Playing into fruition heart chords drizzled...
Monday 14th January 2019 1:08 am
Also by Mimi:...This Evening And So Forth... |
Follow your first mind
I know it’s hard for you to shine
But there is going to be a turn you won’t understand
There will be life and you will dance
Sing to the birds and watch them fly
Don’t wait for the perfect time
That little light will glide and bring you the eye
The eye to see and the eye of fire
Sunday 13th January 2019 3:15 pm
Also by Destiny:Selfless | Your world | Beautiful | Smile | Ahead | free | Time | New day |
Its hard to be happy
Hard to be me
Finding out who I am is impossible to the pressure of smarts and immortality
"we live forever" a lie told by us TO US
The bullshit we pull just to feel less depressed and lost within
How do you feel?
Being told your gonna die?
Does it hurt?
We are young
Not yet strong in…
We are ...
Sunday 13th January 2019 4:32 am
When things are at their lowest point
And life seems harder day by day
When you’re in need of encouragement
And someone to help you see a way
You don’t expect it to be made worse
Then wonder “hang on am I cursed?”
For trying my best for those I love
Then hating myself for crying out
The Urban Poet 2019
Sunday 13th January 2019 12:35 am
Also by Fred Varden:Where do you belong? | On a Knife Edge |
You opened my eyes
then shut them again
the sun shone
then came the rain
the joyous rapture
and the ceaseless pain
that today sounds insane
once a transport of delight
now a trip down memory lane.
Saturday 12th January 2019 3:51 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:The laden sky | Another's eyes | The Snowman |
We were strangers by the pool
there was summer on your skin
I lay low, opened my whole body
in the hope that you would find me
Then taking it the distance
from the shore raised to the sky
there were many sailors scheming
on the bending of your knee
There’s a bridge in your dreams
as it recedes behind a fog
you wonder what it means...
Even naked your body was a silk gown
as you sc...
Saturday 12th January 2019 2:41 pm
I don't like the ways of my arid tongue
I don't like the stiff ways of my pen
I've been trying to sing what's already been sung
And I'm starting to lose my zen.
It feels like my head is made of bricks
Mould is working its way inside,
I'm in permanent stupor and all fresh out of tricks,
mouth agape and eyes open wide!
I hold my reading books upside-down
I write ...
Saturday 12th January 2019 2:13 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Mother Goose Puts Her Foot Down |
Wanted to write about the creative urge and how it relates to ego. A bit philosophical, so Descartes' famous phrase I think therefore I am, Cogito Ergo Sum, came to mind for a title.... Not really polished yet, but see what you think...
Poetico Ego Some
I write therefore I am
What I want to be,
I read because I can
Have others listen to me.
I think I’ve found a rhyme,
Saturday 12th January 2019 10:07 am
For a short period in our marriage of over thirty seven years I earned about two-thirds of the income.
I didn’t set out to do this it just happened this way. I was a Specialist in the Army. My husband was a nursing student and he was being helped to pay school and living expenses through the Veterans Administration.
My husband never complained ...
Saturday 12th January 2019 1:58 am
Must I await you
Cleaved by emotion
Like a limpet
to a rough sea wall
Do I await the tide
Though it ebbs
To a distant shore
Surely as moon and motion
Move the vastness of the sea
Surely my emotion
will bring back the world to me
Friday 11th January 2019 10:49 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Sagacity | Chaffed |
It’s another hotshot night in the Steaming town
Of screaming wailing sirens
Crowned with singing and dancing
Pumping thumping music coloured lights
Among the daily dilly dally splashing of flower laden heights
bathing in the fountain
washed in freezing frothy folly filled pints
And shots with shouts
Of she’s just another
Among the glut of burning talent
Who strut the ...
Friday 11th January 2019 10:35 pm
those sunsweet mornings
evenings romanticized by some unseen certainty
moonlit nights sipping seconds with undeniable ecstasy
tear from me this moment why don’t you
this time I had to love you was never mine
counting down, your dark eyes turn pale blue
this innate part of me, parts with bared teeth
clenched jaws, white knuckles and teary eyes
if I hold on
Friday 11th January 2019 7:45 pm
The first car we owned was a 2 CV
with no certifiable history.
The year we got together
we drove it to the end of its days.
With its tinny dinted roof
it had an air of slumped defeat
we rose above quite easily.
When summer broke all records
the windows that didn’t quite close
were an unexpected bonus.
Its mind-boggling gear stick
Friday 11th January 2019 4:19 pm
When I am rich
When I am rich I will build a house
in Casals’ country of refuge from the fascist.
With a view of the snows on Le Canigou
And a garden fenced with cactusses, which fruits I shall pick to eat
With fennel in the wild garrigue and thyme and rosemary
And the blue Dyers Alkanet in the sand
And the South will blow sunshine to me from the sea.
So yearly th...
Friday 11th January 2019 2:31 pm
Also by Alan Travis Braddock:Beard | Mick Burke (Everest 1980) |
We had this connection like nobody else on this planet, whether there was one, ten or one hundred degrees of separation between us at any given time. It was as if our world was constantly contained within the constraints of a children's game only the two of us knew the rules to. I couldn't look across a room without his eyes instinctively meeting up with mine. Those same eyes never once looked at ...
Friday 11th January 2019 1:29 am
Also by SadGrrrlsClub:subway tracks. | busses and trains. | secondhand smoke. | fr[end]s | maybe. | raised on it. | beautiful disaster. | (untitled) | feels. | eternal chase. | sorry. | ringleader | trophy wives. | acts of kindness. | in love with a need. | first love. | heart is where the home is. | bathbomb. | psychosocial media. |
What triggers my spirit is always glass half-full
To string along the words to finish my own thoughts
Whatever is before or behind all these dots
Is the puzzle pieces, of inspiration pull
Flowers to the torment of ill-advised loud tunes
Crying to the mere thought of justified moments
That brother's aiming ways underlie the movements
Succumbing to pressure of the sobering loons
Friday 11th January 2019 12:16 am
I am not a Harley Davidson,
but a moped.
I am the opposite of a fox
I am a badger.
I am not the cream at the top of the milk,
I am the last dribble you find when you’re making a cup of tea.
I am most unfortunately, unsexy in my sexual prime.
Not adored, but ignored.
But at least I've got a sense of humour!
Thursday 10th January 2019 5:53 pm
Sitting in the passenger side seat zoning off into the passing cars
As I try to bring myself back into reality I find myself stuck in a trip
I think it's my brain but all the doctors assume it's in my head
Test after test, all negative
My mind begins to swirl out of control and I begin to believe them over myself
Is this who I am.
Will I be stuck in this endless loop of surreal m...
Thursday 10th January 2019 6:38 am
it pulls back, tight,
a finger falls away
flung through the air
till it hits
a heavy stone sunk at the bottom of my stomach
but you’ve left the slingshot on the bench outside
and I don’t know how to leave you on that bed
a cold hand still holds my heart
instead, you’ll stay
a heavy stone sunk in my stomach
I’ll never leave you behind
I’ll take you everywhere
Wednesday 9th January 2019 9:10 pm
and just like the stars in the sky
she was so distant that all they could see was her past
for if they were closer
they'd know she's been gone for a while
Wednesday 9th January 2019 8:58 pm
Also by cleo:mad woman | mad |
Grey light. Cold trunks. Leaf litter in the damp
morning. Chainsaw gloves smell of oil, petrol,
wood shavings and exhaust. Gloves stiff with cold,
infused with toil and woodland management.
A deer crosses, silent stealth, picking soft
through the green-tinged, spring-poised coppice. March is
in touching distance, harvest will cease while
flowers grow. No one sees th...
Wednesday 9th January 2019 4:45 pm
Also by Rich:Behind the Front |
There is a hill in Bermuda
Very high and steep
With a narrow road from top to bottom
That twists like a preying python.
'Ass Hill' they called it.
And I fully agreed:
You would be a total ass
To negotiate it if you didn't have to
At a mere creep
Praying for reliable brakes
And no traffic from the opposite direction.
I called it Ass Hill for years
Wednesday 9th January 2019 3:42 pm