A love supreme
Oh Lord, my God, I fell asleep,
No longer in a state of grace,
No longer a beautiful woman,
No longer a poet, beloved by the Emperor,
I am a harlot, like Mary Magdalene,
A sister of the Christ - dazzled by the myrrh,
By an acre of sorcery,
Destroyed by a terrible moon
By the time of the month; by everything being too late, or too soon.
By the phases of the moon.
Give me you...
Friday 31st January 2020 11:52 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Written near water | THE TIME TORN MAN | Digital love: Digital grief | As the light declines | the speech of angels | Reading the signs | Ecrasez l’infâme | The rhythm of a dream | UNVEILING THE HEART | Regret | Sylvia's Father says | Torn | Irish Times | Tender is the Night | Commitment | An august poem | Place of Recovery | Dead end street | OH, WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD | The apothecary's nightmare | So you think you can tell heaven from hell? | Only love can break your heart | KURDISH POEM: 1492 | ABOVE: THE VAULTED SKY | Out on the currant bun - in an elephant's trunk. | ANGELUS BELL | PROPERTY IS THEFT | Insomnia | Aberfan: in remembrance | stormy weather | Buddhas of Bamiyan, Resurrected as Holograms | Chiaroscuro | A drinking man | Running for my life |Can You See The Ships at Sea
The darkness finally comes
after a long battle
Two ships sail pass
this ocean blue
Sailing past each other
into the sunset
Keeping my eyes on the blue
it's all I can see
There are no ships for me
Friday 31st January 2020 9:03 pm
Also by kimberly:
You Never Cease To Captivate Me | The Basis of My Character(s) | All I Need | Secrets | 1-2-3 | This Too Shall Pass | In a Sea of Lonely Nights | Poetry Readings | Romance is Dead | Clouds Dancing in the Sky | Shelter from the Storm | Exposed | Seize the Moment | Great Expectations | War Stories | Get Lost in the Pouring Rain | Think of Me |A Song for Europe
In fifteen eighty eight the Spanish navy came to fight,
to claim the crown King Philip thought was his god-given right.
Now millions of us fly to Spanish islands in the sun.
The wars are long forgotten, the Armada is long gone.
So sing for Europe, sing for peace, and sing to make amends.
Let’s raise a glass of sangria to all our Spanish friends.
The French are nearer ne...
Friday 31st January 2020 8:17 pm
Corona virus concern
The train station and airport in Wuhan,China have been shut down,
Wuhan has been the epi centre of the outbreak I sadly frown.
Corona virus a public health issue of global concern,
Visitors to China put into quarantine on their return.
Manchester is twinned with Wuhan take heed,
Nearly 5000 students from China the universities feed.
Millions of Chinese travel for the lunar ...
Friday 31st January 2020 6:23 pm
Also by hugh:
Boris' mounting debts | A turning point | Stop before your Op ! | The grief of a newly married husband | Give your health a boost in twenty twenty |What is it that makes me love you?
What it is that makes me love you,
in this inexplicable connection,
that while you sleep I would abduct your heart?
What it is that makes me love you?
Without offering anything, only these nights of memories,
you to enter into my body silently,
reincarnated in the monologue of my dreams
I would die for a kiss from you, if necessary...
a kiss on the tenuous thread of dawn,
there clos...
Friday 31st January 2020 5:55 pm
The Tattered Umbrella
Moonbeam fades
and dark clouds invade
raindrops fall at the
rain soaked feet..
The umbrella of friendship
tattered with holes
refuse to protect me today..
Thoughts run back
to another dark night,
where it rained as fiercely as now..
Yes, I was soaked, that day too
not from the umbrella- yet not tattered-
but from trying to protect a friend
from the cascading rain..
The raindro...
Friday 31st January 2020 2:38 pm
A Better World
We should all feel safe when in the street.
Wherever we may go and whoever we meet.
And if there's one thing that should be clear,
We should not go outside while we live in fear.
Yes, all the people have the right
To live in peace and without a fight.
And it is our right to go out somewhere
To feel secure and free of care.
And I do hope to have an expectation
That people shall have mo...
Friday 31st January 2020 1:51 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:
Lawyers - Victims or Villains | Differences | Movies | Is there a God? | Masks We Wear | Our Countryside | A New Year |Dogs Do Not Read
Read to your children
but do not read to your dog
your children will always remember
your dog will just scratch
and take a nap
dogs are not literary animals
they'd sooner chase cars
or watch the Nature Channel
on TV
they do not care for books
even coloring books
they have their eye
on squirrels and birds
and other creatures
that co...
Friday 31st January 2020 12:29 pm
Also by d.knape:
Goodbye Fly | Wild Oats | Nut & Bolt | Clutter | The Little Lutheran Church | Customer Survey | Sudden Stops | SIMPLICITY | What Makes A Boy | So Brief A Life | The Hearing-Impaired Line | Paperboy Quarterback | ICE | Cold Reality | Washing Away The Blues | The Smell Of Old Books | The Cliffs Of Norfolk | Working Stiff | What's Good About Old Age | Cash & Credit---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Waves of Poems | Plastic Jesus | His Own Little World | ROOTS | Song Of The Wild Geese | Fish & Visitors | RAINBOWS | Margins | Refurbished Poem | Going To Get The Mail |THE MASTERPLAN AND OTHER FOLLIES
Subjugation and extinction
a fine aim indeed.
A small price to pay
for a masterplan to take shape
Domination without question
a fine aim
not without its problems.
The amnesia of evil
a small price to pay
for the haunting of the past.
Of course it had to fail
but it was thought necessary at the time
and now the ghosts have risen up
a small ...
Friday 31st January 2020 11:34 am
Also by ray pool:
POST GRADUATION |Telly Tennis
Telly Tennis
(Australian Open. Relaxing in airconditioned comfort. Beer in hand)
Sitting watching telly
Tennis on the screen
See a lot of close-up shots
More if there I'd been
Cheaper too,,,,,,
Don Matthews January 2020
https://youtu.be/8grJuYkhaSY
Friday 31st January 2020 7:42 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Privacy Invasion | Maybe I'm Crazy, Maybe I'm Not | How I'm Dealing With Terminal Cancer | LMS Rollercoaster Toenail-Paint Back-to-Work Celebration | Halt | First Feet | Terry | Awakening Hotel | The Much Abused Apostrophe Mark | Do Not Worry. All Is Well | We Seem to Have Lost the Idea of Moderation | Depends on Cost They Say | I'm a Protester Yay! | Re-Reading My Poems | Found In a Poet's Wastebasket | Climate Change, Anxious 10yr-olds and Psychiatrists | Thought I Wouldn't Notice? | Rules | The Bipolar/Creativity Connection | Brexit Re-Mint | Bushfires, Handshakes and Cameras | My Name is Don (A Poet) | South Australian Bushfire Crisis | Boris's Top Adviser Dominic Called Me | Why are Easter Buns in the Shops the Day After Christmas? | Kidney | Striking a Balance With Fireworks |Pressure
This life has been painful and filled with sorrow
Spent a lot of nights wishing for no tomorrow
Curating a resume that makes me seem successful
Constantly feeling like I’m not living up to my potential
The pressure I put on myself is unbelievably stressful
Feeling worthless unless I’m chasing a credential
Acting like I’m smart, but I must be faking
Repeating the actions t...
Friday 31st January 2020 3:00 am
new year
Never ending roundabout discussions
Every reunion going nowhere
Endless frustrations with each repeat
Always about you, never about me
You never saw that but agreed when I said
You don’t need to respect my wishes for no contact
Just respect me
I respect me and nowhere together is now somewhere alone
Happier me
Friday 31st January 2020 1:37 am
PERDITION
When I see the words "Poetry Competition"
I envisage the portals of poetical perdition.
......................................................................
Thursday 30th January 2020 8:34 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
SEMANTICS AND PEDANTICS - AN ONLINE NEWS REPORT | LIFE TODAY | YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) | DAYS OF WHINE AND POSES | TOO MUCH TRAVELLING | MUSIC IS MEDICINE FOR THE MIND |FORGET ABOUT IT
When you remember a past event
The actual event you do not recall
Your brain is remembering the last time you remembered it
So perhaps it never happened at all
Thursday 30th January 2020 7:49 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:
THE EASE OF SLEAZE | TAKE A STAB AT IT | TIME FOR NOTHING | DRESSED TO KILL |Under Parrs Wood
Under Parr’s Wood
A Poem inspired by Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas, as read by Richard Burton, and set on Burton Road in Didsbury…
To begin at the beginning…or the end of the road, which is a kind of a beginning.
It is Spring, and the mosque stands guard, though few burqas promenade its street or frequent its bars. Its spire punctures the sky, echoes of the old Methodist Chapel and...
Thursday 30th January 2020 7:15 pm
Also by mike booth:
Grim up North? |Sefton Park
To Sefton Park, I have visited today.
But it was so different in every way!
I bought a coat hanging from a tree.
It didn't fit my friend but it fitted me!
Magically it turned colour once worn.
It was a beautiful coat, cosy and warm.
Trees we then saw in a pair they came.
Record breaking with a strange name.
We had never heard that name before.
Shelter they gave as the rain did pour.
...
Thursday 30th January 2020 6:25 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Seems Like Yesterday | The Fly | 'Mr July' | Mary |Courage
It's been a hard day
Smiling pretending everything is fine
If I pretend it feels better
If I do it enough it hurts less
I haven't texted you all day
I haven't ran to you
I keep telling myself I don't need you anymore
I keep telling myself I don't love you
But a voice in my head keeps saying, " Be patient, be kind, show yourself self-love."
Then I look at my arm the word ...
Thursday 30th January 2020 5:14 pm
Also by Jacqueline L Elias:
Letting Go | Warrior of God | I Love Me | Urge | I Forgot |Ignore my halty words,
My pain tinged sorrow.
My words are too lucid...
too funny ....
I know.
Then you are ignoring
Your very own-
Love,
Pain,
Life,
Separation,
Society.
And a part of yours may be.
So, I have to agree its no poem at all,
at all.
Thursday 30th January 2020 5:11 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:
Promise |If I were!!
If I could paint the picture of love
It would have the generous eyes like yours
The truthful lips with your pinkish texture
And the image submerged in your fragrance
If I could sing a song of love
The lyrics would quote your lovely name
And the words would spell the memories you left
Each sentence would have your rhythmic heart beat
If I could take a stroll in the...
Thursday 30th January 2020 4:40 pm
Fiercely
I’m grateful for the time I got,
Lord knows I never thought I’d amount to a lot,
But I’m happy, with what I’ve achieved given that I never even thought I’d get a shot,
And all those misspent days of youth,
Where I burnt the candle at both ends and in the middle,
Mean that it’s no riddle why I am the way am, that’s just the truth,
And if I needed proof I’d see my Doctor,
Or ask anyone that ...
Thursday 30th January 2020 3:35 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:
Years, Miles And Sunlit Smiles | Show Me Your Brave Face | The Temple Ruins | River's Edge | Spoken Fears & Token Tears | 2 to 1 | Triggered | True Names | Yesterdays Tomorrows | Four Rings |Arc of Silence
A recent visit to majestic Saint Petersburg was the catalyst for this rumination.
Arc of Silence
Please hold my hand
Until you're completely sure
That you understand; I am
Not as I was (quoting Hitchen
As his death drew near).
Please hear my pleas, comprehension
Being the triumph of years
Expended or forlorn. Draw
Down the blinds that obscure
A countenanc...
Thursday 30th January 2020 2:41 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:
Outside Painters | Nirvana |BBC Radio York on Friday evening 31st January
Text post, and 'at work' :(
I'm on the airwaves @8.20pm Friday during the Harry Whittaker show - reading Mudland - although I did record the audio in a very creepy voice, I'm very sorry about that. wish me luck!
Mat
Thursday 30th January 2020 12:09 pm
Still here
Today is not over yet,
Which means yesterday may have been the hardest day of your life,
As if you were driving down a never-ending dead end, stuck in reverse;
But you are still here.
You can’t recall the time your mother held you out of the bedroom window,
The blaze within threatening to scorch you, your cradle and home,
The scent of smoke on your baby clothes has long sinc...
Thursday 30th January 2020 9:19 am
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:
Into the Blue |IDENTITY OF AN UNKNOWN MAN
BORN,AN UNIDENTIFIED ONE
WILL DIE ,AS UNKNOWN MAN.
MOTHER IS WITH NO MORE
TO LAMENT OR MOURN .
FATHER IS QUITE AFAR
TO BE AN APPRICIATE FAN.
BROTHER WILL NOT BOTHER
EVEN WILL NOT THINK TO BARTER
SISTER WILL NOT FEEL SORRY
AND SHE WILL NOT BE IN WORRY.
SON WILL NOT SHUN
AS HIS LIFE BECAME A FUN,
DAUGHTER WILL NOT FEEL DEPARTURE
AS SHE HAD DEPART...
Thursday 30th January 2020 8:30 am
How Cruel Are You
Children sent into the unknown . Miles from where they were born . Miles away from home . Movement of Children in care . Cruelty at the Core . Sent away from their Birthplace . To destinations unknown . To be shunned treated with contempt . Used Abused and in the unknown . No one to love them . No one to care and Share . Without the love all children need to make them feel secure . To have a stabl...
Thursday 30th January 2020 6:13 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:
A Monopoly Of Victims | Is It Too Late | Condemned | Living in Cloud Cuckoo Land | Overgate Hospice |Oxford Comma
The mint is rousing incandescent ire
to prompt a famous writer’s Twitter shout,
with grammar nazis fuelling the fire,
because an Oxford comma’s been left out.
They’ve struck a coin to honour Brexit day
and that’s what all the brouhaha’s about;
‘cause many of these angry people say
the Oxford comma shouldn’t be left out.
There’s just as many say there is no need,
...Thursday 30th January 2020 12:03 am
Also by Trevor Alexander:
January | Accusation |SILENCE
Silence eats at my soul
Others share truths I can not reveal
blind to how the information makes me feel
Trapped in the truth
no way out
Held captive by the lies
I can not look the offender
in the eyes
And say "I know"
Wednesday 29th January 2020 11:02 pm
Connected
When I go for a walk, I don't just walk. I watch. I watch the clouds drift by effortlessly across the sky. I see people, animals, birds in the trees. Standing, walking, watching, just like me.
When I go for a walk, I don't just walk, I listen. I listen to the sound of the cars speeding by me. The planes flying high above me, the noise of the children playing joyfully. Moving freely, just like m...
Wednesday 29th January 2020 9:04 pm
Doctor Death and the New Faces
Elizabeth Woodville is my first nursing placement,
a spot where a man might be put and forgotten.
Sister Wesson’s routine with every new student
is to introduce the bed corners and curtains
then leave them to chat with some random person.
And so I’m conversing with one Howard Sargent;
he’s sharing a fag with a fellow patient,
who’s called Doctor Death - we’re already acqu...
Wednesday 29th January 2020 4:11 pm
My Dad Said 3
'Cynthia, Honey,
Life is not all tea and roses.
Sometimes, it's slops and skunk cabbage.'
And Mum would add a line,
'Deal with it.'
Wednesday 29th January 2020 3:34 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
May Morning | Winter Trees | Man in a Crowd | My Dad Said 2 | The Waiting Room | Thoughts in Daylight |The Bad Artist
something like an eye charmed them
down from the sky
twenty-four Canada geese jostling
petrified gods and unicorns
around a garden pond
the boldest took the plunge
and all hell broke loose
fortyeight wings fought for space
resembling a spitting cooking pot
our birds boiled alive for goose stew
the bad artist originally concieved,
his faery-tale landscape growing with each step...
Wednesday 29th January 2020 10:49 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:
(untitled) | Untitled | Ross's Poem | Rigour | This Poem | Hearts And Minds | You Are Here |Paris 1944, 2004
‘Tenez bon. Nous arrivons,’
the liberators told the restless Resistance
in messages dropped from the sky.
Von Choltitz held firm, defying
Hitler’s demand to fire the city.
‘Come quickly,’ he urged the Allies.
Laval and Petain fled as Paris rose;
hundreds died before the ceasefire.
Sixty years on, our Friday Eurostar
from Waterloo packed with rugby fans.
...Wednesday 29th January 2020 10:00 am
Also by Greg Freeman:
Expats | January Swear Box | The black beach | PANTO! |The (not so) Happy Place
They tell me, “time heals all wounds”
But I’m not sure that’s quite true
When the 5’11” wound that needs healing
Is the absence of you
Tuesday 28th January 2020 6:46 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:
3 Lines | The Weakness | A Little Distance (will do us some good) | Message In A Broken Bottle | Torture |Dreadnought
Dreadnought
We crossed the Chantry Bridge
As the Calder boiled beneath
And a drifting, chilling mist
Hung heavy on the heath
We came from far and wide
Marching all together
To gather at Belle Vue
Despite the dank, inclement weather
There were grandfathers and fathers
There were mothers, daughters, sons
Hand in hand in heavy coats
As the frost caressed ...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 4:43 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
NEW POETRY OPEN MIC NIGHT IN WAKEFIELD | Jingle Jangle | In Other News | resolution |Too deep
I really wish I went to college
I can’t believe I trusted that bitch
But was it love or just a lack of knowledge
Shit hurt my heart seeing my big brother
Cuff a bitch that had mileage
He went to jail, she told him I tried to fuck ha
Ian even have no money
So ion even know why the butch was lying
Niggas buy anything a bitch tell em when they in jail
But damn big Jevo Ian even have ...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 3:37 pm
Hard Times
We’ve been here before;
suck it up,
be the man.
You’ll get more
as you grow.
Revisiting moments
with frames of pain
loaded in hard times.
You ain’t the only
nor it is the last,
you’ll survive,
but do you learn?
Yell, scream, cry…
whatever the fuck you do
don’t lose focus.
You aren’t ignored young blood
they’ve gat pressing shit to handle,
make you...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 7:49 am
Don't look back (don't ever do that)
Don't look back
don't ever do that
the past lives there
with its wild despair,
its puddles of pity
all dark and gritty.
There's joy there too,
and patches of blue.
The mean ol' reds,
where you lost your head.
A kaleidescope of feeling
to keep you reeling.
Be where you stand,
see what's at hand:
marvels to see,
new ways to be,
colors so cle...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 5:20 am
Also by trixtex:
Sparkle Sun |Open letter to god
Are you there god?
Are you sure?
What gives life
To all the poor?
When your all good.
Why do we have
So much blood?
When your sat in heaven
Why kill our children?
When your so sublime
Why make life like
A poor mans mime?
If you answer prayer.
Why give cancer
Its ghastly lair?
You’ve lost your touch.
Its all too much.
When there’s so much war.
W...
Monday 27th January 2020 11:54 pm
Mr. Rogers
As I sit on the couch thinking of what makes me relevant
I think back and can’t remember what was the last thing I did excellent
I could take a page out of the worlds book and think of the successes of others
Or I can relay my own success until I expose all of their vexes
Mr. Rogers came to my mind with a spurge of loathing but then I remembered how monumental his memory has come to b...
Monday 27th January 2020 11:31 pm
Also by Miguel Soto:
A New Day | Stories |Golem
Pretty much the only poem I have that is appropriate for Holocaust Memorial Day.
(Artwork: "Rabbi Loew and the Golem", from "The Prague Golem: Jewish Stories from the Ghetto", ed. Harald Salfellner, Vitalis, 2016. The artist is uncredited)
Golem
(Prague, 1939)
For centuries I’ve lain here undisturbed,
this synagogue’s hushed attic my bedchamber,
the life-spark in me stilled...
Monday 27th January 2020 10:24 pm
WE ARE MILLENNIAL SNOWFLAKES
(The counterpart to my previous "We are the Baby Boomers")
We are Millennial Snowflakes
So PC and woke
Always wearing pained expressions
Suffering from acute depression
Being young is oh-so stressful
Life’s beyond a joke
There’s no-one suffers more than me
Why, yesterday most cruelly
I got no signal on 4G
I need a snort of coke.
And we Millennial Snowflak...
Monday 27th January 2020 9:32 pm
Also by John Coopey:
WE ARE THE BABY BOOMERS | MILEPOSTS | YER NOTCUTTS SCONE | LOOK WHAT THEY DONE TO MY THONG, MA | I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW MY SPECS HAVE COME | THE MAN | "YA CHEAP LOUSY FAGGOT" | OH JEREMY |CONFUSED
I didn't ask for this.
I didn't ask to show me a glimpse of happiness.
I didn't ask to show me how love could feel.
But now, 14 days into the new year I got to experience it.
I got to experience the butterflies.
I got to experience a genuine smile.
I got to experience what fate looked like.
What destiny felt like.
I was happy.
I was giddy.
I was hope...
Monday 27th January 2020 1:49 am
Also by SNR ❤:
MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE |Girls and their phones
Sonething I have wanted to write about for some time now. Here is first attempt:
Train, tram, bus, car, walking or whatever,
You will see what this poem is about,
just as clearly as the weather.
Girls on their phones.
Girls who are perhaps so forlorn.
Girls who might be so alone,
Just like dogs without their bones.
Epidemic that has spread nationwide,
and...
Sunday 26th January 2020 10:48 pm
Also by David Addington:
British Steel | Ode to the Lem | Here Lies 1985 | Back to the primitive | This is the six O'Clock news |Talisman
I found that old crate full of
dried Black Walnuts you left
acrid and hard
little balls of ancient elephant skin
I took one
to drop among the folds
of your coffin
perhaps tuck it under your sleeve
No prying undertaker
or sanctimonoius son
would ever see it
But I couldn't find you there
you seemed long gone from that polished
joke of a room
So
When the w...
Sunday 26th January 2020 4:38 pm
Also by Charles M Cann:
The Matriarchs | Xmas 1992 | Bone |Words
Syllables paint the walls
a coherent mess
fumbling from corner to corner,
eroding my haven.
Skin scraped by sharp rhetoric’s
that bounce from surfaced stone,
hard and beating.
I want a smothering of hard plaster
to heal the wounds.
Sunday 26th January 2020 1:57 pm
Also by Hannnah:
The Light Box | Two Thousand And Eight | Recall |Lessons
Learning won't stop
After uni, college or school
You may reach the top
Yet still feel a fool
For each day
Brings new teachers
In many a disguise
Though sadness
Will feature
In the end
You'll be wise
We're all learning
Lessons
Just not in a class
We find out
The best things
From our days
As they pass
Sunday 26th January 2020 10:41 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:
Sussexit | Eggs before hearts | The writing process |Shadow Dancing
My shadow dances with yours
in the abyss of silence,
head down, darkness all around,
waltzing towards sparks of light
from our melded soul.
Sunday 26th January 2020 4:22 am
Also by Vautaw:
Swim with Me | Lonely Girl | Dear John | TAG | Two Lives | Disappearing Ink | Ghost | A Thousand Years of Peace |Change
They seek shelter from the rain
In the doorways of the city
Although the lights shine so bright
Believe for them it's far from pretty
Watching the world pass them by
In a kaleidoscope of grey
Feeling like nobody notices them
As we continue with our day
All they ask for is a moment
Someone to stop and talk
Providing them with some comfort
From life's painful, lonely...
Sunday 26th January 2020 1:41 am
50 dollars buys less every day (01/25/2020)
this old couch
a rested place
of day dreams :
A sanctum for the spittle of birds
breaking in with the early dawn.
and each window, in the winter
a mouth of frost,
vignettes of cold rolling thru the glass with ease
i can feel my breath on my teeth
heating and cooling these tines
tuning truths on a good day
hoping for just
white lies on all the rest :
mild discomforts, acid...
Saturday 25th January 2020 2:23 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
some of these are lies in the future (01/17/2019) |You
No one could come close to you in my eyes it's you
I think about you constantly, with out you life is blue
you tease sometimes you hurt my feelings, I cry
Yet with out you I would curl up and just die
you are my everything, my love, my man yes you
I could walk away from anything except you, my glue
Friday 24th January 2020 11:41 pm
Also by The_Northern_Lass:
Grandad | Insomnia. | Crystal | Tree of death | Two Angels | I am still here | She woke up dead | Snow | Floaters in the eye | Boy on a platform 4 | Girl on a platform | Boy on a platform 3 | Boy on a platform 2 | Boy on a platform 1 | Peace | 2012 | (untitled) | Extra Extra | Diet | Diet Prayer | My Friend Phil | Last Night | Wanna be a star | Hate | Lottery | Aunty Fanny’s Funeral | Fashion | Bangladesh | Granny | Poetry | Cold Sore | It’s All Gone | Miss Polly | Shop Sale | Pie From Wigan | Dead Roses | Platform Shoes | Valentine | Mannequin lover | Mam | Taken | Fortune Teller | Gossip | Tinitus | Glass Houses | John No More | DEATH | My Child | Dieters Poem | Dirty Windows | Mother Earth | Marie The Poet | Twin Sisters | War | Menopause | Shingles | Lucky lucky lucky | Not me, dont judge | Obesity the silent cry |The love is painful but also good
my self it calls itself as such
making way alone, untouched
just fleeting joy when she creates
predictable, a single's fate
then my other comes, falters on fissures
languidly warms, fulfills heart's wishes
yet seeping comfort into space
where always open, felt nothing save
now pricks with pain at such expanse
for place to love must be enhanced
Friday 24th January 2020 2:09 pm
Will Ponder
The will ponder
to cross that line
the will prowess
to force a feeling
The will patience
to not end it all
the will pain
To not feel the heat
the will pride
to see your inside
Friday 24th January 2020 10:04 am
The Busy Fool
Friday 24th January 2020 8:02 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:
The Short-Term Memory | The Quantum Poet... |My Mother in Law
My Mother in Law
My Mother in Law is a woman of substance
not to be messed with or ignored
A matriarchal figure who rules the roost
woe betide those who challenge her spirit
Confrontation with her achieves little indeed
her stoicism is utterly remarkable
As is her intellect and wit
never to be underestimated or side lined
A mother, a grandmother, a linguist and more
...Friday 24th January 2020 6:25 am
Also by keith jeffries:
Images Lost | Perspectives | A Vacant Room | A Dream of no Consequence |A graveyard of hate
Your words were used as weapons to knock me off my feet
Bruised and battered emotions untill I admit defeat
Narcissistic ego embedded in your viens
A graveyard of emotions
forthcoming to inflict pain
Friday 24th January 2020 4:51 am
Also by Zoëlla:
Love goes on and on |What will you do?
what will you do
him sitting across from you
talking bad about me
even though it's truthful
will you stop him
because he doesn't know me
or will you just sit there content
with silent Glee
will you stop and think
about the times we shared.
like the times on the blanket
outside the open air
Boom! Crack!
as the colors clash
radiance, truly brilliant
as I see them from your b...
Thursday 23rd January 2020 9:38 pm
Capability
The Climate is changing, affecting the whole world,
affecting every living thing on the Earth,
with very many losers, most of whom will be
unrealised, unrecognised and uncounted.
Climate stats start with the number of people who
are impacted – nations displaced, islands gone, plains
flooded, livelihoods destroyed and peoples distraught
and we hear of folk’s plight weekly,...
Thursday 23rd January 2020 4:51 pm
Also by Rich:
Pulling Drays | Too Late | Judgement |Why do you deny me this.
Why do you deny me this?
My separation, my desire to be left alone.
Why do you invade my life?
Like a parasite, you drink me dry.
I want to feel myself, my emotions.
I want to know who I am and who I want to become.
Yet.
Every time you bring my world crashing down.
Falling, breaking, shattering you worm your way back.
You did no wrongs is what is forever repeated.
You...
Thursday 23rd January 2020 4:54 am
I am unsinkable
I AM UNSINKABLE BY Danny Giesbrecht
My life is an ocean and my body the vessel I sail.
My soul was a lonely passenger fore in my past things would just seem to fail.
And my pain were the ice Berg's in an unruly sea.
But my heart is the will of fire that my mother and father passed down to me .
Me and my vessel are so thankful fore many ice Berg's have smashed my Hull.
The fighting could ne...
Thursday 23rd January 2020 1:38 am
Mystic
Most of the hustle plays are done without knowledge
Invisible neglect of the improper eye
That strives into motion beneath the footings lie
As savior to project, doing heavy haulage
Can the grace of the lords be the blessings in bells
That ring the truthfulness of the moment that passed
As the loud voices moan for the cries of outcast
That completes the journey as we walk on egg shells
Thursday 23rd January 2020 12:41 am
Also by Louis Audet:
Let's go silly | Random thoughts | Differences | Beyond current battle | Last one | Storyboard | Work in review - 2019 | La peinture |Wall Painter
She painted her walls, blue and red
As the fall launched into her flat
His spirit, brought by the evening sun,
a beam of light,
scattering through the small windows
of the backyard house on hazy days
It made her face her solitude.
And finally winter came
and stepped into the rooms:
The past enteres the present
the present decents into the past.
The ...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 11:24 pm
Screaming Silently
Oh I see
See you screaming silently
Silently in the meadow
Where I used to go
Inorder to glow
Tangled with hook
But all it took
Was my pace
And gave me some grace
In a sudden blow
Making me slow
Grow the voice came
All I felt was shame
Shame admist the gods
Leaving me with my odds
Odds creating difference
And I was the reference
In-defence
I was left alone
As I moan.
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 7:18 pm
Also by Kritarth Jaiswal:
Traps | Only Prey! | Deaf's Eye! | The Seer |To Know
When they see me, they won’t see the cracks.
Sealed up like sunlit stained glass
They’ll see only them.
Not this past.
I won’t be the person I was before it happened
And I won’t be the person I was because it happened.
I’ll just be me.
The truth?
Ever since I couldn’t find that one word no.
I’ve been trying to come to terms with myself,
Reintroduce me...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 5:33 pm
The Moribund Poinciana
She was a spectacular tree.
People called her the flame of the forest,
for she was obviously striking, vivid and classy.
I need not narrate the superlative majesty
of the flame – tree, for one time or the other
we have all been breath-taken by her peerless glamor.
What matchless artistry!
I am here to quickly share
my ruminative gloom for that lovely assembly
of flower, leaf and woo...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 2:44 pm
Also by Chandra S.:
Downstream Corollaries | The Pain of Passion | Catalysis | No Dice |APPRECIATION
APPRECIATION
had a bad
attititude
no grace
or gratitude
came from a place
of greed
what was in it
for me
complain about the cards
i was dealt
oh so sorry
for myself i felt
couldn't fly
on one wing
boohoo and cry
didn't have any bling
only ball i caught
was thrown with a curve
never got
what i thought i deserved
whined a lot
about life
a childhood
of strife
no goals
no p...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 2:26 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:
BACK AGAIN | PHOTOS & WORDS |Wake up teachers we are not all the same
50 minit lessons secondary school college
50 minutes to pass on your knowledge
Lesson plan organised for class ..a plan is wishful thinking
Some brains expanding ..others shrinking
When your plan doesnt go to plan
Some understand more than others can
I take it that was not in your plan
One boy has only written out the date
Forgotten equipment and turned up late
You assume his rebellion an...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 2:20 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:
The Spaceship part 1 |When did I sign up for this?
The stress the strain and endless pain
Is normal in a world where sun is rain
Where white is black
and you daren’t look back
or answer when they say “hey what’s up?”
When was it that for all this I signed up?
Don’t get me wrong I do the caring
not for money or gifts but for love and sharing,
and promises I made on that special day
but hey! When did I sign up for th...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 1:46 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Moby Dick | Hopes and Fears | Gratitude |To Fly
It's been a while since I dove
deep into the world of poetry.
It's been a while since I wrote
words that meant something to me
for everyone else to see.
I forgot how it felt to put myself on display.
To feel the words under my wings and fly.
I disappeared into reality, never to be seen again.
I swam in vast oceans of my thoughts.
I drove across highways of expectat...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 12:39 am
t h e. dismissal.
Jan folded the letter
running a finger
along its crease.
She looked up-
somebody was
explaining functionality:
She stared at the
new argument written
on the white board
then returned to the letter
the fold:
another plane pressing
and creasing
vertices missing
corners peaking...
She sighing.
His orientation with her
...Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:03 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
BREXIT:. A learners guide |The Hit
The hit came today,
A tidal wave that broke the barrier.
The hit came today,
An unbearable pain I tried to cover.
The hit came today,
Suddenly and forcefully, out of the blue.
The hit came today,
And my fragile heart broke in two.
Monday 20th January 2020 2:02 pm
Also by Ashleigh Davies:
Step Out | Beautiful Light |You are
A heavenly body are you
with your silken wings
and your golden hair.
A steady ship are you
with your strong bow
and your billowing sail.
A strong tree are you
with your skyward stare
and your deep rooted tail.
A beautiful creature are you
with your celestial smile
and your gossamer veil.
An ephemeral star are you
with your breathless frail...
Monday 20th January 2020 10:46 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:
Un-nation | Death of cruelty |Untitled
It's a new season love
Time to evolve again
Time to set out; create new memories
Theres a universe out there waiting for you
If only you could see yourself from before
Then you'd know nothing can stop you
The sun moon and stars bow for you to bloom
You've come too far to back down
Too strong to drown
Shine on...Shine on... young love
Monday 20th January 2020 2:23 am
A Story
A Story
The signals, at first, were random, but as time passed they became more frequent, almost urgent. Finally ready, Sherman gathered his men. No longer could they ignore the situation. It was time. The light was calling to them and they would oblige. Sherman, a man of action and determination, consulted with Kaspar. The diplomat was astute and wise. His visionary guidance would be of gre...
Sunday 19th January 2020 12:59 pm
Megxit
She's a real Disney princess
Of the dream / woke monarchical elite
£2m refurbishments of their house
Paid for in part by homeless on the street
Eyes wider than her waistline
Charity hunger energy always trending
I really wish any young couple all the best
And also wish her a happy ending
Saturday 18th January 2020 11:33 am
Also by cbyrne:
2020 |Paradocs
You are inside me but you are not really in.
I am clenching around you but I am not really close.
Such a paradox.
Saturday 18th January 2020 2:33 am
Also by Melody:
Pride | Stare |Progress
Today I made progress
In a different sort of way
It wasn’t real spectacular
But it was a taxing day.
I did a load of laundry
And neglected all my naps,
I sat and did some paperwork
And limited my snacks.
I went outside again today,
To you it isn’t hard,
But I was awful pleased this time:
I got past my front yard.
I didn’t let the hours pass
Without a trifling...
Friday 17th January 2020 6:35 pm
Twenty First Century Punk Rocker
twenty first century punk rocker.
Greta thunberg is a Punk Rocker.
She's holding the nations to account,
It's anarchy in the UK,
As Extinction Rebellion scream and shout.
She's performing on an international stage .
It's London calling world leaders out !
she's encouraged teenagers out of school,
the mission to " reduce fossil fuel "
No multi coloured spikey hair destroying the oz...
Friday 17th January 2020 10:55 am
Why I went back
Why I went back
A posthumous poem in the voice of Walter Tull – 28.04.1888 to 25.03.1918
Until you’ve been under fire
hunkered down in some funk hole
you’ll never know terror, the horror
or the damage to the soul
that just one barrage can do,
before you ever hear the whistle’s blast
that, sadly it’s true
for all too many,
signals this’ll be your last.
So...
Friday 17th January 2020 6:44 am
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:
Drowning in the Drought | Take a minute |Gods touch
Thursday 16th January 2020 9:01 pm
Also by A Peterson:
View from a Crows Eye | The Smile | Lets come together |BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER
BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER
I am Your father, you are my son
It can never be changed or ever undone
You are in my heart every single day
I hear your laughter, your fun and play
I miss you more than you will ever know
Christmases, birthdays and watching you grow.
We know the truth of you and me
The love we share will set us free
Nobody can ever keep us at bay
And those...
Thursday 16th January 2020 5:40 pm
Also by Robert Hudson:
An ode in need is an ode in deed. |The Poet Laureate reads...........
The Poet Laureate reads his commemorative poem on the 200th anniversary of the founding of the Royal Astronomical Society: BBC ‘Broadcasting House’ 12 January 2020
(Today 13 January, coincidentally the BBC reports the oldest matter from a meteorite 7 billion years in the making. It carries dust grains, ‘star dust’, formed before our worlds existed).
When I heard the lauded Laureate*
...
Thursday 16th January 2020 10:48 am
street life
living it like its large but life its so small
sadly it catches up with you and when you dont expect it you fall
you keep up with the trapping, feds come to your door
but theyre done with the shit and youre thrown on the floor
handcuffs are on and youre sent back away
the doctors give you the medicine that keeps the insanity at bay
back and forth for years, everyone is tired
b...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 12:10 pm
Also by Adalyn Winn:
relapse | dulled | disassociation | uneasy brain | desperate | my struggle | the accident | anger | my shoes | lonely | unexpected | N/A | unhappiness | homeless | flashbacks | N/A | budding | to my body | it was me | sobering up |Confessions from "A" Wonderland ... My confessions of "A"nisha
Confessions from A Wonderland
Home ?
Her smile, it shines in the night. Lighting up the dark with a look inside her eyes, so beautiful, so wise,. So kind, so much life.
Her crazy makes mine look wild and I'm completely in love with who she is.
When her lips touch my skin its like pure ecstasy surging through my soul and my body craves the feeling of her closer to me and when she is close t...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 9:20 am
January 2020 Collage Poem: Famous People I've Never Met
In the new dawn of dreams
Adolf sits on his final throne of dirt dug deep,
Wondering if the English Bard would have loved him so,
Don’t go down that street!
We are wild-walking beings with a side of dark heart.
Sheep have beautiful contours and very furry
Hurry up Steinbeck, you’re rambling
Sitting on tailored lawns through polished glass
Not as cool in old b...
Tuesday 14th January 2020 5:23 pm
The flesh and the spirit(By Anne Brandstreet)/ስጋና መንፈስ/Translation/By Alem Hailu
In secret place where once I stood
Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood,
I heard two sisters reason on
Things that are past and things to come.
One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye
On worldly wealth and vanity;
The other Spirit, who did rear
Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.
"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what l...
Tuesday 14th January 2020 2:39 pm
A winters tale
Christmas is past and gone
And new years just a hang over
For this year’s shining silver angel
Who is tired and found
On her hands and knees
In a back-street patch
Of spotlight infused relief
Bruised and punctured knees
Her hair hangs low
Her breath smells of last night’s stew
And she rises to find a taxi
With little memory left
Of how she found the key
The...
Tuesday 14th January 2020 8:41 am
Tomorrow
I wake up each day and feel nothing. I don’t look forward to the day. It is just a mission to get ready. To be prepared for what the day brings me. Is this right? Is this the way my life should pan out. Not feeling joy in each day is sorrowful. It is saddening for the soul. I have so much to feel grateful for, but I do not feel it. I am blinded by it. I don’t appreciate my freedom because my heart...
Monday 13th January 2020 11:24 pm
Also by Nic:
I wake up | Harmony | Pain |Afraid Of the Dark
How many times must I rinse off the moon
And unpeel the stars from my skin?
Have someone ask what were you drinking?
How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?
Try configuring keys into shining beacons?
I cannot see in the dark
Yes, blackouts steal my sight
But when finished,
I wake up feeling feverish
And fear ferments and festers
The night can be sticky
H...
Monday 13th January 2020 2:41 pm
No Sound
and soon the bombs won’t fall
and soon the bombs will start again
and soon the child will sleep
and soon the child will not sleep again
and soon she will put her arms around her father
and soon she will lay him in the ground
and now the screams of agony from the child
echo back with no sound
Monday 13th January 2020 7:11 am
Also by David R Mellor:
Nice To Sea You | The Sun coming through a murky window | A Threadbare Year |A part of me is gone
Tears running through my eyes without stopping
Im mad at you for letting this happen
On your birthday, i recieved the worst news, that you were dead
Best friend i know all those times you heard what the fuck i said.
You told me you were clean and i was so proud, I just wanted us to be clean together
Remember that promise we made of always and forever
But then your funeral came a...
Sunday 12th January 2020 10:12 pm
Also by Stacy Eskin:
Vance Adams 12/20/91-12/15/19, hes my best friend and lost his fight to addiction |What We Do
I remember when we first started dating
All I wanted to do was kiss
I has been with men in the past
But to me you were different
I wanted to treat you different
I remember the first time we had sex
it was right before we went to the movies
You made me scream
I knew from that moment I only want you
I remember when you used to stay at my house
over night because we ...
Sunday 12th January 2020 10:34 am
Mechanics
Everything in life
Has its place
Every person in life
Have their time
Don't hold on
When you should
Let go
Don't let go
When you should
Hold on
Don't panic
And fight battles
Which don't yet exist
Don't be defeated
By wars
That others believe
They have already won
Don't turn the fields
Of glorious destiny
Into battle grounds
Of failed misery
And remember always
That be...
Sunday 12th January 2020 7:48 am
Cracked Mask
I give a shy smile, a nod to acknowledge,
never allowing the world to see the ache
I laugh, a monotone ring to deaf ears,
denying the morose life that I lead
I wear a mask of many features, proudly
Actress of the year, accepting a false trophy
Hidden is the disgust that I hold against ignorance,
believing that no one could see the true me
Without notice, the stres...
Sunday 12th January 2020 4:35 am
Also by Dominique Lucas:
The Rain and Forgotten Land | Dire Consequences |Bar Steward Town 1 (for Debbie)
Bar Steward Town 1 (for Debbie)
What they did to Debbie was beyond compare
Anywhere else except in this damn town
A real lady came from afar to heal the sick
Persons unknown took her happiness
Did their despicable act and slew her life
They respected her religion by crossing her
But not her body by using two big knives
Two decades on the killers are free
Just s...
Sunday 12th January 2020 3:27 am
Thoughts
Deep thoughts are romantic
knowing what you are truly thinking
bad or good
wild or even insane
I wanna know it all
your thoughts is what makes you, you
I could listen to your thoughts all day and all night
Come on baby and tell me your deep thoughts
Sunday 12th January 2020 3:15 am
A Body In The Sea
It was a body in the sea
Grieving mother in the sand
A situation no one wanted to see
The blood add up soaking the clothes
It was an emotional affair she shouldn't feel
He was only 12
A parent should never feel this
I hopeless feeling so gone
How could anyone be happy
This was the saddest day in this small town
It was a body in the sea
Grieving mother in the sand
A situation no...
Saturday 11th January 2020 11:43 pm
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Terrorists | I miss my old poems |A New Year Meditation
Here we go again!
Twelve more months of winds and rain,
Of cereal bowls and coffee cups,
Of morning blues and getting up,
Chasing our tails in the hamster wheel,
Trying to understand the deal.
Here we go again!
Will it be different this time round?
Will the hamster wheel hit the ground
And take us to our promised land
Where music is made and we're in the band?
...Saturday 11th January 2020 7:36 pm
Friday Prayer
I was reluctant to go out
It would be cold, damp and boring
Just like yesterday and the days before.
I walked along the sea front,
Stopped for a mug of tea at Eddie's.
Then I turned back to the car .....
The sky had been obliterated
By lowering charcoal clouds
Beneath which, a ribbon of burning copper
Flamed along the horizon above
Multiple metallics of glittering sea...
Saturday 11th January 2020 2:54 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:
Haiku for Life |Deniability
But I'm better...
But I'm so much better...
It's been eons since those devilish little whispers were anything more than passing spirits ...or has it been but a moment
Today they are screaming
Today they are deafening
Today I feel them vibrate through my entire being
...I am scared....
I am terrified that once again the monsters within me shall chase away the light I have found
...Friday 10th January 2020 9:02 pm
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