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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,

intentional abscission

from a life worth existenc...

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Also by Wallflower:

Ice Queen |

Act Natural

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...

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Also by Jacob Strachan:

Winning | WE/ME | Memory | Masks | Thanks |

Hey You

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Hey you
once so full of love
you’re the only one
I’ve been thinking of

Liquid smoky
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

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A Shirt

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.

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Also by Hannnah:

The Debut In Philosophy | Poems | The Spring Let Them Sing | Time | Being Human | The Thought | Fixation |


My Confidence

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...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Wheel of Fortune | Rooms of the Mind | Controlling Our Lives? | Mornings | Underdogs |

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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

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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...

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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?!"




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Also by M.C. Newberry:


Muses, Sins & Soul Ties

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 

a crime. 

If it is, that’s not a religion

to which I subscribe. 



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Also by Vautaw:

In Search of Mermaids and Lighthouses | How Do I Love Thee | Rescue | Kindred Spirits | How Many Times | Que Sera | Embers |


the conferance

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.

The ...

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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

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 
And take
Anything you like

You could even stay 
For a while
It’s cheap 

And the colors are bright

I have no secrets
And they’re not here
They visit 
When I’m alone

They get too close

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

More Blood | People Are Messy |

The Destination & The Journey

Some roads lead nowhere 

But without a sign to tell us otherwise, we will travel down them 

Without hesitation

Until we arrive at the cliff edge, the end of the road 

There is no road ahead that will lead me to safety 

until now 


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...

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Also by Cait Abbott:

The Ways | Simplicity | Lock and Key | Outside of my Window | Surrender | In Dreams | Recipe for Recovery | Work in Progress |


My fears 

Slowly respired away

As these tears 

Became my oxygen mask everyday

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For the Poetry

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...

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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

Jenny ...

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Also by Philipos:


Saga of April Dark: Song Nine

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
Singing true
To my heart
Tra la loo

Oh, villians fair
Fare thee well
Into the night
Into the pale
Depth o...

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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...

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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 |

Natural proto

Our World Is Disappearing

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...

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Also by The_Northern_Lass:

Corona Virus | Yesterday | Sad Valentine | You | Valentine in heaven | Blow wind blow | Only In Dreams | The Northen Lass |

Caronafloodsgodmother earth

Coronavirus scare

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,


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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

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Also by Zoëlla:

I don't know why | (untitled) | (untitled) |

Son Of My Father

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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


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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Making A Point | The Keeper | Flame | Bedlam | Dead Leaves | Withdrawal Method (When Being Fucked) |

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Deep breath.

Straight away I have morphed,


and re-arranged.

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!!


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Predatory Paedophile Clapping Song

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...

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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 ...

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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

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Also by Joe Marcello:



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 

not gray


By Lynn Hahn

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Space a Subtle Object A Fabric Of Nudity

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...

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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

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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 |

one in the chamber

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.


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Also by Zach Dafoe:

ashigaru I (02/14/2020) | Athings I see when I close my eyes 2 |

cowardsdon't miss motherfucker don't miss


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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...

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I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid

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...

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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...

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Also by John Coopey:


Miss Fitted - Poem

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,
She ...

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Who’s Next

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...

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New Therapist

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.

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Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:

You made me do it |

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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."


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Also by Jacqueline L Elias:

I am African | Wait | Hard | Smile | What is next? | Numb | Dark Cloud |

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A Tall Glass of Yesterday

Bottled up tight

blanked out regrets

bitter taste

hard to swallow

that lingers longer

than it should

dark memories

stand tall again.

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Bottle labelled empty

The Fisherman

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 ...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Taking Stock | Echoing Stars | Memento Mori |

The Truth


The Truth


“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.



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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Things Seen Less Clearly |

The nothingnesses

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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

from stone

or mayhap

the leaflet

fallen downward

the whole pict...

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Underwater World

An underwater house

In an underwater world

With underwater guys

And underwater girls

In a subterranean

homesick land

Where mermaids

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...

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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.

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Also by Natalie Rupik:

Vengence | Goddess | Speak up little girl | Greenpeace | Perspective |

growing seedgrowthlife and nature



slither in
the blind
changing shape
in time
rearranging in
the berm
tadpole losing
its squirm
dragging from
the rough
to hop on
the bluffs
head out of
the hudge
cues from
nature's nudge
breathe in
back to
root through
can't explain
the genesis
of a 
wings beat

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

What is time

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Do You Ever Also?

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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

"perfect ending."


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Conscious purposes

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 ...

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Also by Alita Moore:

Breathe | March to the beat of drums | Letter to sender | There's nothing more to be said | | Life |

Falling Alone

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...

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Growing Pains. |


Scared of the dark

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!


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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.


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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 |

Size Matters!

Size Matters!


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


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Also by John Andrew Nield:

A 'Valued' Friend! | The Trouble With Nuts! |

funny poemsfunny versehumorous poetryhumorous versehumour

Trapped in My World

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

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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 |

Entirety (The Whole)

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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...

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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...

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Also by ray pool:


Written last night about Boris Johnson! Wahey!




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...

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Also by Aaron Murdoch:

From a couple of years ago. Blogs being a lot shorter from here in |

Boris Johnson

No one

So he is no one
In his story
Light of no sun
Reaches his glory.

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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...

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Also by mathenge mengo:

Dear death | A storm of my own creation |

It's The Only Way You'll Learn

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,

She ripped...

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Also by branwell kent:

The End Is Nigh | Bad Chat Up Rhymes |

Joys of Yellow

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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...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

The Gloss Has Gone |


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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

sharply pierces

it’s contents courses

though my body


A trickle of blood

seeps from my vein

the only trace of you

that remai...

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Also by Paul Sayer:

Sacred sacrament |

HadesHellSheolThe Underworld

Brexit: just as it ever was


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
the unemplo...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Her Ancient Ruin |

Brexit: just as it ever was

Hidden Despair

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

Like pray,

the cloud that drowns all

happiness away,

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,

Robbing m...

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I Love Her Feet

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 ...

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Also by AstronomicalLove:

Her Spot(s) | Missing You | 2 Year Anniversary Around The Corner |

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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.


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Life with misses

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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?

the act

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...

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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...

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Also by Minnie Cub:

Liar | Remember Me | You |


New Year

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

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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...

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Prisoner of war

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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

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second world war

Rest easy

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


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Imminent Equinox

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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

Been taken

From a cold hearted winter thief

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Paper Hearts |

close to naturesoonspring season

She's Snow White

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...

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Also by William McKechnie:

Mooving Experience | Invisible Illnessess | Valentine's Day |

creativehumourpoetrywritingwriting poetry


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...

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Also by mona s:

Ebbs and flows | Charades - A Haiku | Nostalgia | Enigma |

Some Thing To Do

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...

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Also by Wendy A Higson:

Watch Your Step | BELIEVE |

...I Will Go Anyways...

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...

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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 ...

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Also by Michael Rios:

Broken bonds |

7 Years

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...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

The Void | For Rachel | Whatever Happened To Me And You? |

spirit assortment

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...

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Also by Shawn Garcia:

splendid resplendence | War-paint | Matriarch | Chalk Initials |

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Reason to Stay

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

Through ...

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Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:

Anticlimactic |

appreciatebeautychangedepressionhidden beautylifememoriesmental healthmomentsnostalgiapositivepreventionsuicidetomorrow

Valentine who?

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 ...

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How to learn to write poetry?

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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...

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let me

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...

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A Break In The Wall

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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?

Retracing steps…yes

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...

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Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:

Boots 3 | SO MANY WORDS |

#poetry #memories #Cheshire

Recognise me

Perception now distorted.

Tie-dye sky.

A deep darkness recognized.

Spent. She’s got you on your knees.


Cry for help.

Because she’s got you.


Say’s she.


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.

Spine liquified.

Manhood now sof...

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Musings of a Natural Orchestra

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...

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Also by Chaz Schoolmaster:

Bicycling Through the Moonlight | Sedatively Meditative |


We all maze runners
keep following
 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!"...

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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...

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Desert Rain

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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...

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Who Would I Be?

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

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Also by Eric Berard:

Battles |

In his image.

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

White kid...

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Also by I'm not a poet:

In his image. |

My absent companion

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.

I ...

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Got Any Change Luv . . . ?

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.


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Across The Fields At Dusk

Hours spent listening to your voice
carefully controlled
precisely chosen words
with expert intonation

I've laid with headphones on
naked and imagining 
there is no separation
no distance
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
manifestly different
but emotiona...

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Also by Tom Alexander:

Books of Blake | Tourist Trap | Lend Me Your Light |

When People Ask

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. 


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AngeranxietydepressionFuck Anxiety

There Isn't A Need

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...

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Also by Beth Abbott:

Wednesday Echoes |

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Poetry and creative writing by the philosopher and author, alexis karpouzos.

Actress : Martha mourouzi

alexis karpouzos on Amazon

alexis karpouzos on Goodreads

alexis karpouzos on youtube

alexis karpouzos on spotify

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Also by alexis karpouzos:



Hansel's Universe

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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

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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 ...

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Also by Cathy:

A lonely place |


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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


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Also by eve nortley:

Dachau | Dachau |

February 2020 Collage Poem: Don’t Go Down that Street

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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...

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