Poetry Blogs (2020)
The last withered cherry bud
promised to return and bloom.
I adore the tree.
And coax her.
I believe it will come and
bloom to a smiling cherry blossom
Tuesday 26th May 2020 5:57 pm
Today I thought about killing myself
I found myself not good enough
I don't think anyone would miss me
Don't get me wrong
I hate that funniest guy in the room is the saddest
Everyone I've ever met I've made them chuckle
I can't think of anything positive
My whole body is going numb
I've become the thing I hate
Fully died inside
There isn't a anything there anymore
All I think about...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 4:42 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:happiness | Sweetie | Melancholy Relapse | Lunar Eclipse | Space Cowboy (Listen!) | The Lonely Goddesses Lover | If you feel alone, look at the moon. | The Honeymoon Phase Is Just A Sentence To Death | Vengeance is The Best Motivator | Love Won't Save You | Routines | Doomed | Under and Out | The Quarantine Doesn’t Make It Better | Mother Day | Autumn Winds Twisting Secrets | You're Gonna Carry That Weight | Firefly Would I? | 831 (8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning) | Fifteen | Blue Cafe | The Longing For Answers | The Death | No He's Dead |
(On the altar of poetic licence I have sacrificed the grammatically correct "Cummings's" for the grammatically incorrect "Cummings')
It’s Cummings’ Home
It’s Cummings’ Home
That farm was Old Man Cummings’ Home
Talk about graft in politics
The worst example it’s
As now we see him brazenly stare out
Cos Cummings don’t care...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 4:14 pm
Also by John Coopey:TALKIN' SAMMY'S HORRID DREAM MASSACREE BLUES | THOUGHTS ON BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | DON'T DO FACEBOOK ANYMORE | LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION | BEAT THE DRUM | BUDGICIDE | THE MAN WHO MADE MODERN BRITAIN | I'M REALLY ENJOYING THIS LOCK-DOWN | LOCK-DOWN | SIX WOOD WIZARD | FUCK THE NHS! |
We wake to the rumbling thunder of blood,
Pumping hearts, twisted hearts, this shadow and I
Squeeze into the silences of trees.
Now the dark lights of Christmastide afflict us,
Twilight memories drift, flux, flicker
In this breeze of time.
Penumbra-beginning, hologram-end, my friend,
Such pungent affirmations,
Whispered in the dark,
Slip so easily
Into generations of suffering:
Tuesday 26th May 2020 3:59 pm
Also by John E Marks:Dogs who love the rain | Avoiding the Apocalypse | ANGHARAD’S DREAM | A Sweet May-day | Pebbles from my skull | Vignette | METEMPSYCHOSIS | DUBLIN, 1988 | Only love can break your heart | Anti-viral | TO THE CRAGS, WHERE EAGLES SOAR | Troubadour | WORKING GIRL | Run for your life | The decline of the west | The swan's last waltz | A quiet disbelief in nothing | Infant mortality | DOGS | The Pharmacology of Shadow | Charlie (2007 - 2020) | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | VICTIM | C. P. Cavafy: The last Byzantine Nobleman | NEVER FORGIVE - NEVER FORGET | AH! BRIGHT ANGEL | THE EGOTISTICAL SUBLIME | Northern Fells |
The day the false storm came
My brother Chekaren and I
Were asleep beside a campfire
The smell of burning wood drifted
Across our sleeping forms
When suddenly a thunderclap
Awoke us from deep sleep
And we saw the second sun
Blazing white heat tore our shirts
And made our skin hot to the touch
And all around we heard the sound
Of the secon...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 2:26 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Label On The Bottle | Elegy For Days Lost | Fog | Those Low Down Bottle Blues | Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic | This Machine Kills Fascists | fly | Zoomnation | Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot | Cuttings | Heart Of Stone | For Whom The Hammer Tolls | Unclean | Wastelands | Casting Runes | A Second Changes Everything | Tank Man | Magyk | A Life | Some Words | Third Beach | Freedom At Last | Black Metal Band Looking For A Name | Experts | Mother's Ruin |
The lines below are a result of an incident just witnessed in the street outside my flat.
I've just been leaning out of my bathroom window
Taking a breath of much needed air
When a young woman with a dog paused below
Looking on as her mutt did its business there.
I watched, somehow knowing she wasn't prepared
To clean up when the doggy deed was complete
And sure eno...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 1:29 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:CAUSE AND EFFECT | GOODBYE PICCADILLY, FAREWELL LEICESTER SQUARE? | NEGLECT | DOWN BY THE MEWSTONE | FAT CHANCE (or "Only in America") | BADLY, MADLY, SADLY | OOPS! (or "Double the fun"!) | GOOD ADVICE | WHY WOMEN DON'T READ IN THE BATHROOM | V.E. DAY 1945-2020 | LEATHER ON WILLOW | OTHERS |
We are a non-profit
at least on paper
silently we take cash
in small bills
we also ask
the government for help
and they are dumb enough
to give it
we have buildings to maintain
and lots of staff
we have an advertising budget
and a stable of lawyers
we also have huge conventions
at high-priced resort hotels and
our boss makes more that the President...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 1:04 pm
Also by d.knape:Daddy Long-legs | The 6 Foot Rule | Prisoners | Wild Rice | Hand Wringing | Morning Rush | OWED TO SPAM | Old Man | Cliff's Notes | Non-Essential | Thank You For Your Order | Doing A Favor | Double Rainbow | Southern Fried | Keep Your Distance | In No Uncertain Terms | Expectations | Fear Of Wife | Doctor's Appointment | No Comment | STAY SAFE | Buttercups & Such | Morning Dew | POET PROTECTIONS |
Lord mold me into
the loving person
you created me to be.
Help me praise,
instead of complain.
instead of frown.
instead of down.
Reach out to the lost,
so they can be found.
Tuesday 26th May 2020 12:15 pm
Also by Vautaw:Gen Zzz | First Grade Pandemic | Forgetfulness |
as if there is no fate.
Choose long straight hair
like a long straight road
from here to there.
Choose the easy life
however hard it may be.
At the last minute as at the first
as if the duelling pistols are identical.
As a baby turtle rushes
into the sea or into a wall.
Tuesday 26th May 2020 11:56 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Urchins And Has-Beens | Awaiting A Title | The Bard's Walking Blues | IN | Rainbows On Windows | The Deontologists |
I can feel my body strengthening
Mind and heart reviving
All the laxity disappeared
There is a new vibrancy enveloping
As if the traits of laziness where whispered
Boggling thoughts were charms stings
Now all is quite, peace and contentment resides
A home where I live after weeks seems to come alive
Disappointed, dejected, forlorn feelings are wiped out
A wholesome me...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 11:23 am
Also by Moon.girl:Moongirl.unclouded | Crazy thoughts vibrating | Moongirl.moon.light | Just feelings!! | Moongirl.waiting | Inside the little head | Divinely love | Dream visitor | Moongirl.commitments | As you like | Forgiveness | Death came knocking | Pandora box | Hold me | Darkest tree | Moongirl.cheerful | Love showers | Moongirl.power | Live your life | It's all in your head | You're safe even in pandemic | (untitled) | GPS activated | Whispering love | Jumblebox ideas | How can people be so fake | What can love do | Moon.girl.awaiting | Moon.girl- love n love | What next? | Farewell bells ringing | Once again | Middle of the night poetry | Hey happiness!! | Moon and girl | Moongirl.fadingaway | I'm still here | Thank you | Will survive IA | I'll wait! | Gratitude | Perfect date | Rejuvenating | There's a song playing in my mind☆☆☆ | The door!! Knock knock | Together forever!! IA | What it means to me? | Right or easy | Poets mind | Breathe!! | Smiling soul!! | Two and two is five | Help me! | Lockdownprayer | Moongirl.dreamweaver | Assessments | The swing | Moongirl.disappointed | Lockdown diaries | Love you moon | I wish to write | Lost dreams | Moongirl.onaseriousnote |
In Sherwood Forest did Friar Tuck
Love a pork pie while
Chaucer's glib wanton spurned
Slum and gutter dwellers, and now tonsured
Brother Dominic, a noble pillar to his Order has been on
Pilgrimage to preach at Durham where the Hounds of the Lord the
Black Friars dwell at St Cuthbert's, and like his
St Dominic, the Inquisitor-General, whose
Mother dreamed ...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 11:14 am
Also by simon lucan:Auntie's Clock | Key Worker | Badged | Venice Treacle | The Servant | Low Sugar | Grey Areas | Legal Tender | Mrs Todd | By The North Star | A Bruise On The Cheek | The Asylum Seeker | The Teacher | Safe | Escape | The Specialist | Underground | The Visitor | Hoard | Snake Hair | Snuff | Fear | Valves | Concrete and Bunting | Slapped | Peace Talks With The Virus | Bird Strike | Taking Stock | Ventilator Dreams | Pram Girl | Digging | Social Work | Memorials | Tutors | Two Sacred Stones | Longships | Mr Crotty | Tyred | Evening Class | Tattoo 1942 | Residues | Fourteen Cats |
In a pot on the window sill
I have some small, pink blossoms
Tucked into their green foliage.
The scouring bees
Riding high on air currents
And feisty, little wings
Spot them clearly,
And smack into the glass
With a thump.
I feel bad every time it happens
But I don't move the pot.
They never drop down dead
Or stunned, that I can see.
I wonder what they T...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 11:12 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Ugly Faces | Still in Bed With the Big Three 'B's' | V E Day, 2020 | Lockdown Wall | See a 'What' Skin! |
Not a sage
He is old now, and eyes are watery he looks absent
and hiss ready smile has disappeared-
people ask him questions he cannot answer because
he is unwilling to say what they want to hear.
Yes, he is a communist but also critical of its policy
it can so quickly end up with an elite- sham labour unions
and loss of free expressions
Democratic- communism is not possible as people
Tuesday 26th May 2020 10:24 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:dreamy landscape | Red Indians | indoors | the month of birth | sunday morning | like a painting | lack of women | from day to day | sweet revenge | when it rains | the wave | the heartland | hormones | the great change |
Prayer and God Will Protect Me From Corona
Trump calls for churches to open – regardless.
“In America we need more prayer, not less”
Must go to my church coming Sunday
Mix close with the people and pray
To God who'll protect me and save me
And keep corona virus away
Attending my church is more important
More important than staying at home
My God will...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 9:28 am
Also by Don Matthews:Hey Don?... | How 'Bout Dat | Kiddie Writer Wanting Work | Trump. What Virus? | It's Your Fault Neurons | Impaired Driver | Missed Warnings | Anxious | That's the Way | Why Bother | Said the Lion to the Pig | She Screamed for Help but you did Nothing | My Tin Money Box 1950's | The Judge's Decision | I've Got a Problem | Missing Look. Missing Smile |
The bank holiday, just like any other it would seem
People lined up for burgers, queued for ice cream
Traffic jams and chaos, they raced to beauty spots
Roads filled with cars and bikes, so few parking slots
They parked on pavements, blocking walkers' way
Locals wished the tourists had not visited that day
Was it too much to hope, common sense would prevail
I wish that th...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 9:23 am
Also by julie callaghan:When you see a rainbow | Shopping At A Safe Distance | The Lock Down Bank Holiday | My poinsettia | I worry too much | I really don't know better | I Really Should Know Better | Home from Home | Afternoon Tea | Heroes In Blue | The New Normal | The Tale Of The Year Twenty Twenty | RIP Poppy | Daffodils | Bluebell Woods | Colonel Tom |
Players on the pitch
Managers in dug-outs
No fans in the seats
Everyone's been shut out
Happy to be replaced
By life-size cardboard cut-outs
Tuesday 26th May 2020 7:38 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Get the App | Back On Court | The Measure of our Freedom |
this is my vow.
to the me that only I know.
I write. I write
and I never ever want to stop writing
it's the only way to communicate in the world I live in
where texts mean not what they say
but between the lines there's a phrase
depending on the amount of time between each one
it's the only clear thing
keeping me above water.
This is my p...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 7:33 am
Also by owen l.h.:just a sad teenager being sad | (untitled) | crying wolf | 'golden years' | 4am | insecurity | instinct | empathetic my ass | my reflection (was rejected by a magazine) | the first lonely moment without them. but more importantly, without something to numb the silence | (untitled) | BOOK RELEASE! | what will you call me today? |
The very machine that gives you life
could easily take mine away
The piercing from exhaustion
punctures my living, my breathing
Every bodily function is affected
as I reach my hand towards the pulsing and thumping
racing through my chest
I don’t want this to be how I end
I can’t let my kids see their mother this way
I hold on tight to life as I feel my chest tightening
Tuesday 26th May 2020 5:05 am
Also by kimberly:We Don’t Talk About That | Writer’s Block Strikes Again | Love Bites | The Wrong Kind of Love | Our Song | Separated Not By Love | A Story of Hope | Let Me Bother You | We Are Gathered Here Together | Endless Night | The Oak Tree | Revolving Door | Mr. Tomato | Retreat | Meeting in Solitude |
The next time you cut down the olive branch
I hope you realize that such a limb will not always be there.
With abuse, anger, and violence
That limb may fall.
Too fragile to support the weight of such a heavy soul.
The next time you cut down the olive branch
I hope you realize that such a limb has weaknesses of its own.
With threats, beratement, and indifference
Tuesday 26th May 2020 3:41 am
in a small town near the ocean
a man stares at the sky
asking for it’s answers
praying for it’s promise
we are used to knowing everything
but about the universe, we know little
all we can do is stare
and be drawn in by the discomfort of not knowing
yet appreciating the comfort of knowing it’s always there
I aim for the dark side of the moon
the part nobody sees or ...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 3:34 am
Also by Robbie Christian:Wedding Cake |
Melanin so dark.
Skin scorched by the heating sun.
Magnificent in every way.
The curls of your hair tell the story of you.
They speak of your resilience and perseverance when they forced you from the land of your forefathers to a foreign land, a land that is not your own.
Only to turn around and feel threatened by your presence.
Within you is a fire that burns bright, a desire to...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 1:36 am
Also by Maatla Mog:DREAMING |
It was one of those cuppa soup thingies.
Minestrone with croutons.
Really the lowliest of soups,
Not only from a packet
But from a little sealed inner sachet too.
A few particles of dusty substance,
Monosodium Glutamate enhanced,
Coming alive with boiling water.
But instead of putting it into a mug
I chose a couple of elegant white soup bowls
With fine ...
Monday 25th May 2020 8:42 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:Sometimes | A Poem For VE Day | Colombe - The Dove |
Hold up your torch
and shine a light
into another person
instead of only
there is enough darkness
in all of us
Monday 25th May 2020 6:53 pm
Also by Liam Osaneo:need | sold | journey | clouds | friend | full | universe | burn |
Those notes of silence in isolation in Spring
Carry further at night-time more than in the day
with the flowers blowing in the breeze
and the trees outside rustling in the court-yard
their beauty thickened from neglect.
Imaginary fowls that you would see in the fields
And the return of the birds once again
From their endless trawl down South
Are now closed like confessionals in churches
Monday 25th May 2020 6:35 pm
Also by Andy N:Homage to Harold Budd | The trees in lockdown | Life minus the subtitles | Turn the Tide | Hitching a Ride (II) | Face in the crowd | Temporary Freedom | Hitching a Ride | The Flowers |
You lie awake in bed with your eyes swollen from the tears and the pain
Wondering why you deserve to hurt
You play back scenes in your head thinking , " Was it all fake!"
The smiles, the love, the times we laid together in bed, talking about children, and houses by the lake
You close your eyes and tears fall down your face and you cry to God , " Please, please make it all go away!"
Monday 25th May 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Jacqueline L Elias:Wishes |
The seed he planted didnt really grow
He forgot to add some love and water flow
He just come at night to see the empty pot and go
While the seed he planted, was taken away by a Crow
Monday 25th May 2020 4:53 pm
Also by Ruvi Galhena:Blue sky |
The sun was bright
Gates open wide
And Esther was the one
I danced - you walked
I listened while you talked
It was not me who cried
You took the blame
And name in vain
I loved the way you lied
We kissed the kiss
And then you missed
That tiny fleeting smile
Your dress so white
Eyes shut so wide
The closure has begun
The stage was set
For mischief to be don...
Monday 25th May 2020 4:43 pm
Also by Greg_ari0us:M | Sapphire | Before we met |
It works like that my mind,
so tell me this – ‘How many
tons of human hair awaits
the coiffured clip - post the
Novo scare?’ Enough to fill
the holds of merchant ships
dumping out at sea alas,
or yellow skips brought in
I put this question to my
bed room mirror as I rise
and seeing through bleary
eyes - a fuzzy face in need
of shaving of a bristly chi...
Monday 25th May 2020 12:03 pm
Also by Philipos:INFUSIONS | A SENSE OF SPRING | BLANKET COVERAGE | VERILY | SHOOTING STARS | A MORNING IN MAY 2020 | HARBOURED TALES | UNHEAVENLY CONVERSATIONS | RUSTIC THOUGHTS | SHRINES | COSMOS | AFTER THE GAS | SENSING A PRESENCE | OVER THE TOP | SHUTTERS | STARFISH | FLIGHTS | SEMPERVIVUM PECTORUM | LAST POSTS | SMOKE AND MIRRORS | BANDS IN THE MALL | FAIRY TALES | BUCKING OFF | SPARING A THOUGHT |
[In hiding from his record company after refusing to continue commercial recording, Hendrix formed a collective called Gypsy Suns and Rainbow - aka A Band of Gypsys. After 3 days of endless rain they closed the show at Woodstock with an historical performance. 3 months later he died in London]
Word went out with little warning,
Its always calm before the storm.
A mass of biblical proporti...
Monday 25th May 2020 11:32 am
Also by trevor homer:CONTAGION [The Book Shop] |
Golden was the frame
That surrounded you
A beautiful scene
Filled with a magnificent hue
- Nature's canvas.
Centrally seated you
Looked at the artist
And drove the object
Out of the imagery
Created an image
Alive with strength
You and you alone
Noone else can be you
Monday 25th May 2020 9:29 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Faces | When will this vicious circle die? | The time to feel alive | Peace and Love | Wishing well, living full |
Everyone alive has a guardian angel who dries there tears
They hold them close even when I seems noone is here
But when I look into the sky I feel so much
When I want some compassion there's noone I can touch
Guardian angels are that warm feeling after crying
The thing that makes you stop and keep trying
But even though I'm alive I don't have this
I think my guardian angel d...
Monday 25th May 2020 8:48 am
Also by Zoëlla:Tick...tock |
la petite phrase Proust
Back home and married
after our year abroad,
the heat was on all summer
as mortgage rates
and temperatures soared.
Recording it now,
the memory’s triggered
by the music a DJ plays –
which happens to be
George Benson’s Breezin’,
the track that eased me
into jazz, clocking on
in the council yard
to get one step ahead.
Monday 25th May 2020 8:44 am
Also by David Cooke:FOR HOWLIN’ WOLF IN HEAVEN | The Way We Were | Getting It Taped | A New Shirt | When Smokey Sings | John Martyn | For Robert Johnson | Aretha Franklin | Stereogram |
Thoughts are funny
Thoughts are freaky
Thoughts bring pain
Thoughts bring gain
Neither here neither there
All we think we bring to bare
Thoughts we share
Thoughts we cannot bare
Though you do not say, your thoughts they always find there way
Good thoughts bad thoughts
All day we fi...
Monday 25th May 2020 3:14 am
No matter the distance
No time nor space
Nothing of rifts annd valleys
Simply nothing can
Change my feelings for you
Love and trust and hopes in you
My madness, craziness and going bonkers
Head over heels and head without reasoning
Call it love is blind or vision imapired
Whatever anyone names it or says
Just one truth can neither change nor rewind
My feelings, emo...
Monday 25th May 2020 2:39 am
Also by Jasmine k.:Morning love | Just my thoughts for today | Isolation blue's and pink's | Goal directed pursuit |
I have not need, nor will - in writing this -
to place another hue within a rainbow;
to place more notes in birdsongs would - I know -
only cloy the passing hearer's bliss;
a monarch crowned would little gain or miss
in being crowned once more for merely show;
a scene like this that stretches out below
is such that graceful art I can dismiss.
Tranquil it sits in winter's pa...
Sunday 24th May 2020 10:03 pm
Also by Christopher Laverty:Could I Cast Spells | Old Tales I Have Turned | Thoughts On Home While Abroad |
I wandered lonely as a cloud
In sky’s so clear and blue
I wonder what people see, me, or is it you.
Wonderful azure serene and blue
stretching on forevermore...
Or a tiny cloud that’s Oh! so small
and gone within the hour.
Sunday 24th May 2020 7:26 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Let me out! | The Mad Hatter's Tea Party | ‘Without so much as a by your leave’ | The End | A mesage of hope and inspiration. (not a poem) | Oh! Death where is your sting? | Signum crucis | (untitled) | Unmarked grave. | Hades | May the forth be with you. by Poda | A poem for Jon | Tracks of my tears |
Wanted a Churchill.
Got a blonde workshy dandy,
hapless and fearful.
Sunday 24th May 2020 6:43 pm
Also by steve pottinger:Going Viral (with Teflon Dom) |
To live naturally in this modern world one must adapt to the unnatural.
Sex refines criminals out of love.
To live entirely in the flesh and blood world is to spend coins of a limited stock upon images of death.
I see light only that comes from a silent and infinite lake of dark silence.
Sunday 24th May 2020 5:00 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:From The Egg The Yolk Of An Egg. | For Limos | Perfumed Flower Garden |
‘Mankind’s a wounded animal!’
The voice of the columnist boomed.
As though his mansion dripped with blood,
While a hungry predator loomed.
Down his way, though, mankind survives.
The van, sanitized, delivers
Deep-cleaned excitement on a plate.
Summertime: nobody shivers.
The odd spark flies and tempers fray,
But daily jogging keeps all tr...
Sunday 24th May 2020 4:43 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Bedside Days |
‘One Lung Dave’ is what they call him,
The man whose fighting cancer.
Breathing is a challenge everyday-
We all wish there was an answer!
‘One Lung Dave’ is what he calls him,
We laugh and all poke fun
His humour is his armour…
when he can only walk but wants to run.
‘One Lung Dave’ is what the doctors call him,
He struggles to breathe everyday-
Waiting for ...
Sunday 24th May 2020 4:37 pm
Also by JJ:Daughter |
Stop playing pretend
Stop trying to be my friend
I just wanted you to listen
Instead you just start fishing
I don't have time for this in my life
You fuck with my head causeing strife
I am so easily to change my mind
I will just lay here and act like I am fine
I deserve to feel like shit
I caused all this now I deal with it
Now you just bully ...
Sunday 24th May 2020 4:29 pm
Also by Darkest sunflower:Mirror heart | All alone | In between | Cuts | Dream or nightmare | Broken road | God what's normal? |
Dreams are a simple way to make sense
of the past, often used as a mental grip
on the bafflement we feel
when choice engulfs us, not just hems us in.
Shall I become that which I know I am not?
Perhaps, an empty shell, I will be found out:
a shameful gambler like many,
and primed to receive his just deserts.
Or, better, to receive the same without regre...
Sunday 24th May 2020 2:50 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:Memoirs and Reflections |
Give me the spaces between the words,
Give me all the implication in intonation,
Give me your intent,
Don't circumvent for the sake of convenience,
Show no lenience, as you vent,
Give me the spaces,
Let the sweet melody of your discourse,
Gain added force in the breaks,
For both our sakes,
Give me your pent up emotion in the whispers hid within your oration,
Sunday 24th May 2020 1:10 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:One Last Dance | One Last Dance | It Bleeds | Buds | In Summary | Once More | Metamorph | Still Hope | Blind | Punch Drunk | Rich |
Whilst others may be far away,
You've no need to leave your room,
For you can see and hear them,
Through a device that we call Zoom.
Zoom is a modern method,
Of which people should now know.
It is a common meeting place
Where everyone now seems to go.
Your meeting may be a one off.
You may have many in succession.
You might just meet one person,
Or have lots of them in a se...
Sunday 24th May 2020 12:28 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:On the Piano | End of Lockdown | The Happy Mermaid | Captain Tom Moore |
Ambitions burn within me.
they've smouldered for a while,
although the Reaper’s left his card,
black edged as is his style.
But I'm not predisposed as yet
to shuffle off this coil,
I've got a list of things to do
before I go sub-soil:
like make a mechanism,
enhancing life for all,
invent a panacea,
sorting problems large and small.
I'd like to be a pilot...
Sunday 24th May 2020 12:27 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:In Boots Like These | This Skin |
The Last Hello and The Last Goodbye
Sorry I can't
hug and hold
Whispering gentle words
that really matter
Sudden empty heart
will never understand
Bless you eyes
faith filled prayers
Tears of grief
ink well full
Broken spirit writes
I love you
Have lost count
how many times
If no reply
I know that
Sunday 24th May 2020 11:57 am
Also by Nigel Astell:The Supermarket Queue | Thank You N.H.S | They Say | Pie and Pint Cancelled |
Anemones frizzled sparks beneath the trees
and bluebells rippled lakesides in the glades
the day Amelia Hamilton first breezed
into the woodland camp
sequestered in the shade.
Although no one had seen her face before
they felt she had been born to live among them.
Willing to muck-in with all the chores
the new recruit soon proved
more expert than the young men.
Sunday 24th May 2020 10:17 am
Also by Tim Ellis:The Forests will Echo with Laughter. Part 1. |
Incapable of tenacity,
My efforts become wasted.
No issue of bone density,
But one of sweet love, tasted.
Too far away;
It never existed.
Mere fiction to fill my day.
My face turns away.
That's just my way,
To fill my day,
Your head with 'promise me'.
Watch as I dance around meaning without capacity.
Please, no flash photography –
Try, but you...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 11:14 pm
Also by nightflower:Untitled.- 4 | Unsung Beauty | Shatter the Stone Duck | Untitled - 3 |
They walked out the door and the air was heavy
She felt as though she would suffocate as all the air was sucked out of her lungs
Her chest got tighter and tighter with every strained breath
She stood there as he began to turn away from her
Instantly a thousand thoughts ran through her mind like a spinning kaleidoscope
Bright colors, scents, feelings, and thoughts
She went back in...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 8:32 pm
Also by Kristy:What He Doesn't Know | Pouring Rain |
I will always love you. For the sun and the moon to know, to let the fear flow, to let the earth turn slow. Universe is for the lovers...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 7:52 pm
Also by Deb:Don't Tell Me | The Darkest Night | 21 Years | Do You Remember | Kitchen |