I cry myself to sleep some nights just from thinking about the present day
I wish sometimes I wasnt me just so that from the tears and pain I could break away
No job, no trust, no money, just sorrow
Sadly some days I wake, Im never looking forward to see tomorrow
I know its crazy because everyday should be a blessing
But at this very moment in my life, happiness is what Im missing...
Thursday 24th April 2014 12:39 pm
Also by Starr Steele:My First Sight of Love | Prom night has began... |
This was written in tribute to the 27 Club and 20th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's deathÂ The Jimi Hendrix Experience Kurt Cobain Jim Morison Janis Joplin Sid Viscious Rock n roll reject (suicide) updated April 2014 He was the living the high life for far too long, Living it up at the top of his game, Taking liberties and singing his songs, No need to care for rights and wrongs, ...
Thursday 24th April 2014 9:45 am
Also by LEE JAMES BLUNT:A welcome return to Write out loud |
I'm eggshausted and eggsasperated -
I shouldn't have eggspected less
But in fact it's eggsceded my worst eggspectations
I've had too many eggs - eaten to eggsess
I'm not one for eggsageration
I prefer to be eggsact
But, I'll eggspound and eggspress myself further
For some sympathy, I wish to eggstract
Well, I took some advice from an "eggspert"
An eggstravigant egghead, called Ed
Thursday 24th April 2014 12:46 am
Who Are You, William Shakespeare? By Alain English
William Shakespeare, poet and the writer
The wonder of our stage, and an icon of the theatre
Will you help me, William Shakespeare?
I'm a little bit confused here
For all that I've heard said about you
I still feel I don't know you
I'm mystified and curious
In need of explanations
I hope that you can ease my mind
Wednesday 23rd April 2014 11:32 am
Also by Alain English:Shakespeare Authorship Debate |
I remember it.
The day I came.
flat cap on.
in the rain.
Made me scream,
Blown to smithereens
in a Rotherham wind.
is how much?
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 11:03 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:What I Heard in Sharrow Vale (for Pete Mckee) |
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Beech tree save breeze for me
Hideaway for highwaymen
high above broken ground
of maiden's hearts
Soaked in rain was my way
now blue skies do the same
- are all the same
Walk away the tunnel way
to Highgate Hill and down again
find your mates
have your share
Hidaway for you and me
I wish we were born to be...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 9:30 pm
I don’t know how your love flew
gliding through my window,
fluttering, it shouted out your name,
becoming the adage of my love
Your breath dampened my skin,
opening the doors of my heart;
I want you… wandering in this festivity of feelings
I don’t know how you tied me to your arms,
feeling the sap running beside me,
a pillar of life and desire,
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 6:44 pm
Tags: love poem
Also by Noris Roberts:Do not judge me, as my sin deserves | My heart learned to tolerate |
Should have been your boy
back from the game
bag of fish and chips
grin as wide as the Mersey
drunk on youth and sunshine
still living every pass shot tackle
as he settles down in front of the box
him and the old man each with a can
to watch it all over on Match Of The Day.
Instead, it was coppers
neighbours, friends, the sad-eyed priest
it was sorry for yo...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 5:34 pm
This is no movie, no fictional story,
It’s life, nothing more nothing less,
People come people go,
And as the forgotten fades away
The memories are left behind,
The things I swore would be remembered,
Have left, and know I’m lost,
Looking for your face in a sea of big waves
I forgot I’m drowning,
Wishing that I knew you were okay,
Cause time keeps pa...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 12:49 pm
Also by emmy92:Sad Story | Mystery man | Believing |
‘D’ MOCK CRASS Y? AND THE RULE OF LAW
Oh Citadel of Westminster, look down on your creation:
millions of damned and blighted lives – the remnants of a nation.
Yes, you forgot that power corrupts, and honed your fell foul skills
till power, close to absolute, finds England wracked with ills.
Now this Quixote – errant knight – tilts ...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 11:04 am
For the last few weeks
I’ve been staying
At my girlfriends
She lives with
And this morning
I’m in the tub
Dreaming of speedboats
And St Tropez
Despite the strangeness
Of it all
Stretched out here
A thick white towel
Slung over the
Bang about in
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 8:35 am
poem 21 of my napwrimo ghost poetry series. probably my starkest so far and another excellent guest poem this time from Daniel North too.
Besides the remaining 9 parts, guest poems are also due from Ian Whitley, Antony Owen, Jeff Dawson (aka Jeffara...
Monday 21st April 2014 11:23 am
Also by Andy N:Part 10 (Ghost Story) | Ghost Story Part IV |
Firing Phoenix on your shoulder
Lightens up the wavering ways,
It burns all obstacles and borders,
Leading up through all the vainness.
Qawwali music plays around,
Sunlight is shining from your eyes,
The feet sometimes don't touch the ground,
And baby's smile illumes the mouth.
'So let the sky brighten up our worlds,
Repaying kindness of all hearts,
The generosity of deep souls',-
Sing playful twinkles from ...
Monday 21st April 2014 6:25 am
I didn’t know what it was like
in the sea, I only imagined
cold, depth, darkness;
a sliver of the unknown;
‘The Inchcape Rock’ – Peter Graham,
1908, that which stayed
pinned to my father’s wall;
a navy blanket slung careless, crumpled.
And strange to think
at sunrise, the mist would seem
to cover, then to clear, and wave
for the gulls to pass on thr...
Sunday 20th April 2014 5:11 pm
Tags: 2013,Yesterday's Weather
Also by David Blake:Coalition | Chapter One |
A bare light bulb burning
An ancient vinyl churning
Out a long forgotten tune.
A love song crackling in the gloom.
A cum stained mattress strewn
Across the floor
Waiting for the flaking bedroom door
The next abuser
Of her morals
There are no laurels,
Only losers here.
She has a need
A need to feed her habit
With eyes like a frightened rabbit
Sunday 20th April 2014 4:09 pm
We wonder amongst the ruins
Rusting trucks and cutting gear
Severed cables protruding
From weathered walls
And the pit head wheel
Still proud above us
By municipal crumbs
And volunteer labour
Only open occasionally
For public inspection
We whisper questions
Here the miners lamps
Here the cramped ca...
Sunday 20th April 2014 3:36 pm
Tags: Coal Mining,Liverpool poetry,Liverpool Poets,Poetry,Welsh Poets,Welsh Poets.David Subacchi,Wrexham.
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The war between the sexes gets fought out in en-suites
But really! What’s the issue girls? I’m talking toilet seats.
We want it up to do our stuff; you want it down for yours
So if it’s down we lift it up (then pee on toilet floors).
So if you find we’ve left it up no need to frump and frown
Cos, sweetheart you’re a big girl now – just put the bugger down
Sunday 20th April 2014 1:57 pm
Also by John Coopey:Seven Deadly Sins | Nigel Farage | Sharing the Wealth | The Hoaxers |
04.02.14: 1) I should be composing poetry
About this years trip
Words flowing like water, like firing a pistol from the hip
Ready to take stock, seems like I've a mental block
So much has been going on
One year by this time I'd written many,
So far this year I haven't writen any
Hopefully in April when I get on the plane
My inspiration will be back again
Saturday 19th April 2014 10:42 pm
Grandchildren Of The Somme
the dead lay on the injured earth
all wearing grey death masks of mud
a tally of what life is worth
just bone and sinew flesh and blood
attrition wrought its deadly cost
the river Somme held back its flood
humanity forever lost
just bone and sinew flesh and blood
sixteen miles wide and just six deep
survivors wondered if they could
block out the dreams t...
Saturday 19th April 2014 3:38 pm
Tags: kyrielle form,memorial,the somme,war,war poetry,WW1
Also by Ian Whiteley:The Walkin' Man (Audio Version) | Bruises Of The Norman Yoake | Children Of The Glamned | The Bicycle Scout (21st August 1914) | Flamborough Head |
I’ve tried to learn to sing a song
Well enough to let a singer
Know the way I found to sing
My lyric-only songs.
That is, just in case a singer
Was in want of a way to sing
These lyric-only songs.
But I’m sorry there’s no notes with the songs,
And hope they’re okay said, if not sung -
As love songs.
(P.S: writing, via mimicking, my tunes came...
Saturday 19th April 2014 12:04 pm
When paranoia the gang has,
It throws the propaganda information
And all the Russians they would hang,
As not the Ukrainian population.
When dragons and chimera
In the illegal admin appear
They write the laws of terra
Which frighten you with fear.
Their poisonous will and power
Can bring every man to death.
With every coming hour
The news runs out of br...
Saturday 19th April 2014 11:47 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Only Once the Spring Comes | The first or the last ...? |
It’s been almost a lifetime
in gyrating spiraling flow
Defying constant onslaught
of getting pulled far below
Each time tried resurfacing
in a new vortex got caught
Adding on presented misery
to existing scene distraught
Tired of repetitive challenges
testing every bit of strength
Wonder extent of all tr...
Saturday 19th April 2014 10:28 am
Tags: change for the better,expectation,regret,sadness,Struggle
Also by Sunny Chopra:Trading Places | Fraught Grapple | Typical Day |
Idly thinking I wonder where we will be in the future,
will we ever reach the stars after the death of our own world,
killed by pollution, war and overcrowding?
Will we do as in Rome, on a new planet? If we survive that far.
Our path is tough. Some actions we do are abysmal, look at how we treat one another. We do need to learn to talk and not shoot first....
Saturday 19th April 2014 6:07 am
Tags: events,life and death,life times,mystery of life
Also by nick armbrister:Thread That Binds |
Carbon Shaped Life-forms
Aye, carbon based we are,
Carbon based within integrations
And it’s not just molecular,
It’s not just cells though,
We may be ‘carbon based’ but,
We make angles of our carbon forms,
Ninety degrees of humanity,
One-eighty degrees an animal,
We move we flow,
We structure our courtsh...
Saturday 19th April 2014 2:51 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:In Every Day An Hour |
When you are 60
Will you still listen
To the same crap music
That annoys the hell
Out of most people
But still leave you
While stood up
On the bus
No matter what
Everybody else thinks
And still wear
That look like
They are held together
By bits of invisible tape
And should have been
30 years ago.
Friday 18th April 2014 11:44 pm
Drifting into overwhelming
and obligatory strangenesses.
Leaving behind the command of time.
I am beyond the touch
of its unexplained momentum.
Here many visions
inscribing themselves in ripples
on the shadowed fluidity
of nothingness pulsating
in its own excellence.
Awakening day breathes a newness.
having performed so many d...
Friday 18th April 2014 10:46 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:lesson in fighting | Born to be Wilde | Cumulous and Co. | Granddaughter | misguidance | Insider | Questions for the ascended one | Balletomane |
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Written following the ceremony on November 11, 2013, a copy has been received by the Adjutant,
Wellington Barracks SW1. The poem is especially relevant this year...the 100th anniversary of the
start of World War One - "the war to end all wars". This version is included in a forthcoming CD
of my work called "Poetry To Please".
Friday 18th April 2014 5:25 pm
Lord, You are my strength,
whenever I'm completely weak.
You are the spiritual delight
in Whom I only seek.
Lord, You are my morning light
that's shining above the mountain peaks.
You are my hungering desire -
For each day of every week.
Lord, You are my vigilant Father
over earthly trials through which I eke.
Please keep me mindful of Your Word,
so my attitude remains... humble and mee...
Thursday 17th April 2014 11:38 pm
Tags: breunig,christian poetry,faith,Lord You Are,poetry
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Standard of Cooperation | Poem: Game Theory | Poem: Spoken Word | Poem: Prayer Scented Incense | Poem: Violet Muwanguzi | Poem: Silent Tears | Poem: For Just One Day | Poem: Cleanse Me Lord |
In that lift ascending
In that hotel bedroom
In that empty office
On that leather sofa
In your midnight bedroom
On the last train home
In my en-suite bathroom
In the Soho cinema
In the tips of your fingers
In the palm of my hands
Peeling those clothes off
Thursday 17th April 2014 6:00 pm
Tags: Electricity sex passion lust desire
Also by Tom:Ruins |
Thank god it’s Good Friday - come what may
Just don’t expect me to kneel and pray
I’m a doubting Thomas - a non believer
A lapsed catholic with cabin fever
If you are of a religious persuasion
Elevate yourself - rise to the occasion
Hallelujah praise the lord
Jesus loves you - climb on board
Crucify yourself - make that connection
Check it out right now - here come...
Thursday 17th April 2014 9:38 am
My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house
And grief introduced itself
Melancholic and wounded
It hunched in the corner of the room
She fed him her loving eyes
Bread in tweezers
And named him Poe
Then this sanctuary
She phoned every night
He was mending well and with the magpies...
He was in the biggest aviary...
He was set free.
Thursday 17th April 2014 1:52 am
I wrote this second edition at the suggestion of M.C. Newberry
Wednesday 16th April 2014 2:04 pm
Tags: Brevette,Poem,second world war
Also by Shirley Smothers:How am I going to Explain This? |
At ten past ten; ten fifty-five;
at midnight, then at five past one
slowly clapping clock-hands clapped
again, and slowly carried on.
Four twenty passed; five twenty five;
six thirty; seven thirty five;
sleep eluded me all night, now
I’m compelled to look alive.
Wednesday 16th April 2014 7:18 am
Also by Travis Brow:THE CRACKS. | EVOLUTION. | HIGHWAY CODA. | WIDE ASLEEP. | CAR WASH | IN PASSING. | THE LONG HAUL. |
The couple who sometimes clean my house came today,
she has a new boyfriend now a nice looking man who work
hard and obey her. I don´t know what happened to her first
boyfriend he suddenly disappeared, rumours has it he was
a bit violent, and my cleaner is not a woman who tolerates
who tolerates that; I think she killed him if found out I will ...
Tuesday 15th April 2014 1:06 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen :black humour | San Clemente | Lavender | the right gift | strange encounter | milk churns | nails | friendly animals | misfit in Liverpool | Christopher Hitchens | hero or traitor | the wait |
Flowers of colour under summer blue
Daisy chains bind maidens tight
Bluebells ring out their charming spell
The river's reflection may not be
what you want to see
The seasons shout hello but whisper goodbye
Spring colours into life; grey memories, white swans
I would like to wish you all well
as I can't think of anythi...
Tuesday 15th April 2014 8:56 am
Tags: Stockport Collage Poem
Is it the game winning shot
Is it thelasting mark we leave
Is it the continuation of our story
or the continuation of anothers story
Is it ours to have or ours to represent
Is it the focus of our actions,
on something greater than ourselves
Is it having that one thng that cant be taken,
a purpose for the thing we call life
Do we find it in religion, or in others,
Monday 14th April 2014 3:43 am
Also by some dude:Lost |
Should the blood of my pen
illuminate this draft and others
with the procurations I have made
and the toying with scents and meanings
will be allowed to make a home for itself
where words need to grow
evoke their own divinity
Sunday 13th April 2014 10:06 pm
She was a romantic, warm hearted, sentimental fool in a very cold world, the type of world that sometimes seemed to have no refuge for dreamers and those that believe in true love. At times she would feel loves warm rays dance briskly across her face and the seeds of self worth in her heart would just for an instant anticipate the beginning of spring and the end of her winter. Th...
Sunday 13th April 2014 8:19 pm
Sunday 13th April 2014 1:36 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:Blinded | Lost Love | The Battle | The Hat |
"Any love would know this isn't love", he said
And so I sat.
And in those hours
I asked my love to leave.
And when I woke
my love woke too,
and everywhere I went that day
my love was there.
"Don't dwell", I told my love.
My love just smiled.
And I knew my love would stay with me.
Sunday 13th April 2014 1:01 pm
As a proper poet I must have an unasked-for and misinformed opinion about the issues of the day. Here's my thoughtful response to the offenders/books debate:
My advice to offenders
The great and the good have decided
That you don't get no books at all
'Cos all you'll do is pile 'em high
To try to climb over the wall
So to conceal your block and tackle in
Swap your snout for a bloody big t...
Sunday 13th April 2014 12:27 pm
Tags: Comedy Poetry comedy verse politics
Do you know where Hoy is?
Heard of the Old Man
(back to him in a minute)
But do you know where it is?
A golden place for our silver wedding holiday.
Caught the ferry to Hoy,
Wanting to see the Old Man,
As you do.
No sign of the hand of man,
old or young,
in the wild windswept centre,
just the road and the heather.
And then some cheery, elderly r...
Saturday 12th April 2014 2:23 pm
I keep telling myself not to take it so serious
All this time wasted and I’m left delirious
As old as bones and as cold as stones
Now I’m not sure I should be left alone
Free to think of me with wealth
Drunk, stoned and stupid
And in perfect health
Step out the door
Leave the brain on the shelf
Tonight I don’t see it being much help
A thought there then here
‘What was that?’
Saturday 12th April 2014 3:25 am
Tags: amateur,dark,night,night out,poem,self loathing
Here's the link for my latest poetry video. Nautical Almanac is a poetic weirdo of mine that was first published in Spring 2011 and archived in the publication at the Southbank poetry library. More details are at my blog www.leilaniestewart.wordpress.com
Friday 11th April 2014 5:30 pm
Tags: poetry reading
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Joseph Robert's poems in Message in a Bottle magazine |
A CHILDS EYE
Imagine a world of love and laughter
Of fun filled days and freedom till after
The tea time call or the playtime bell
Get back into line or you'll catch some hell
Imagine a world of wildness and wonder, of fun and jest
Of questions and answers and adventurous quest
When time was your own and life was a whim
To walk, to run through grass so long, to swim
Imagine a world ...
Friday 11th April 2014 3:16 pm
Whilst our leaders wretch,
choking on the acrid stench of their own arrogance
and await the fall like curled leaves
into the domain of ghosts and shadows,
our inadequacies, once sown to our shirts like buttons
tarnished and dented by the dulling air of our apathy
now lie ankle deep around us.
Ergo we bend fossicking in the detritus
to salvage discarded nibs and inks and p...
Thursday 10th April 2014 11:54 pm
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I feel a little in the way, a nuisance I suppose;
I'm like a green carbuncle on a supermodel's nose.
A fly found in the ointment, a worm upon a plate,
A banker's contribution to a probity debate.
A vegan at a hog roast, a snake inside a boot,
The water lapping at the feet of mighty King Canute.
A politician's promise, a long forgotten vow,
As useful as a set of wheels...
Thursday 10th April 2014 10:55 pm
Pulling corners from their isolation
Pulling hallways from their lonely walk
Seeing someone come along for the eye
Promising it wont be long... enough
Stayed and hid up in my mind
Stayed and forgot the time
Stayed to watch what I hate
and stayed to hear "it's far too late"
Clothed myself in laziness
Changed my mind a million times
Changed but found me still sn...
Thursday 10th April 2014 10:35 pm
Also by Athena:Driving You | I'm Out |
Thursday 10th April 2014 4:32 pm
Also by pat jones:performance poet available [personalised poetry writer |
I`m singing because…
I`m singing because I`m left down in this cold submarine and can`t get out,
Because people keep hammering on the hull and calling the noise music,
Because they think that this stale stench they breathe is really air.
I keep telling them it`s not so, but no one listens.
So I sing, as it`s only the singing makes them heed.
I`m singing because I wa...
Wednesday 9th April 2014 10:20 pm
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