Poetry Blogs (2020, poem)
Nicola Beckett on BABIES (2 hours ago)
When you move east and west
With no time, no rest
At that, you come upon a big treasure chest.
It was made for you
With the next jolly clue.
It was made from no other
Than colors and sketch.
Your next move, it points to the old- new riddle.
But, to get the next move you
choose, but please don’t fiddle.
Very, very good luck on the
Thursday 26th November 2020 7:04 am
Would you still love your daughter if she was like me?
Would you give her love and affection?
Even if she was yelling and screaming and being mean?
Or would you turn a blind eye and just say
"Oh, she just wants attention!"
And ignore her cries for help.
Would you still love your daughter if she was like me?
Would you kiss and hold her and tell her everything will be alright?...
Thursday 8th October 2020 1:51 pm
The Black voice is electrifying.
Bringing forth worlds never imagined,
From dominions in Africa to mystical spheres unheard of.
Telling tales of majestic beings, kings, queens and the simple Black girl next door.
The Black voice. Telling Black stories.
We need Black literature because it shows
That our stories matter.
That our histories are worth sharing.
Thursday 8th October 2020 1:26 pm
As I stare out this window
down to the little people of the world
I wonder and wish
what if i was the beautiful tall girl with the blonde curls?
can I see into her soul?
by staring out this tear streaked window?
can I have her life?
and trade her these frightening memories that float around in limbo...
shes so radiant and thin
Everything that I am sadly not
Thursday 8th October 2020 10:03 am
He'd obviously been wounded by Shakespeare. He starved himself until he vanished into awareness dropping off a bridge. He knew you could chew your tail endlessy like a cur in hell.
Sometimes nothing feels safe so take refuge in uncertainty.
Stuttering eulogies and lisped seductions of a minor.
Prayer For The Mistakes: Tie the tourniquet tight. Let the pigs dine in the trou...
Wednesday 23rd September 2020 11:40 am
How are you?
A question worth a thousand answers
A thousand possibilities summed into one
Somewhere in between the good and the bad
Between the lines
Of the lies
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Monday 7th September 2020 2:55 pm
How has Covid changed the way you live? Your local community? Many, many ways, probably.
One thing that has changed for me, one that I didn't expect to change quite so drastically, has been access to a library. I have none, and I don't know when/if I will again, which is heartbreaking. Libraries seem a magical, free service to us readers, but money is still required to keep them going. And Cov...
Sunday 30th August 2020 3:56 pm
As I watch the waters flow
It calms my soul
As I watch the light ripples
My heart mirrors its beat
As they move to the wind of God
Going only where the Father blows.
Lord, let your living waters flow.
Friday 28th August 2020 4:44 pm
She has a beauty that shines from within
A light that never grows dim
Her candle goes not out by night
And the radiance inside her, ever bright
When the wind blows,
Her flame - it holds
She thrives, she sparks
She glows, she grows.
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Thursday 27th August 2020 5:04 pm
I’ve weathered storms that I thought would drown me
I’ve learnt to soar in winds I thought would consume me
Out of the ashes must rise a new Phoenix
Being refined by fire
Through it, I’ll rise higher
The flames provide the fuel
As I soar to my strength
Refined by fire
A faith that stands.
Tuesday 25th August 2020 9:47 am
For the feelings, the flowers, the fantasies.
For you, for us, for all that we were.
Innocently thinking that was all love could be.
I confused the falling for the force.
Falling was all about me.
Loving is all about you.
Baby, I'm no longer falling
But to you I promise,
I'll always be loving.
Monday 17th August 2020 10:54 am
I was born at twenty-one
Thrust out of the womb
Released into the newness of life
Born, at twenty one
Eyes opened to the world
Crying, struggling, fighting
Trying to make sense of it all
Yes, I was only born at twenty-one
Borne out of education
Borne out of society’s expectations
Borne out of comfort, out of the shield
Though I lived before
I was onl...
Friday 14th August 2020 9:26 am
sew my eyes shut
tape my mouth closed
board me up in a box
& send me off
attach the postage
drop me off
at the post
until i see you there
and i hear you say ‘my love’
and i feel you
next to my warm skin
until then, leave me here
Tuesday 11th August 2020 9:21 pm
something could have been done last year, now all is morally blear. go about with your day, just stay.
stay in that house with those people you can’t remember, merely a year ago.
i’m fine, sunshine, and i will tell you forever
it’s not me, it’s the world. once we change, she goes forth.
the universe moves without us now.
she will not halt, not tonight, nor wednesday. for ...
Thursday 6th August 2020 7:26 pm
that boat on the coast croons the waves
whisking a dying infant in
a baptist sea for saving,
brought faith in God to save them,
a baptist sea for saving.
I see them from sand afloat-
a buoy in the water with chance
and such a sacred body
might sinking be belief-
to then arise them another-
Wednesday 29th July 2020 6:08 pm
Today a poem of mine was published on Ink, Sweat & Tears, and it made me think about perception and how differing times can change the meaning of a poem, or strengthen it. My poem is called 'On the edge of the Arctic' and I wrote it before Covid-19 was even known about. It was a poem about the indomitable spirit of those living in extreme climates, based on my personal expereinces as a Shetlander....
Saturday 25th July 2020 9:35 pm
The ones that shine brightest
Only to disappear
And return again
But never in the same light
Never seen the same way
These eyes tell me, don’t look away
Before it too is gone too soon
Sunday 5th July 2020 5:08 am
Leisurely and alone,
I was wandering in a palace garden.
Flowers were completely gone,
But deep green
Summer leaves were fully grown,
And on each branch
Small birds were all the way chirping:
Seemingly for me a perfect afternoon
To be lost in poem-reciting!
Suddenly a wind arose,
When a human voice came to my ear,
Saying low yet rather vivid:
Thursday 2nd July 2020 5:24 pm
Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.
The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong.
Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back.
The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place.
I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around.
All longing for company, for answers that c...
Saturday 27th June 2020 6:26 pm
Only dew drops now remain
atop blades from the torrential rain.
The lightning strikes
lessen in succession.
But the dew remembers
from where it came.
Friday 19th June 2020 2:30 pm
Suicidal, reclining on a sofa
Gazing at his partner’s photo,
A handsome friend of mine I got
He was by an overwhelming love smote.
To optimize hers and his pleasure to trim
She opted suddenly to desert him.
Buddy, what weighs so heavily on your mind?
Get it off your chest a solution I may help you find!
“An attractive girl sweet-talked me into love,
She playacted as one sent from above.
But all of a sudden,...
Wednesday 17th June 2020 7:48 am
It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar
It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies
Sunday 14th June 2020 1:02 am
The World in Lockdown People's Poem is now online and free to read at:
Please give it a read!
Saturday 16th May 2020 6:57 pm
instances of mesmerizing glimpses vivify and lend clarity into an understanding of soul.
evocation leaves an everlasting mark as two twin flames embark from a space of divine love to create fate
meticulous minds pick a place and time, upon your arrival show a sign that's vital, gravity pulls us in for a kiss as our hearts meet.
my greatest wishes grant admission, a star is born and with t...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 9:05 am
occult curriculum, whispers of the ancients, leave for letting out secrets
oil lamp kindling catching flames; shining begotten light from passerbys
in between classes, shifting penrose stairs lead into underlying framework on occasion
halls lined with rooks adjacent and curators searching for a select
rites of secret passageways proclaimed, karma to the dark is just a means to an end
Saturday 4th April 2020 11:11 am
A trestle table set with content and classical elements
places a coven with arenose intent in a safe space
their minds set on causing change—present occurences canvass Mandala by way of effect.
fascicle circuits blitz and singe might-have-beens
washing away strands emblazoned in ever apparentness
accommodating silver lining fringe wherein proper golden ratio leaves
their genus' plant matter ...
Monday 9th March 2020 4:15 pm
How many times does it cross your mind
Maybe a thousand times
I’d rather have you near
Than only have your poems reciting in my ear
Sure, they comfort me
But most days and nights I need you miserably
And those heartbreaking songs
They make me feel like we belong
Despite the truth of our existence
I wish to be in your presence
So here’s another love poem
Sunday 1st March 2020 5:27 am
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
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
Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work
my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this flow...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:41 pm
in your essence I sense resplendence
could do no wrong by me, your personably impressioned defendant
your honor is what I strive for
it's why the day turns to night, sun and moon argue back and forth
fight about what's wrong and who's right, tug of war
light bends but doesn't break, shines through the prism, and is perceived in different waves
I met you once but my memory is starting to fade...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:38 pm
Teacher stood Saying Marie converse in verse 😳
Eh said I, This class is hell its the worse
I can't write or talk Petry and all that crap stuff
bugger this I thought I've had just about enough
I went to toilet then ran all way home that day
I hate bloody poetry, not doing it, no way😒
Next day on detention I had to write a verse
I tried saying I was ill, I needed the school nu...
Wednesday 5th February 2020 10:52 pm
Because I wrote it dont judge, its not me
I wrote lots about the killer look i am still free
A poem calls out in my head
I write fast flowing then put it to bed
Any subject i am known to write
From love in an disused mine
To the ups and downs of a swine
Read me enjoy me but please
Its not me, i just like to tease
Enjoy the poem dont take it to heart
As specially ...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 11:07 am
Drowning in the Drought
At times I drip with poetry
The words simply pour out of me
A flow it seems no dam could ever stop
Until, I’m drowning in the drought
A flood of tears and mere self-doubt
That withers, in the barn, my finest crop.
Friday 17th January 2020 6:13 am
Through the cuts of snares, nothing to rest till the evening swallows, these counterband thoughts, so wicked and hollow, that they make my heart full of pulse and out they go and strums the kingdom of never coming down boost, never to be me
so chased by gates that alter the heights, and by memories that sweep, or of a different time, whichever came first, only I was speeding against the horns o...
Friday 3rd January 2020 1:36 pm