Poetry Blogs (2019, kisses)
Don Matthews on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (34 minutes ago)
Forever ago may seem
like 20 years of gray,
but I live forever every day.
There is no escape.
It's not the passion I miss,
I keep that memory sealed
in a concrete kiss.
It's the lyrical
that went on months
before our egos
got in the way.
In the forever between
tears and heartbreak,
to find ourselves
and our destiny, here
on this pag...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 7:09 pm
Have I loved?
Yes, on the spectrum,
towards the sacrificial side.
Silencing my soul,
losing my identiy.
crying myself to sleep.
I sometimes think I would have
preferred an easy love
bouquets of rainbow colored daisies,
a passionate love,
French kisses in Rome,
a forever love,
hugs, holding hands,
finishing each other's sentences...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 12:19 pm
We know each year it comes to us
Darkness, to bright cold winter days
The greens become a golden yellow
Before bareness reveals ageing old oaks
Yet cousins stay that darker luscious green
And brave red berries are to be born again
In time for their festive December displays
Birds, squirrels, foxes and rats still search
To find enough to live in our way
Close enough, but not as our pre...
Sunday 16th December 2018 1:14 pm
They are so welcoming
warming for your soul
some feel like thunder
some make your lips go numb
they give you goosebumps when they softly bite your bottom lip
Who doesn't love kisses
its a nautral sign of love
When it comes from a loving place, of course...
Unless they are coming from a dark place,
or from a fake point of view,
or from hatred,
Saturday 17th March 2018 6:05 pm
Take me to the woods to rip out my soul -
Kill me and bury me in a deep, dark hole.
In abandoned houses,
Listening to my heart scream -
Drowing out the loudness.
Photos forever of jumping trampolines,
And a mother suffering silently,
Sleeping on the floor with the sick kittens -
Wondering where I put the sandwich I bit in
Thursday 21st September 2017 8:25 pm
On a cold chilly night
I sat and watched
my one true love
Then falling from the sky
was the first snow fall
just right before
she took her last breath.
She then whispered
her last goodbye
and kissed me once more.
Not a second later
her body went cold,
no heart beat was heard,
and no more life inside her.
The angels have took her
to a better place
where she was gi...
Friday 24th October 2014 4:41 am
Close calls and near misses,
Is it really worth it for drunken kisses?
No, that’s just letting off steam, like when a kettle hisses,
It’s the soul kisses that leave your brain in eclipses.
Remaniises, of what was once tender,
Maybe it’s better to be drunk, so your mind doesn’t render
This kiss important, gets scrambled in the mental blender
So you can lie abo...
Wednesday 6th February 2013 7:56 pm
Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:42 am