Poetry Blogs (2020)
BETTER OUR 'MORRO
You wake me up sparrow,
Early in the morning.
With your clarion call,
Which comes out chirping.
Above bed's window panes,
You prepared your nest.
But you're never seen in it,
Taking some rest.
On the contrary you're seen,
Busy in bringing hay.
To make the nest strong,
All the whole day.
After some days,
You're seen feeding your littles.
With incessant Increase,
Thursday 9th July 2020 3:46 am
Also by DR. MUKUND BHANDARI:Obtain the Face of Oversoul |
that you didn't get
to see me,
hidden in my outzise
and dripping entrails
on your dress
Maybe the melody
we sought to wove
was always supposed
to end in knots
and I'd go crawling over
lifting and putting down
the bricks you threw
with its own symbol,
'FAO', for the suit outside
Thursday 9th July 2020 12:39 am
Also by David Blake:Scrap Philosophy |
Today I saw a killer shark
Playing in our local park,
Climbing up the climbing frame and sliding down the slide,
When bravely I approached with care
And asked what he was doing there,
He answered, "I'm just passing time while waiting for the tide."
Thursday 9th July 2020 12:19 am
Also by branwell kent:The Secret Of A Long Life | True Story | Mea Culpa | How We Won The War | Body Language |
Remember when we were young,
On that beach in Portmerion,
Remember how you took me to Paris,
I was your angel,
We planned a family,
But I became oh so thin,
You tried to do,
My shopping for me,
Trying to feed me,
But you were so angry,
All the time,
I have cancer,
But they tell me,
I can live,
I was the one that got away,
Wednesday 8th July 2020 9:46 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:There's nothing to do | Publisher | Rhiannon | Fertility | Chemotherapy | Home and lockdown, | Awful Day | Sorry, | Checks _Day 15 | Help me | Be at peace | Lockdown, | The staff | If this is my only voice | Ex husband | No tears | Death | The Water song | Day 13 | For You | For Ste | Music | Day 10 | Signature | Young Victim | Day 6 | Bipolar | Spirit | Shakepeare |
I wasn’t there at the docks
of Merseyside – it was Dad
decked out in fireman’s garb.
His mate perished under an
imploding wall - Dad stored
images in his mind and when
demons came he took it out
on us – although he never
cussed – just acted strange -
we kept profiles low until his
ghosts had flown, rearranging
his mind, foregoing fieriness
Wednesday 8th July 2020 9:36 pm
Also by Philipos:NIPPING OUT | SPACE | TIME SIGNALS | HALLMARKS | MASKS OR CASKS | THORNBURG CHRONICLES | IMPACT | TICKLED BY ROSE | BLUE SKY ON WATER | LAGUNA | LOCATIONS | WARD NOTICE | A BLUEY FOR DON | ARUBA | DIFFERENCES |
were filled with
and he felt alive
today dark clouds
his tormented mind
a bleak future
and wishes that
he were dead
from cloud bursts
all his yesterday's
he shall forever
dwell in the darkness
created in ...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 9:27 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:A banquet spread out in the night sky | The mirror only now reflects | Monkeys filled the vacuum | A well planned return |
She liked the simple things
She lived her simple life
She loved her simple husband
She simply was his wife
Wednesday 8th July 2020 9:05 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Gym Bunny | After The Storm | Heroes In Blue | Lucky Cow | A Moment of Madness | My Purple Hat (Inspired by the original by Erma Bombeck) | A Ladybird or A "Beatle" | Should We Stay Or Should We Go? | It’s Raining Cats And Dogs | Attempting Poetry | The Vampire Virus |
Oh yes! I know they're up there
but the little !!!'s won't come down and out
maybe its because my name isn't Coleridge, Wordsworth, Dickinson
those poets that so many with very good reason rave the ! about
So, okay, you clever !'s
keep yourselves to yourselves
but one day I'll build the ( has to be )
longest metaphorical ladder in the world
and you lot can...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 8:29 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:Praising the old Masters | Dreaming of a dream | Those ever useful off-cuts! | Downturn | The old unanswerable question | Bombshell of suddenly imposed singularity | And in the right hand corner Leon ' raging bull ' Stolgard! | Back into the realms of madness! | Barefaced cheek! | Condoning devilry | A poem from the book of me |
"Bound for the City"
Growing up in this small village
Felt like a ghost watching his body being interned unceremoniously
I was detached from everything else that had a taste of joy.
Like a stranger, I kept on wandering far away
From the land, from the people, from their dwarfed dreams and shallow fears.
My soul was like a raptured explorer,
distant lands held p...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 5:42 pm
Also by Emeka Collins:"Conversation with an atheist Lover" |
Is it the job of a poet to comment on current affairs? Are we political? Are some issues facing us beyond the political? Just some of the issues facing poets in a world which is bufftted by crises and facing immense challenges.
Simon Armitage laid down the gauntlet on the climate emergency, effectively saying that it imbued everything we see or do, and MVP responded by dedicating our 2020 anth...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 5:41 pm
I have grieved enough
Let me have some fun
Times are still rough
May be a patch is enough
Green grass and leaves
Trees are beautifully seen
May be a park is good enough
Yet jogging around
It's time to let the gloom go
And let the smiling shine return
When the noon goes hiding
Before the moon illumines
It's time to rest on a park bench...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 5:37 pm
Also by Bluesky.girl:For my everything | Wishes renewed | Ruinous | Patiently await the hour | If | Uneclipsed | Crying😭 | Death | "My last love poem" | Not a poem 2 | Not a poem | Visitors | Don't go | Satiated | Broken trust | Droplets | Moongirl.in.nowhere.land | Entangled | Moongirl.thehulk | Soar to success |
Speak not a word
Wednesday,8th July 2020
Speak a word
that shall be heard by Lord
but speak not
if not required
words have power
and can bring storm by thunder
it may shower
from the rain over an earth
if eyes can do the miracle
for unnecessary things
that can bring unpleasant storm
your body language speaks
and that is...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 5:18 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:My sweetheart | Lay a wreath | Forgive them all | Hopelessness | In the true context | God is omnipresent | Real human beings | Beautiful reminder | Lifelike, bubble | Poets & readers | No place-lies | Words & inspiration | Where from? | Life self-confidence | So many questions | Human to err | Jealous poets-Poem Hunter | Mild aspect | Wrath & Anger | Father-with an alert eye |
c h o k i n g . . .
on unfathomable words
only a hint
it's not enough, I deserve
more than this
there's been something
|between the lines|
as we watch
it's not enough, I deserve
more than this
Wednesday 8th July 2020 5:07 pm
Also by kimberly:Unwell | A keen eye's woe | Deconstruction Site | Chasing Sunsets | Did I Ever Tell You... |
There is something in the corner of my room.
I squint to see it in the darkness.
A little boy is sitting on the floor,
Playing with a deck of cards.
I sit up and stare at him.
He sees me and...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 5:00 pm
Also by Isobel O'Donnell:The Fawns |
Common sense can be heard to beseech:
What has been done to freedom of speech?
Now the prisoner of opinion and offence
None of which makes very much sense.
Words chosen have to be - shall we say "foxy"
To avoid the wrath of the me-me orthodoxy,
Like the Hays Office that controlled what was seen
In days long gone on the cinema screen
When couples on a bed had their feet on t...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 3:43 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:SOME POETRY | SIGN FOR THE TIMES | RIGHT ON OSCAR! |
I am all powerful you could even say im super human.
My thoughts create my reality, my DNA reattached the proof is in the Schuman .
Abundance is my birth right and I wont take nothing less.
And as the law attracts I will receive nothing but the best.
Fore I know that I am GOD source energy at its core.
This time nothing can slow me down fore the past is the past and no longer welcom...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 3:20 pm
Say that we had many lives:
If you were to choose
Might you take the first to come-
Or would the last do
Wednesday 8th July 2020 3:16 pm
Also by Aj:Sonnet for Dread | Pantoum for the Birds |
In a dusky morning, the sun was setting,
Wanted to scream in a silent mic.
No more of this frustration, no more of this hatred,
Death was the only freedom came to his mind.
Listening to the people, listening to himself he realised,
Many a things don't matter, So does his life.
Losing his hobby, his like, his ego, his pride.
Losing his humanity, was what it was like.
'Try to stay po...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 3:10 pm
Also by Bhavesh Ahalani:Trapped | A new Family | To the best mentor he ever had. |
I dug a huge momentum out of the ground
so big it made grooves in my back and lanes
in my feet and people watched and shouted
approval, some clapped, I staggered under
its weight and did not see who I passed just
moving without buckling along streets painted
yellow and gold heading to where I thought
the gods might dwell, hoping to catch them in;
busy, I suspected, from bur...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 1:49 pm
Also by Clive Culverhouse:Shockwaves | Pagans | The Asked Man | Let’s Escape Tonight | The Pact | If The Flames |
I want to know haw you see me
Do you see my stomach at first is that how you see me
or is the little bit of fat on my chin is that how you see me
Is it my thighs is that what you first see of me
my chubby face is that what is seen of me
is it every crease that i spend hours of my day staring at, is that the part you see
in my eyes thats all i can see of me
and i need to know ...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 1:23 pm
Also by Youngdumbpoet:'it' |
In the morning
just before dawn
it is still dark and
still in pajamas
he makes a run for the paper
lying there on the driveway
like a dead bird that fell to earth
he hurries to pick it up
before a car comes
to catch him in its headlights
quickly back toward the front door
before anyone sees him
the next door cat does
he's been watching the whole time
Wednesday 8th July 2020 12:21 pm
Also by d.knape:Managing Your Beard | Free Speech | REFERRAL ORDER | Mirror Image | Wiped Out | Salt Of The Earth | BEING BRIEF |
The floorboards above
Crack like rheumatic bones
Late at night
The house groans
And wind whispers
Through the open windows
The curtains open
The lights out
The darkness presses
Against the window
A streetlight drops
White light on the path
I can see a pale moon
Crawling through the trees
A cat sashays
Beneath the porch opposi...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 11:36 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:Six Grandfathers | Marketplace | Spells | Old Vic | Needles & Thread | We Never Suspected A Thing | You Could Own An Upright Piano |
I was not very old when I first thought,
'I wonder how you tell the difference between
What we say it is from what it really is.'
With the concept of 'we' presumably 'people',
It was contemplation, not confrontation.
I was not bucking parents on principle.
What did I mean by 'say' or 'it' or 'really' or 'is'?
With such words the whole world goes round!
What did I...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 11:07 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Waking Up |
GERARD YOU ARE!!”
Not the most astute critique, I know,
but we were just fifteen. The Pink Floyd song
would volley from the mouths of my home gang
every time a panda car rolled slow
to cast a cagey eye on us then slew
away from those street corners where we’d hang,
and mumbling some Prog Rock lyrics wrong
summed all the in...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 10:37 am
I see them
Seeking a bluer sky
Those streets seemingly paved with gold
A charmed life looked at from a distance
What about me?
I am grateful to waken this morning
Another day of possibilities
I make my reality
Wednesday 8th July 2020 8:47 am
Also by email@example.com:Tales To Tell | Some People | Observed On My Travels | Dragons | The Jacket |
A highly respected police officer was due to retire,
He had assisted many colleagues,his guidance they did admire.
Jessica ,a chief inspector,who spoke at his leaving party,was a great fan,
"I would not be in the position that I am in if it wasn't for this man."
The large gathering at his leaving party thundered with laughter,
Why? Jessica remembered she was 8 months pregnant after.
Wednesday 8th July 2020 8:39 am
Also by hugh:A knee change operation | Don't drink and drive | Didn't they dig well | A postal error | A thongful arrest | Don and the swan | A nice ride | Confessions of a fly |
Sunday sky the weather in the morning, please.
The night now battles round with wind and rain.
The storm plays devil with the chimney pots
The cloud descends, and drizzles down the drain.
Sunday sunlight needed in the morning please.
A swept and shining, breathless, briny sky.
Darkness is pressing hard against the window panes.
I dream of day bright, daylight, open eye.
Wednesday 8th July 2020 8:19 am
Melbourne's locking down again
Time to feel a bit more pain
Prior claims now look absurd
It's all gone quiet, not a word
Wednesday 8th July 2020 7:46 am
Also by Brian Maryon:SUBTERFUGE |
I saw the TV news the other day –
A man stabbed some people
In a park in Reading.
Those poor folk had died,
rushed to hospital in vain,
nothing could be done and they perished.
An atrocity and most probably needless;
horrific and unfathomable,
strange but yet too common
in our curious, sometimes violent society.
I wondered about what might drive
Wednesday 8th July 2020 7:02 am
A Frustrated Lover's Pay
Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India, July 08,2020
Once there was a day
you used to say
'we are one sweet flower,
without petals it seems sour'.
But O dear, you taught me today
love in blind must pay;
what kind of pay, I don't know,
just try to be blind once, it must show.
*This poem shows a lover's painful feelings. Here I try to show that.
Wednesday 8th July 2020 6:09 am
Also by Ujjal Mandal:Yesterday is Better than Tomorrow | Maa, the Maker of the World | Mother, My Loving Lotus |
These months of summer,
Just like last year,
I hear the melodies,
Of piano you play
And the music we listened to.
On this beautiful night,
Watching that one star
Hoping you watching the same star
From your end
I miss you.
One year is about to pass,
Out of the five years,
That you asked me my whereabouts.
I'm sure that it won't come back
Wednesday 8th July 2020 5:41 am
She walked out and suddenly felt all alone
She had opened herself up again when she promised herself she never would
He made her feel safe, he made her feel wanted, her made her get over obstacles, he made her a better her
Why then did she feel all alone again
She was tired of having to fight for five minutes, she was tired of the switching schedules, she was tired of no time at all...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 1:33 am
Wednesday 8th July 2020 1:21 am
one touch, two touch enough to get a taste
three touch, four touch enough to feel the waste
five touch, six touch i like you now
seven touch, eight touch don’t put me down
nine touch, ten touch this is a mistake
eleven touch, twelve touch is this really fake?
thirteen touch, fourteen touch i really need to go
fifteen touch, sixteen touch thank you for the show
Tuesday 7th July 2020 10:50 pm
Also by Brooke Addison:the bus | bodies (pieces of meat) |
My heart has gone through so much,
Just like soldiers on battlefield.
Wounds of broken promises and lies,
Just like wounds suffered by swords.
Wanted to lose hope but stood strong,
Just like warriors who stay strong till their last breath.
Tuesday 7th July 2020 9:56 pm
Also by Kashish Dawar:Journey |
No laughing matter
This is the tale of a dirty old geezer
Who tried so ‘hard’ but never pleased her
Well, he caught a cold one day,
And almost sneezed his dick away.
He sneezed on poor old Daffney Goff
Who almost cut his dick right off.
She gripped the sheets hard for awhile
Which made the old man grin and smile
Until his sneeze took its toll
Tuesday 7th July 2020 9:05 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Chariots Of Fife | Just a bit of fun | The Chameleon Poet | HeSheAphrodite | On-line Friendships. | Fools gold | Still |
The night slips away...
Minute by minute..
Hour by hour...
I hang on to the seconds...
Awake and entangled in your power...
The memories are too strong..
Emotions too ripe..
The moods are all there ..
Wrapping me up all night..
Till sleep takes over..
These thoughts cradle me...
It's like they sense the emptiness in me..
You are my shadow embedded deep in my soul...
But I still need y...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 8:56 pm
This nonsense about Killing Eve
Get on with it is what I say
I find it so hard to believe
Perhaps she flatters to deceive
She lives to fight another day
This nonsense about Killing Eve
It is a tangled web they weave
Not black or white but shades of grey
I find it so hard to believe
So surely someone can conceive
A way to bump her off today
This nonsense about Killing Eve
Tuesday 7th July 2020 8:06 pm
Swish coffee shop on swanky seaside plaza
It certainly entices, as his throat is parched
Looks right, left, and right again to cross
“Just inside here sir, table for one?”
He chooses to sit outside under plastic cover
It’s drizzling but no choice in the matter really
“Large skinny latte, shot of gingerbread”
“Suppose I’ll get ripped off" he mutters
Now, the real r...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 5:44 pm
black hearts with white faces
I rage to witness the
who rinse their devious hands
in that cold-blooded cauldron
the ‘bame blame’ cul-de-sac
littering ten-pin effigies
in no-one’s name.
© Graham Sherwood 07/2020
Tuesday 7th July 2020 5:24 pm
Fellow Baby Boomers will no doubt recall that rite of passage that was the Eleven Plus. For non-Boomers that was an exam every kid took at the age of eleven (as it happens) to determine your next educational path. Those who passed went on to the grammar school, those that didn’t didn’t. They went on to the secondary modern, and for the vast majority of the population that “cut” set the seal on th...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 4:59 pm
Also by John Coopey:BAME! | THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO |
None of us are wise enough to see the road ahead,
To understand each twist and turn we meet upon the road,
Even the river sometimes meandours from it's well worn bed,
And washes over barren lands where other waters haven't flowed,
It's a pointless task to ask what lies around the bend,
What lays beyond the sunlit crest of the next imposing hill,
The truth is you'll never know unt...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 4:38 pm
I serched in many objects,
In many ways
to find peace.
I searched even in your heart.
wealth ! fame ! charm !
All fade or prove fragile.
Then I closed my eyes and
Keep my hand near my heart.
And talked with myself.
The spring came from within
A pure bliss !
I was a fool in deed
to keep distance from myself.
Tuesday 7th July 2020 3:53 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Scar | And You... |
Nightmares amongst the field
Like thorns in a cotten fields
You pricked me hard to wield
I bleed out like a river
From the suffering you deliver
I was just a child
So free and wild
Until you got a Hold of me
Gave me scars left unseen
I have all this pain inside
Bleeding black poison from the child that died
You know the things done to me
Even though you won't be...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 3:02 pm
She didn’t follow the advice scrawled on the door.
GO HOME – IMMIGRANTS OUT!
Reverberating down the corridor.
A late-night shift, the lift broken and fouled.
Her bag, full of nursing studies,
Weighed more than she did.
Working hard to do her job, still just a kid.
The Marker-pen in a tattooed hand
Suggested he had been doing his.
They didn’t speak, so he didn...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 2:55 pm
Do people still fall in love?
Do they manage to tear themselves away from their phones
Do they manage to hear themselves over the din of shrill voices, opinions, suggestions, DIYs, hate, creativity and never ending updates
An assault on our senses, 24/7
Being connected, the data running out
Panic stricken, what's happening in the world if I wasn't updated about it for 2 hours?
Tuesday 7th July 2020 2:46 pm
Also by Ananya:Realization | Rhyme | Time |
The middle aged bike rider stops
Three feet away from me
Ignoring my salutation
He’s on his own
The teenaged boys share
Stories of fighting
They’re on their own
The city workers on their break
Eating sandwiches complaining
Are on their own
The retired white joggers
Without masks who don’t
Make way on the path
Are on their own
I’m typing this on...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 2:08 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Moving | Men’s Feelings | Young Musicians |
A shadow dims the shimmer of sunshine
warming through my window.
I squint outside
to see a flurry of hawthorn blossom,
swirling on the breeze
in glorious affirmation of spring.
I am reminded of
snow globes of distant youth
except that now
I am the one
behind the glass.
Tuesday 7th July 2020 12:31 pm
as we start
of an artist's
let me take
as the music
across the floor
Tuesday 7th July 2020 12:23 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:QUESTION |
It's sad and its sweet,
This angle of pleasure,
Besides a moon,
Of once day.
Yet the palisades break down,
With winter's ending grace,
The dark walls must fall.
It's strange to remember,
Before on lighter days.
I was more afraid.
But yet these things we call life,
And the dead inside the living,
Tuesday 7th July 2020 11:46 am