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 |
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 Jordyn Elizabeth: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 |
An unexpected and searing pain
I crumpled with an agonised scream
I was breathless with disbelief
I fell foward as others screamed also
People coming and going
A shot rang out in the distance
I am going to die here and now
These words rang in my pulsating head
I was turned on my back
Words of comfort were softly spoken
I prayed to God , Save me please....
Sunday 23rd February 2020 4:13 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Load of Luggage | The Voice of Integrity | An Afternoon Storm | The inner Sanctum | We cease to be | The Sounds of Night | Shifting Contrasts | Satie | Time Heals | Cut Adrift |
Jack and Jill were getting wed.
(Jack’s dad thought, Jill was nice).
“But, let me give you, Son,” he said
“some fatherly advice.
On the day, I wed yer mam
I nipped ‘er straight indoors.
And, being ‘t sort of bloke I am
I soon laid down the laws.
I boldly took mi trousers off
and told ‘er, ‘put ‘em on.’
She drowned within a sea of cloth...
Sunday 23rd February 2020 3:41 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:A 'Valued' Friend! | The Trouble With Nuts! |
Twisting and turning in bed
these racing thoughts
leaves me not knowing what lies ahead
My cuts run deeper then my veins
After the bleeding stops
I'm put into retraints
Who count's the days
I'm locked up?
When I get out
I cover the scars with make-up
Back to my room
alone with the voices
I'm left with only a few choices
Take the happy pills
Take the sleeping pills
To try and kill
Sunday 23rd February 2020 2:27 pm
Also by yaminah zurita:Psalm 23 With A Twist | My Jesus | Chasing Love | Suicide Trapped | Through The Eyes of The Bullied | Higher Power | Soulmate In The Air | Dear Younger Me |
The sights of ourselves still shape us to divide,
immediate response to the craves and madness,
we feel the way we feel but tonight it's you inside,
burried in the senses out of the lightness.
And days are still days but the trouble collides,
for all the reasons we chose not to revile,
and all our fears, childlish alike,
echoing through our minds, rejecting denial.
Stay where you are a...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 2:35 pm
Black is an absence of colour
defining an absence of thought,
so let's fall in love with colours instead,
dark sombre chocolate
and variations of dusky ivory,
forget what's in your head.
Can we dismiss green as one tone,
stand at dawn and be cheated of the light?
Should we be judged blinded of love,
allow fear to drive us to extremes
and into the arms of darkness...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:55 pm
Also by ray pool:THE GLOBE |
FROM A COUNCIL TO A CULT
The cult distraction shrank
To be fronted by a child
However choreographed not exact stamp
A child reasoned with into accordance
That child now the man
On his shoulders crashing down
Spotlight always putting off
Because then known child is laughing
The cheated distracted thanked
To be vindicated right to suspect
And kept chil...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:21 pm
Also by Aaron Murdoch:From a couple of years ago. Blogs being a lot shorter from here in |
So he is no one
In his story
Light of no sun
Reaches his glory.
Saturday 22nd February 2020 7:44 am
Also by Kritarth Jaiswal:To a beginning |
Heavens must be smiling to me, oooh love, like the graceful moves of a talented dancer, I must have touched God when I kissed a stranger on the staircase, could birds and feathers be a soft way of talking about love? Or should we consider butterflies beauties in fear of love, or the gut the guru of secrets of love and fear, but that's just a lustful heart, wishful hopes for an angel up above to...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 7:01 am
Also by mathenge mengo:Dear death | A storm of my own creation |
Once when I was younger,
I accidentally kicked my football
Through the bathroom winder.
My mother went ballistic,
And after slapping me about a bit,
Said if I ever did it again
She'd have my guts for garters.
I thought she was exaggerating,
Using the threat of extreme force as a deterrent;
But I was wrong;
For sure enough, the next time it happened,
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:14 am
Also by branwell kent:The End Is Nigh | Bad Chat Up Rhymes |
Springtime daffodils, crocuses and polished buttercups,
delicately scented fluffy feather-leaved mimosa.
February winter jasmine cascading yellowly
over southern sunwarmed stone walls,
an explosion of tiny briliant forsythia stars.
Hillside covered in cream yellow primroses,
with violets as mutual complement.
Sunrays stealing through shutter slats,
gifting a natural aw...
Friday 21st February 2020 6:21 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:The Gloss Has Gone |
I hear a knock upon my door
Afore I open it, I know who you are.
I know why you’ve come
and what you’ll do
I stand and bare my thigh to you.
You snap the ampoule
suck up its venomous elixir
The silver hypo needle
it’s contents courses
though my body
A trickle of blood
seeps from my vein
the only trace of you
Friday 21st February 2020 4:16 pm
Also by Paul Sayer:Sacred sacrament |
The complainers complaint
is a constant refrain
"Woe is me -points-
they're all to blame!
I'm squeezed in the middle
by those with no name
pity me not them
they're all to blame!
why don't they just send 'em
all off to jail?
give to me not to them
coz they want the same,
give to me not to them
coz they're all to blame
them paki's and blacks
them poles and the lame
Friday 21st February 2020 2:59 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Her Ancient Ruin |
No day is different from the next,
Every day is the same,
Agony, misery and pain,
But no one knows it but me,
Others look and still can’t see,
The suffering that hunts me
the cloud that drowns all
The isolation that keeps me astray
From others who want me to be OK
And I want to be OK,
But the blues seem to be here to stay,
Thursday 20th February 2020 8:06 pm
Tiny toes adorned with painted nails delicately set high above the creased velvet goldmine below. Perched a top the gentle slopes guiding you down to the very heart of her most gracious arch.
My eyes now firmly fixed on the very center of her bend. Soft, tender flesh.
A delightful garden leading down to the very soles of your feet. One hand wrapped around your big toe and the other lifting your ...
Thursday 20th February 2020 7:58 pm
Also by AstronomicalLove:Her Spot(s) | Missing You | 2 Year Anniversary Around The Corner |
Time is all,
dutiful,punctual,unforgiving and parsimonious.
travels a premeditated journey.
In between we watch tennis matches,
and controlled by the adrenaline.
Match ends,clappings do.
We grovel for own unkempt bed.
It was too predestined.
Thursday 20th February 2020 6:20 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:(untitled) | (untitled) | Formula |
Life with misses
Wednesday,19th February 2020
Nothing renders me speechless
not even injustice
but the breaking of promises
in day-to -day life with misses
how come I accept?
of a friend
who had promised me hand till an end
how can i accept the girl friend?
who was to join me in my dreamland!
now turned it into desert
with so much of an...
Thursday 20th February 2020 4:03 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Good site-bad behvior | Fall of final curtain | Always helpful | With an open mind | For the first time | For the first time |
Scream and fight,
oh little mind.
An endless battle
between you two
Always more than one,
never black and white
so you always fight.
Heart for love and lies.
Brain for truth and pain.
Listen to me I'm struggling!
Both of you take too much,
I can't keep up.
Fight for me and not with each other.
Fight for us and not some lover.
We need eachoth...
Thursday 20th February 2020 12:41 pm
Also by Minnie Cub:Liar | Remember Me | You |
The year arrived
Like a Quaker hangover
Where you need to get
To a chapel of rest
After another Tory victory
Didn't seem to be unexpected
In the way things seem be to going
"Hope springs eternal"
Said the poet / cripple
Try to stand up straight
Rebuild and start over again
Thursday 20th February 2020 11:51 am
He asked me if I truly loved him
He asked me why I was scared
He asked me why did i care
I wanted to tell him :
I dont understand why i care but I do
I wanted to tell him:
My little heart wont be able to take the love he craves
I wanted to tell him :
Everything inside me was screaming , fighting to leave , to be liberated
I wanted to tell him:
I wont be able to bear the weight of this...
Thursday 20th February 2020 10:59 am
Prisoner of war
catching a glimps of a memory through the window of the hut
an image of what was the memories of the blood shed of the battles that you won and lost
after the war....
Prisoner of war
standing with your number tattooed upon your flesh
you stand proud, no shame, tears fall
your ability too be, taken away
after the fires have gone out
your memory lives on after the war
Thursday 20th February 2020 10:32 am
Today was the day
You said goodbye
Left us in this world
You went above
Now watching down
You were there through it all
Seeing you glow
When your great grand kids were around
My kids sitting there on your lap
The joy in your eyes
Smile on your face
Now I write your eulogy
Thinking of all the times
Through the years
You were there for me
Thursday 20th February 2020 5:12 am
Subtle signs are showing
That springtime's almost here
Though winter wind still blowing
Birds sing with chirpy cheer
Trees standing there half naked
Grow costumes of budded leaf
Mother nature refills
That which has
From a cold hearted winter thief
Wednesday 19th February 2020 12:10 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Paper Hearts |
Not So White
Little Snow White's daddy died
Pretty girl cried and cried
Wicked Queen an ugly old tart
Sent huntsman to take her heart
Huntsman took Snow for a ride
But felt ever so guilty inside
Snow looked up and made her plea Huntsman said, ‘Go now! Be free’
He took his knife; he lit a cig
Then cut heart out of a pig
Snow White ran he felt good
She tripped over piece of wo...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 9:49 am
Also by William McKechnie:Mooving Experience | Invisible Illnessess | Valentine's Day |
To dive into the depths or be in the shallows of relationships..
To dwell in the past or to enjoy future's courtships..
To shine,dazzling in the limelight or be comforted in the lingering shadows..
To give in to the battle of egos or be steadfast as the pride billows..
To live in the lies of self hood or be in sync with one's true reflection..
To hold fast to the patterns before or be abandon...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 7:25 am
Also by mona s:Ebbs and flows | Charades - A Haiku | Nostalgia | Enigma |
Every one needs something to do . If it's only tying a shoe lace or putting on a shoe . Exercise keeps you going . Keeps you healthy . Keeps you sane . Your brain needs stimulation . So you don't just go insane . Think of things to do . Write things down and forever have your say . Fresh Air will keep you healthy . Just a few minutes of the day . Sit at the side of an open Window . To feel the Fre...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 6:19 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:Watch Your Step | BELIEVE |
Stay away from the light that is lime in gesture shining rays down.
Something told me that somewhere my soul is locked between word and issue; spirit and one noun.
I must say the thought lay tattered in sentences unraveling my evening into a dress torn...
But I will go anyways.
Who gives a shit.
I will go where tonight’s curtain of red will draw the stake from my throat, a...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 5:25 am
At my door arrived someone broken inside.
I could see in your eyes you felt scared and alone.
I held you in my arms and asked what was wrong. I listened without judgement and told you it was okay.
I told you I would help you without any expectation that I would be re-paid.
I offered without pause cause, I told you the last time we spoke I loved you then as I do now.
As time passed ...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 5:05 am
Also by Michael Rios:Broken bonds |
7 years without you, 7 years crying.
I've tried to move on, 7 years trying.
7 years of regret, full of self blame.
7 years of loneliness and all its pain.
7 years of pretence, of self doubt.
Into hiding I've been if love was about.
7 years on, where do I go from here?
7 more years of the same is my fear.
7 years of dreams of how things were.
Why didn't I show you love and care?
7 years o...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 6:33 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:The Void | For Rachel | Whatever Happened To Me And You? |
Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work
my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this flow...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:41 pm
Also by Shawn Garcia:splendid resplendence | War-paint | Matriarch | Chalk Initials |
When sun comes against all odds
And the colours of life just pop
Or when the rain falls
It falls and falls
And you wet your lips
With piping hot tea
With warm biscuit
Savour the crumbs
Cosy and safe
In the arms of a jumper
The padding of the sofa,
Like a huge hug
Or when your face aches,
Your stomach vibrates
Because you are fighting to breathe
Tuesday 18th February 2020 5:52 am
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:Anticlimactic |
If one were to live in the Sahara desert
Surrounded by skylines and dunes
Blessed with sand in abundance
What Idiot will celebrate Sand day once a year?
If one were to sail the oceans
Surrounded by water and waves Blessed with fish and seagulls every day What idiot will celebrate Ocean day once a year?
If one were to travel the galaxies
Surrounded by Blackholes and Planets blessed with the ...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 5:12 am
The soul does not give rest! Feelings demand an exit! For creative people, these are happy moments. These poets to express their inner state easily select the right words and rhymes. Lines flow on paper. For people who are not sophisticated in versification, this is more difficult. Wrong words come to mind, feelings are soon lost, and the result of labor sometimes seems ridiculous.
The magic fo...
Monday 17th February 2020 3:14 pm
Sowing seeds of love, betrayal we get
tell me oh God! whats wrong with this world
sorrow here and there, and misery everywhere
let me leave this world cause i can see no more
my eyes are hurting, my vision is blurred
with tears of pain,
afraid to fall i stand still here
wishing for the guiding hand that will make it clear
but the hand that come were short
and i have...
Monday 17th February 2020 12:28 pm
A Break in the Wall
A busker plays piano accordion at the cross
Incongruous or perhaps that’s me?
Here to retrace the steps
Of my ancestors?
Well…no not really
Unless they were Roman?
Where was I?
I have been here before
Oh years before
Resided a stones throw away
Walking the wall
There are ghosts along this wall
Of my own mak...
Monday 17th February 2020 7:54 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:Boots 3 | SO MANY WORDS |
Perception now distorted.
A deep darkness recognized.
Spent. She’s got you on your knees.
Cry for help.
Because she’s got you.
Fall; say’s she.
Wait; I know me.
I’ve got your soul boy.
Don’t speak your mind, boy.
Fall to your knees, boy.
Bowed, beneath swung teet.
Manhood now sof...
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:28 am
I climb the backs of all the heaped up waves,
the sounds coming off entice me beyond any instant comprehension - -like gusts of wind frolicking among the trees which have conglomerated in a long valley that stretches among the backbones of ancient mountains- -
I sense whispers dripping off the vibrating air, an orchestra of wind and tree limbs if you will, not so much a language as a feeling...
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:09 am
Also by Chaz Schoolmaster:Bicycling Through the Moonlight | Sedatively Meditative |
We all maze runners
the unchosen paths,
chasing the unrealistic desires
We keep on sprinting
fate follows us closely,
No time to look behind
No chance to stop and wonder
No sign to follow our destination.
Turning into an alley each time
we are caught by the unawares
"Is that my Cheese?": Fascination
"Ah! these thorns in my feet!": Gehenna
"Those never-ending alleys!"...
Friday 14th February 2020 6:18 pm
Also by Binte Afroz:An Unsung Tale |
Mama I'm sorry, please, can I just come back home?
I'm only 12 years old in these Harlem streets all alone
I don't know how to feed myself
Mama I need your help
It's so cold out here, I don't even have a coat
Mama why haven't you responded? On your door steps I've left several notes
Mama why don't you want me around?
My feet hurt so bad from walking the pave...
Thursday 13th February 2020 5:19 pm
grey joggers and a shabby top.
Pale faced with hair the colour of
caramel. What pose was this body
before being suddenly woken?
His thin frame is still pushing through.
Shivering; the hairs on his arms
anticipating the alarm of what is to come.
‘Sit down’, I said,
solemnly pointing with my head.
‘Your Mum needs to tell you something.
Best prepare you...
Thursday 13th February 2020 5:03 pm
Who would I be, were it not for my name,
But a wave upon life's endless shore,
Just a soul passing by for one round of the game,
A fool could not ask for much more
A moment in time is all we may see
In the bodies with which we unite,
So while you are here, be happy, be free,
And know that it will be alright
Thursday 13th February 2020 9:28 am
Also by Eric Berard:Battles |
In his image.
Stumbling through the chaotic selfish masses,
whose passing kicks and punches at honesty
destroy the desultory syntax that paranoia inflicted.
Curling the lips of the long kindred spirits.
Lips curling with semi happiness of nervous distrust
Lips curling with the comfort blanket of disbelief.
Brown kids looking at white kids thinking your a liar
Thursday 13th February 2020 2:07 am
Also by I'm not a poet:In his image. |
My absent comrade
A fickle and inconstant friend,
of whom I rarely see enough.
It’s within you my dreams reside
but without you, I feel rough.
You’re absent when I need you most,
then sneak up on me, unexpected.
Can’t you see, you’re broken and disjointed
when I need you to be connected?
But if we weren’t to meet again
I doubt that I could I cope.
Thursday 13th February 2020 12:12 am
He would be there every morning
Sitting under the railway bridge
Alone on the paving stones
Young, small, dark hair, very slight,
Faded ragged clothes . . .
Got any change luv . . . ?
Every day the same chorus, the same mantra.
Always on my way to work,
Passing him by.
There came a time when I gathered coins, silver, copper,
Keeping it in my pocket, just for him.
Wednesday 12th February 2020 8:00 pm
Hours spent listening to your voice
precisely chosen words
with expert intonation
I've laid with headphones on
naked and imagining
there is no separation
that you're beside me speaking
as my knuckles snake your thigh
You tell the story of your life
you’re telling my story too
How strange, how similar
Wednesday 12th February 2020 4:19 pm
Also by Tom Alexander:Books of Blake | Tourist Trap | Lend Me Your Light |
When people ask me how I'm doing I want to tell them the truth.
That my depression is the captor I can not escape from.
That my heart longs for the attention I don't sustain.
That my ears burn waiting for you to tell me you feel the same.
I want to tell you that depression has invited anxiety over.
Yes... that is the third time this week. Thanks for noticing.
Tuesday 11th February 2020 10:23 pm
Bandages constantly being placed,
Straight onto those voids that were caused
By someone who had no right to harm.
Wrap, tape, cry.
That's your pattern each night, isn't it?
When you weep because of your craving for love.
You do not understand it yet
But you do not require this person in your life.
Yesterday's emotions need to be wiped clean.
We are the uni...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 7:02 pm
Also by Beth Abbott:Wednesday Echoes |
Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:44 am
Also by alexis karpouzos:I MET A WORD - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS | I SAW A ANGEL ON HEAVEN - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS |
I don’t want to look up at the sky anymore
for it terrifies me
the stars have never been more than crumbs of the universe
laymen wish upon
and suddenly I find myself
tracing your eyes
and the bottom of your chin
along constellations complex
crumbs that leave a path
tiny pieces of you
that lead me home
Tuesday 11th February 2020 5:16 am
Also by Niharika Shah:Why I Can't Tell You I Love You |
Hush we’re not talking about it
We have nothing to say
No we have nothing to share now
Nothing can help anyway
We buried it deep you can’t find it
And we won’t let anything slip
I can’t even try to explain how
But I’ll try to give you a tip
Just walk away, what you don’t know
Can’t hurt you or anyone here
We smothered emotion completely
So now there is nothing to ...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 4:23 am
Also by Cathy:A lonely place |
The first snowdrops poked their heads above the parapet
An act of heroism in an unheroic world.
My eyes stinging with the freeze rejoice
On my island of green I stand firm
Surrounded on all sides by snow like ice
Sharp, cruel and threatening to break through the frontline
Of my black leather jackboots.
No joyful bird song shattered my military meditations
Tuesday 11th February 2020 12:40 am
Also by eve nortley:Dachau | Dachau |
There’s a rumour going round that street
Pushing past their little destinies
Caught short Shakespear relieved himself against the corn sheaves
The fox startled bit the leg of the harvest jigger
The painting has little time to dry, as poets' pens begin.
To take down a street of music, blended to new worlds of rhyme.
Underneath the moon
The rabbit did not sto...
Monday 10th February 2020 11:11 pm