Poetry Blog by mike booth (depression)

Recent Comments

M.C. Newberry on Rule Britannia? (8 days ago)

Hannah Collins on Rule Britannia? (9 days ago)

M.C. Newberry on Rule Britannia? (Fri, 19 Oct 2018 06:13 pm)

Rose Casserley on Rule Britannia? (Fri, 19 Oct 2018 12:25 pm)

Brian Maryon on Rule Britannia? (Thu, 18 Oct 2018 10:24 pm)

Mae Foreman on Grave Thoughts from Above Ground (Sun, 14 Oct 2018 08:28 pm)

Big Sal on Write HOPE on your arm! (Sat, 29 Sep 2018 07:16 pm)

Hannah Collins on Super Love? (Mon, 17 Sep 2018 06:05 pm)

M.C. Newberry on Super Love? (Sat, 1 Sep 2018 05:54 pm)

Taylor Crowshaw on Super Love? (Sat, 1 Sep 2018 01:19 pm)

Get up and Gone

Get up and Gone


I remember when my uncle, with watery eyes,

Told me how his get up and go

Had got up and gone.

We were looking at the framed photo of his wife,

40 years together, and now only one.

His shoulders shook, a man once so strong,

Used to laughter, drinks and quick with a quip or joke.


And I remember when I too lost sight of the sun,

My vision blurred,...

Read and leave comments (4)


Life at the Plateau

The Plateau

The view from here is calm and true

The grassy steppes stretch out of sight

From plainness slowly dullness grew

From winning I have lost my fight

Life once sharper, numbs to bland

And feet sink deeper into sand.


The uphill struggle left me weak

Fingers bloodied, grip was lost

Each ridge ahead still seemed the peak

Life was stripped, I paid the cos...

Read and leave comments (0)


The Swan Effect

The Swan Effect                                                                                                                                          Your slender neck and wings so clean

Graceful movement, so serene,

The purest feathers which you preen

Are what attracts the eye.


Curves and power, gliding slow,

Majestic as a river flow

Sleek and gently strong you go


Read and leave comments (4)


A Life in Colour

entry picture

A Life in Colour

The challenge as I rise from bed

Is turning greys to green and red.

The drabness of the everyday

Takes a rainbow, turns it grey.

The colours sharp are lit by sun.

Red, orange, yellow, new begun.

Green, blue, violet quickly fade

Primary, pastel, into shade.

A squirrel, seal, a worm, a whale

Don’t worry that they live so pale.

The tortoise carries we...

Read and leave comments (2)


This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message