For when I am weak, then am I strong
Sometimes, words tumble from my pen like grain,
At other times words have to be pulled like teeth.
So I sat down by the Manchester Ship canal,
On a cold grey December day,
I wept silently because of the curse I carry:
The curse of a glint of a light from Elysium
Or from Zion or heaven-knows-what-you-will.
But I cannot sing the songs of th...
Friday 31st March 2023 10:41 pm
Also by John E Marks:PAUL O'GRADY D.L. | All that love can do | An adamantine distress | Day Out | A Love Supreme | Casting stones | GIANT STEPS | Homage to Nietzsche | STUTTERER | Genocide | Northern Morning | Widows & Orphans | Generation 27 | Parvenu | Vanishing point | Shadows of a broken vessel | Walking solo | Subliminal | BLANK SLATE | Mater Mea | Adamantine Blue |
I am my own responsibility (Life's Lessons)
It's up to me,
To fix my life is my own responsibility
Never knew how to live this life
All these bad examples that I followed through
Never knew how much I failed at life until now
Like the Cosmos has opened up and poured into me somehow
And like Joni I keep writing out loud
Until I'm healed without a doubt
Friday 31st March 2023 4:26 pm
Also by Kevin Tan:Where life is but a dream | You don't have to love (strife) | Cosmic Classes | You don't have to live like that! (celebrity lifestyle) | Lost track (1) | More Chores for Sores 😩 | Bad Boys | I just want you to be happy (1) | Not under this sun | New Europe (OKAY) | Unpoetics(1) | Jack(')s | spring break springs |
She stands in the doorway
twisting, turning, and stretching,
intent on informing me of her decisions.
A velvety-smooth approach
I’ve delighted in many times.
“I think I’m going to have a second cup of coffee,
and stay in my pajamas a while longer.
I hope you’re okay with this?”
“I think you would be foolish not to,” I say.
“The best thing about knowing you’ll ...
Friday 31st March 2023 3:20 pm
Also by Mike McPeek:The Composer | Train Ride | Constant Companion | Personal Notes on Angels | Window Seat | Rain Song | Drift-Away Gifts | Local Weather |
the smell of me in a life
i leave things in other peoples houses on purpose.
so they remember me.
so i have reasons to return.
i left a poster in one,
my sunglasses in another,
so i stay in mind.
so when they wear the glasses, or the pass the poster,
they think of Nadia.
i leave bits of me in every place i go,
i make sure to share too much, or shout too loud.
so they remember me...
Friday 31st March 2023 1:51 pm
Whether it is a war of personal attrition,
Or a war of hatred with their neighbour
Muscle flexing showing national pride and anxiety
Whether it’s climate change, wearing thin our planet,
Many single voices spouting climatic rhetoric
heckled and shackled by those likely to lose livelihoods
Not thinking that eventually, we all lose our lives
Friday 31st March 2023 11:43 am
Also by JD Russell:We’ve been there. | It was, and always will be, 1969 | Unsure in love | The mind of a bomber | Does anyone care? | How many? | Winter has passed and with it, love. |
Breathing Air on a Wintry Day
at the drive-through eatery
has a voice like honey
and a smile like sunshine.
She always processes
our order with elegance
(although we first have to talk to annoying AI at the speaker box), and with a kind flourish passes our food out the drive-up window to our eager hands;
"Here you go; be careful now, those fries are hot; enjoy your meal."
Well, one particular...
Friday 31st March 2023 4:13 am
Also by Hélène:To Be Free | Luminescent | Doing | Distillation | Family | Easter | Midnight | A Walk & A Prayer | Prayers for Healing of the Mind | Every | Altar of Our Suffering | Today, Welcome | Today, Welcome | Learning & Communicating (2 parts) | Faith | Community | Slowly | Freedom | Float | Perhaps | 3 Course Meal | Prayer for Healing | Inexplicably |
Gilded journal in azure for magical studies
The timber house for two, arcane music from the otherworld
Bruin wool blankets gifted from old friends
To keep us warm in this little enclave of dreams
basket of gala apples picked ripe to last us
Makeshift bed on the floor and the moorish lanterns lit
The sylph’s secrets in the paintings beside us enchanting our sleep
We have brough...
Friday 31st March 2023 3:56 am
Also by Mirabel:The Celtic sea / | Bohemian bride | Venezia |
in D minor
A note that's allowed
like the pain
the shadowed sound
from the speakers
is the sigh
that pulls me back
to that place
that she once held
but I wont respond
the kerb 2 foot away-
to hear her needs
are the rear-view
that cause the
eye's to blink
Thursday 30th March 2023 11:59 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:SNIP-SNIP | Spoken breath | Trigonometry | Wittgenstein | Amber's Breath | Ember |
2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 2 Departure day
Image: Part of the in flight entertaimnet system, in addition to music films and games there is an interactive map which show wher eyou areat any given time also says how far you have gone, how far to go, time, height and speed.
29.03.23 – 19) Rise, dress, coffee, taxi arrives then I’m away
Another poetry tour departure day
Motorways clear, it feels good to be ...
Thursday 30th March 2023 10:40 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 1 The Run Up |
(Music: "Reprise" - Marcelo Zarvos, Peter Vronsky)
No, I do not feel you close
nor do I think I should
a hope not there to be, for hope abounded always
in knowledge that felt almost fatelike
a hope for you
a you I’ll meet the right time
a you I’ll meet and feel like I knew that moment
since I imagined it too many times
in all its possible dimensions
of being just a ...
Thursday 30th March 2023 9:21 pm
Also by osne:For the unnamed | Ephemeral | Stranger | System error | Rictus | Missed call | Walking dead | Expected | Betrayal | One for another | The choice | Sonnet to absence | Lossless | Mishoped | Untitled 5 | Untitled 4 | The one | The classic | Galatea | The name |
I'm not sure
How relationships work
Or what to say
When you tell me I'm pretty
I know nothing
Of the cues,
Hints, and meanings
You put behind your words
I don't know how to tell
If the look you give me
Is of disinterest
I have no idea
How anything works
Or how anything stays
So, why don't you teach me?
Thursday 30th March 2023 1:46 pm
Also by purplemoon:Yearning |
What Do I see?
What do I see, when I see you?
Beautiful eyes, two pools of blue.
From behind, I see wavy swirls.
Of tumbling bouncing little curls.
Such a pretty face, alight with glee.
As beautiful as a child could be.
Born to smile...that gorgeous grin.
A million hearts to melt and win!
Yes, I'm your Grandad, that is true.
But that is what I see, when I see you!
Thursday 30th March 2023 11:02 am
Also by Mike Bartram:Windows | Message | Mother's Day 19/3/23 | Through Raindrops | My Secret |
hope my synonyms are right, i graduate soon tehe
Can't wait to be free from the shackles of university.
The weight of the future is in your hands! It is up to you to save the world from global warming, freezing temperatures and from lightrays that can pierce through overpriced sunnies.
My head aches from the anxitey of university.
The token of diversity, the physical persona of the 'I have a dream speech', and the face of fake progres...
Thursday 30th March 2023 12:01 am
Seeds For Gaia
she shivered a rainbow
upon the knoll where bodies lay.
Yawning flowers took note,
flaunting their colours as a veil.
Her fingers dug deep into the fertile soil
until she could feel the root.
The old oak swaying its gnarly arms.
The moss, so moist and sweet, sang.
She could hear the breeze whistling the grass.
A lullaby of morning dew.
From the forest ...
Wednesday 29th March 2023 10:26 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:My Ambrosia | I'm Me! Can't you see? | Tears In The Rain |
I Write In Pen
Expressions of Love: Part XLIII
Title: I Write In Pen
I write in pen.
Because, like our relationship,
It is final.
There is no going back,
only forward; ink building
and growing like our connection,
every single day.
Wednesday 29th March 2023 8:52 pm
Also by Jason Phillips:Dad | Consumed | Mi Amor |
I Knew the Sun would Shine.
They said I’d never make
A good poet
So I told them they could throw it
To the wind
For all I cared
I knew the sun would shine
On those who dared
And so I dared
I gathered words
I wove them with emotion
Gently placed them
Into empty spaces
And watched the wonder
On peoples faces
I took tears
Wednesday 29th March 2023 8:30 pm
Also by Clare:People Like Us | Indelible. | Stick it where the sun don’t Shine!😂 | Back Into The Grey |
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
But she can’t hear me.
I might as well be yelling in French or Spanish because
She just doesn’t understand me
When I tell her I can’t do this.
She doesn’t get it when I tell her
I don’t know—
Je ne sais pas,
Yo no sé
—how I’m going to see this through.
It’s like my brain es en fuego from all
Of the información being ...
Wednesday 29th March 2023 4:56 pm
Also by Elle Shaine:Understanding | Dead Rat | Hit and Run |
ALFIE THE INCORRIGIBLE OPTIMIST
I’ve been wondering about ancestral memory recently.
Take Alfie. He’s my daughter’s little white dog. She describes him as a bichon frise-something-or-other cross. I call him a mongrel.
Alfie doesn’t mind.
He’s about 7 years old, although he’s rather guarded about his age. Vanity, I suppose.
Anyroadup, Alfie does that timeless thing that all dogs have done since cavelady times. (S...
Wednesday 29th March 2023 4:36 pm
Also by John Coopey:IF THEY COME | IT'S MY PARTY AND I'LL LIE IF I WANT TO | "SPEND! SPEND! SPEND!" | DEEP THROAT | MATCH OF THE DAY - CANCELLED | THE FANNY PIT | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY | INTERNATIONAL BUGGER-ALL DAY | "NOT A FUCKING CLUE" | WETHERSPOONS |
As I write, each line reaches for memories
lost, fallen beyond the edge of the world:
kamarupa dwelling in infinity, fading
when my lines do not find them
and my words fail passion and desire.
Eons, lost pasts. Which of them
could dream my frail dream of this
verse? Which, thrown
across the fabric of time, could make
Wednesday 29th March 2023 3:00 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Who includes diversity... | Resistant News | Consequences |
The horse’s leg,a miracle,how did it come about ?
A horse can gallop up to 30 miles per hour,
This involves ingenious mechanical power ,
The muscles in the legs act as dampers vibrating to any length,
A highly specialised muscle design that provides agility and strength.
Horses can sometimes be seen standing up as they sleep,
So that they can run away as predators upon them creep.
The design of the horse's legs engineers ha...
Wednesday 29th March 2023 2:16 pm
Also by hugh:That’s snot very funny!! | A bad move having a meal out with a mate!! | Revenge | Good news for me and you | The spread of kindness | Avoid an unhealthy hell and look after your body well. | A depressed teenager's hope for the future was lifted | Our world is in turmoil !! | Hip hip hooray for women's international day !! |
In the great tempest of eighty-seven,
Mum and Dad remembered milk bottles
Bouncing and blowing down their quiet street.
Incredibly, none of them were broken,
Though hordes of healthy trees were smashed to bits.
But soldiers do not escape so lightly:
One bullet shot is easily enough
To shatter for good their unprotected shield.
The broken glass has to be collected
Wednesday 29th March 2023 7:44 am
Also by Stephen Gospage:Pot Shots | Villanelle for a village cricketer | The Reunion Party | Circumstances | Dumb Animals | Bakhmut | Anonymity | Footprints |
Rember the words you said?
The kind, loving words?
The I love yous?
The I'll always be there for yous?
The let me do your makeup?
The let me dye your hair?
I always aspired to be like you
But you changed
The I love yous
The I'll always be there for yous
The I'll always protect yous
You changed the way you do your hair
You changed the way you held me...
Tuesday 28th March 2023 7:06 pm
Also by Dolly:Lynching |
POINTS TO PONDER
Those who deserve respect seldom demand it;
Those who demand respect seldom deserve it.
Those who merit reward rarely expect it;
Those who seek reward rarely reject it.
Those who choose to preen and preach
Can frequently miss the chance to teach.
Better by far to debate and discuss -
And be of far more use to us!
Tuesday 28th March 2023 5:20 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:MY MOTHER - a re-post for Mothering Sunday. | NIGHT THOUGHTS |
I’ll hold up my hand and I’ll freely admit
to my grammar police inclinations,
because knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit
are two quite discrete revelations.
And if I make the statement “I’m going to”,
I should follow with my destination,
while if somebody else says “I’m going too”,
I might greet that with some trepidation.
To say I want a peace, or I want a...
Tuesday 28th March 2023 1:13 pm
The Pouring Rain
The pouring rain
Erasing the pain
Windows soaking wet
Similar to the Summer sweat
Wiping away all the dirt
From which the trees and grass are hurt
A perfect shower for the road
Vehicles have literally slowed
All cosy and gazing outside
Watching the rain as my guide
A great way to release your soul
Before I get up and go for a stroll!
Tuesday 28th March 2023 12:16 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:Ramadan |
The Too Tall Tool by LADpoem (story of a 6ft 7 man)
Too Tall Tool by LADpoem
I wonder just how many people
think that it's ok
to comment on a person's height
having only met that day.
Coz so far I have noticed
that there seems to be a rule
that you can say just what you want
if someone's 6ft 7 tall.
"Oh my god how tall are you?"
I regularly hear
from rude insensitive people
when I'm out for a casual beer....
Tuesday 28th March 2023 7:16 am
Barter Books, Alnwick
Dozens of trains went back and forth daily
to and from the junction in its heyday.
Fifty-five years ago, the last service.
The terminus building still stands,
grand, too grand for just a branch,
but maybe not too high and mighty
for royalty visiting a duke of Northumberland.
Now far more browsers than ever waited
on the platforms throng the old parcels
and waiting r...
Tuesday 28th March 2023 6:31 am
Also by Greg Freeman:Song of the Ofsted Inspectors | Black gold | No, Minister! or Whatever happened to the BBC? |
No One Understands
Many of my poems are about him
Because I want people to know
What it’s like to love him
It’s like eating sweet fruit
Ripest from the season
If I had to share it with one person
I would only take one bite
And give the rest to my lover
Because I convinced myself
His happiness was mine
No one understands what he meant to me
There are no words in the world
Tuesday 28th March 2023 2:38 am
Also by Jaded_Jas:Bipolar Episode | Loving You Not Me | Moral Compass | I Belong To... | This is Bipolar | Never Meant To Be | Dear Love | Prettiest | Poor Minded | Not Love |
I lay the knives, sharp, on the table, flat.
Notes of cinnamon and spices should keep the tempo light,
As I conduct the kitchen, for my dinner party tonight.
Knock knock, they melodically rap upon the door,
I go to greet my fine guests, yet moments before,
I turn back from the handle, for I'm not so sure,
Which of the four seasons should delight my decor?
To choose only one,...
Tuesday 28th March 2023 1:19 am
Also by Jack Roberts:Nothing |
Hello pal, you okay bud, you alright great to see you
Am friends with everyone
A chramer, a smiler,a real disco dancer a real nice guy
I have all the qualities am likabke all a round
generous to a fault, Nothing can get me down so they think
But you wouldn't believe that the life of the party is dieing inside his on the brink
My crown is begin to slip, I love a drink
Monday 27th March 2023 9:57 pm
Also by Keith Byrne:War within | My problem | I used to | I wish | A journey | Will you |
Death on the highway!
Death is so jarring, though we are cognizant of it’s looming presence, when faced with it, we cocoon our very beings in a state of stillness…
As a creature of habit, I embarked on a morning walk, silently welcoming the beginning of spring. The wind caressed my face ever so softly with the sun making an inconsistent appearance.
Ruminating over things past and present!
I walked gallantly, ...
Monday 27th March 2023 7:44 pm
Also by Grace:Tales Echoed |
Wounds of liberation
Imagine being totally untethered
After feeling chain linked
I feel split
That part removed
That half is trying to renew
But it hurts
To grow scab over wound
Missing you is mourning you
Leaving you is still losing you
And I’m just as lost
As I made you
If it could be
I would make it be
Should I be chain linked again
I would make it good
Monday 27th March 2023 3:24 pm
Cast Me away
Cast me away on a sea of dreams
And let me float away
I’ll be back later on
Cast me away on a sea of thoughts
And let me drift away
I’ll explore my inner workings and try to find
A little peace of mind
Cast me away from living people
Let me walk among the dead
And hear their stories from the past:
Thoughts and dreams and memories that last...
Monday 27th March 2023 3:04 pm
Also by Steve Higgins:The Big Spot | The Curve of Her Neck | The Godfather Part III |
Green Lights Turned Red
Traffic lights go green,
An empty late midnight highway
Gives the man the license to speed up.
The speed limit marked 80 or below,
Nevertheless, he gave in full throttle.
The girl sitting next to him had to reach out
To someone who'd been waiting to hear from her.
A sudden unexpected interception and
The situation was under grave repercussion.
The radiator gr...
Monday 27th March 2023 2:10 pm
Also by Manish Singh Rajput:Bonfire in a World so Cold | The Interloper | Lost in the Wake | From New York, with Love. | Dear Vincent | An Outsider's Story |
Ouvriers Britanniques en Solidarité Avec La CGT -" À bas Macron- À bas les Tories.
Jeremy Clarkson Said..."Striking Public Sector Workers Should be Shot in Front of Their Families".
Why wasn't he sacked,and arrested for incitement to murder +or grievous bodily harm?
L'internationale: French; and English below. https://youtu.be/Ptc1c5wi_X8
Debout, les damnés de la terre
Debout, les forçats de la faim
La raison tonne en son cra...
Monday 27th March 2023 12:43 pm
Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:Державний Гімн України State Anthem of Ukraine | Led By Donkeys Sting! | Screwed! | Tory Haiku | Happy Mother's Day - #Let Women Speak | Scríobh Amach Os Ard É!-Write It Out Loud! | Illegal Refugees Bill = The Bill that IS Illegal | Þunresdæg |
Food for Thought (Science Entry) four items
1. Take five live female rats.
2. place in aquarium like tank and tend day and night.
3. keep under guard twenty four seven.
4. tank is size of pen but aquarium so no rats escape.
5. keep at body temperature - akin to daily temperatures in equatorial regions.
6. infect one of the female rats with aids/hiv like condition the animals in equatorial regions are expre...
Monday 27th March 2023 9:28 am
Also by ZTK Space:Ode To The Warning Mocking Bird | Good Move Theresa | Amidst a Cuckold Clout |
Waiting For My Nobody
Tired souls sigh together,
lovers have given up on getting better,
but I will continue to stay with the withered tree until the end of times.
We have exchanged the word 'forever'
and thus I will patiently wait untill we are back together.
I will wait for you, my nobody,
until my body cannot anymore.
Until my body decays
and my bones slip into Mother's embrace.
Monday 27th March 2023 6:38 am
Also by Oizys:Mercy | I Love Myself (Unfortunately) |
Selected Poems For Mothers
It has to be
and not too crude
It can't be a sure-fire hit
you have to take a chance
or forget it forever
it doesn't need to be
a Ben Nevis
it just is
Right there in black and white
and you all for shading
might two agree to disagree
and still hear the ring of truth?
Sunday 26th March 2023 10:39 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Yes Sir | In Memory | Ecology In Crisis | Words for 'Thaxted' | Mood Of A Season | Between The Ages A Thoroughfare | Aflipbook |
To be young again, carefree, and be
Only me, free of responsibility.
You see, context is key,
I hope you agree that we
Live and grow like a tree,
Branch out and roots go deep
Which may at times keep us steady,
Ready to go or stay
And after hours, night and day
Passes, months become years,
And age amasses. Our fears
Allay and gray days hide the sun...
Sunday 26th March 2023 5:55 pm
Who had waged countless wars
That have all ultimately become
Pounds of wounds
Sitting on both shoulders
All the wars turned into
And lots of embarrassment
Came into being later on
Prayers can beat off
The soul's meanigless wars
Sunday 26th March 2023 12:38 pm
Also by Begum Burak:Evil in them |
My Grandson Writes his Name
The first letter he has known for months
in zig-zag lines getting nowhere.
Turned on its side and crayoned blue
he can stretch it out like a river;
or if he changes colour can make
a mountain, some grass, a fire.
Cut back to its simplest form
and laid out in rows like ghosts,
he follows the dots over and over
before he does it on hi...
Sunday 26th March 2023 12:20 pm
Also by David Cooke:Shadow Boxing |
The Self-Fulfilled Prophecy
The Self — Fulfilled Prophecy
Baby— I know they hurt you bad
It makes me mad
That one person's actions
Could leave you feeling— so small and sad
My darling— it’s not just my view
How you were treated— was not your fault
Please belief this
But you can’t shake it
You think the way they behaved
Was because of you
You were made to question ever...
Sunday 26th March 2023 9:49 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:These Jeans Do Well |
Beauty of Mind
With a highly volatile temper
A person may lose the beauty of mind
Just like a sweet flower in the winter.
With all sweetness a flower blooms,
But the warmth of the sun
Does burn the soft petals.
The air does fade its aroma away.
The water hits the soft petals
With a mighty splash
Time and again.
If the beauty of mind blooms once,
Neither the sun, the ai...
Sunday 26th March 2023 8:20 am
Also by Ujjal Mandal:The Beauty of Earth | Beauty in Ugliness | Life, the Thrill of Infatuation | The Song of Beauty | Mother, My Muse! | Religion of Water | What a Mother Really Is! |
The millenia lurk
by the rafters
in the sky, marvelling
at the choices
of marionettes trying
to illumine a prophecy,
infuse it with fact;
epochs poke through,
to peek at the calcifying
of evil-doing, all
in the name of good;
not a name, of course,
but a pseudonym, cunningly
whispered by the dreaded,
Sunday 26th March 2023 2:35 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Dream-woven | Pantheon | Tick-tock... |
This is a testament to my will
I'm jumping ship and swimming home
All the way to Winchester, where the doors lead to plaster
To neither here nor there
Nor any hereafter
There's commotion on the other side
Interference on the other line
I can't tell where I am
Where I'm situated
Whether I was written into the grand plan
Or an honorable mention
An afterthought some...
Sunday 26th March 2023 12:16 am
Also by Katherine Lockridge:Impatience, Prudence | The Defender | In the Midst of Dying | The Silent Toll |
Rain on my window
Hissing like black and white interference
Unable to tune in
Searching the dial for a glimmer
A flick of a picture
A glimpse in the mirror
A speeding car
A lovers kiss
Peering into another world
The other world
A world of madness
Busily going nowhere
Or chasing reality
Pursuit of perfection
Saturday 25th March 2023 10:05 pm
Also by Edbreathe:Our friends |
I put a post of myself on again
And then think of all the critics
Those so called friends frowning in consternation at my narcissistic tendencies
As if am putting a mirror up to their own insecurities
That need to nuke the system sings in my synapses
Normality makes me mad
Friendship can’t be had
I am miles away from my mission but closer than most
God is not the Father, ...
Saturday 25th March 2023 6:39 pm
She walks past the icy road.
She floats by the freezing sea.
She carries a cold heart inside
Her expression is the reflection I see.
She laughs as it passes by
She haunts the rolling, painful cry.
She goes for the treasure that hide
Her expression is the reflection I see.
Her tears are made of Howling Blood
Her face reads out for help.
She would tell if her mouth wasn’t filled with ...
Saturday 25th March 2023 5:38 pm
Also by Zola Eppenger:I Brought | Day Dream | His Bucket List |
Saturday 25th March 2023 1:40 pm
~ imPRESSions ~
Friday 24th March 2023 10:19 pm
Also by Red Brick Keshner:skyward | exist-inguished crises | going, not gone |
Manish Singh Rajput on LEON STOLGARD
4 hours ago
John Botterill on Cold Soup
14 hours ago
John Botterill on The Tortured Poet.
14 hours ago
John Coopey on Per Ardua ad Astra (now with audio)
14 hours ago
John Coopey on Cold Soup
15 hours ago
John Coopey on My fantasy bird table
16 hours ago
John Coopey on TOGETHER
16 hours ago
Hugh on My wild and wonderful garden
16 hours ago
Telboy on OUT ON PAROLE
17 hours ago
Clare on Bumbling Mess
17 hours ago