Poetry Blogs (Feb 2020)
Everyone has their secrets,
some are just better liars –
they never show their weakness.
Inside they burn like wildfire.
Without a conscience you are free
from the torment and the dread.
It is such bullshit and irony
that Hell exists only in your head.
The walls you build imprison
keeping altruism distant,
from a life worth existenc...
Saturday 29th February 2020 10:33 pm
Also by Wallflower:Ice Queen |
With a flick of the wrist my journey begins,
Tipping and tumbling from palm to finger,
Chittering and chattering along with my fellows.
I am rolled and thrown; I am the decider of fates.
I have slain dragons and heroes,
Bribed thugs and courted barmaids,
Threatened thieves and solved riddles.
Three words can begin a fight.
Roll for initiative.
I spin through th...
Saturday 29th February 2020 9:21 pm
Also by Jacob Strachan:Winning | WE/ME | Memory | Masks | Thanks |
once so full of love
you’re the only one
I’ve been thinking of
pale blue eyes
black hair like silk
once by my side
My heart’s delight
on your tattooed shoulder
lay my head tonight
but you keep getting colder
Once touched my soul
a burning underscore
everything you said
fading into nevermore
And what sticks in my mind
and what I hope you’ll know
Saturday 29th February 2020 8:37 pm
Hands crept into the sleeve
as the buttons twisted
the shadow of cultural masculinity-
the callous cataloguing that jolts the collar,
I want to suppress fascination of scrunched stereotypes,
and iron the burns from my skin.
Saturday 29th February 2020 7:04 pm
Also by Hannnah:The Debut In Philosophy | Poems | The Spring Let Them Sing | Time | Being Human | The Thought | Fixation |
My confidence might be a house of cards,
And topple over with no safeguards.
My confidence might be a pane of glass,
And be seen through and easily smash.
My confidence might be a rare mink vase,
Worth much but breaks to a thousand shards.
My confidence might be a beautiful flower,
And crushed with just a little power.
But my confidence might be a bar of gold.
Strong and valuab...
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:08 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Wheel of Fortune | Rooms of the Mind | Controlling Our Lives? | Mornings | Underdogs |
What am I going to do
Sit here, crying for you
My heart is sinking
Deeper and deeper
My fears are increasing
Bigger and bigger
I haven't any clue
How I should myself rescue
From the bonds of evil
And also from the chains unseen
I wish it could be the end of life
So that I wouldn't have to suffer
Any pains, pangs and confusions
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:05 pm
What lies beneath or in between
sees little light until it seems
the black of night brings out its teeth
then evil comes from underneath
What is it in the minds of men
that brings out evil, mean and grim
is it in man's nature, hidden deep
that cruelty so often repeats
Where in the heart does evil lie
its commonness can't be denied
in darkest moods it is...
Saturday 29th February 2020 2:21 pm
Also by d.knape:In Memory Of | MAPS | New Car | Where Flowers Bloom | Canaries Flights Suspended | Like Spam | The Unexpected | Dinosaur Extinction ( For Mature Audiences) | Bodies | Cedar Trees | Oh Thoreau | Cow Sheds | Two Day Poem | Wash Cycle | Puttin' On The Socks | The Short Life Of A Pill Bug | CAVES | Fleeting Thoughts | Lemonade | High Blood Pressure | Second Childhoods | Dead Roach | Sorting Socks | Names | Retirement Village | Accomplishments |
In the cause of lightening up someone's day - read on.
A boy asked his Granny. "Have you seen my pills. They're labelled LSD".
"F..k the pills", Granny replied, "have you seen the dragons in the kitchen?!"
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:IN PASSING | SOCIAL MEDIA - A USER'S GUIDE | CHANNELS | YOU ARE THE MUSIC - song/lyric version | BY ALL MEANS | ALL HAIL MOTHER NATURE! | LIFE'S LOTTERY | GETTING YOUR WORDS' WORTH | BBC LICENCE FEE | TIME AND TIDE - A Post Brexit Viewpoint |
Is it a sin for your muse
to inspire mine,
provide momentary escapes
from loneliness, pain,
the daily grind,
give words to fantasies
of the mind,
connect soul ties.
It’s hard to believe
a God of love
would consider musing
If it is, that’s not a religion
to which I subscribe.
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Also by Vautaw:In Search of Mermaids and Lighthouses | How Do I Love Thee | Rescue | Kindred Spirits | How Many Times | Que Sera | Embers |
The Conference in Davos
Davos, men in classy suits, speak fluently
about the ills of the world-
They tell Greta she has to study economic
and coal will be phased out but slowly.
The young wonder why should they study
to get an excellent job in a multinational firm.
Davos, men in elegant suits, speak glibly
of growths, we don’t want more; we like less.
Saturday 29th February 2020 11:21 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:early morning | to be | unwanted affection | the actor | the land of promise | a socialist | the tower of hope | death knocks | culture | weights | a whisper in red | hot water crises | the old soviet union | from Russia with love | dark mood | the choice |
I have no secrets
And few thoughts
What I’ve held onto
Hasn’t taken off
I’m learning how to
Shut my mouth
Another few decades
And I’ll have gotten it
And you’re free to walk
Through my mind
Anything you like
You could even stay
For a while
And the colors are bright
I have no secrets
And they’re not here
When I’m alone
They get too close
Saturday 29th February 2020 11:15 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:More Blood | People Are Messy |
Some roads lead nowhere
But without a sign to tell us otherwise, we will travel down them
Until we arrive at the cliff edge, the end of the road
There is no road ahead that will lead me to safety
Part of me knew that this is how it ought to be
Not a raging thunderstorm each night
Leaving me awake and tearful for the next clap of thun...
Saturday 29th February 2020 10:59 am
Also by Cait Abbott:The Ways | Simplicity | Lock and Key | Outside of my Window | Surrender | In Dreams | Recipe for Recovery | Work in Progress |
The Archive Monster's Coming
The Archive Monster's coming
Quickly, you me read
Don't worry though, my poet will
Continue with my breed
Don Matthews 29 February 2020
Saturday 29th February 2020 8:11 am
Also by Don Matthews:Oh Little Poem With Two Days Left | A Strange Happening | The Singer and the Storm | Billy's Problem LMS | Did You Notice? | I Am An Offbeat Poet | G'day | Po' s Come Back From the Dead. Again. | LMS Update 19/2/20 | Silly 'n' Sad | At What Cost President Trump? | Update. But You'll Just Have To Wait | Did He Not Write Comedy? | Miracle Man | Dr Don At Your Service | God Is On The Web | Thalia Likes My Drumming | I'm Gonna Do a Blocky | I Don't Like Seeing Mine (and others) Constructive Comments Getting Binned. (we were simply trying to help) | Prosaic Hell | Circled by High Fences | Pamela and Jon Tie the Love Knot | Polyadic | The Journey | How Old Are You? | How and Why |
Slowly respired away
As these tears
Became my oxygen mask everyday
Saturday 29th February 2020 5:46 am
There’s a connection
A brief flirt
And before you know it
We’re going crazy over each other’s words
The list of reasons confirms you won’t be good for me
But it’ll make for some good poetry
We fool around, lift each other up
Take a drink from the lover’s cup
But watch out,
Don’t get in too deep
Remember this is only for the poetry
We circle around crazy ideas
The two of us in a be...
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:26 am
Also by kimberly:Spiraling | Down on Lovers Lane | My Songs | Lost and Found | Swallowed by the Shine of the Sun | A Love I Cannot Return | Empty and Nothing | Meet Me In The Rain | Sweet Pleasantries | Blurred Lines | Seeking Truth | Make Room | Calming Waters | Wait and See | Breathe Again | Countdown to Love | Getting To Know You | Awaiting the Day | Mementos |
At pool side then it
was I saw a girl in Oz
she seemed to wear
no coz – must check
with my optician it
seemed she may be
stripping. The rest of
this is censored – I
know my mind
adventures – now
where did I put my
dentures – oh blast,
her ass is resting on
them – a certainty
she’s cracked them.
Worth a pretty penny
– someone called her
Friday 28th February 2020 10:17 pm
Also by Philipos:TEMPEST | (untitled) | BUNKUM | SUNDAY BEST | WRONG LOCATIONS | MARKING TIME | MEMORIES OF MERSEYSIDE | SQUEAKY SHOES | (untitled) | NEWS ABOUT SHOES | HORSE AND CARTER | LOST SOULS | GLOBES | PROMISES | WARTIME MERSEYSIDE |
Twilight streams across the plain
Burning red to a dark blue stain
The breeze is slight
Just between my eyes
The barest cold cooling
But not taking the sweat away
I walked with no horse
I walked with no light
The moon was away
So only bright starlight
They spread above me
To my heart
Tra la loo
Oh, villians fair
Fare thee well
Into the night
Into the pale
Friday 28th February 2020 6:48 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:Saga of April Dark: Song Eight | Saga of April Dark: Song Seven | Saga of April Dark: Song Six | (untitled) | Saga of April Dark: Song Five | Collywog | (untitled) | Saga of April Dark: Song Four | (untitled) | The Gypsy's Curse Never Ends | Potholes | Saga of April Dark: Song Three | Orion | February is my New Year | The Saga of April Dark: Song Two | The Saga of April Dark: Song One | (untitled) |
a child of 9, i wrote from a 3
across the busy street
from my foster family at the time
the 3 was HIGH
i climbed it though i could not climb
i can't remember where i carried the notepad
wether crook or backpack but each branch ascended made me look down and wonder
why i was doing this
the cars that raced passed, the circuit trucks,
sent the branches trembling, goose...
Friday 28th February 2020 3:29 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:"Peacefully In Their Sleep" | The 31 Inversion | Jesus wanked | Ovel | God is a Gun | The pope Has Lost His slippers, The Red Ones, And his God-forsaken Mind Along With Them. | You Fire You | Synchrocosmos | The Drawing of a Poem | Circa Timeless | Siamesepoem | Lyra, I Barely Know Ye | Poem of a Proud Swine | Blame Is In The Eye Of The Beholder | Raped by an Angel | Trips and Traffick Lights | glassalg | Tripartate of the Question | Suicide in a Hall Of Mirrors | death to fruit |
Water is rising floods sent from hell, Corona virus too
Everybody pondering but there is nothing they can do
Global warming distroying our world it's not going to end
A disaster after another, no one know what is round the bend
Save the earth be mindful they tell us. Stop it getting worse
This can't be fixed by hand, or all the money in ones purse
How do you stop ice from me...
Friday 28th February 2020 12:13 pm
Also by The_Northern_Lass:Corona Virus | Yesterday | Sad Valentine | You | Valentine in heaven | Blow wind blow | Only In Dreams | The Northen Lass |
I was insructed to drive to the hospital on my own,
My throat was sore my tonsils had grown.
I was informed to arrive at the hospital wearing a mask.
On the car park a nurse was waiting to perform her task.
Faced by her rubber gloves and her disposable attire,
My body was in full sweat and on fire.
My temperature and blood pressure were taken through the window of my car,...
Friday 28th February 2020 8:08 am
Also by hugh:A balance check | A tight fit | A tribute to Caroline Flack | Harm on the farm. | Indicator fault? |
A strange sound
A string of letters
It doesn't make sense till you meet her
Krasivaya : beautiful but with strength, unique
But not even this is enough to discribe you
Friday 28th February 2020 3:53 am
Also by Zoëlla:I don't know why | (untitled) | (untitled) |
Son Of My Father
What did you do in the war dad?
I fought against Fascists, son.
And were you frightened there dad?
Did you want to turn around and run?
Yes, I was frightened there son
So, don’t believe the lies that are spun
About the death and the glory of war, boy.
There is death, but of glory there’s none.
Thanks for all that you did dad
Friday 28th February 2020 12:07 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:Making A Point | The Keeper | Flame | Bedlam | Dead Leaves | Withdrawal Method (When Being Fucked) |
Straight away I have morphed,
Love that it's quiet.
I caught the funeral but I was still horny!!
Maybe it will go away now,
disappear and let me be free.
But I'm in my 30's!!
Friday 28th February 2020 12:06 am
I am a pretty little schoolgirl
as pretty as pretty can be be be
and all the boys in the neighbourhood
go crazy over me me me
I met a boy on the internet
who said he was fourteen teen teen
He told me I was beautiful
the best he'd ever seen seen seen
He said that I was really fit
and wanted to meet me me me
so I put on loads of make-up
and sneaked off afte...
Thursday 27th February 2020 11:19 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:BOTANY BAY | A & E Night Shift | VIRUS : 2158 AD | Phillip Schofield | Council Flat in Haringey | When Your Knees Go |
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men.
'Ripple': Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter
If you open your heart to the misery
Of those who live without hope
If you learn to walk in another’s steps
And learn not to avert your gaze
If you give all that you have ...
Thursday 27th February 2020 11:00 pm
Also by John E Marks:Whimsy | A hex on you, a hex on me, a hex on us all | Dogfighter | The end | Lines | Inner city blues | Cancer | GENERATION 27 | Life is but a dream... | AMADEUS | Lidos | The stolen child | Marilyn Monroe reading Ulysses | Paralysis | BYZANTIUM | spring | Wish you were here | An orthodox fugue | The vanishing life | Such eloquent Graffiti | Sons and brothers. | onion dome | Dappled sunshine | Ripple in still water | The magnificent Moors | A charmed death | i.m. Pte Jack Prince | Early Spring in England | Labyrinth | Being here | Daily life | outfoxing the furies | from swerve of shaw to blend of bray | i.m. Vasily Zaystev | The Home Front | Lovers' parting | The rags of time |
Another of my hobbies is playing tennis
And I realized that's the opposite of writing rhymes
Because some of my best poems
Come from aiming outside the lines
Thursday 27th February 2020 7:04 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:OH, THAT GUY | I'M TOAST | GREECE SPOT |
Sing a happy song it won't take long
before your spirit lightens
brightens the day
Sing Sing a happy song
chase the blues away
choose to have a happy day
full of sunshine
By Lynn Hahn
Thursday 27th February 2020 5:09 pm
The pain that complexity feels at offending simplicity.
Dream of affectionate koi carp nuzzling my feet and poking their heads above the water. Memories of abuse feel heartbreaking.
Memory of listening to mad Franky Fraser talk with raptures of genuine joy about slashing a man's face up with a Stanley knife yet he seemed so simplistic and naive. I felt a pang of longing for the Báthorys a...
Thursday 27th February 2020 1:48 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Gospels Of Satan (work in progress) | The Ocean Dreams Of Gull Crying Dawns | Antonio Porchia | Staircases never end | Shrieking Nothingness | Honesty | Pure Petals Of Spoken Light | Tired and Weary I Exist like A Journey Without End | The Serenity Of A Peaceful Sadness | Statue Sits Longing For Original Love | The Fruition Of Knowledge Fermented and Drunk. |
My hobbies are thinking in circles
Signs of a melancholy mind
What a joke?
I don't what to live my life
Also I never want to die
So cover the sounds of kids dying
With a happy sunset all you like
Hope is hell
We all know death is coming
But this is my pocket of time
Nothing is good but the bad is mine
So see the lights why you still can
Thursday 27th February 2020 1:30 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Soulmate | Cruel Fate/Queer | This Isn't]That Kind of Poem[ | What is Humour? | Melancholy Death | Words of The Waiting Man 33 | End It All |
the world will always be a terrible place if you decide what's coming out of my mouth before I say anything.
Before you even know my name , you've already decided who I am and the min max of what I have to say.
and then we don't even have a conversation, you just scry keywords and wait for your chance to talk.
it goes nowhere
and when it goes nowhere, you consider that a victory.
Wednesday 26th February 2020 7:42 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:ashigaru I (02/14/2020) | Athings I see when I close my eyes 2 |
Are we being our most authentic selves and living authentic lives but only posting what we want the world to see? Using every resource to glamourise mediocrity and disguise pain? Authentic is defined as: “not false or copied; genuine; real.” And, my favorite definition, “representing one's true nature or beliefs; true to oneself or to the person." However ,these days our primary focus is on social...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 5:46 pm
when I was sat in primary school
bored out of my head
no teacher ever really got to me
I had daydreams only
occasionally they would be broken
on a rainy morning
when I'd see a mate strolling late
past the school gates
and I’d be encouraged at the sight of him
cos the day would become way better
than it had begun
there was a lot of fun to be had
even in days suc...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 3:37 pm
When old gits gather, talk always turns to nostalgia – the size of Wagon Wheels and Mars Bars, for example. A loose re-enactment of that Monty Python Yorkshiremen sketch.
At such a coven recently my mate remembered those pre-digital, pre-Facebook days of snapping a dozen photos on your Kodak Instamatic and taking the film to Boots to get it developed. You’d collect your photos two weeks later...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 10:23 am
Also by John Coopey:IN HIS HANDS | THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE | AND SO THIS IS BREXIT |
You could tell she was trying hard,
Which girl doesn't try to mould their own skin to fit in?
You could tell she was trying to impress,
But as someone who knew better, I should have told her to rest,
But she was trying to hard to make it,
She was going all the way to fake it,
And I could tell,
She wore the sheepish smile,
But I knew this act so well,
She was like me,
I am like her,
Wednesday 26th February 2020 12:34 am
From Mozart to Metallica,
and Brahms to Barry White,
the gamut of Britannica,
I change it round each night.
I close my eyes in ecstasy
when Slowhand plays guitar,
and Louis Armstrong’s legacy
just proves he was a star.
Young Elton too, he wasn’t bad,
and he could even sing,
but he was only just a lad
when Elvis was The King.
Sometimes I’ll fancy r...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 8:05 pm
She sits there her book full of latent codes,
a way of communicating so no-one knows
Rambling on my life, traces of a history unread:
a mind full of trash and misdeeds unsaid.
She's a pristine therapist, who hasn't lived,
expecting me to say all and give,
when I couldn't give a shit about her plan.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:You made me do it |
For many years I walked in shame
With my head bowed down not looking anyone in the eyes
Shame for not being good enough
Shame for not being wanted nor loved
I sat in darkness wondering if I would ever be able to find light
Sat there wondering, if I would ever be worthy or enough
Then a voice whispered in my ear, " I am here."
The voice got louder and yelled, " I am here."
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Jacqueline L Elias:I am African | Wait | Hard | Smile | What is next? | Numb | Dark Cloud |
Bottled up tight
blanked out regrets
hard to swallow
that lingers longer
than it should
stand tall again.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 4:30 pm
Toss the wistful dreams of men as coins into the wishing well,
That they perchance be answered as they land upon its bed,
Watch the anglers hook the fish that can't resist their skillful spell,
And cast their careful crafted lure to bob above the fishes head,
Pray the fish that's caught that day holds the essence of your dream,
Pray the patient fisherman who gently reels it in this ...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 12:38 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Taking Stock | Echoing Stars | Memento Mori |
“Where's the truth, then?”
coughed a scabrous beggar,
eyeing me from a Portuguese pavement,
“where is it, you faker, where?”
“Really want to know?”
I smiled back: “Try this:
“Truth lies, really lies,
through its teeth
lies like a clumsy dentist
who never hurt anyone,
pretending cleansing truth
lying underneath the pain.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 9:45 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Things Seen Less Clearly |
A poem from my drawerling,
to wit red notebook 1998
what is a nothingness?
solely an adumbration of
the voidness – forsakenness
an accustomary expression
an extinct volcano
– ad invinitum
the little animal
killed by the children
haply a starlet
- the dead
a ground of the bosomlet
the whole pict...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 7:33 am
An underwater house
In an underwater world
With underwater guys
And underwater girls
In a subterranean
take you by the hand
Their bodies gyrating
to water music
With a strong backbeat
you can shake your booty
Some of those maids
are raunchy fish
But not in it
for the money
If you get my drift
So if you fancy copping o...
Monday 24th February 2020 8:30 pm
Hush now little seedling
Don't be afraid of the dark
You're going to grow and flourish
I'm giving you the best start.
You're going to be so beautiful
and do such wonderous things
You could be a saviour
lets see what summer brings.
It's going to take some time
So be patient through the rain
You're part of a whole forest
Nature's whispering campaign.
Monday 24th February 2020 8:02 pm
Also by Natalie Rupik:Vengence | Goddess | Speak up little girl | Greenpeace | Perspective |
to hop on
head out of
Monday 24th February 2020 7:40 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:BOUNTY | SHIFT | GUIDE |
Away from home....
Here I am , taken far away,
Far away from where we stay,
All I know is that this is not home.
I am surrounded by strange,strange isles,
And home is far away many,many miles.
I lay on a strange pink I land,
I know that this is not my land.
In my home I want to lay,
I don't want another adventure today.
I don't want to be stuck in ...
Monday 24th February 2020 2:31 pm
Also by Creative Candace:Inner beauty |
Do you ever feel like you're the protagonist of a book?
Where the ending is constantly being rewritten and you're just waiting for the day that it's finally gone through all the edits and gets published?
But what happens if it's a novel that has 7 parts?
You might never even get to read the last written words or get to the final chapter of what you thought was your
Monday 24th February 2020 8:35 am
Depths of depravity,
Sickened dogs in the corner,
They die in peace.
To feel shattered,
In the waterless world,
Nile's gone red.
Wine in the hand,
And bible in the other,
We stand inbetween juxtapositions.
Something deep within,
You can't run from darkness,
A necessary evil.
You do know the ends of fog,
You mustn't see past me,
I am opaque against the facetious moon.
With each door ...
Monday 24th February 2020 4:02 am
Also by Alita Moore:Breathe | March to the beat of drums | Letter to sender | There's nothing more to be said | | Life |
She studied the picture one last time, memorizing each pixel that made up his face.
Her evenings were quiet and her mornings were rushed, but not a moment went by where she didn’t think of him. Oh sure, she found ways to distract herself from letting her mind wander, only each time she paused she began to ask “What If”.
They left things in such a strange place that she felt too apprehensiv...
Monday 24th February 2020 2:47 am
Also by Itsjustmedownhere:Growing Pains. |
Papa, papa tell me what you see?
Yellow eyes my boy, ugly grinning teeth.
Quickly, quickly we must run and hide!
Tell me why papa?
For that is what, goes bump in the night.
When I am big and strong, will you show me where the monster, it sleeps?
Never my boy, it is too scary for me,
Stay hidden, stay quiet, keep your eyes under the sheets!
HELP, HELP a young man shrieks!...
Sunday 23rd February 2020 10:00 pm
Also by The Wicked and the Kid:Pointless | Weakness | Vengeance | Unanswered |