Poetry Blogs (May 2020)
poemagraphic on Smoke and Mirrors (A Letter to Section Twenty Eight) (7 hours ago)
I wanna be your only love
I wanna be your lovely friend
I wanna be your loving wife
I wanna be your silly old girl
I wanna be your sissy glamorous lady
I wanna be your clinging woman
I wanna be your love and yours only
I cant pretend not having any feelings
I cant pretend to be going away
I cant pretend anything that hurts me
I cant just pretend not being me
Saturday 30th May 2020 4:51 am
Also by Moon.girl:Alpha, beta, gamma. | Roller coaster life | Hands of time | Lullaby!! (Kid zone poetry) | Woodpecker's serenade | Thank you! | Moongirl.renewed energies | Moongirl.unclouded | Crazy thoughts vibrating | Moongirl.moon.light | Just feelings!! | Moongirl.waiting | Inside the little head | Divinely love | Dream visitor | Moongirl.commitments | As you like | Forgiveness | Death came knocking | Pandora box | Hold me | Darkest tree | Moongirl.cheerful | Love showers | Moongirl.power | Live your life | It's all in your head | You're safe even in pandemic | (untitled) | GPS activated | Whispering love | Jumblebox ideas | How can people be so fake | What can love do | Moon.girl.awaiting | Moon.girl- love n love | What next? | Farewell bells ringing | Once again | Middle of the night poetry | Hey happiness!! | Moon and girl | Moongirl.fadingaway | I'm still here | Thank you | Will survive IA | I'll wait! | Gratitude | Perfect date | Rejuvenating | There's a song playing in my mind☆☆☆ | The door!! Knock knock | Together forever!! IA | What it means to me? | Right or easy | Poets mind | Breathe!! | Smiling soul!! | Two and two is five | Help me! | Lockdownprayer | Moongirl.dreamweaver | Assessments | The swing | Moongirl.disappointed | Lockdown diaries | Love you moon | I wish to write | Lost dreams | Moongirl.onaseriousnote |
Stop blaming yourself
It's her fault the feelings felt
She doesn't know how to love you it seems
I can't help but want to be in your dreams
I hate her cause she hurt you so
Now you just can't let this go
I fucked it up its true
Now I just don't know what else to do
I need to find that special place inside
The one that wishes you had died
Saturday 30th May 2020 4:32 am
Also by Darkest sunflower:Hidden secrets | Mask of season lies | King size pain | Deal | Us | Whole lot of shame | Mirror heart | All alone | In between | Cuts | Dream or nightmare | Broken road | God what's normal? |
He looks he stares
He's kind and loving
His heart is pure
Strong and mighty
Can he love forever or
Will he lose his passion for loving
He wanted to reach for the stars, but his mind and soul wouldn't let him flow.
He was changing before his own eyes
Falling apart at once
Couldn't find who he once was or even who he is now
This man is lost
Trying to pick up pieces that has always been br...
Saturday 30th May 2020 4:19 am
Also by SuccessfullyAmazing:My mind | My Black is beauty |
Just three weeks ago I had you in my arms
I still ask for commission to take off your clothes
You said yes and my mind was peaceful
We were both naked in my bed
You wanted sex but I didn't
Now I'm lonely
Wasting away inside my mind
How could you kiss me
And think that it wouldn't Fuck with me
You Firefly as why I want to die
I don't have peaceful days I just have nightmares
Saturday 30th May 2020 3:31 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Whatever Happens, Happens | happiness | Sweetie | Melancholy Relapse | Lunar Eclipse | Space Cowboy (Listen!) | The Lonely Goddesses Lover | If you feel alone, look at the moon. | The Honeymoon Phase Is Just A Sentence To Death | Vengeance is The Best Motivator | Love Won't Save You | Routines | Doomed | Under and Out | The Quarantine Doesn’t Make It Better | Mother Day | Autumn Winds Twisting Secrets | You're Gonna Carry That Weight | Firefly Would I? | 831 (8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning) | Fifteen | Blue Cafe | The Longing For Answers | The Death | No He's Dead |
The evolving and metamorphosing of life
The birthing of ideas and innovations
The inspirations and visons that enlighten the simple
The voices that wakeup nations
Many run from this, hoping to stay in their old ways
Thinking if they run fast enough, change won’t come to stay
In vain they hold on to that which is obsolete
Hoping, yes wishing, they would just remain the sam...
Saturday 30th May 2020 12:49 am
Also by Mocosy:Sunsets | The art of communication | The Observer | Pieces | Beauty of maturity | Today | Sacred memories | Clutter | Saying i love you |
I can hardly speak but I will try.
My brain falls silent, still;
It is the dying of the light
When a ferment of tenses
Lead up many cul de sacs.
Lingering, a moonlight-figure,
Mirrors, the sparkling frost,
She’s gone but never lost.
Suspicious of the silence offered
Outside, all is wild, sky, the colour of blood,
Soaks up all I left, once, years ago,
On a barge meandering down the river
Friday 29th May 2020 11:48 pm
Also by John E Marks:Waiting time | Destitute | What remains | Premonition | Dogs who love the rain | Avoiding the Apocalypse | ANGHARAD’S DREAM | A Sweet May-day | Pebbles from my skull | Vignette | METEMPSYCHOSIS | DUBLIN, 1988 | Only love can break your heart | Anti-viral | TO THE CRAGS, WHERE EAGLES SOAR | Troubadour | WORKING GIRL | Run for your life | The decline of the west | The swan's last waltz | A quiet disbelief in nothing | Infant mortality | DOGS | The Pharmacology of Shadow | Charlie (2007 - 2020) | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | VICTIM | C. P. Cavafy: The last Byzantine Nobleman | NEVER FORGIVE - NEVER FORGET | AH! BRIGHT ANGEL | THE EGOTISTICAL SUBLIME | Northern Fells |
Draw your steel and wield it,
Let me see if I can feel it,
Let me taste it’s bitter bite against my flesh,
A chance to sample something fresh,
Rest your mirrored blade against my pulsing throat,
You’d best move quickly though, I wouldn’t stop to gloat,
Place your razors edge against my beating heart and swear,
That can see within my eyes as you hold it there,
A single sign of fear ref...
Friday 29th May 2020 10:43 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Old Dogs, Old Tricks | Singularity | Give Me Space | One Last Dance | One Last Dance | It Bleeds | Buds | In Summary | Once More | Metamorph | Still Hope | Blind | Punch Drunk | Rich |
Repitition was key
But never the key to success
The key to her chest
Was hidden in the black depth of her soul
Repitition was inevitable
Outsiders were impatient
And also knowledgable
About what was likely to happen next
Repitition was boring
A different mask for her to wear
To hide the recurring sadness
That she endured from his actions again
Friday 29th May 2020 9:24 pm
Say what you must
And do what you can -
That's my idea
Of an admirable man
Friday 29th May 2020 8:33 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:FINAL CURTAIN | DIVISION ! | PAVEMENT ARTIST | CAUSE AND EFFECT | GOODBYE PICCADILLY, FAREWELL LEICESTER SQUARE? | NEGLECT | DOWN BY THE MEWSTONE | FAT CHANCE (or "Only in America") | BADLY, MADLY, SADLY | OOPS! (or "Double the fun"!) | GOOD ADVICE | WHY WOMEN DON'T READ IN THE BATHROOM | V.E. DAY 1945-2020 | LEATHER ON WILLOW | OTHERS |
Hot and Sad
in one mind
hot and sad
don’t take my tea
don’t eat more
than two donuts
the stomach growls
sensitivities of life
cut like a knife
that’s what I like
the rest is too dull
going through our heads
the time to respect
all that development
Friday 29th May 2020 6:37 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Multitasking | Parfum | (I’ll want this back if we split) | Small Reveals | The Memory Drill | New Album |
When I set out my bedding plants
I garden in my underpants;
Cos now we’re all in isolation
I’m free from risk of visitation;
The only time my theory fails
Is when the postie fetches mail
Or Tesco’s Gill brings us our food;
She asked me “Why not garden nude?”
I told her she’s a silly twit -
There’s always chance I’d kneel on it.
Friday 29th May 2020 5:09 pm
Also by John Coopey:IT'S CUMMINGS' HOME | TALKIN' SAMMY'S HORRID DREAM MASSACREE BLUES | THOUGHTS ON BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | DON'T DO FACEBOOK ANYMORE | LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION | BEAT THE DRUM | BUDGICIDE | THE MAN WHO MADE MODERN BRITAIN | I'M REALLY ENJOYING THIS LOCK-DOWN | LOCK-DOWN | SIX WOOD WIZARD | FUCK THE NHS! |
A 20:20 Vision
On the one hand, it’s thumbs up for this lock down,
For hand on heart, I prefer a gentler town.
We’ve lost our human contacts, now back in touch,
A world for reaching out, with more time and much
Space for taking and for making stock.
We knead our dough, and minds unlock,
And saws are sharpened in this time of rest,
When breath and nature seem to teach ...
Friday 29th May 2020 4:22 pm
If only you saw they loved the smoke.
Know it were the shapes frolicking space
forming air they cheerfully choke on,
take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them
swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror
mist this muse with thick saliva
so together they can press lips.
in the dusk where ignorance is shade,
the same as she and he did.
Friday 29th May 2020 4:07 pm
Also by Hannnah:A Side of Me | God or a Vision? | This Stranger in the Room | Her Heart, My Heart | Photographs | Morscode (And Blue Tunes) |
"It is over at last",
"What is? What is over? What is finally done?"
"The war" one broken .45 revolver answers
" The war is done",
"Forgive me for asking", I timidly muttered, "but who won?"
"Dunno" he says," it's still a bit hazy but it was a good day for the vultures"
"War always seems to be a grand buffet for the vultures", I replied
"But look now the generals are celebrating, saying t...
Friday 29th May 2020 2:47 pm
Also by MortimerBlooming:Conversations with the angel of dawn | Sermons of A Turnip Farmer | Advice from a grave digger | The Waters Of Love | The Emptiness of the Full Stop | Al-Barr (The generous and most courteous) | Prometheus |
Away The Lad
When you haven’t got a friend
Or a carer you can reach
Then plan a family trip
To the better equipped North East
County Durham’s nice this time of year
Or so I hear them say
And simply by happenstance
It’s only my wife’s birthday
You see me and the Missus
developed a little cough
so we panicked and headed North
and all the newspaper can Fu...
Friday 29th May 2020 2:13 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Kneel | Death (XIII) | Tunguska Dawn | Label On The Bottle | Elegy For Days Lost | Fog | Those Low Down Bottle Blues | Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic | This Machine Kills Fascists | fly | Zoomnation | Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot | Cuttings | Heart Of Stone | For Whom The Hammer Tolls | Unclean | Wastelands | Casting Runes | A Second Changes Everything | Tank Man | Magyk | A Life | Some Words | Third Beach | Freedom At Last | Black Metal Band Looking For A Name | Experts | Mother's Ruin |
It has been two years today
Since I have had a fight with my then girlfriend
And, crying bitterly, I entered the living room
Replied to my father’s concerns
And let him know his daughter was dating a girl.
No wonder he hasn’t spoken to me since.
But, this poem isn’t about me
And nor is it about a cousin sister of mine
Whose phone was found in the living room
Full with smuts and gay storie...
Friday 29th May 2020 2:06 pm
Our Community Library will be opening Monday.
The following guidelines will be in place:
Only two people will be allowed in at one time and both must be in Hazmat suits.
Reservations must be made 4 weeks out, so that we can check your background in the FBI data base.
Patrons will be required to wear clean underwear.
Restrooms will be open, but no toilet paper will be provided d...
Friday 29th May 2020 1:18 pm
Also by d.knape:At Home---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Satchel's Poem | Non-Profit | Daddy Long-legs | The 6 Foot Rule | Prisoners | Wild Rice | Hand Wringing | Morning Rush | OWED TO SPAM | Old Man | Cliff's Notes | Non-Essential | Thank You For Your Order | Doing A Favor | Double Rainbow | Southern Fried | Keep Your Distance | In No Uncertain Terms | Expectations | Fear Of Wife | Doctor's Appointment | No Comment | STAY SAFE | Buttercups & Such | Morning Dew | POET PROTECTIONS |
Giant girders bent and burnt and
Crushed fire engines daunt the
Halls of the museum at Albany N.Y. the
Monumental fossils of
9/11 but what will be the
Bones of war with small fry that
Flew poker-faced into the side of our souls?
After the cover-ups and cock-ups and shifty politics and
Constructive euthanasia and
Plastic heroes what
Glorious moraine can grinding folly ...
Friday 29th May 2020 12:25 pm
Also by simon lucan:Nerves | The Visionary | Three Friars | Auntie's Clock | Key Worker | Badged | Venice Treacle | The Servant | Low Sugar | Grey Areas | Legal Tender | Mrs Todd | By The North Star | A Bruise On The Cheek | The Asylum Seeker | The Teacher | Safe | Escape | The Specialist | Underground | The Visitor | Hoard | Snake Hair | Snuff | Fear | Valves | Concrete and Bunting | Slapped | Peace Talks With The Virus | Bird Strike | Taking Stock | Ventilator Dreams | Pram Girl | Digging | Social Work | Memorials | Tutors | Two Sacred Stones | Longships | Mr Crotty | Tyred | Evening Class | Tattoo 1942 | Residues | Fourteen Cats |
I relish the sound of
English words – ones
which William Blake
makes sound serene.
Regarding one of which
I speak – what does a
‘Ferkin’ mean? I heard
it said, by a man turned
red, who’d lost his costly
Fountain pen, in Henley
where swans go upping
Friday 29th May 2020 12:00 pm
Also by Philipos:COMPARISONS | TURNING ABOUT | (untitled) | THE DICTATOR | FOLICULES | INFUSIONS | A SENSE OF SPRING | BLANKET COVERAGE | VERILY | SHOOTING STARS | A MORNING IN MAY 2020 | HARBOURED TALES | UNHEAVENLY CONVERSATIONS | RUSTIC THOUGHTS | SHRINES | COSMOS | AFTER THE GAS | SENSING A PRESENCE | OVER THE TOP | SHUTTERS | STARFISH | FLIGHTS | SEMPERVIVUM PECTORUM | LAST POSTS | SMOKE AND MIRRORS | BANDS IN THE MALL | FAIRY TALES | BUCKING OFF | SPARING A THOUGHT |
<he ends of an affair
a long maybe ten years relation with poem site
it has got a new editor who is critical of my work
finds it too brutal, left wing and not sweet.
My work is being blocked out and I~m is sad as there
is no point sending in poems that are no published?
Everything must come to an end ends in death or
divorce, pity really I have many friends there
Friday 29th May 2020 9:35 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the big lie | the disappearance | time is looking up | not a sage | dreamy landscape | Red Indians | indoors | the month of birth | sunday morning | like a painting | lack of women | from day to day | sweet revenge | when it rains | the wave | the heartland | hormones | the great change |
Your barest whisper at first suffices,
expanding slowly to an arc of sound;
each reticent phrase the horn releases
freights the air as a theme is found.
In dapper suits, expensive shoes,
you stand, your back half-turned to a crowd,
giving no more than what you’re paid for –
the music you make and time.
Friday 29th May 2020 8:46 am
Also by David Cooke:Miles Davis in Paris | An Elegy for Charlie Parker | Chasin' the Breeze | FOR HOWLIN’ WOLF IN HEAVEN | The Way We Were | Getting It Taped | A New Shirt | When Smokey Sings | John Martyn | For Robert Johnson | Aretha Franklin | Stereogram |
The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.
Time tells, no time and yet the essence of the moment is gone.
The heart yearns for just one more day, yet it still slips away..
The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.
Desire became a fire, in the inner most part of the mind.
The way a body clings to the soul, of another spirit in twined..
The sorrow of t...
Friday 29th May 2020 6:06 am
What this pandemic has done to the world
By shaking people's confidence and dulling senses
Has inadvertently led us into that awful rule
The law of unintentional consequences
Friday 29th May 2020 3:29 am
Also by Joe Marcello:TICK TOCK | YOU PICK | CONTROLLED CHAOS |
so enjoy my own company.
when i don’t go from laptop to phone to smoke
the minutes between
the fact that no one
no one can know
that it is only me sitting in the wind
only me listening to this all
only me thinking this
and i’ll let them in when it’s dangerous
but aside from that
i have a best friend
who never leaves
and it’s me
Friday 29th May 2020 2:12 am
Also by owen l.h.:(untitled) | just a sad teenager being sad | (untitled) | crying wolf | 'golden years' | 4am | insecurity | instinct | empathetic my ass | my reflection (was rejected by a magazine) | the first lonely moment without them. but more importantly, without something to numb the silence | (untitled) | BOOK RELEASE! | what will you call me today? |
it was past midnight
on a balmy night
I lay back
on a comomile lawn
there lay before me
a creamy feast for the eyes
luminous bands of stars
stretching across the sky
the charming seven sisters beaming with broad smiles
a five jewelled glistening harp
the northern cross disguised as a beautiful swan shimmering in the milky sky
the lion shining bright makin...
Thursday 28th May 2020 11:31 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:Just another lie | Busy rearing the young | Silence reigned in the end | Will we meet again? | Face to face with gentle giants | Uplifting walk | Life and death companions | What would you rather be? | Lockdown gift | No more | For love | Sonnet_ Love and Lust |
I got too comfortable,
Don't forget you're just a guest,
Take all that you care to!
Ghostly by night,
In the now crack of dawn,
The light glistens on the side of my pantry.
But didn't you see!?
This place known to little,
A weird and strange place.
It's hollow (I'm sure),
But the meaningless did wander,
And I feel nauseous at times.
But when the mountain sides goes rockin,
Thursday 28th May 2020 7:06 pm
Also by Alita Moore:My feelings are difficult | in wakes of the wave | Closer | untitled | forgotten |
The end of the world as we know it?
Early hours, I check the clock
A vivid dream has woke me up
Bizarre times, now par for the course
Yes, I‘m not dressed up, and I’ve nowhere to go
In a couple of hours it’s time for work
It’s like groundhog day, but in reverse
A bit of breakfast, watch the news
No daily commute, no traffic queues
So here we go, it’s back up the stairs
No need ...
Thursday 28th May 2020 6:16 pm
We are walking
barefoot on the grass
holding our lights
in front of our faces
A silent march of stars
searching for a home
on a dark night´s path
We do not know
where we go
we do not know
why we walk
We just look around
and only see movement
so we decide
to run ourselves
Take a break
get some breath
gain some strength
Let your light shine
Thursday 28th May 2020 5:06 pm
Also by Liam Osaneo:torch | need | sold | journey | clouds | friend | full | universe | burn |
The deejay from the UK had a really great time
Staying up all night, regularly
For days and decades
Not just some weekends and the odd holiday
Vitamin D levels were not optimal
Midday sunless UK
No talk of Circadian rhythms
He slept in the daytime
Still about, and now in his fifties
In the flesh and not Photochopped
He looks like something chasing Frodo in those films
A cousin of de...
Thursday 28th May 2020 4:42 pm
From being alive to reduced to a few characters,
A whole life condensed into a hashtag.
What is happening isn’t brutality but massacres,
By those who proudly serve the American flag.
Colin Kaepernick took the knee for us,
But George Floyd bear the weight of it.
He suffocated under 400 years of prejudices,
But they’ll never understand.
Thursday 28th May 2020 4:35 pm
Also by Charlotte Thomas-Rowe:The Diary Of The Coloured |
Sitting in a box
Surrounded by bouquets
Silenced by time
It’s too late
For someone to enliven these bones
Engage the masses
It’s time to say ‘goodbye'
Thursday 28th May 2020 4:18 pm
Also by kimberly:The Raging Heart | We Don’t Talk About That | Writer’s Block Strikes Again | Love Bites | The Wrong Kind of Love | Our Song | Separated Not By Love | A Story of Hope | Let Me Bother You | We Are Gathered Here Together | Endless Night | The Oak Tree | Revolving Door | Mr. Tomato | Retreat | Meeting in Solitude |
A sudden vivid flash electric blue
so swiftly straight more sensed than seen,
streaking burrow-wise from his grey branch lookout
over the dark olive green lake water.
So fragile no halcyon days are his,
unable to command the creek or river water,
and inexpert divers are the fledglings
often waterlogged and trapped in weed or twigs.
Suffering from our pollution-pro...
Thursday 28th May 2020 3:59 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Limericks for May 12th | Loved to Death |
Festivity around the scene serene full of cheer
Hullaballoo! Everyone wanted to be there
She heard the noise outside from her balcony
White shirt and black trousers she arranged her hair
The lady looked pretty as she tied her hair
Oh, how beautiful was the nape of her neck!
She went amidst the crowd
Danced and danced feeling very proud.
The fiesta continued there for s...
Thursday 28th May 2020 1:57 pm
Also by ai ou:I Have Gotten To Know... She Is A Witch! |
Chipper almost blasé, only
announced like a fisherman’s bag,
the insides of my eyelids blaze
pink in the early evening sunset,
the day is weakening, soon
the smell of supper
and the pithy grip of dry white wine,
that’s good to hear
it might be all over by Christmas.
© Graham Sherwood 05/2020
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:55 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Dreamwake |
telling the bug to do one...
sod off mr corona bug
your not coming in
cause i'm staying in!👍
looking out the window i see you lurking about 👀
i put two fingers to you✌ and say "sod off"
if i come out ive got a vacinne to knock you out! 😤😀
you been warned mr corona bug
dont treat me like a mug! 😤
there's thousands of people you've harmed already! 😥
now its time for you...
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:36 am
Alcohol sales are up by 22 percent due to lockdown,
As many in isolation their corona sorrows do drown.
Some have drunk more and put on a corona stone,
Their anxiety levels shot through the roof,maybe home alone.
Many due to enforced isolation have emerged fitter than before,
Taking advantage of the extra time ,exercising much more.
Regular exercise encourages the body to ma...
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:35 am
Also by hugh:Hells bells | Aya Hachem ,only 19 years old,R.I.P. | Back to school too soon!! | Written by a funeral director | Belly Mujinga 47 years old R.I.P. | Stay alert !!! | A neglected gift | Advice from a homeless victim |
sky blue haze
beds of green
please stay longer
back into heaven.
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:33 am
Also by Nigel Astell:My Goodbye Letter | Thank You N.H.S | They Say | Pie and Pint Cancelled |
Ten weeks on,
clapping for key workers is coming to an end
Clap your hands,
in appreciation, for their dedication we commend
old and young, women, men, girls and boys
Clap your hands,
whistle, shout, cheer, together make some noise
At the window,
by the front door, on the step or in the street
Clap your hands,
bang a drum, beep a horn and st...
Thursday 28th May 2020 9:29 am
Also by julie callaghan:Grown From A Seed in Lock Down | Lock Down Bank Holiday Let Down | When you see a rainbow | Shopping At A Safe Distance | The Lock Down Bank Holiday | My poinsettia | I worry too much | I really don't know better | I Really Should Know Better | Home from Home | Afternoon Tea | Heroes In Blue | The New Normal | The Tale Of The Year Twenty Twenty | RIP Poppy | Daffodils | Bluebell Woods | Colonel Tom |
~Black bodies stained red
By hands of those whom color has not dared touch
Black bodies left for dead
Destroyed, discarded, desecrated, and given to death's clutch
Black bodies have always bled
For the sins of those who are yet to be judged
Black bodies are hanging by a thread
Waiting for justice, but receiving none such.~
Thursday 28th May 2020 3:39 am
Also by M3RK:Nights in Neptune | What Do You See? |
When the night grows dark
And all return home after long day task
And the moon rises high in the dark black sky
Studded with stars creating a magical high
All the yester years memories creeps
Into the room where we are lying asleep
From the eyes, into the deepest mind
A dream grows into a reality keeping spell bind
The sleeper carefully speaks and play t...
Thursday 28th May 2020 12:15 am
Also by Jasmine k.:Just truth | Morning love | Just my thoughts for today | Isolation blue's and pink's | Goal directed pursuit |
Put yourself in my shoes
Try to imagine being me
Knowing that every decision I ever made
Was for the good of my family
But they were too stupid
Or ignorant to see it
So I’d been in the pub all day
But not drinking
Well… drinking, but not for pleasure
I was looking for work
If I didn’t go to the places where the...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 9:33 pm
Also by kJ Walker:The Devil Came To Grimstone Low |
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
Two lovers meet in Mayfair, that's what the legends tell
It was in the depth of winter and freezing, cold as hell
Not that Hells froze over
Global warming has seen to that
anyway back to my poem
and the day winter turned to spring
It was all because of some Songbirds singing
and someone cast a spell
I know that such en...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 7:14 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Our world is crying | Clouded Judgement | Let me out! | The Mad Hatter's Tea Party | ‘Without so much as a by your leave’ | The End | A mesage of hope and inspiration. (not a poem) | Oh! Death where is your sting? | Signum crucis | (untitled) | Unmarked grave. | Hades | May the forth be with you. by Poda | A poem for Jon | Tracks of my tears |
It was pitiful enough that I'd be running in anyone arms in desperation
I don't even know what I'm supposed to do or whom I'm supposed to be
It was a lonely road indeed.
In midst 20s when you thought you have it all figure out
And life smack back at you
Then suddenly you're lost again
People say you will figure it out
When its already too late?
Will I ever figure it out?
Wednesday 27th May 2020 6:29 pm
Even after some unremovable
I still crave for your love.
The painful wound is no past
but love can heal.
So why hatred?
come again in any form.
Wednesday 27th May 2020 5:24 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Believe |
A tall and wooden window’s open wide
And lets the early summer sunshine slip
Inside the dimly lit and narrow room
And draw few feeble shadows on the walls.
Beside the window stands a girl and looks
Towards a very distant place, away
From where she stays with shoulders brought in front
While arms are tightly held around her waist.
She wears a lively coloure...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 4:52 pm
Also by R. Neest:Isolation | River by Night | Landscape |
i will never think of you again
i will never wish to be with you
i will forget you with all my heart
i will move on, i will get over you
i will not pray for us to meet again
but before all these,
i will pray for you to be safe and happy
and it will be the end
Wednesday 27th May 2020 3:49 pm
I grew up in a swarm of 'farming folk' sayings,
Buzzing around my head like bees,
Pithy, pointed platitudes, remarkably philosophical.
'Life' observations, wrapped in catchy, common imagery
Like these three:
'Play in the sunshine, rue in the rain.'
'You planted your own row; now hoe it!'
'You reap what you sow.'
These expressions carried weight.
There were always ex...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 2:30 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Little Window Flowers | Ugly Faces | Still in Bed With the Big Three 'B's' | V E Day, 2020 | Lockdown Wall | See a 'What' Skin! |
It's September of forty-five.
We remember the dark months
when France was overrun and England stood alone
against the force of Nazi armies.
Soon Germany attacked Russia.
Then Japan committed a tactical triumph
and a strategic blunder: they attacked Pearl Harbor.
Our ocean fortress had been breached.
That Day in Infamy galvanized the nation;
to win, no matter what the cost.
Wednesday 27th May 2020 2:26 pm
Also by David F. Freeman:Victory Won! |
An infinity of white marble blocks is an eternity of bliss for Rodin and Bernini.
Truth serves no one but the end that never ends.
To witness the falling rain as a miracle.
Always a child always a student. All crowns represent me.
Wednesday 27th May 2020 1:27 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Infinity Cradles Spheres | I Regret Society As It Is | From The Egg The Yolk Of An Egg. | For Limos | Perfumed Flower Garden |
Bitten by passion
In forbidden times
Meaning is missing
As each hour chimes
Watching his body
Through a screen
Can a coin set him free
From this vending machine?
He offers a penny
Just for her thoughts....
' If you'd been some chocolate, I'd get what I've bought'
Wednesday 27th May 2020 11:44 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Behind The Mask |
“All I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme.” ~ Mark Knopfler
Sing to me
one more time.
Share the gift
of your romantic
You have the power
to light up the night
with a flick of your pen.
Show us where
and love begins.
Wednesday 27th May 2020 3:04 am
Also by Vautaw:Tuesday's Prayer | Gen Zzz | First Grade Pandemic | Forgetfulness |
If I could send you fragrance in a thought
click and send a perfect blend
with words and picture on the wing
to a blissful journey's end
then I would willingly sell my soul
for a magic ride on the juggernaut.
Tuesday 26th May 2020 10:17 pm
Also by ray pool:JIVE TOLKIEN | INSTANT HIT | WATERING THE PLANTS | IN NINETEEN FORTY FIVE | A MAN LIKE ME | CONTACTS |
Why making soup makes me feel so good.
There’s a joke in our house at the moment – “Two soups !” which, for those of a certain generation, will always bring back that magical sketch by Victoria Wood and Julie Walters set in a restaurant, where a doddery and forgetful waitress finally brings 2 soups to a couple, spilling all the soup onto the carpet on the way. Maybe we wouldn’t be allowed to p...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 9:56 pm
as if there is no fate.
Choose long straight hair
like a long straight road
from here to there.
Choose the easy life
however hard it may be.
At the last minute as at the first
as if the duelling pistols are identical.
As a baby turtle rushes
into the sea or into a wall.
Tuesday 26th May 2020 11:56 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Urchins And Has-Beens | Awaiting A Title | The Bard's Walking Blues | IN | Rainbows On Windows | The Deontologists |
Prayer and God Will Protect Me From Corona
Trump calls for churches to open – regardless.
“In America we need more prayer, not less”
Must go to my church coming Sunday
Mix close with the people and pray
To God who'll protect me and save me
And keep corona virus away
Attending my church is more important
More important than staying at home
My God will...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 9:28 am
Also by Don Matthews:Hey Don?... | How 'Bout Dat | Kiddie Writer Wanting Work | Trump. What Virus? | It's Your Fault Neurons | Impaired Driver | Missed Warnings | Anxious | That's the Way | Why Bother | Said the Lion to the Pig | She Screamed for Help but you did Nothing | My Tin Money Box 1950's | The Judge's Decision | I've Got a Problem | Missing Look. Missing Smile |
Players on the pitch
Managers in dug-outs
No fans in the seats
Everyone's been shut out
Happy to be replaced
By life-size cardboard cut-outs
Tuesday 26th May 2020 7:38 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Get the App | Back On Court | The Measure of our Freedom |
The next time you cut down the olive branch
I hope you realize that such a limb will not always be there.
With abuse, anger, and violence
That limb may fall.
Too fragile to support the weight of such a heavy soul.
The next time you cut down the olive branch
I hope you realize that such a limb has weaknesses of its own.
With threats, beratement, and indifference
Tuesday 26th May 2020 3:41 am
in a small town near the ocean
a man stares at the sky
asking for it’s answers
praying for it’s promise
we are used to knowing everything
but about the universe, we know little
all we can do is stare
and be drawn in by the discomfort of not knowing
yet appreciating the comfort of knowing it’s always there
I aim for the dark side of the moon
the part nobody sees or ...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 3:34 am
Also by Robbie Christian:Wedding Cake |
Melanin so dark.
Skin scorched by the heating sun.
Magnificent in every way.
The curls of your hair tell the story of you.
They speak of your resilience and perseverance when they forced you from the land of your forefathers to a foreign land, a land that is not your own.
Only to turn around and feel threatened by your presence.
Within you is a fire that burns bright, a desire to...
Tuesday 26th May 2020 1:36 am
Also by Maatla Mog:DREAMING |
It was one of those cuppa soup thingies.
Minestrone with croutons.
Really the lowliest of soups,
Not only from a packet
But from a little sealed inner sachet too.
A few particles of dusty substance,
Monosodium Glutamate enhanced,
Coming alive with boiling water.
But instead of putting it into a mug
I chose a couple of elegant white soup bowls
With fine ...
Monday 25th May 2020 8:42 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:Sometimes | A Poem For VE Day | Colombe - The Dove |
Those notes of silence in isolation in Spring
Carry further at night-time more than in the day
with the flowers blowing in the breeze
and the trees outside rustling in the court-yard
their beauty thickened from neglect.
Imaginary fowls that you would see in the fields
And the return of the birds once again
From their endless trawl down South
Are now closed like confessionals in churches
Monday 25th May 2020 6:35 pm
Also by Andy N:Homage to Harold Budd | The trees in lockdown | Life minus the subtitles | Turn the Tide | Hitching a Ride (II) | Face in the crowd | Temporary Freedom | Hitching a Ride | The Flowers |
You lie awake in bed with your eyes swollen from the tears and the pain
Wondering why you deserve to hurt
You play back scenes in your head thinking , " Was it all fake!"
The smiles, the love, the times we laid together in bed, talking about children, and houses by the lake
You close your eyes and tears fall down your face and you cry to God , " Please, please make it all go away!"
Monday 25th May 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Jacqueline L Elias:Wishes |
The seed he planted didnt really grow
He forgot to add some love and water flow
He just come at night to see the empty pot and go
While the seed he planted, was taken away by a Crow
Monday 25th May 2020 4:53 pm
Also by Ruvi Galhena:Blue sky |
The sun was bright
Gates open wide
And Esther was the one
I danced - you walked
I listened while you talked
It was not me who cried
You took the blame
And name in vain
I loved the way you lied
We kissed the kiss
And then you missed
That tiny fleeting smile
Your dress so white
Eyes shut so wide
The closure has begun
The stage was set
For mischief to be don...
Monday 25th May 2020 4:43 pm
Also by Greg_ari0us:M | Sapphire | Before we met |
[In hiding from his record company after refusing to continue commercial recording, Hendrix formed a collective called Gypsy Suns and Rainbow - aka A Band of Gypsys. After 3 days of endless rain they closed the show at Woodstock with an historical performance. 3 months later he died in London]
Word went out with little warning,
Its always calm before the storm.
A mass of biblical proporti...
Monday 25th May 2020 11:32 am
Also by trevor homer:CONTAGION [The Book Shop] |
Golden was the frame
That surrounded you
A beautiful scene
Filled with a magnificent hue
- Nature's canvas.
Centrally seated you
Looked at the artist
And drove the object
Out of the imagery
Created an image
Alive with strength
You and you alone
Noone else can be you
Monday 25th May 2020 9:29 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Faces | When will this vicious circle die? | The time to feel alive | Peace and Love | Wishing well, living full |
Everyone alive has a guardian angel who dries there tears
They hold them close even when I seems noone is here
But when I look into the sky I feel so much
When I want some compassion there's noone I can touch
Guardian angels are that warm feeling after crying
The thing that makes you stop and keep trying
But even though I'm alive I don't have this
I think my guardian angel d...
Monday 25th May 2020 8:48 am
Also by Zoëlla:Tick...tock |
Thoughts are funny
Thoughts are freaky
Thoughts bring pain
Thoughts bring gain
Neither here neither there
All we think we bring to bare
Thoughts we share
Thoughts we cannot bare
Though you do not say, your thoughts they always find there way
Good thoughts bad thoughts
All day we fi...
Monday 25th May 2020 3:14 am
To add more notes to birdsongs would – I know -
only mar the passing hearer's bliss;
to add another hue within a rainbow
but cloys its glory; monarchs little miss
if crowned once more for show; this scene below
is such the tools of art I can dismiss.
Tranquil it sits in winter's parting chill:
the shops and cafes of the village seem
drowsy with sleep; surrounding mountains ...
Sunday 24th May 2020 10:03 pm
Also by Christopher Laverty:Could I Cast Spells | Old Tales I Have Turned | Thoughts On Home While Abroad |
Wanted a Churchill.
Got a blonde workshy dandy,
hapless and fearful.
Sunday 24th May 2020 6:43 pm
Also by steve pottinger:Going Viral (with Teflon Dom) |
‘Mankind’s a wounded animal!’
The voice of the columnist boomed.
As though his mansion dripped with blood,
While a hungry predator loomed.
Down his way, though, mankind survives.
The van, sanitized, delivers
Deep-cleaned excitement on a plate.
Summertime: nobody shivers.
The odd spark flies and tempers fray,
But daily jogging keeps all tr...
Sunday 24th May 2020 4:43 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Bedside Days |
‘One Lung Dave’ is what they call him,
The man whose fighting cancer.
Breathing is a challenge everyday-
We all wish there was an answer!
‘One Lung Dave’ is what he calls him,
We laugh and all poke fun
His humour is his armour…
when he can only walk but wants to run.
‘One Lung Dave’ is what the doctors call him,
He struggles to breathe everyday-
Waiting for ...
Sunday 24th May 2020 4:37 pm
Also by JJ:Daughter |
Dreams are a simple way to make sense
of the past, often used as a mental grip
on the bafflement we feel
when choice engulfs us, not just hems us in.
Shall I become that which I know I am not?
Perhaps, an empty shell, I will be found out:
a shameful gambler like many,
and primed to receive his just deserts.
Or, better, to receive the same without regre...
Sunday 24th May 2020 2:50 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:Memoirs and Reflections |
Whilst others may be far away,
You've no need to leave your room,
For you can see and hear them,
Through a device that we call Zoom.
Zoom is a modern method,
Of which people should now know.
It is a common meeting place
Where everyone now seems to go.
Your meeting may be a one off.
You may have many in succession.
You might just meet one person,
Or have lots of them in a se...
Sunday 24th May 2020 12:28 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:On the Piano | End of Lockdown | The Happy Mermaid | Captain Tom Moore |
Ambitions burn within me.
they've smouldered for a while,
although the Reaper’s left his card,
black edged as is his style.
But I'm not predisposed as yet
to shuffle off this coil,
I've got a list of things to do
before I go sub-soil:
like make a mechanism,
enhancing life for all,
invent a panacea,
sorting problems large and small.
I'd like to be a pilot...
Sunday 24th May 2020 12:27 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:In Boots Like These | This Skin |
Anemones frizzled sparks beneath the trees
and bluebells rippled lakesides in the glades
the day Amelia Hamilton first breezed
into the woodland camp
sequestered in the shade.
Although no one had seen her face before
they felt she had been born to live among them.
Willing to muck-in with all the chores
the new recruit soon proved
more expert than the young men.
Sunday 24th May 2020 10:17 am
Also by Tim Ellis:The Forests will Echo with Laughter. Part 1. |
Incapable of tenacity,
My efforts become wasted.
No issue of bone density,
But one of sweet love, tasted.
Too far away;
It never existed.
Mere fiction to fill my day.
My face turns away.
That's just my way,
To fill my day,
Your head with 'promise me'.
Watch as I dance around meaning without capacity.
Please, no flash photography –
Try, but you...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 11:14 pm
Also by nightflower:Untitled.- 4 | Unsung Beauty | Shatter the Stone Duck | Untitled - 3 |
They walked out the door and the air was heavy
She felt as though she would suffocate as all the air was sucked out of her lungs
Her chest got tighter and tighter with every strained breath
She stood there as he began to turn away from her
Instantly a thousand thoughts ran through her mind like a spinning kaleidoscope
Bright colors, scents, feelings, and thoughts
She went back in...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 8:32 pm
Also by Kristy:What He Doesn't Know | Pouring Rain |
I will always love you. For the sun and the moon to know, to let the fear flow, to let the earth turn slow. Universe is for the lovers...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 7:52 pm
Also by Deb:Don't Tell Me | The Darkest Night | 21 Years | Do You Remember | Kitchen |
BEEN THINKING OF YOU
don't wanna remember
was more than
didn't mean to
cuz you were
didn't think of
Saturday 23rd May 2020 5:21 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:NO LOOKIN' BACK | LINK | IN THE I |
Poem 77 of 230: OVERCOME
Variety’s a spice of life -
Crucial to which is culture;
Yet, as the world moves further “right,”
Cultural destruction’s rife.
We’re taught the virtues of “progress,”
As if other ways are sin;
But, as we push ever “forward,”
Traditions are ever less.
Competition brings corner cuts,
So rivers are polluted;
And land’s taken, from indigenes,
For “progress” - no if...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 2:47 pm
Inside the straight jacket
she is constrained
last days before death
a lonely loss of freedom when needed most
I imagine her emotions,
tied up, held down,
panic spilling into every corner of her sterile camisole
inside the straight jacket
there are moments of clarity
a fight for recognition in a damaged brai...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 1:18 pm
Also by Hilary Walker:Human Touch | Casualty of our time (Coronavirus 2020) | Aftermath (Covid 19) |
A Pressed Flower
I had procrastinated for far too long
as it sat above the house hidden
to give it shape and additional room
Our loft was a chaotic storeroom
the unwanted added to the untidy
I climbed a rickety ladder aloft
into a cavern of perpetual darkness
with a solitary naked light bulb
With torch in hand I surveyed the scene
old suitcases, cardboard bo...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 8:25 am
Also by keith jeffries:This is my Country and these are my People | Seasonal Sensations | Do you see? |
Words cannot convey
exactly what I’m trying to say…
when in my mind, I see your face
you have something I can never replace
knowing the world’s a better place with you in it
feeling you near even though you’re distant
imagining you so hard you must feel it!
Close my eyes
and you’re there in the air
Nodding your head, you deliver
the music that makes me shiver
with your sm...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 4:35 am
Art Gallery, Stockport – A Tribute
It’s almost hallowed, the ambience
within your lofty halls
A kindly air of learning,
of knowledge sought and gained,
of shared imaginations
It is a place where creativity is celebrated,
where a passion for the arts
and a love of the written word
find their being
A serene birthing place
It is a treasur...
Friday 22nd May 2020 5:49 pm
iron in the wind, blood above the sun
a cube in 9 forms foments
old world chaos
with a new world Ninkilim
and thunder is no longer fractal but a
direct reflection of divinity
in the dirt as shown by Jove’s
quietly diminishing Eye
Jesus as Serpent and the 666
misread technology of the Spirit,
the Holy Ghost like weaponized Compassion
coming at you at 3 in the morning
with blood ...
Friday 22nd May 2020 12:51 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:The Nephilim of Croghan Hill | The Sound of Blood and the Left-Handed Moon | We Are All That We Are |
I forgave myself the hate towards me, thinking about constantly please let me be. The emotions inside of me not knowning what i please to be. Confused lost out of my mind holding through a thin line. Who am i. Cold , soft , forgotten, demanded, lost, who am i. With no one around my screams and nails on the ground who really was i meant to be.
Friday 22nd May 2020 9:14 am
Stuck inside my head with all the hurt that i have done
How could i have been alive when it felt like i was dead
Middle of nowhere is where i belong
In the open land not thinking about my wrongs
Take me to the place that i truely want to be
With the stars and the grass, the dirt and the trees
Giving it up, letting it go
Trying to face being alone, when i just want to pack u...
Thursday 21st May 2020 11:32 pm
Also by Stacy Eskin:The road to sobriety |
I was always a supporter for our govt. Whether it was demonetization or lockdown, we tried to find the good. But the plight of migrant labor is heart wrenching. The wailing kids, ladies trying to carry as much as possible with desire of reaching home. In anguish multiple questions arise, while such mass movement of the migrant labor happened during lockdown where was the district administration, s...
Thursday 21st May 2020 6:40 pm
In the distance,
I miss the scent,
and flutter of falling petals.
It’s too far to see bees,
but I must hope they are there,
chills watery sun
in unlooked for blue sky,
wasted on trapped townfolk.
but once improbable.
The world wait...
Thursday 21st May 2020 3:45 pm
Our race is lost,
what has won is our disgrace,
our race, is lost,
no other body be granted,
no more planet for us in space.
Our race is lost,
for now you buy your air,
our race is lost,
don't ever, ever, ever again state for children - you care!
DON'T EVER, EVER AGAIN.
Thursday 21st May 2020 7:37 am
Also by ZTK Space:To Capture (feat Mcrae, Brubeck) | Salt Of The Earth | Snow In Summer |
Before four in the morning . A chorus of birds . Singing all is ok and we're happy . We are Fighting we're alive . We're bringing you joy . We're bringing you hope . We're calling all others to feel like we do . Happy to be alive . Happy to be happy . Happy to do what others can do . Sing out loud and be Happy .
Thursday 21st May 2020 5:42 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:Keep Loving |
Two burning souls intertwine
Inhaling the scent of a starry night.
The taste of innocence diminished from their lips while greed lingered upon their tongues.
Her skin had the power to tease fingertips, thus provoking the smoldering blaze.
Feelings escalated from deep infatuation to passionately in love
One couldn’t help turning the shade crimson
Even Orion felt himself blush....
Thursday 21st May 2020 4:04 am
Also by Itsjustmedownhere:Just Another Isolation Poem | Who Am I? |
A summer's Christmas,
A winter's Easter,
Sun blazed reflections,
Moon chilled features,
Decaying bright shadows,
Renewing dark radiance,
Exogenous void within',
Lagging just to rush,
The constantly inconsistent,
Concealing joyous sorrows,
Being contiguously distant,
Thoughts resistantly flowing,
Nerves electrically static,
Wednesday 20th May 2020 11:20 pm
Also by Jared Harris:Life Is A Slow Death (God Please Help Me) | The "Corona" Special |
With pen and paper in hand
I write love letters to you in the early morning
When I know that your mind is still wavering in dream
When this conscious body craves the affection of yours as you turn over slowly in your sleep
and sigh against the curve of my neck
It is not easy to fill the time that you are absent
Meaningless tasks seem to pass too quickly
But from far...
Wednesday 20th May 2020 10:30 pm
Yes. Let’s take it!
Let’s steal this day
as if we’re delinquent,
Let’s run through poppy
filled meadows, tie daisies
into each others long gone hair.
Let’s hold hands,
skip and sing for it.
Wednesday 20th May 2020 10:27 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Antes de la Bahía de los Cerdos | Wisconsin | Breathing Lessons | Dawn Call Late |
A pig went quack with a Monkey on his back while watching an Elephant juggle,
a Tiger passing by in his plane was flying high and a laughing Rhino started blowing bubbles,
a Gorilla started baking the pie that he'd been making as a Billy Goat was brushing his hair,
and a Crocodile was painting a Zebra who was skating while eating a big ripe juicy pear!
Wednesday 20th May 2020 9:08 pm
Also by Lee Franks:A Monkey Wore Pink Lipstick | A Gorilla Wore A Tutu....... | A Letter To Mr Larkin | I Saw A Hippopotamus........... | Meet Me By The River | A Cheetah Ate A Pizza |
I really love my bicycle
I think that it loves me
Can’t cope without my bicycle
It’s part of me you see
The places I can go on it
The likes you’ve just not seen
I ride uphill, or freewheel down
Don’t ask me where I’ve been
I sit here on my balcony
Enjoying sunny days
It’s good to know that travelling
Is done in many ways
Now some may travel on a bus
Whilst others take the train
Wednesday 20th May 2020 7:04 pm
Also by Rick Varden:Questions and Answers | The Macho Male tale | Don’t Say a Word | I Wish |
On a hot summer evening,
The orange sun beat down like a relentless radiator.
And, there She stood,
In front of a cool, open refrigerator.
As a melody played ~~~
And, perched on her window,
A purple bird,
Her only spectator.
Flew across the street to rest under the shaded roof of an old grand theatre.
Where a bla...
Wednesday 20th May 2020 3:48 pm
Every story has a picture
And every picture has some words
Every word is dressed and spliced
Filed into lines of scraggly words
Strung and hung together one after another
To form sentences paragraphs
And sheaves of misbegotten tales
Drawn and picked out
Of the cold hard depths of the imagination
The aching hand of a straining chemist
Of beleaguered and brightly col...
Wednesday 20th May 2020 3:38 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Bully the week |