Poetry Blogs (Feb 2019)
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Friday 22nd February 2019 7:25 pm
Six rainbow cloudburst smiles
spectrum of radiant colour
leprechauns dance throughout the night.
Friday 22nd February 2019 4:58 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Lord Goldenjoy verses Sir Redraw |
my new lover is impetuous
I feel her eyes on me
like hammerstrikes on steel
and she says she knows me
like sparks show through darkness
but I cannot come out tonight--
she doesn't know my heart or how
her new tiger has been tried
she doesn't know that though
I've turned my back against the divide
I keep a wide eye focused on the sun
forever setting in the west...
Friday 22nd February 2019 4:12 pm
Also by elPintor:autonomous | solitary | distant history | subversive |
Things that look alike
Volume 1: "Bright and Innocent!"
The cordial smile of a supposed benefactor
The caresses of a new unexplored lover
Freshly cooked up ideas, right out of a young passionate mind; not very well though out
And the hope in the words of the confident orator
and the promises of the formidable father
and his proud posture and big gestures
and the ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 2:51 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Resist | Keep it Close | Wrongdoer | GR (In the South) | It's Always Raining on Lonely Sreet, Haiku | Shadows and Shades |
we embrace in the warmth of love
flowing our long-held desires
panting enjoying a kiss
we express sincere passion for longing
at first the doubt felt like a dream
but obviously we have united ourselves
live when fulfilling the will of instinct
time becomes meaningful to two hearts
a little regret why it's only now
we feel like we are out of control
so long we are stuck in a wallow sa...
Friday 22nd February 2019 2:32 pm
Also by Suko Waspodo:True Enforcer of Sleaze | Daydream When Drizzle | Blend The Heart of Instinct | Lovely Early Morning | About Our Feelings | Embrace Your Sincere Love | My Longing's in Your Dreams | Romantic Love Fantasy |
Beyond these walls there’s a place
where they are sisters and daughters
and soon, inshallah, virtuous
wives- and mothers-to-be.
Out there where modesty's praised,
their future's determined.
Their allurements buried
like a hoard, each bride-price
is settled. Being who they are
and where they come from,
each is a link in the chain
that holds the world toget...
Friday 22nd February 2019 1:13 pm
Friday 22nd February 2019 1:11 pm
I had not
Friday 22nd February 2019 1:08 pm
Also by d.knape:As Time Expires | Pets | Wedding Dress | Hearing Loss | Men Without Women | C'est La Vie | Bee Lines | Aging Rock Stars | One-Way Conversation | Acrobats | We Never Asked | Cows & Climate | The Poor | Old School | Braless | Good Company | Letting Out The Cat | Burning Inspiration | Being Good |
Why Do I Write?
My poetry won't change the world
That needs a move en mass
My cries and pleas are wasted
So is my writing 'trash'?
So why then do I write at all?
If no-one heeds my work
I need to bring what's inside out
From inside where it lurks
As poets I guess we all do this
We write just for ourselves
If others like our work, that's fine
Friday 22nd February 2019 12:13 pm
Also by Don Matthews:Fun or Serious? I Can't Decide? | Holiday Build. R and R Centre for Expired Poets | Risky Poet | Silly | He's Damaging Our Website, Breaking All the Rules |
Show me a "Saint," I'll show you a sinner,
Whose moral restraint keeps, "Sinner," inner,
Show me an "Angel," I'll show you the Fallen,
Whose " Inner," made, "Outer," abandon their calling.
Show me a, "King," I'll show you a, "Wretch,"
With pleading hand weakly, meekly outstretched,
Show me a "Martyr," I'll show you a "Fool,"
That was schooled by rules as a sinners tool....
Friday 22nd February 2019 11:36 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Yin & Yang | Mirror Mirror | Stories Untold | Life And Friendships | I Cast A Shadow | Dyslexia Rules KO | Be My Guide | Chatting By The Stovetop | Strong And Silent | The Silent Word | The Slant And The Chant | Coin | Whipping Willow | Coffee Pot | In This World | Ms.Donohoe Poetry Tennis Champion. | Yesterdays Kiss | Incline Lupine | Drive | Silver Shot Pocket Watch | Distil By Will | Words | Trust Me |
Rays crackin’ jokes tonight,
Jill takes a while, the context
much more poignant than the punchline.
Humour seconded, yet still both soothe her soul.
“Pesto, the Italian Dennis the Menace”
Tastes so much better as
Than the so called toastie dressing
Jill has licked favourably from her lips.
Ray steals more time
I collect another quote,
For the l...
Friday 22nd February 2019 10:22 am
Also by Matt Townsend:Mummy remembers a love song |
I was on the verge of giving up
I want my heart beats to stop
It was the time to say goodbye
A perfect time to die
I was about to cut my wrist
Thinking this would kill me at ease
Hoping this pain would vanish
A life I was about to unleash
Can't cut my wrist so I took a drug
Overdosing myself would be a haven of snug
Seeing my Lifeless body is what I want
My beating heart has no a pl...
Friday 22nd February 2019 10:08 am
On my frequent lone walk by the old docks
I came across a building which turned out
to be a communal bathhouse.
It was incredibly cheap for a few pence
I got a towel and soap and had my first shower
I was at the time, elven years old.
And when I was short of change asked my mother
for not ice cream, but for a shower.
My brother said only poofters went there, ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 10:05 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:bully beef | pre-dawn | Australia | the bird of omen | not what you see | anit this and that | once when | the aged | the way it used to be | a horse | forget me not | I knew of a writer | a new society | conspiracy thinking | a calamitous night | cats | the failed writer | sunlit Cascais | Brexit 2 | dementia | the Norwegian club | epigram 5 |
Your love of my raspberries has resulted
in this late evening walk in headtorch,
to hedges of hazel and blackthorn,
far enough from home to foil ideas of return.
Aware of owls ripping through moonlight,
I kneel in damp fescue and sedge,
clutching this tilt trap of quantum uncertainty;
mouse or no mouse? that is the question.
The trap gate opens. You see ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 9:59 am
Also by Jonathan Humble:Then It Rains | Invitation To Move On | And Yet | Jigsaw |
for Annie - now a school girl
Fairy lights, like stardust,
sparkle and spiral,
lips pout concentration
as fingers explore.
wide with amazement,
gaze as bright silver
fuses to gold.
tied back with ribbons,
is halo'd with tinsel
and crafted with love..
frame her pale face
as she dreams childhood drea...
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:14 am
Also by Dorothy Webb:IMPREGNABLE | BLANKET SECURITY | WHO DARES TO DREAM | S'MOTHER LOVE | FOR PAUL | RULE BRITANNIA ? | FROZEN | SPIN - DRIFT | IN SORROW | A LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD | FAITH (WITHOUT HOPE OR CHARITY) | THIS SILVER PEARL | BY WAY OF EXPLANATION | FOR DARREN |
It's been awhile since
I could lay back and forget the world
Without my mind pointing a gun to my head
I know it's a sick thought
If cutting still worked I'd still do it
Don't mind me I'm just a lonely ghost
Suffering in my own little corner
I hate being like this
There's no exit door just four walls
Friday 22nd February 2019 7:06 am
Also by Damon Blackery:I'm Alright (lyrics) | Melancholy Walking | Uneasy Thoughts | A Terrible Fate | Thoughts That Go Like Bullets Through You | The Ghost of Me | The T-Virus | Let's Pretend I'm Fine Like You Do | The Grin of A Killer 2 Little John Doe | The Grin of A Killer | A Broken Callous Heart | Happiest I've Ever Been | Maybe | Rubbish Poem |
Maybe one day you'll understand
Maybe one day you'll lend a hand
You'll be there to have my back
Without being asked you'll pick up the slack
Maybe one day you'll see what i see
You'll be the person who was always there for me
You won't make excuses and say i can't feel the way that you make me oh it is real
You don't take the time to go out of the way
To make me smile to m...
Friday 22nd February 2019 5:36 am
Fastly, swiftly, we run our race
The fire burns as we keep up the pace
Fly across the sky at night
An eagle flying in the red twilight
Then slow ---
Slow we flow
Slow like water
Slow like snow
How'd you know what your life's about
Up and down and in and out
Never stop and never go
The river's rest is slow to come
The eagle's nest is hidden from
The eagle's si...
Friday 22nd February 2019 5:25 am
Also by Duncan Adelaide:Balance Number 1 | Introduction to Love | PAGAN THE NIGHT - Vision the First |
is nothing is
free is the season
the beat of the tree
tell me a story
I cannot dream
I see a light bright
I cannot stay
outside the night.
Friday 22nd February 2019 4:15 am
Weigh the opinion
Thursday,22nd February 2019
Let there be a quality based preference
and always be given the reference
for its outstanding presentation
for humanity angle and relation
the literature is the fine medium
where prevails not only the wisdom
but cares for human values
and that is to be viewed by others
it comes from a healthy mind
Friday 22nd February 2019 3:32 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Love-domant force | Love to all andn | An eternal truth | The simple presentation | Regard for | Positive stance | Human heaven | What a joy! | Sleepless leace | The soul in the heart | Nation pays homage | Nation in rage | Born fighter | Heaven on earth | Not from weakness | Is poetry deceptive? | Voice of freedom | The life we lead | Despite being good | On her birthday | In the team | Reposition | Head of the family | Paradise here | Holier than | Join me there | Untimely critical phase | No pain to soul | Twists and turns | Speaks volumes | Role of human beings | Real joy | Natural objects | Smile with | Nature has turned deadly | With affection and care | Asylum seeker |
They put me in a shape that didn't fit
I'm not out of shape; just out of it
Hit me once just to try it
It was a hit so they milked it
We go from indifference
To bursting at the seams
A glitch of biology
Start the discussion
About the shape of the room
The emotional repercussions
Of all those angles
Cornering me a...
Friday 22nd February 2019 12:22 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:The People Adventure | Others | On Bandcamp | Consultants | Homespun | This | Executive time | New spoken word | Teacher Dreams | Tensile Strength | At lunch |
I hear my world better
when there are no words
closed library eyes see
eddying images churn
before being controlled
writing a new narrative
it’s kind of safer than
letting reality intrude
altered to glimmer
requiring the world to
turn on my direction
Friday 22nd February 2019 12:05 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Raincheck | Wardrobe Mistress - '85 | Cockatoo Chorus (Poetry for Schools) | Play me... | Yellow Daze |
Be more by doing less.
Accomplish more by taking a rest.
Taste more by eating slow.
What seems unlikely
may bring the greatest reward,
as when we treat our adversary
Big weeds grow from a tiny seed.
Infection comes from a small scratch.
Small acts deter disaster.
Humble beginnings can grow into greatness.
The wise one perceives potential...
Thursday 21st February 2019 11:50 pm
Also by Fernwood Press:Player Piano | Poem from One of Our New Collections |
I’ll never forget the day that I met Dawn from Didcot.
Her eyes like pools of fire, all watery and bloodshot.
I found her reminiscent of all of the four seasons.
For a very wide and varied number of notable reasons.
She was Reminiscent of Spring time, of April showers and dew.
Because every time she Shpoke, she shpat all over you.
She reminded me of Winter, of icic...
Thursday 21st February 2019 11:50 pm
Also by John McDonough:Autocorrect and predictive text ruined my chance of romance and sex | In love with a boy | Ten Thousand Pricks at her Fingertips | Monica Lewinsky | Mediocre Town | Box of Dark Things | Exit Stage Left | Truly Beloved Customer Care | The day you died all I felt was disappointment | Impulse | The Noise of War |
Just when it looks like
I'm making progress,
an hour and start to sp lit
(just like that)
and the other half
turns pretty ugly
Then it's me vs. me
Thursday 21st February 2019 11:36 pm
Also by Paris Tate:Sort of a Well Adjusted Adult, part II | Baking Soda | This Closure | The Stigma | Black Candles | When the DJ Played “Lovefool” on the First Night of Carnival Season in a New Orleans Nightclub, 2018 | The Storyteller | Scared | Before I'm Thirty | The Vanilla Girl | This It, Take It All | Ice Skating In New Orleans | Introvert's Day Off | Snapshots |
Is the shadow you cast from the sun
sent flooding from the moon?
A man can lose his mind in under a minute
from a lifetime
of non-locality and shadows
become his heroes.
He saw the space inside people,
The vast airs within atoms,
The insubstantial chasm
Like flying deserts in tiny skies
And he thought himself into oblivion.
We are the monster...
Thursday 21st February 2019 10:07 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Man Bites Dog | For The Girl Who Likes Listening To Hearts | T-Rex In Tank With Painted Bones | Sentience | The Sea As Sigil | An Accidental and Almost-Fatal Invocation | Cage Of Echoes | The Migration Of Shadows | Airstrike From The Eleventh Density | Tectonic | Spine Fire (Instructions For Survivors Of Kundalini) | The Ghosts We Haunt | The Dark At The End Of The Tunnel | This Corpse Eats The Stars With Bloody Feet | A Nightmare Room Made Of Broken Glass And Spider's Legs | Someone At The Door |
Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten,
This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay
The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite,
And no quenching returns
All that was rubbed away, like stains that do not dry
Wither, languish, and decay. Time pines away.
In this quagmire, this swamp of guilt, regret,
Spilt water, wine: I forget which itch of memory did the da...
Thursday 21st February 2019 10:05 pm
Also by John E Marks:Rhapsody | A haunting | Vestiges | Bounty | AMHARIC | The false economies of love | Stippled sky | the canal predicts | PASSING STRANGE | Remains | Seer | Occasional flowers | From woman better things spring | For Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | Alternative histories | Time's fool | An unholy curiosity | Elegy for Anna | SOLVING | Oscar goes to the zoo | On the way to the dance | Wild is the Way | Stutterer | The Scylla, | Pain | There is no patriotic art, just grievance | The swinging bridge | Just deserts | Heavenly | To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux - dedicated to my good friend, Jacob | Why we need to fly (for my good friend, Jacob) | Ch-ch-changes | Pouring out the vitriol |
Mi amor, sombrío y azul, como el infinito,
Si lo hubieras conocido, lo hubieras amado tanto como yo.
Mi vida da vueltas a su alrededor,
lo cubro con mis brazos, lo aparto de ellos.
No importa nada, si no es sobre él,
mis ojos solo ven a aquel niño de azul.
Tengo miedo, de abrir los ojos y jamás escucharte, de caminar lento al lado tuyo y perderte al marcharte.
Di mi nombre y abre tus...
Thursday 21st February 2019 9:39 pm
Also by Alexa Paola:Weird Suffering |
Near Kingswear town there stands a tree
That stand alone and waits for me
To take the track back to the sea
The way down by The Mewstone
Past the beacon in the corn
Built for every seaman born
To the works of war forlorn
At bay down by The Mewstone
Above the rocks - beneath the pine
Look-outs lost in leaf and vine
Still staring out in dark design
Thursday 21st February 2019 8:55 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:MARKING TIME | KISS OFF | KEEP IT SIMPLE | DYING FOR A FAG | AN IRISH REJOICING - song | MRI | DIVERSE DETERMINATIONS | FOR THE BIRDS | AN IRISH REJOICING |
Who spared a glance
at the man of dignity
striding tall down Portobello
through Thursday and Friday
in a dapper blue suit,
shirt and tie,
black shine shoes,
walking cane and trilby?
Standing at the corner of the Grove
peas and rice
and that ganja
he never smoked back home
in Guinea Bissau.
Thursday 21st February 2019 7:08 pm
Also by Rick:Through a Glass, Pinkly, | Ma Chouette | By Train |
Butterfly's and nerves
Anxious and scared
Excited and giddy
Our first date in our city.
Head stuck in the past
From the memories of poison gas
Feelings of disbelief
And hoping it will pass.
This man seems
tender 'honest and caring
From the first phone call
He has not stopped sharing.
I seen photo's of kid's
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:41 pm
Also by Lysa d:ANGER | Single mom's | Ready ;-) | I just want my mum | We are all apart of art | Blowing hot and cold | Mistaken | Grounded | Shame | Authentic self |
( In response to an ITV Documentary attempting character assassination
"The trouble with Derek"
about former Liverpool City Council's Deputy Leader Derek Hatton and the furore of his recent re-joining of the Labour Party )
The trouble with Derek :
was that he was a socialist
that he was a militant Socialist
The trouble with Derek
was that he was working class,
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:16 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:The trouble with Derek | Cheap not cheerful Inner city development | Not for me another love | Mirror mirror | Thyme | Accidental Curator | Translations | Aphasia or inebriated spoke schism |
An Aussie Farmer's Lot.
Ah ! the sumptuosity of blessed
the thoughts of carnal knowledge
as we hurry to undress
But soft; I hear the lowing
of an agitated cow,
such trial and tribulation
weigh heavy on my brow
Pray hold the moment madam
whilst I service Daisy-Bell
then take a soapy shower
to eradicate the smell !
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:03 pm
Also by David Gabriel Caplan:The Spark ! | Talking with god | Haiku (Thailand) | Monochrome Days: (Poetry for Schools) | The Cockroach (Poetry for Schools) | Meltdown | Overlooked |
Slighted by the curse of autism
he was a delightful and cheerful lad
Tall, handsome with personal charm
nothing seemed to daunt or depress him
A manifestation of good manners
a willing helper, seldom dull or downcast
Thick lensed glasses accentuated his eyes
blue and clear, a glimpse of his inner self
Bright, observant with concealed talent
he lived in...
Thursday 21st February 2019 1:48 pm
Also by keith jeffries:La Libreria (The Bookshop) | The Purge of Victory | He Sleeps in a Box | A Large Wooden Door | The Spring Offensive | The Beast | All will be well | Aerials | National Character | The Sugar Bowl |
In the sun's mid-day heat
I see the tall field grasses flow, swell
and come towards me in waves
surging before the day's wind
the seed-head spume constantly bowing
seems to fall on the field strand where I stand.
The rhythmic onslaught of the waves
continues through the long afternoon -
a tide of wind-driven swells and rollers
always flowing to my feet, w...
Thursday 21st February 2019 12:34 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Y Lolfa | When She Left | The Shed | The Old Field Gate | Snow Fields | Dyn Hysbys |
Sunshine in a tumbler, give me a little of your glow.
Make my shadow sweat
Pierce me with those rays , deep enough to scrape the sadness off my brittle soul
And let sunflowers grow in their place
O how I wish to understand the makings of you
Why you decide to go away too long that the nights become unbearable and the moon imposes the tides on me.
Come on over here and give me tha...
Thursday 21st February 2019 12:11 pm
Cursed is the air I breathe,
It carries words fouled by lies,
For myself she will never grieve,
But knowing her, no surprise.
Color of blood and bone,
But of course lacking both,
She speaks through my lips of stone,
I wish to tell but she is loath,
And so the skeleton hand grips mine,
My creation can now create,
Why she, the most cruel design,
Thursday 21st February 2019 4:15 am
I want you to know that I don't want to do this.
I want you to know that I never wanted it to be this way.
That I loved you with all of my heart.
That I would hold on forever if you let me.
But it has become painstaking clear
That I am holding on to something that is already long gone.
I cannot keep watching, waiting, listening
For a sound I will not hear, a time that will not come;
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:37 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Dreaming | The Ultimate Blanket Fort | Dreams |
"Millionaires" we called it.
A reference to the way we felt when we emerged from the mud.
It's where we gathered to cool off, a small creek with a waterfall and mineral mud we liked to smear on our bodies.
We were soldiers, aid workers, doctors - far from home.
Our job to monitor peace and end suffering in a land where western greed built a mine and turned people against themselves.
Wednesday 20th February 2019 9:32 pm
Also by Kate G:Catch the wind | Pay attention | Silent soapbox | Labrat |
I can almost see it in my mind So clear and yet so far How do i get there How do I get to where you are How do you feel when the beauty is encompassed all around you? Is it too much too bear? Does it all really just fall away? I can hear it, the soft crashing now The breeze blowing through those golden stalks Your skin as soft as velvet do you finally feel complete? You always dreamed yo...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:42 pm
Don't leave your laughter
lying around here
it is contagious and
might infect others
we wouldn't want
people enjoying themselves
and having fun
it could spread like wildfire
rampant and unchecked
run amok and carefree
it may make the world
a better place
and we wouldn't want that
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:34 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Ghost writer | Gentle caress | Hiding amongst the molecules | Beyond this place | My Realm |
When the bough breaks
And falls to the fathomless earth
When the ground shakes
And it feels like rebirth
Do we look to the skies
With tear stained eyes
Or swallow the bread
And bury our dead.
Is life the only slot
To protect from this blinding spot
Or are we energy
To fly back to the heavens.
There’s no answer
Only faith to relive
The only a...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:28 pm
Also by Phil Kay:(untitled) | Homage to Shane | Life and death the only real question. | Bach | Ugly | Son | Panama Love | The Oxygen thief | Soul? | Light | Stories to tell early 1980 | 68 Grafton St 1977 | Fiery heart | Lost love | My Son | Free the mind | Amsterdam 1982 | Reflection refraction. | Kill Them All | pub | (untitled) | A night out in Jack Dempsy's bar New York. 1980. | So I Hit Him | They're Only Words. | Last Night. |
Sometimes I find myself in a place
where you and I were once
together and I am overcome
by the memories of what
we once were.
Wednesday 20th February 2019 7:10 pm
Also by j.k. Ren:ENERGY | Heart & Soul | Let Him Go |
God is for people who are ashamed of what they have done,
Because they agree they can wash away all their sins,
By killing God's only son,
Only myself can judge me because I'm not ruled by God,
Because I have made myself happy and free,
99 point 9 % are all sinners,
They will find themselves to be losers,
We will be the winners,
To free the people of this world who are kind but in pain,
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:25 pm
Also by Pip Thomas:Genius mind | Loony bin | Peace of mind | Back to front | Gerry my friend | Band of brothers | Black bird in a cage | liers and cheats |
REMEMBERING THE HOLOCAUST
Honouring Holocaust victims
on the evening of last Monday week
reliving unspeakable horrors
through articulate rhyme and speech
we were made aware and reminded
listening silent in mournful array
those despicable thoughts
fired by hate long ago
lurk latent in hearts still today.
Awakened from restive slumber
"New Order" perverted beliefs
will repeat ol...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:22 pm
Also by ken eaton-dykes:(untitled) |
of a whispered rack, lashed
against obsidian history
these ropes weren't made to slip over my wrists
but that's what god invented nails for.
breaking , split gut and glowsticks
cured ham and other salted relics :
tiger traps to tiptoe over
the weight of legends heavier
than bruised absconding feet
Wednesday 20th February 2019 2:56 pm
When upon the surface of the earth
pebbles meet a pounding sea,
sit facing me and, eyes blindfold,
pick one and drop it in the space between
your pretty feet, my creaking knees.
We’ve played before, a simple game:
agree the duration of the hunt,
measured as the time it takes for, say,
three cycles of the breakers’ rush
from crashing crest to sucked-ba...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 1:02 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:Seaside Thoughts | UNDERFOOT |
Martin's missing sweatshirt
is no longer lost
so he won't be incurring
the replacement cost
But if he did
there'd be change from a quid
Wednesday 20th February 2019 11:54 am
Also by Brian Maryon:The Magnificent Seven (?) | Martin's Knee | The Man Upstairs | Everything You Need to Know About Gloucester | Ronnie's Pants (and so is his bowling) |
He walks in time on withered legs
The weight of life and death upon his back
And around his neck a pendulum hangs
Swaying to his beat
He sows, he scythes gives love and grief
The steady pace of time
And lives he reaps to history’s keep;
Succumb to the march of time
Wednesday 20th February 2019 6:48 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:child like | The red wood | Ochre | Do not wander into this fearful night |
Super Snow Moon tell us
the secrets you keep
when you orbit earth
as we sleep.
Tell us it is
an optical illusion
adding to our mass confusion.
Tell us of war and peace,
famine and feast.
Tell us please...
How are we so different
when it's the same moon we see?
Oh Supermoon, how we hunger for
your guiding light from above
to fill us with w...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:39 am
Also by Vautaw:Clouds | Becoming | Stupid Cupid | Echoes of Life | To My Valentine | Ghosting | Sad Eyes | Soul Mates & Muses | Oasis | Soul Flames & Star Dust | Cha-Chi Legacy | Dancing with Addiction | Kings and Scribes |
Be who you are, not what other's expect you to be.
Don't let yourself be influenced. Your only influence should be your life experience.
Don't be sad about what you did. Be proud of where it led you.
If you feel you belong somewhere, Don't let people judge you. Just go for it.
You are who you are, only you can create you.
So go for it. Who are you?
If no one could tell you your...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 1:04 am
Also by Émilie Gaudreault:To afford a non-stressful life |
There's a cleft in a rock where blood flows out
from a gorge in Turkestan,
accessible only by arduous routes,
those who see it are mightily uplifted.
A blind man apparently started to see
when the sun came round at a quarter to three
on a highly significant alignment day.
A man sells ice cream from a four by four
a queue discreetly off to one side,
Tuesday 19th February 2019 10:30 pm
Also by ray pool:TEMPLE IN THE SKY | I'M IN LOVE WITH MATT BAKER | VALENTINE | POSITIVE | THROUGH THE GATES | WAITING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | 75th BIRTHDAY | FOG BANK | MR. SHOPLAND (INSURANCE MAN) | TRANSFORMATION | ON THE TREADMILL |
Heavy eyes catch the light I’m done with fights
help me synthesize
Something you can’t see between the lines
Hiding behind my own demise
Constant fear builds inside
Strike my pride
This isnt the love I’ve been waiting for all my life
Tuesday 19th February 2019 7:19 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Attention |
The dull silent ache goes on forever.
Years go by in a rusty daze..
The mind is feeble but heart goes braver.
The dull silent ache goes on forever.
No regrets to spend it differently ever..
Days are just another passing haze
The dull silent ache goes on forever.
The spark and zeal keeps throbbing still however...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 4:46 pm
Also by mona s:Beginnings and endings |
How miserably i miss you
The little chit chats i had with you
Your smile and your anger both are cute
Your care and concern makes my lips happily mute
Where have you disappeared
My soul went searching for you
Just before it. could find you
It was time for me to wake from dreams of you
I keep thinking about the times we spent together
Although not much story we ...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:54 pm
Also by Do:For you!! | Oh Soul dear!!! | Who are the real culprits? | Superior Race? | All for love!! | Speed!!!! | Drug addiction!! | It's a new day!! | by the fire!! | Who is he? | Whispering wisdom!!! | If a hug could fly!! | little corner in your heart!! (love song) | A blanket of HOPE | Haiku (feel of seasons) | If words could find some space!!! |
Bone china floral pattern cups with curlicue handles on deep saucers, with matching side-plates on white lacy doilies, laid out on a blindingly immaculate linen tablecloth. In the middle, a long-spouted teapot wearing a knobbly, knitted woollen coat sits on a gleaming chrome-plated stand. But all the attention is drawn to the three-tier, silver-framed cake-stand, with its abundance of fondant fanc...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:49 pm
I’ve always supported freedom and equality
I wanted minorities to have equal opportunity.
I believed in promoting a liberal social order,
Showing non-aggression and peace at the border.
I wanted to teach the world to live in perfect harmony,
So that our new Utopia would all be down to me,
But my kids are proper communists,
They want to overthrow the state.
They will give ev...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 2:06 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Language and Viruses |
When you try your hardest you really do
But your switches get the better of you
It's not my fault I try and say but it still doesn't stop me pushing people away
My actions speak louder than words but my actions aren't created by myself
There all chemical imbalances that cause my mental health
I say I'm sorry each time I mess up but there's only so many times people will he...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 10:37 am
Also by Laura Heydon:Empathetic Daydreamer | Chronic pain | Lost at sea a battle against dementia and me |
Early evening news
And I’m shouting at the TV
Labour 7 - when’s the fight?
Honda - final worker, switch off the light
ISIS lady - seems contrite?
John McDonnell - gritted teeth. So polite.
Len McLuskey (from Unite) - Really Len! Unite?
BMI - with its final flight
Jezz and Tessa - out of sight!
And the wife says
“What’s wrong with you?
All you’ve d...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 8:55 am
Also by Stephen Mellor:Rhyme? |
"Losing you in hues..."
I feel as if our time together was like a sunrise to sunset.
It began with you brightening the darknes in my life.
Much like a sunrise, you brought with you the promise of a new start.
You shined like the sun, bringing me joy and happiness.
I basked in the warm hues of happiness, content and love...
I forgot about the darkeness.
Sadly, I forgo...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 5:09 am
Also by Jay Garcia:It was only ever fiction... | Hello, my name is _____ | Where does the light go? |
“What makes you love him?” They ask me
It’s the way he can make me smile when the only thing I want to do is lay down and cry until there is no life left in me.
Somehow he knows all the rights words to say to calm my troubled brain and save me from my own crooked thoughts.
His comfort is like a memory, it never leaves me.
He treats me like no one else ever has, always telling me I’m ...
Monday 18th February 2019 10:41 pm
Also by Itsjustmedownhere:Shannon | Ode to Depression |
His decline perceived in mine
Cold stares stemming from hurt vanity
That in mine is mirrored his decline
No glint of love or a complicity,
Only annoyance and displeasure
At his decline perceived in mine.
Together for two long lifetimes,
The reason for this change of heart?
That in mine is mirrored his decline.
If this resentment were a joint regret,
Monday 18th February 2019 4:58 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Much mourned death of an umbrella pine |
WHEN IN SOME DISTANT TIME [For Imogen]
When, in some distant time; no, I don’t mean
Those halcyon days of summer, when you are busy
In a world adults cannot enter.
Or splashing on shorelines, held tightly by the eternal bond
Of mother and father; or else falling in long grass
Grown taller than your head, while running so fast,
You were a blur to others....
Monday 18th February 2019 4:31 pm
Also by trevor homer:TREVOR HOMER | THE BEAUTIFUL GAME | GIRL FROM THE BLCK COUNTRY |
H O P E
Morning light came up on the shadows of souls
Down lonely dark roads littered with toads
That rained down from the sky, like a biblical plague
To drown out the sorrows’ and errors they’d made
And the rivers like blood, ran deep and dark
As the righteousness stood by, and the mad dogs barked
A fowl stench filled the air… it was one of pure dread
Of countless men...
Monday 18th February 2019 4:21 pm
Also by poemagraphic:The UNDERWOOD Page 8 | Why Bother? | Why? | The Music Box | Hypo | The Digital Dunce | Po’s prose prologue The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2 | Running up Moonbeams | The Sword of ‘Damocles’ | The UNDERWOOD Page 6 | Millstone of malaise | Beyond the neon sign |
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:Save to live | CONFIDENCE | Isabella | Beauty Song | REGRET | My Fault | Love Seed | Against Wind | Simply Says | MAKE SUCCESS | LET's PRAY | HEART's KEY | The Theater | Practical Woman | No Answer |
Down the assembly line we go;
the finishing touch - fitting the soul -
is done - we're manufactured - so -
off the conveyer belt we roll -
- one by one.
We make for the beach and cluster there;
an army of turtles, the lakes our lair.
We are green like the night,
and in the distance – the city light;
(stay away from the light).
Let's take a swim in ...
Monday 18th February 2019 12:54 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:Two Flowers | Idle Hours |
I wish I could hide away from the rest of the world in your arms
bury my face in your chest only coming back up to kiss your kneck
Sometimes I miss the way you wouldn't call be by my name, but
instead called me beautiful
You swore to me late at night that I was your soulmate
but being soulmates wouldn't be enough to save you from your one true love
the drugs and the booze
Monday 18th February 2019 8:33 am
Also by erbc:The Giving | Life After Love |
When we're younger we all wish we're older. Then when we're older we wish we're younger. Time continuously moves forward. It's the only animate object that defy's the laws of physics and gravity. It stays in motion, it doesn't slowdown, speed up, nor does it stop. You can't press rewind. Once today becomes dusk and the moon is taking it's last wee hours of snooze. The Sun says its last goodbyes an...
Monday 18th February 2019 12:50 am
Also by Skyler Wolcott:That Day Will Come |
Now closer than in recent years
separation is measured by sunlight and moon,
by sleeping and waking,
by cell phone roaming charges.
You live on the edge of Empires
divided by perfumed Seas, Minarets and Steeples.
I exist like a refugee in my crumbling Kingdom,
yet still it fortifies my heart.
Once when we were worlds apart
when love still served a purpose,
Sunday 17th February 2019 8:43 pm
Also by Wolfgar:The Voyage of Sleep | Reportage | Survival? | Nomads | Bolton Abbey |
Across many riotous miles
through blissful years
each minute, every second
we may never know again
for each lightening fast moment
I will touch your heart
with the curve of a careful
letter. You will hold my
hand as we roll over the
desolate period. Then you
lift me higher so I leap
the unsteady question
mark of life
Sunday 17th February 2019 8:20 pm
Also by Npaub Lis:The Grandeur of Her Reign |
When I know I'm doing wrong, but it just feels so right
When all I want to do all day is simply hold you tight
Your heart has been so broken, and this I know is true
Just want to stay close with you and you know I'll help you through
There's light at the end of the tunnel, we both can see it there
I'll support you through this time, whether with me or elsewhere
We can get y...
Sunday 17th February 2019 4:00 pm
Broadleaved woodland spreads alongside
open meadow, wetland and arable farmland
Cereal and vegetable, thriving in abundance,
in this gem to the eye of the beholder.
They are sheltered by their taller friends:
Oak and poplar
Cherry and birch
Rowan, Willow, Larch and Pine
I wish these were all friends of mine
Sycamore and Maple
Standing tall li...
Saturday 16th February 2019 10:26 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Decisions | VERTIGO | Sat Navigation | I’m a footie fan! |
Poem 116 of 230: MOSES GATE - SUMMER 2000
Lies land with lodges -
Grassed and paved around,
With decking built on.
As well as these lakes
Of human-made kind,
Croal, Irwell, canal
Meet there like three snakes.
There’s ‘paths for horses,
A birdwatching hut,
An info. centre,
Plus walkers’ courses.
And, surrounding these,
The woods have grown thick,
So, viewed from afa...
Saturday 16th February 2019 9:39 pm
Every soul have thier capsule
it may be hard as you or soft as me
yes you have caught it right !
how can we prescribe with an 1.5 kg?
to describe the similars of life
non with miracle wand or pure with seed...
it looks like the same flashes of stars
when you get to see edges of sphere ..
walk around the circle to reach the helical core.
Saturday 16th February 2019 6:35 pm
Poetry about Real People - The power of poetry in hospice care
There is a tension between the advance of medical science, that pursues its ability to fix and treat, and an acceptance of the natural order of death and how that may be experienced. Atul Gawande, a surgeon and health researcher, has reignited this debate with his book 'Being Mortal' (and also presented the 2014 Reith Lectures on B...
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:09 pm
High above your head a pastel dove hangs-
but why would you look away from your daily concerns?
Drive through weathers to reach your destination.
The bird is gliding there. Stand stock still
for that momentous decision. The bird hovers there.
From the distance imposed on me
I follow the bird with a watchful eye
and therefore yourself through all your battles.
You live your sorrows an...
Saturday 16th February 2019 1:11 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Poem, mk 1 | News From Dartford |
The smouldering of my heart
listlessly spat out colourless mote.
The fire was no longer blazing,
and my vision was greyed and glazed in
weighted sheets of smoke.
There had been an onslaught
of waning passion;
a slow slaughter of song;
a paroxysm of portents
pulling me into their whorling.
A dark night in itself,
with all of its quietude...
Saturday 16th February 2019 10:54 am
Open me, please
Let me unravel my content
Layer by layer, please strip
Prepare yourself, be careful
There are lots of sharp
objects in here
Ready to strike, out of fear
Open me slow
Disarm all the pins and needles
Put away the scissors
Gently handle the knives
Give it time, don’t rush
Saturday 16th February 2019 8:09 am
Also by Anya:Green | The String |
Me voy hiendo
A otro lado
Palabras no me quedan
¿A dónde me llevan?
Friday 15th February 2019 8:20 pm
Also by Orvus Nine:Mestizaje |
Lie to me
I don't believe you
Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong
but believe me, I know the truth
I can feel the emptiness behind your tongue
speaking of fictional reality
Try to fool me
Eventually it will bleed
I can feel my heart sink into my back
oh you should have known
even the whitest lie is spoken by evil
Friday 15th February 2019 5:39 pm
Also by BIG FISH:Let Go |
“Ooh, have you seen what Gail's put on Facebook?”
“About Jade's Spanish lodger? Right made me giggle.”
“Bet you can guess what's underlined in her phrase book!”
“When I told our Kylie she fainted in Lidl.”
“She said, ‘well that explains the bar through her nipple! ‘“
“She definitely has. I've seen it full frontal.”
“So I guess the kids have another new uncle?”
“What has she be...
Friday 15th February 2019 1:28 pm
Also by Darren Winter:There were only seven chicken meatballs in my pack of eight | A dodoitsu on Tinder | Sandwich fillings: an elegy |
And here I am
In the darkness
All alone with my thoughts
Thinking about you.
Two different worlds
You and I.
And literally speaking,
Two different continents!
Yet so close, binded by
And hooligans want to be you!
I would've never thought to say this..
But thanks to them
I know who you are.
Something in your eyes,...
Friday 15th February 2019 8:05 am
You can never get me back
Which I had lost
The respect I had
In the eyes of my
You can’t fill that gap again
Not again, Not again
I am not going to look back again
Please keep distance from me
I already moved on, moved on
Keep your eyes away from me
I think now it’s easy for you to believe
Not again, Not again
Please don’t come again
Friday 15th February 2019 5:24 am
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:You are my Valentine |
Why is it that i often find myself asking those around me
how they feel about something after they vent to me?
i want in depth details, its addicting...
could it be because i am so empty on the inside
that i have a need to know exactly what others are feeling?
...someone pinch me
Friday 15th February 2019 2:18 am
I crave your very presence.
To the point where I am starving inside.
Your touch is the greatest of Christmas presents.
In you, my heart has chosen to confide.
Your smile radiates far more than a thousand suns.
To the point where shades don’t block the glow.
Your heart is strong enough to carry a thousand tons.
Because of you, I would live in fire o...
Thursday 14th February 2019 7:52 pm
Also by Ty:THE SUN | EYE CONTACT | ESCAPE | CHECK THIS OUT |
Anyone asking if i am single today
will be told i am the album.
a long player by trade
there is room for extended play also
although anyone who puts you down as the 7" or 12" extended mix
is only after one thing.
Thursday 14th February 2019 5:07 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:No more heartfelt apologies. | confessions of a vinyl addict |
i.m Caroline Jones
Today’s special: Toulouse sausages
and mash, or pumpkin ravioli.
Quizzical rhinoceros head peers
from wall papered with celebrities.
WC Fields behind the bar. Poster
of Chet Baker, should be Bobby Moore.
A stopped clock. Coals glow
in the grate, warm, darkening gloom
of a wintry weekday afternoon.
It’s time for rum. There’s no one
Thursday 14th February 2019 2:44 pm
How have I become who I am?
Who has made me what I do not know?
My life has been mystified
Puzzling me till I die
I have become what I loathe
Anger a conflagration that eats me up
Turning me hostile to my consciousness
Anger has made a fragment of my reflection
Fear a second piece of my miserable self
Turning me to a buffonn
Phobia has been a fragment of my avarice
Happiness a motivatin...
Thursday 14th February 2019 2:25 pm
Also by Joshua Balogun:DEXTEROUS ANGUISH |
What good is voting if they don’t believe your vote . What use is voting if they don’t honour your votes . Why should we believe in them when they don’t believe in you . How can we forgive when forgiveness is very really true . How can we trust when trust has to work both ways . And how can Goverments govern . When Governments don’t listen to the people Who Put Them There .
Thursday 14th February 2019 2:02 pm
Also by Wendy Higson:Surplus’s Fat | Faith In Others | What a load of waffle | Don’t let them Fob you off |
I love you, American girl, even though
you can’t spell aluminium,
or colour, foetus, sanitise,
you don’t know what a biscuit is,
or how to use a roundabout.
American girl, I know it’s hard,
to change your ways, to let go of the past.
I love you, American girl, even though
your portions are all super-sized,
you’re sugar spooned...
Thursday 14th February 2019 1:24 pm
That first valentine’s day you were still vegetation
And upon advice I booked us in a vegan restaurant
In the middle of the Northern Quarter
Only for you to be more interested in the shake and fries
Than the actual burger itself made in a love heart.
The second year you had gone back to Chicken burgers
So, I booked us into Chroma in the middle of Prestwich
Only to get told upon arriving...
Thursday 14th February 2019 12:58 pm
When I go to sleep
Thinking of my debit slip
For you I keep a side of my bed
Even when things between us show red
Papa say he one sell he car
When I sleep at night
My unforgettable drive still light
I still wet my pillow
Do you only follow rich row?
Mama don sell some of her wrapper
Use my pen to tickle your part
Moaning silently like bat
Thursday 14th February 2019 11:24 am
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:FISHERS OF MEN |
My love is like a crème brûlée
Worshiping her on my knees I pray
She puts her spell on me and gently down I lay
On an inviting bed of warm comforting custard
Swimming together in an ocean of blissful tranquility
The scent of her vanilla perfume intoxicates me
She quenches my thirst and feeds my carnal hunger
We skate and glide giddy with burning desire
Across a cool crisp c...
Thursday 14th February 2019 9:11 am
Love is a fire,
Willing to care,
Wishes to share,
Needs a touch,
Kiss you so much.
Love can open any gates,
It can conquer any states.
Love is always young,
Beautiful songs are still unsung.
Love is our choice,
It has its own voice.
Sometimes love hurts,
Sometimes joy reverts
Loves are the best things,
It happiness brings.
It’s impossible to forget,
True love you’...
Thursday 14th February 2019 8:40 am
You’ve left me no other choice.
I have searched for you for years, clawing my way through faith after faith.
But it seems like you pushed the button on The Big Bang and then wandered off, our universe not shiny enough to keep your attention.
But you left fingerprints: the hummingbird and the Andromeda Galaxy.
You left no message to follow, but billions have claimed to have followed the...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 10:47 pm
Do I sense you quivering?
Do you know your end is nigh?
Is there peace in your last seconds?
Will you greet them with a sigh?
Do you sense my blade above you?
Are you prepared to feel each cut?
Were you hoping for some mercy?
Do you know that door is shut?
Do you get that I am smiling
as I decide which way to slice?
That your golden days are over
and now you have to pay the price?
You should lie there and acc...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 10:03 pm
I’m stuck trying to revise old moments with you
when I realise that they are no longer there
Not like in a “I’ve locked them up and thrown away the key” type of way
This isn’t the doing of my subconscious either
These memories have been stolen from me
All I wish is to relive seconds of your hands on my bare skin
The cashmere softness of blankets beneath us...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 7:50 pm
No matter where, no matter how long.
It takes just a few bars of that worn song
To choke that lump you thought you’d swallowed,
To wade again through that already wallowed.
A laugh at such a foolish feeling,
Minutes to add to those they’ve been stealing.
A week ago, to my dismay,
It sounded different. What’s different today?
Something in the air perhaps, or even i...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 2:58 pm