Poetry Blogs (Feb 2020)
i found a stone on the ground at third Light
a blackstone blatant as a birthmark or
ley-lines from Dystopia
but almost triangular; old mist
hung in high night air green apogee
scrim from a chicken-scratch sky
this nano-scribes abound
these hills; the trees wonder blessed,
is the resting place of a certain ark.
it makes a sound
like animals when they kiss
or a stone skipping acr...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 8:56 pm
Also by Kealan Coady: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 | Love is an Alien | 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 | Sketches With Moondrops | death to fruit |
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 |
There's a place ten thousand miles away
where Britain's convicts were sent
but we missed a trick when they built it up
...we should have been charging them rent!
Wednesday 26th February 2020 7:24 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:A & E Night Shift | Brazil | VIRUS : 2158 AD | Phillip Schofield | Council Flat in Haringey | When Your Knees Go |
The howling of it causes angst
especially for those living in the
upper floors, who peer beneath
at ant like figures down below.
It wasn’t long ago the place was
built and now the blue and white
of flashing lights that herald police,
and fire responders to the 999 call.
In the aftermath of it once again
will then be posed the question of
who picks up costly insurance ...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 6:31 pm
Also by Philipos:(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 |
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
We are being played
wearing pixels like crowns,
pupils dilate to hypnosis
in search of other worlds
we ponder what form
the inhabitants might take.
The truth lies hidden
but convinced, we cultivate
the fiction and the false alarms
the visitors and the abductees
in plain sight, cloaked.
We’ve exchanged a ton of kryptonite
for an ounce of A.I.
Superman for an f...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 5:29 pm
Oh the joy
of a new car
as flashy as
a shooting star
the smell of it
much better than
one we had prior
puff out our chest
give it the gas
turn on tune in
hums like a choir
peek into garage
just to admire.
Wednesday 26th February 2020 4:19 pm
Also by d.knape: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 |
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
Let's you and me go
Together we go
Eagerly exercising inflated ego !
Wednesday 26th February 2020 3:23 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry: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 |
My eyes are turned dry
As you I haven't seen since a long time
My lips are parched chapped
As your softness It hasn't ever felt yet
My fingers are numb and anxious
They haven't touched you ever since you left
My soul is sick and crying
Everyday it builds hope which by evening stands destroyed
My mind is worried about your wellbeing
Thinking about our ...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 11:05 am
Also by Do.RoThy:Stand out!!!!!!! | Oops....I forgot the title of this poem😒 | Dinos dancing | RIP!!! | Bald and beautiful?????? | Reality bites!!! | Confounded!!!! | Clueless!! | I'm happy!!!!! | Flight of fantasy!!! | I can feel you!!! | Home alone!! | My favourite few!! | I give up!! | Magical morning!!! | Good night!!! | Wishes like never before!!!!!! | Sickness!!!!! | Only you!!! | Spring!!!!!! | There's time for everything!!!! | Franchise owner | So far!!!! | Sans life!!!!!!!!! | So sad!!!!!!!!!!!! | Unbreakable!! | Frustrated!!!!!!!!!! | Betrayed???????? | Inspired!!! | Return!!!! | Missing!!! | Cos.... | There's something different!! | Dear you!! | Criss crossed!! | Waiting!! (Tired) |
This little do dah is not to be seen as indicative of my state of mind - it is merely a first draft that amused me to write - and it ain't me birthday :)
I never thought I’d live this long
but shuffle off thoughts
of death by slow dying
it’s my birthday
it’s party time.
my black dog
has left me.
casting sly lo...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 10:49 am
Also by Rick:waiting in Coventry | lunchtime Oxford-logic | Oxford snapshots | in a Leamington Spa pub | happy-hour confab | last sitting |
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 |
Petals coloured beside the sunlight
solace to my eager eyes,
into the season familiar:
feet tracing the wet grass
soft and pacing, in the harmony of chirping birds,
liberated- for the spring let them sing.
Wednesday 26th February 2020 10:08 am
Also by Hannnah:Time | Being Human | The Thought | Fixation |
I’m writing a play about an older man who was helpful
to a woman crying in the street and he thought that
was the end of the incident.
At night a knock on his door, the woman wanted
to thank him and before he could turn around, she sat
on his sofa insisting on holding his hands and him
felt her hand was like a wet haddock.
He knew she mentally dist...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 8:10 am
Also by jan oskar hansen: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 |
The Singer and the Storm
The screen above the singer
Flashed thunder, lightening, doom
When suddenly, from nowhere,
Real lightening, thunder, boom
The rain came down in torrents
Electric circuits blew
Custom made piano
On stage, left all drenched through
All poncho'd and protected
The singer led away
OK, but just bit shaken
Another Elton day
Wednesday 26th February 2020 7:43 am
Also by Don Matthews: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 |
Songs of love and happiness
Erase all my feelings of sadness
Wipe away these tears
And all my fears
Nothing but blue
When I'm living with you
Nothing but blue
When I'm listening to you,
My songs of sadness
When I wake in the morning
You’re the first thing I want to hear
Start my day with you ever so near
Songs close to my heart
May we never part
I listen to you,
My songs of sa...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 3:23 am
Also by Mika: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 | Momentos |
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
I know not everyone can see it
The foggy window isn't would be
That bad if you opened it Hope is only a lie
So don't run for it walk
Until you can see how fucked up I am
Oh just so you know I'd give sell my soul
For night in the moonlight with you
Tuesday 25th February 2020 11:57 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Soulmate | I Only Sold My Soul For Her | Cruel Fate/Queer | This Isn't]That Kind of Poem[ | What is Humour? | Melancholy Death | Words of The Waiting Man 33 | End It All |
A hex on you, me hearties,
You pirates of romance
You scuffle, kerfuffle,
Remain curiously blank.
You contemplate carnage from a-far,
The TV screens flicker in your house, your car,
That's a fancy free-falling fact
Keep your job, no whistle blowing, no fighting back.
So, slink yourself down in your slough of despair
And convince yourself, the world...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 11:31 pm
Also by John E Marks:Dogfighter | Burning words | 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 |
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 |
I went to my bank to draw out some money,
The cashier was charming ,helpful and funny.
"Is there anything else I can do for you while you are here?"
"I would like you to check my balance please my dear."
"Here's your eighty pounds ,please will you sign,"
She gave me a push,"And your balance is fine."
Tuesday 25th February 2020 8:57 am
Also by hugh:A tight fit | A tribute to Caroline Flack | Harm on the farm. | Indicator fault? |
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
Tyson Fury our King, The champion in the ring.
He wins the fight effortlessly then starts to sing 🎤
A pleasure to watch The Gypsy King fight
Hold on to your seats tonight is the crowning night
Wilder had not a bloody chance to win this one
Everyone cheered as each round moved on
Third, wilder tired, fourth he was done fore
5th troubled Wilder thinking please no more
Monday 24th February 2020 11:46 pm
Also by The_Northern_Lass:Little Miss Purity | Snag Tights | Yesterday | Sad Valentine | Wales | You | Valentine in heaven | Blow wind blow | This Tree | Arthritis (This Poem Is About Me) | Only In Dreams | Someone Farted | The Northen Lass | Wood’s For The Tree’s |
An underwater house
In an underwater world
With underwater guys
And underwater girls
In a subterranean
take you by the hand
Their bodies gyrating
to water music
With a strong backbeat
you can shake your booty
Some of those maids
are raunchy fish
But not in it
for the money
If you get my drift
So if you fancy copping o...
Monday 24th February 2020 8:30 pm
Hush now little seedling
Don't be afraid of the dark
You're going to grow and flourish
I'm giving you the best start.
You're going to be so beautiful
and do such wonderous things
You could be a saviour
lets see what summer brings.
It's going to take some time
So be patient through the rain
You're part of a whole forest
Nature's whispering campaign.
Monday 24th February 2020 8:02 pm
Also by Natalie Rupik:Vengence | Goddess | Speak up little girl | Greenpeace | Perspective |
to hop on
head out of
Monday 24th February 2020 7:40 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:BOUNTY | SHIFT | GUIDE |
Away from home....
Here I am , taken far away,
Far away from where we stay,
All I know is that this is not home.
I am surrounded by strange,strange isles,
And home is far away many,many miles.
I lay on a strange pink I land,
I know that this is not my land.
In my home I want to lay,
I don't want another adventure today.
I don't want to be stuck in ...
Monday 24th February 2020 2:31 pm
Also by Creative Candace:Inner beauty |
This was copied and pasted from my friend's website the aphorisms are so brilliant that I wanted to share them here.
Antonio Porchia was born in Italy and lived in Argentina from 1911 until his death. All his writings (aphorisms) are contained in one book: Voices (the following quo...
Monday 24th February 2020 1:30 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King: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. |
I could fall in love with this man
and the way he brushes his teeth
the way he combs his hair
the way he cherishes me
I'm going to fall in love with this man
and the way he washes dishes
the tension in his arms, the concentration in his brow
turns me to putty in his hands
He leaves me speechless, this man
even when he dreams, the soft rise and fall of h...
Monday 24th February 2020 8:54 am
Also by Cait Abbott:Simplicity | Lock and Key | Outside of my Window | Surrender | In Dreams | Recipe for Recovery | Work in Progress |
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
In search of mermaids and lighthouses is where you will find him and me.
Seeking sea things sets us free from daily monotony, broken hearts, Advil bodies.
We thrift shop with childlike wonder, forgetting about adult things like settling debts, stagnant relationships, mortality.
Mermaids and lighthouses beckon us to dive into a green-flag ocean of time where life is sublime.
Monday 24th February 2020 5:15 am
Also by Vautaw:How Do I Love Thee | Rescue | Kindred Spirits | How Many Times | Que Sera | Embers |
Depths of depravity,
Sickened dogs in the corner,
They die in peace.
To feel shattered,
In the waterless world,
Nile's gone red.
Wine in the hand,
And bible in the other,
We stand inbetween juxtapositions.
Something deep within,
You can't run from darkness,
A necessary evil.
You do know the ends of fog,
You mustn't see past me,
I am opaque against the facetious moon.
With each door ...
Monday 24th February 2020 4:02 am
Also by Alita Moore:Breathe | March to the beat of drums | Letter to sender | There's nothing more to be said | | Life |
She studied the picture one last time, memorizing each pixel that made up his face.
Her evenings were quiet and her mornings were rushed, but not a moment went by where she didn’t think of him. Oh sure, she found ways to distract herself from letting her mind wander, only each time she paused she began to ask “What If”.
They left things in such a strange place that she felt too apprehensiv...
Monday 24th February 2020 2:47 am
Also by Itsjustmedownhere:Work of Art | 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 |
And here I am
In this dark
And there he is
Padded and on guard
I see his movement full of thought
I see his breath
Not quite soft
Maybe not tonight
Maybe he senses
All of my want
It's been such a long, long trip
Just once more, sleep
I remember when Anders first walked in
So tall and pale and dark within
The depth of eyes that felt too big
Sunday 23rd February 2020 9:40 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano: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) |
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! | A 'Snitch' in Time! |
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 |
Every time you greatly suffer,
And with your life be disappointed.
And you feel that there is no hope,
And all things seem so disjointed.
Every time you feel lost,
And ask yourself: What can I see?
And you feel that there is no future,
To find a purpose for being me.
When you feel the whole world mocks you,
And that it always seems so cruel.
When you feel you have no place in life,
Sunday 23rd February 2020 1:06 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Rooms of the Mind | Controlling Our Lives? | Mornings | Underdogs |
It helps to keep a distance
If it’s too late- call maintenance
They leave a mess; hard to clean
What’s worse- some will stain
People are messy
They will try to get inside you
(Don’t let them)
They will often go behind you
Bury them under work
Create distance with points of view
Be difficult they’ll learn
But not in ...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 11:50 pm
Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
At a pond,
I'd look down
With the wish
Signs of life -
Such a wish,
In the form
Of a fern
In a dish -
With nice fish.
(These days, though,
Are my wish.)
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 22nd February 2020 3:46 pm
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 |
Alone was a place I never expected to find myself,
But I found myself there.
And it was there that I found myself.
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:39 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Your God | Alice in Paperclip Chains | Truth | But Weary | Inventory | Limonada | Twelve to Twelve | Walls | To Prove Otherwise |