Poetry Blog by Abi Thomson
elPintor on Present Poverty (Sat, 29 Oct 2016 01:36 am)
Lynne Coulstock on Always remember the beach (Fri, 16 Oct 2015 09:06 am)
"Please do you have any change spare?"
Only occasionally people give.
Vacant stares usually oppress
Everyday, it is a struggle to live.
Rumbling stomachs scream and stress
Time is captive, trapped in such a mess
"You must see, do you even care?"
Friday 28th October 2016 11:44 pm
Stars may not be faulted, do not be insulted
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings
Individuals are fully accountable for their own shortcomings
Incidents of crying, we are all dying
Merely molecules and ashes
How many badges on one of these sashes?
Mercury may bring good luck, astrology ...
Tuesday 3rd May 2016 12:39 pm
I have got a bit of a cough I say
That is why my voice is breaking
Like shattered glass
And that my tears might trickle I say
I must have forgot to mention
How it is not only my oesophagus that blisters and pinches
Followed by crackles and sizzles
And that a tsunami is likely
Yet no diagnosis
And maybe I am not ill at all
I must have neglected to mention that
Thursday 22nd October 2015 12:53 pm
How about the beach? Sandy feet, fresh breeze. Seize the sunlight, beam just as bright
How about flying a kite? Light, the campfire, just right. Tent settled, just behind that tree you see?
How perfect could this be? Gazing beside one another; amongst grass and stars We huggled as if it ...
Friday 16th October 2015 1:05 am
Plasma screen; well kept, clean
And faces pleased
Will as strong as a Russian
Why how is it fantastic?
To become cynical and sarcastic
Grow older and bolder
Fly without wings
Flee the magnifying mirror
Unfold the killer
Be who you are
The fault in our stars
It is merely a myth you see
Thou shall reveal the not so mysterious myster...
Friday 16th October 2015 12:26 am
Lust consumes those who fall or the trap
Confusion or jealousy twitches above eyes
Desire to amount to more than the simplicity of existing
Desire to feel desired
Tender affection is rejected by violin strings of broken beings
Sympathy will be forbidden, the truth hidden
Blackness only welcomes sin.
Wednesday 14th October 2015 11:33 am
Tick tock, tick tock, thump, thump, thump
They marched in and took your heart, once filled with redness and vibrancy,
They took your bright soul and purpose on this rosy spectacle sphere of land and sea
And shred and bled until nothing remained.
But darkness, blackness and emptiness
A lifeless glance returns the favour in the mirror
Ash piles, a distinguished fire
Prison, some call it ...
Tuesday 13th October 2015 7:23 pm