only he who has lived in shadow
can know the truth of the light
or the joylessness of the lightdwellers
in their constant fear of darkness
only he who has drunk his tears
and been drunk on those tears
and felt his guts in his mouth
can know happiness of freedom
for all else is plastic of design
no matter how roughened the surface
and only we who have lived
in appreciation of our l...
Saturday 25th April 2015 12:16 am
Also by jeremy young:behind the hedge | for a dead child | litter | alernate past | coppery lunch | school disco | please don't say that | spitting in the street | lomographic sound poem | art day | I saw the light - 1 | elliott poems 2 | elliott poems 1 | eli | ennui | dawdling | buxom | bow bell | normal for boys | stonepile | warham fort | dales | paralax | spirits |
black crows white sheets,
orange eyes, ivory beaks
grey slabs crimson blood
green spears brown corpse,
yellow puss pink tongue
blue skies gold sun,
black crows white sheets.
© Graham Sherwood 04/2015
Friday 24th April 2015 9:20 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Up Marden | Petrichor | Sky Anger | Easter Haiku | Virtual Realm |
I saw a barren hayfield
Of black and white cows
A window which concealed
Some shadowy suckling sows
I saw a hedge cutter slashing
A hedgerow full of nests
A tractor farmer spraying
His crop full of pests
I saw a fisherman trawling
A few fish from the sea
Their numbers keep on dwindling
For us and them and me
I saw a chainsaw destroying
Friday 24th April 2015 8:21 pm
Also by Colsibabes:Stir Fried Emotions | cutting down trees with small blades | Lisa Says | Yellow Triumph Dolomite | I'll give you money | Sex in Cars (the process) | Sex in Cars (a quickie before bedtime) | Up for Sale | Miklos Panos | Fun in a Fiat 500 | no idea why | From a Faded Photo of a Little Boy | Albino Poem | Glue PhotoPoem | Goodbye Gunter | Spine PhotoPoem | Love You PhotoPoem |
into a nothingness
but my lifetime
after death's interruption
and that is
of my own mind
not by the minds of those
who would seek to own it.
Friday 24th April 2015 7:47 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Drained | Out of the blue | Towards the shoulders of a giant | Them outpacing us | Romancing the Orb | observing grown ups | moi-warts and all! | from looking cool to chemotherapy | oh no! I've fallen for the same old shite-again! | Grave concerns | my give-a-shit just retired | beware the cross hairs | Hanging the gloves up | Remedy | never too late | Using you to use me | La Luna | Westminster Wolf |
05/04/15 - 24) Disembarkation, then to Customs and Immigration
Scan you passport and four fingers
Answer four questions, it's quick, nobody lingers
Bag collected passport stamped am I'm away
To "Welcome back sir have a nice day".
Friday 24th April 2015 7:14 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:Trev does Texas again 2015: Departure Day |
Greet, share and care
One and all coming your way
Be it the dimmest night
Hence in the normal ray
Often, billows will hunt
through the cunning woods
As spiders crawl on the munt
Heavens swing in their moods
Then spring will come in vanity
Rambling your perseverance
Spectral its shades of sanctity
In whiff of your fragrance
Bloom may betray,as a muse
Hay will save the...
Friday 24th April 2015 4:15 pm
In honor of National Poetry Month, the team at The Bath Outlet have let the creative juices flow and unleashed their poetic powers to produce some bathroom-inspired poetry!
Showers in April
By: Jessica Akiya
April is a time for showers
Outside for plants and inside has powers
From the shower head the warm water flows
While outside the warm spring wind comes and goes
Friday 24th April 2015 3:25 pm
Tags: bathroom,bathroom poetry,national poetry month
Flesh of my Flesh
Friday 24th April 2015 3:11 pm
Also by Lea:Thank You Dorothy | Existential Rambling | Whoosh! | Ballad of Cool and Sad |
Had two wild ones round at mine
Out on the Avenue
Was drunker than a pisshead bastard
And on drifting home
Came across this woman talking to a van
“You alright love?” I asked
“Yeah me mates just taking a piss
Hey Julie get yer knickers up quick
There’s a queue here” She laughed
Then a voice came out from
Behind the van
“Karen I can...
Friday 24th April 2015 2:27 pm
You bore me.
I wish it were not true
but you do.
You talk about things
that five years ago
gave me wings
but now throw
me from this
well worn window.
You haven't changed
or grown, meanwhile
I have forraged, flourished,
flown and now somehow
sadly known -
you bore me.
Friday 24th April 2015 12:36 pm
Also by Natfastic:Reravelling | FUN! | My Pretty | On the Lake | A Learning Love | Everything Changes | I Used to be Defensive | Oh, But I Am Not |
You confessed your love for me so soon
Brought light into my dark seedy life
You had my heart, as the stars have the moon
But you've ripped it apart like paper to a knife
I cannot continue this path much longer
For my efforts are always dismissed
I'm weakening where you are stronger
I've been at my knees since we kissed
I beg of you to loosen your grip
Let me go and tend to my...
Friday 24th April 2015 12:09 pm
Tags: love,Love lost,romanticism
Also by Mike Ligorio:Learning to live, without loving you |
They gave him a pacemaker
a few more years of life to hang on to
even if life is restricted
and cha, cha is out of bounds
and it is easier to walk on asphalt-
He sees the nature trail he
once followed to a small forest lake
but never tells that once he
saw a mermaid there and she
had no fishtail.
Truth and fantasy have merged
in his mind.
Friday 24th April 2015 9:57 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :mie | Parisians | BEAUTY THE SIGHT | all about writing | the loving feeling | the race thing | Athens | recorder | meandering in Pireaus | spring sonnet | gone ashore | the ocean | our tolerance | poetry reading sonnet | Lonely Christmas | Costa Rica | published poet | the money note | the author | dispossessed |
Remembering those OHHHHH! times.
My fourty year old collection
of one night stands
neon lit lands,
of Manchester night life.
Magnetising devilish blues
belting out from the doorways
of marijuana,sweat smelling
subterranean pleasure caves
great anything goes cellar club all nighters.
Drinking of my own body weight in alcohol
every Southern ...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 9:50 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Wearer of shit tinted glasses | beer house bust up | Running on empty | Man |
THINK ON. (THIRD ATTEMPT)
I think too much, I think.
think I think too little too;
too little of myself, perhaps.
I think far more of you.
I think of you as resolute
adaptable and brave.
I’m about as resolute
as flotsam on a wave.
I think of you as capable,
adventurous and bold.
I am pressed and starched
in every paralysing fold.
I yoke myself by thinking
there’s no risk I ...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 7:45 am
Also by Travis Brow:UP FOM LONDON. |
~~NOT A MACHINE.
I don’t want to be in a hundred places.
I don’t want to drown in a million faces.
I don’t really know them.
I don’t want to show them who I am.
I just want to dam this increasing flow
Of places, faces I can’t put my finger on.
If I close my eyes they should be gone.
But they linger, hanging on,
Banging on like a spoilt brat.
Droning on about this ‘n’ that,
Like a coll...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 7:17 am
Such Indescribable Hurt
All human dignity is gone,
Shattered into billions of sharp
Fragmented pieces for her to swallow,
And the taste of blood and pain
Like metal that cannot be chewed!
She dreams she has been
Forced through a meat grinder,
Bone and gristle pulped
And oozing contagion
She fears may season all,
And she longs to touch...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 4:15 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:To Rescue Them All |
In that location existed one junior male person bearing the title James although this was often shortened to an abbreviated form of address, A person lacking in flesh to an extreme degree, This juvenile lost his footing atop a small thin broken branch of a tree, Which caused said adolescent fellow to go head over heels in a perpendicular manner from top to bottom into a gouge within th...
Wednesday 22nd April 2015 11:45 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:Sitting On A Chair Arguing About Computing | BRAIN BUGS |
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(Dedicated to the behind-my-back tittle tattlers; another "Clarksonite" old song codged up to look like poetry. And hoping that life mirrors art on May 8th)
Dave don’t live here anymore;
Don’t feel sorry – he’s not so poor;
Though he weasled and he lied
He’s got nowhere left to hide;
Dave don’t live here anymore.
Dave don’t live here anymore
And now George has left ...
Wednesday 22nd April 2015 10:15 pm
Also by John Coopey:BORDERS | Legs | LIKE A VERGER |
Bookshop owners are in essence collectors,
Suspened thoughts encased, ordered
And set in space and time.
Booksellers don’t want to part with their collection.
Sit and drink and lose and hour,
Scouring the dogged edges of
Space and time.
Tuesday 21st April 2015 10:52 pm
Also by dazzer:If Cameron Came To My House (audio) | Deansgate Bridge (audio) |
There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 9:59 pm
A heart that brimmed with compassion and love,
waiting to spill out and shower over new life.
Baptise it in happiness.
A woman with the perfect ingredients to be a perfect mother
yet God did not provide her with the recipe.
An empty cot, an empty womb, an empty space in her heart just waiting to be filled.
Waiting for tiny feet to pitter patter along her heart strings and compose a melody.
Tuesday 21st April 2015 8:07 pm
Also by Eva Curless:School. | The Ones We Call Leaders | Rabbit in the Headlights | Heavy Footed | Barbie Doll | Every Day Battles | Flander's Fields. |
Oh time! how you pass me by
Tick Tocking away by the day
The years fly past even as we lay
But not much we can say
Tick Tocking away as mama begins to shout
Tick Tocking away as things start to pan out
Tick Tocking away as the hourglass runs out
Some despise your perceived cruelty
or could it be a timeless beauty?
Others delight at your ability to heal what we ...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 3:37 pm
Also by Grace:What is? | Changes | Beautiful Chaos | Floating |
Stout is the drink that I savour
A glass full of chocolate flavour,
The glass to my lips - What a kiss
Down it goes just like bliss.
The devils liquid I have named it
Joining Camra is to blame - I admit,
I buy one more and then I think
Oh! The consequence of another drink.
Oh dear! empty glasses
My how quickly time passes,
Stout, my love has gone too far...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 3:04 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:A Bow | Ghost 2 | Ghost | A Room With a View |
Have you ever stood on a city street
And watched the pace of passing feet?
How quick they go as if they dare
Not to be seen to linger there.
Their owners trapped in headlong rush
That takes them to another crush
Of hurrying humanity in its need
To avoid attention by its speed.
How different from the village street
When people pause and actually greet
Tuesday 21st April 2015 11:27 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:TICK TOCK | THE VOICE OF SUMMER | THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for the renewal of Spring! | LOVE TAUGHT HIM |
No one sees bleeding eyes,
Or the pain and the heartache
That keeps me awake My dreams, all are shattered
My head truely battered
This pain that I feel.....
Is surely unreal. Surely unreal. Pierced my armour
Down goes my shield
Just let me bleed
Just let me bleed One day you'll regret
The things that you've left.....
Tuesday 21st April 2015 8:45 am
Also by Mojooohhh:Brutal is the Beast |
celebrity, living life
with brevity, fast as catcher's mitts
fleeting as spliffs on fox trails
green as surgical gloves.
Tuesday 21st April 2015 5:40 am
Tags: sierra whiskey echo delta
Also by Zach Dafoe:shared (aug/sept 2013) | Removed the Silver Ring (04/12/2015) | Tiny Tim 0716 | Kimura 1 | First Laugh, Last Laugh | notes 3 | Let's Talk, WoL | Late Night Acousma | speech oil (03/31/2015) | 14/30 (04/01/2015) |
Love is a drug,
One perspective shifting trip,
Unknowingly stumbled upon.
Now you’re consciously falling.
For a splitting second,
You’re suspended in the rush,
A swift inhale,
Collapse shut in suspense.
One. Last. Relaxing, sigh-
It hits you.
Their tender embrace,
Exhilaration, tumbling acceleration,
Both induced by the physical materialisation-
Of the innate fear of falling.
Into this eup...
Monday 20th April 2015 11:08 pm
Also by Sharlie:Silly Mistakes. | How it is |
Disrupt and corrupt
To take away your youth
How far and
When are not words
When is a step
A step to far
What’s been said
What’s been done
By whom and when
It’s just another
Monday 20th April 2015 10:50 pm
Also by Martin Elder:There was a time | There was a time | Die tomorrow |
Little Jack, he’s on his own
In the wild American night
Chasing down the mystic road
Trying to keep his star in sight
He last saw Neal three days ago
When he shot his arrow into the sun
Now his magic shirt is hanging down
His mouth is half undone
And the kids in all the mid west towns
Are hanging on his tongue
Jack yawns and gapes and scratches hard
Monday 20th April 2015 9:46 pm
Also by Russ Litten:Goodnight Colleen | This Place Is Not For Sale | Walk Me To The Station | Atlantic Breeze | Waking Up Too Fast | Weekends | Filming | East Coast Situation | A Heart's Supposed To Last | Do You Think You'll Get To Heaven? | What's The Word? | Carver | Neighbourhood Watch | Thrown Away | The Harpic Brothers | The Grass Won't Grow Till Spring | Unanswered Prayers | Boothferry | Rex Everything | It Is What It Is | monday morning, 10am | Lolly Stick Stuck In Slot Causes Cascade Of Copper | Dean Licked My Balls | Beneath The Flyover, Summer '82 | My Best Friend Tony, Who I Only Met The Once | Prison Song |
the stink of diesel and of fear which
everyone’s pretending is not here
because if they do not name it, it will not be real
but in the hot bodies of the strangers pressed
around her she can feel
the tension of a panic only held at bay
like sea-sickness, with iron will, good fortune,
they rise and fall, jaws clench and clench again
Monday 20th April 2015 7:10 pm
Tags: Katie Hopkins,Mediterranean,refugees,tragedy
Paragram continues to offer writers a wide range of publication ventures. Returning the focus to poetry this year, the all new Chapbook Challenge offers two amazing opportunities. The first is for one talented poet to realise an ambition to publish their short collection. The second will see over40 poets published in Paragram Spotlights, the 2015 anthology.
Paragram will add to the short collec...
Monday 20th April 2015 12:58 pm
Tags: chapbook competition,Poetry competition
Poetry collection longlisted for the Melita Hume prize 2015: http://www.eyewearpublishing.com/
Monday 20th April 2015 10:00 am
Tags: Eyewear Publishing,Melita Hume prize,poems,poetry,poetry competitions,poetry prizes
Also by Joseph Robert:A poem in W.I.S.H MAGAZINE |
"The Spiritual Battle"
They say he never stops,
They say the devil does not sleep at night,
That is why we have cops,
A wise man once said to me, "Continue fighting the good fight."
My flesh is weak,
I am distracted from God by beauty and glamour,
When Jesus is with me I reach a spiritual peak,
Only he has the power to remove from me, this worldly clamour.
Sunday 19th April 2015 10:46 pm
Sunday 19th April 2015 8:20 pm
Tags: Bawdy humour,Comedy,Toilet
Also by Chris Briggs:Put It Away |
I need to shade my eyes
From the grit that’s
On these streets
From dirtying my windows
And setting in my mind
The nine year old
Screaming gutter abuse
At her mother
While she pats her
On the head
Caves in and
Gives her another
The compensation vultures
Circling the pool of claims
Planning their next gain
Picking out riches
Sunday 19th April 2015 6:20 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:A&E | My God |
I surf and click, then raise his complex shade,
the presence and the poundage of a man
who took care of business, transcending his name
along the road between White Station,
Mississippi, and the juke joints of Chicago.
A diminutive screen contains him,
as he expounds the meaning of the blues –
a patriarch and mason, who had grasped his letters
like thorns, until his la...
Sunday 19th April 2015 2:02 pm
Also by David Cooke:The Fly Past | In Loco Parentis | Weisz | Urban | Nothing | The Ice House |
Ghost Story II is still developing along nicely guys and girls.
Currently it is up to Part 19
See here http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/ for more details.
Lots of guest poets on here including Write Out Loud regulars, Hazel Connolly, Tina Ford, Natfastic (Natalie), Ian Whiteley Gray Nicholls and loads of others.
If you are still interested in submitting a guest poem, get in touch.
Sunday 19th April 2015 1:57 pm
Also by Andy N:Ghost Story Part I |
Stumbling with great form,
As ready and stable as any other hungover,
Willfully sick step could be,
I caught a terrifying question
Posed to no one.
"What if this is all real?"
He was a toothless mess,
Wishing he could feel as bad as me.
Longing for the self defeating luxury of excess,
And stuck with piss stained slacks,
Feeling the true bad I thought I was complainin...
Sunday 19th April 2015 11:14 am
In Algiers I held a glass
that held a face's stare
In the glass the face that stared
stared back at me in fear.
We came upon slowing traffic.
Inside the ancient bus
the standing passengers
were gently rocked as it edged
along the unfinished road.
We passed the sun-glassed occupants
of cars and busses
and the rolled-up sleeves of lorry drivers.
Sunday 19th April 2015 10:21 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Is this what borders do? | (untitled) | Licking |
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I’m not a stranger of myself anymore
I am a shadow
That shines bright
In the midst of the darkness
A machine that manufactures
In every waking breath
I’m the armor of my heart
As it breaks piece by piece
Like a shredded cloth
I’m broken enough to not feel broken
Dead enough to not feel my spirit
I no longer care for
Unnecessary conversations a...
Sunday 19th April 2015 8:24 am
Beneath this yonder twinkling isle
I laid down for a while;
Amidst this firmamental lea
I saw a pulsar shine with glee.
Soon i ventured into a dream
and saw the lign aloes gleam ;
a foreigner to this lonesome abyss
I savoured every kiss of bliss.
Sunday 19th April 2015 7:29 am
Tags: dream,time travel
Ever had a lover fill your head with lies yet you still cant resist them?
Can't rest tonight
can't settle in my skin
Full moon's out high
the past keeps tellin' lies,
Feels like I am always runnin,
away from somethin'
It's that reoccurin' dream
it's that smokescreen,
fog around my feet,
Keeping me sweet,
Sunday 19th April 2015 5:12 am
Also by Nicola Beckett:Snow -2008 | The Moon Watches -2006 | Nowhere - written 2004 Alicante | It' a Secret -2002 written Bury Met |
Do not presume to know
The secrets of my heart
Neither could you hope to understand
The thoughts inside my head
Don’t expect a welcome
As you try to probe inside
For the thoughts that are mine only
Are the thoughts inside my head.
So don’t be so upset
When your questions are unanswered.
My heart is locked and forged with steel
As are the thoughts inside m...
Saturday 18th April 2015 8:18 pm
Also by Steve:The Ballad of a Middle Aged Man |
Brevity of words;
No rhyme within its reason.
Saturday 18th April 2015 5:49 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Prelude to a Fall | Haiku: Caught Out | Haiku: Crow | The Crow | Who Are You? |
Waky Waky haiku
by gardeners probing fork
cringing hedgehog stirs.
Saturday 18th April 2015 12:32 pm
Tags: Wakey Wakey
Toward Morpeth’s Gathering,
Either side of Great North Road,
Daffodils gleefully showed
Their stalk-dressing flowering.
And then, at the Gathering,
Another great flowering
Of English heritage, showed
Through competitions that glowed
Saturday 18th April 2015 11:11 am
VI. Little Fish
Dive and swim in the pond.
Drift by smoothly, feeling the sun.
Be happy and free with no bond.
Swim and float by because your journey has begun.
Swim my dear little fish
For this is your granted wish.
The bowl feels too tight
It has grown too small.
So I will set you free
Maybe one day you will come back to me.
Struggle against the ripping cur...
Friday 17th April 2015 8:30 pm
Also by Camille:V. The Passing | IV. Coffee | III. Conquer | II. The Night |
Always is a long time
But together its lovely
Don’t want to be alone
Everyday without you would be pain
Forget about me
Got to move on
Have to forget the memories
I will face what's new
Just move on
Friday 17th April 2015 6:36 pm
Also by Aly Hatcher:HAPPY | LOVE | (untitled) | Live Long, Die Old |
I'm a person that i'd never thought i'd be...
All the mistakes that I've made
All the love that I've given away..
My soul has ventured realms no one could ever begin to fathom
and I have seen myself die in many form... now I am the ghost in the room,
a hundred people surround but inside I'm nowhere around...
I'm in a constant search for answers to questions that cannot be answered..
Friday 17th April 2015 8:07 am
Also by CodyLoveHateBlake:Here I am | One to blame | For what? | Left alone. | You can't see.. | Don't be surprised. | Hanging on | I move along! | Think about it. | This is not a phase | Come home child! | I am | Never forget! | An ode to the dog on the side of the road... |
Something To Say.
I’ve got something to say about everything -
the bloody Tories and the bloody liberals
and that blood Farage with his bloody racism
and what about the bloody workers
and stop the bloody NHS cuts,
give us all a bloody living wage,
stop the bloody bankers bonuses,
plenty to say about benefits Britain
about the state of the nation,
about the house of lords,
Thursday 16th April 2015 7:53 pm
Tags: #firmagainstapathy,apathy,general election,views,vote
Also by Ian Whiteley:In The Halls Of The Kingmaker | Carnations |
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