Poetry Blogs (2020, trust)
Nicola Beckett on The Man On The Bridge (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on The Man On The Bridge (5 hours ago)
There is greater evil in this world,
And greater good, than we ever perceive.
There is far more wrong, and far more right,
Than we ever believe.
There is only ourselves out there,
And whatever we imagine.
There is just our self to turn to,
To retain our balance.
It isn't what we meet in life
But how we choose to meet it.
It isn't what turns out in life
But what we do about it.
Monday 21st December 2020 6:44 am
I have the rarest flower
Growing in my inner self.
I first had to protect it,
But now it’s taken root.
Small shoots of green,
Surviving where was barren.
Little tiny leaves,
I have the rarest flower
Living, thriving inside.
Makes me certain, what else happens,
That I can survive
Just like it.
As I wait for it to flower,
With its petals unfurled,
I wonder what...
Thursday 10th December 2020 9:12 am
I don’t know where I’m coming from
and I don’t know where I’m going
if I don’t know this
what do I know then?
driven by insecurity
my mind tries to fill the void inside
searching for something that is real
getting trapped in the web
running in a wheel
make up your mind
and let the shit flow through
what’s important will stick around you
holding on to s...
Saturday 25th July 2020 8:27 am
Once I saw a dream
Of living in an open air
Full of freedom with colorful layer.
Having a sight to achieve a height
There comes a lover of a face with smile.
Never said, never asked a question
Simple sight made all the decisions.
Believing the person, giving up everything,
My life was trapped like anything.
Tuesday 7th July 2020 8:14 pm
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
Injuries are part of the tapestry of life
All of us mere bags of bones inside skin
Other wounds are more deliberate
Caused not by chance but by sin
A bruise on your cheek was the first sign
Make-up could'nt hide the contusion
When I asked you what lay behind it
You seemed covered in confusion
Another day I saw a scratch on your neck
You blamed it on the labrado...
Monday 18th May 2020 11:17 am
you`ll be fine
you’ve been through worse than this
mastered harder challenges
overcome greater obstacles
beaten bigger enemies
and never once
have you truly given up
did you truly fail to find your way
and do you know why?
Cause that little fire
burning in your chest
refuses to go out
and keeps fighting
and keeps going
and keeps you running
and keeps you winnin...
Sunday 10th May 2020 5:05 pm
The oak tree
Unwavering and sturdy
Tells us how to be:
Don’t break so easily
In the slightest change of wind
Climbing back through my childhood bedroom window
Landing on shards of broken glass
Crimson oozes slowly
As I pray each stab is its last
So much has shaken me since my first landing
Each step taken cuts deeper than the beginning
Tuesday 5th May 2020 10:02 pm
Coastlines guard us along our way,
As we gaze and point to places during our stay.
Cold and fresh as we were weeks away from May,
"I love you" were the only things I could say.
Losing bags with cards for the year,
One too many expensive glasses of wine and beer.
Canvases and paintings in the rear,
You are my only peer.
I took you to a special place,
Saturday 18th April 2020 2:55 pm
In the midst of a pandemic
Your biggest concern happens to be
And yet the bliss of the pandemic
Was not having to hear you
I was wondering when your time would come
To be quite honest I was surprised
You are a little late
Here's your rescinded wedding invitation
Not that we planned it to your taste
It's on this perfectly whit...
Wednesday 8th April 2020 1:11 am
Sparkle-prisms paint my room
the plus-sign of the Cross.
Crystal, it enthrones my window’s sill
minding of gain & loss.
Yes, the fussers fuss their fuss.
Lost, but I
Saturday 28th September 2019 12:29 am
Trust can be a wonderful thing,
But if broken you shall feel the sting.
And firstly trust must be earned.
For it is a lesson to be learned.
It is most important when one is low,
And to be with them and not to go.
So show them that you are still there,
And also that you truly care.
When one is in a poorly state,
Be with them now - do not be late.
So comfort t...
Friday 23rd August 2019 6:05 pm
Pitter patter of the rain
used to remind me of,
muddy shoes and smelly toes..
But now, it reminds me of,
& a journey I could have
Saturday 27th July 2019 3:53 am
Falstaff: 'Henry IV, Part 1' act 5, sc. 4
There is a man
Who would be a king. This is such stuff
As past dreams would make his many morrows
That he, Princeling, may strut upon life's stage
As one with pride.
Yet this is a man
Who must know a past. That is the stage
As present nightmare on which he played so sad a part
That he, Pretender, needs now attend our co...
Thursday 27th June 2019 3:42 pm
No more fools again on April
It was last lies to believe
Complicated!!, Why not simple?
Take it easy, or should leave
If someone forces to trust
That one puts others in doubting
When the truth appear very fast
That one is afraid or hiding
We should only pray to God
God will keep hearts more faithful
When the purity clean the blood
Surely life will be more u...
Monday 1st April 2019 8:12 am
Some Friends are necessary for life.
As the air. As the water and food
Those friends, help us, to survive
In our hearts running, same as blood
They offer faithful trusted advice
And always keep the shining smile
Show satisfaction pureily, so nice
Have bounties tool, deeply as Nile
They never get argument to complain
They ever look for the cheerful talk to ...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:57 pm
Are you sure you want to know
the story behind my sad eyes?
Can you handle truth
buried in lies?
left for dead.
Still, I raise my
Hoping against all odds
for love and a warm bed.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 4:41 am
You are the art of my dreams.
The muse of my thoughts
and the sweetness of my soul.
a gentle aura surrounding mine
sending messages through the skin and bone
what a funny way to live,
what a peaceful time
to be alive.
to dare what is romance between the reality of life and visions
to desire not only a life
but two paths in one.
-G. N. D.
Friday 14th September 2018 2:25 am
Something has changed,
Not in the usual way:
The natural adjustment,
The evolution of life.
No, this something,
It's foreign to my mind.
Oh wanderer of new lands,
On an unwalked path.
As fog clears,
Unveiling the whole trail,
"X" marks the spot,
The same spot it always has.
But this journey
To meet it,
It was written in invisble ink,
Only to appear
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 1:34 am
Friends of old, friends of new
Friends who want to help you
Friends of penny, friends of wealth
Friends who're ill, friends of health
Friends of knowledge, friends of wisdom
Friends who are your support system
Friends of youth, friends of age
Friends who free you from your cage
Friends of love, friends of mutual hate
Friends who are early, friends who're late
Friends who are near, friend...
Thursday 26th July 2018 9:33 pm
I want a smile
That appears unknowingly.
One that spreads across his face,
Like the sunset in the sky,
Every time he hears my name.
I want eyes
That won’t turn away
When I show my scars.
Ones that can see
Through the walls I put up.
I want a voice
That will support me
And encourage my dreams.
One that knows what words
Will bring me back to realit...
Thursday 29th March 2018 12:06 am
I built my walls,
Denying their existance,
When I no longer could.
I grew comfortable,
In my self created,
No one could hurt me,
'Cause no one could get in.
Couldn't learn to rely on them,
'Cause I couldn't trust them.
So much easier.
Wednesday 28th March 2018 8:45 pm
There are moments in life where people will think your paranoid,
For what you see is not friends but enemies.
Those are the times where you must say...
"Who you see as friends with bright colors,
I see as enemies with dark hues.
To be aware,
To be cautious,
Is not a paranoid thing to do.
It is simply knowing who to trust,
When the times get tuff,
When all you nee...
Saturday 24th February 2018 2:31 am
Ever hear the phrase
“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer”?
Friends know your weaknesses,
enemies can exploit them.
Being a roommate is different than a friend
You trust your friend
You might trust your roommate at first glance
I regret that decision
Living in close quarters can cause a ruckus
but not as much as disloyalty and distrust.
Knowing a ...
Saturday 3rd February 2018 1:04 am
Those words move me
Quivering to my core
Sparks the embers in my cheeks
So many connotations
A thank you for listening
To your commands
A unique expression of adoration
As well as appetition
An ‘it’s going to be ok’
Psychedelic to my anxieties
Caress my curves
Trace the imprints you leave
On my soul
On my skin
Please, tell me again
I want to be your
Sunday 26th November 2017 11:42 pm
In the Springtime of my growing
The Summer of my knowing
Sown were the seeds for all my hopes and dreams
Through the rain and muddy water
There came up fragile flowers
To share with all my lovers
Where I expected trees
Being young, naive, and caring
I left my gate for sharing
Now trampled are my flowers
Trampled by my lovers
And the feet of many others...
Saturday 25th November 2017 2:08 pm
A promise to you,
if you are willing.
You and I are worth it
No, that's not right
We are ALL worth it
We are all worth the work
and with that work divided
the load is lighter
I would love to meet her
I would love to love her
To see what you see in her
Because I know it's pure and right for you
She is wonderful
I know she is already
There's one thing w...
Monday 20th November 2017 10:12 pm
So I feel like I've uncovered my own rendition of a super hero power
When I meet a man I can estimate his dick size within an hour
So this may seem a little seedy, a bit sleezy, but when a man overcompensates with money why does he think it will impress me
One guy on a night out handed me his credit card and told me to drink as much as I dare at his expense
I politely declined ...
Friday 25th August 2017 2:01 am
My hands are patterned by ambitions,
these lines on my skin are wishes,
palms marked like the sky after a shooting star
and shining when they interlace with your fingers,
your skin's wrinkles and crinkles.
The crevices of our skin do not match or meet
the way coloured paths on a map synchronise and intercross,
We are separate pieces of meat
Monday 31st July 2017 2:40 pm
To your tender question.
over a metter delicate.
A subject I hold close.
A card I let none other see.
A card that hurts,
for as long as
I hold this hand.
So, to play.
Show this hand.
Exposes part of me that's easy to injure.
A part held dear.
Friday 19th May 2017 5:20 pm
Trust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility - without errors, mistakes or fuck ups. How do we trust others when we can't even trust ourselves .. If the potential gain outweighs the potential risk we're likely to oblige. Whether the repercussions be momentary or long standing, we're going to indulge in whatever we feel is beneficia...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 8:40 pm
How can I trust you if I don't even trust myself?
Do you know how hard it is to keep the demons at bay
And know that they'll never go away?
How do I know that you won't get hurt?
I try to keep them away, I really do,
Because there's so much I can lose.
I try to keep them to myself,
But they refuse to be put on a shelf.
They claw and they fight
Just so they can see the li...
Thursday 8th September 2016 6:40 pm
Here we go again with the same old lines,
But every time we speak it just declines.
So I put up a hard round shell,
And pretend that I feel all so well.
You tell me to trust you,
But I am afraid it is well overdue.
The times when we spoke,
Were a good old joke,
But then it turned all so serious,
And I became more mysterious.
I wish we could go back in ti...
Saturday 9th July 2016 4:39 pm
When they say
to hang loose like a fucking piece of laundry,
to await approach without taking flight,
to form a shape and color they can recognize;
That you must become less threatening--
to dangle there limp and unimpending,
to bare and stretch your lacy neckline,
to make lifeless your torn back and tattered torso;
This is when you must surely beware,
for, if you do as they say,
Saturday 18th June 2016 5:47 pm
Friday 11th September 2015 1:32 pm
From one end of this life to the other
I will always need my Father and Mother
The roads I have gone and things I have seen
Without them who knows where I would have been
Available to solve anything I don’t understand
Always here to give me a helping hand
For all my years I have always needed them
Giving all their support from AM to PM
Reading awesome bedtime stories t...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:04 pm
A quiet street is ours in a town we all know so well,
a dozen old houses with a small yard and a cobbled road in front.
You can leave your door unlocked all day, there are no thieves here,
for we are all friends. This was my parents’ house,
now it’s mine for the ten years since they left.
Our mill at the end of the street gives us all a job and the...
Monday 10th September 2012 6:11 pm