Wildfire
Everyone has their secrets,
some are just better liars –
they never show their weakness.
Inside they burn like wildfire.
Without a conscience you are free
from the torment and the dread.
It is such bullshit and irony
that Hell exists only in your head.
The walls you build imprison
keeping altruism distant,
intentional abscission
from a life worth existenc...
Saturday 29th February 2020 10:33 pm
Also by Wallflower:
Ice Queen |Act Natural
With a flick of the wrist my journey begins,
Tipping and tumbling from palm to finger,
Chittering and chattering along with my fellows.
I am rolled and thrown; I am the decider of fates.
I have slain dragons and heroes,
Bribed thugs and courted barmaids,
Threatened thieves and solved riddles.
Three words can begin a fight.
Roll for initiative.
I spin through th...
Saturday 29th February 2020 9:21 pm
Also by Jacob Strachan:
Winning | WE/ME | Memory | Masks | Thanks |A Shirt
Hands crept into the sleeve
as the buttons twisted
the shadow of cultural masculinity-
the callous cataloguing that jolts the collar,
I want to suppress fascination of scrunched stereotypes,
and iron the burns from my skin.
Saturday 29th February 2020 7:04 pm
Also by Hannnah:
The Debut In Philosophy | Poems | The Spring Let Them Sing | Time | Being Human | The Thought | Fixation |My Confidence
My confidence might be a house of cards,
And topple over with no safeguards.
My confidence might be a pane of glass,
And be seen through and easily smash.
My confidence might be a rare mink vase,
Worth much but breaks to a thousand shards.
My confidence might be a beautiful flower,
And crushed with just a little power.
But my confidence might be a bar of gold.
Strong and valuab...
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:08 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:
Wheel of Fortune | Rooms of the Mind | Controlling Our Lives? | Mornings | Underdogs |?
What am I going to do
Sit here, crying for you
My heart is sinking
Deeper and deeper
My fears are increasing
Bigger and bigger
I haven't any clue
How I should myself rescue
From the bonds of evil
And also from the chains unseen
I wish it could be the end of life
So that I wouldn't have to suffer
Any pains, pangs and confusions
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:05 pm
EVIL
What lies beneath or in between
sees little light until it seems
the black of night brings out its teeth
then evil comes from underneath
What is it in the minds of men
that brings out evil, mean and grim
is it in man's nature, hidden deep
that cruelty so often repeats
Where in the heart does evil lie
its commonness can't be denied
in darkest moods it is...
Saturday 29th February 2020 2:21 pm
Also by d.knape:
In Memory Of | MAPS | New Car | Where Flowers Bloom | Canaries Flights Suspended | Like Spam | The Unexpected | Dinosaur Extinction ( For Mature Audiences) | Bodies | Cedar Trees | Oh Thoreau | Cow Sheds | Two Day Poem | Wash Cycle | Puttin' On The Socks | The Short Life Of A Pill Bug | CAVES | Fleeting Thoughts | Lemonade | High Blood Pressure | Second Childhoods | Dead Roach | Sorting Socks | Names | Retirement Village | Accomplishments |GRANNY ON A TRIP
In the cause of lightening up someone's day - read on.
A boy asked his Granny. "Have you seen my pills. They're labelled LSD".
"F..k the pills", Granny replied, "have you seen the dragons in the kitchen?!"
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Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
IN PASSING | SOCIAL MEDIA - A USER'S GUIDE | CHANNELS | YOU ARE THE MUSIC - song/lyric version | BY ALL MEANS | ALL HAIL MOTHER NATURE! | LIFE'S LOTTERY | GETTING YOUR WORDS' WORTH | BBC LICENCE FEE | TIME AND TIDE - A Post Brexit Viewpoint |Muses, Sins & Soul Ties
Is it a sin for your muse
to inspire mine,
provide momentary escapes
from loneliness, pain,
the daily grind,
give words to fantasies
of the mind,
connect soul ties.
It’s hard to believe
a God of love
would consider musing
a crime.
If it is, that’s not a religion
to which I subscribe.
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Also by Vautaw:
In Search of Mermaids and Lighthouses | How Do I Love Thee | Rescue | Kindred Spirits | How Many Times | Que Sera | Embers |I have no secrets
I have no secrets
And few thoughts
What I’ve held onto
Hasn’t taken off
I’m learning how to
Shut my mouth
Another few decades
And I’ll have gotten it
And you’re free to walk
Through my mind
And take
Anything you like
You could even stay
For a while
It’s cheap
And the colors are bright
I have no secrets
And they’re not here
They visit
When I’m alone
They get too ...
Saturday 29th February 2020 11:15 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
More Blood | People Are Messy |The Destination & The Journey
Some roads lead nowhere
But without a sign to tell us otherwise, we will travel down them
Without hesitation
Until we arrive at the cliff edge, the end of the road
There is no road ahead that will lead me to safety
until now
Part of me knew that this is how it ought to be
Not a raging thunderstorm each night
Leaving me awake and tearful for the next clap of thun...
Saturday 29th February 2020 10:59 am
Also by Cait Abbott:
The Ways | Simplicity | Lock and Key | Outside of my Window | Surrender | In Dreams | Recipe for Recovery | Work in Progress |The Archive Monster's Coming
The Archive Monster's Coming
The Archive Monster's coming
Quickly, you me read
Don't worry though, my poet will
Continue with my breed
Don Matthews 29 February 2020
Saturday 29th February 2020 8:11 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Oh Little Poem With Two Days Left | A Strange Happening | The Singer and the Storm | Billy's Problem LMS | Did You Notice? | I Am An Offbeat Poet | G'day | Po' s Come Back From the Dead. Again. | LMS Update 19/2/20 | Silly 'n' Sad | At What Cost President Trump? | Update. But You'll Just Have To Wait | Did He Not Write Comedy? | Miracle Man | Dr Don At Your Service | God Is On The Web | Thalia Likes My Drumming | I'm Gonna Do a Blocky | I Don't Like Seeing Mine (and others) Constructive Comments Getting Binned. (we were simply trying to help) | Prosaic Hell | Circled by High Fences | Pamela and Jon Tie the Love Knot | Polyadic | The Journey | How Old Are You? | How and Why |Therapy
My fears
Slowly respired away
As these tears
Became my oxygen mask everyday
Saturday 29th February 2020 5:46 am
For the Poetry
There’s a connection
A brief flirt
And before you know it
We’re going crazy over each other’s words
The list of reasons confirms you won’t be good for me
But it’ll make for some good poetry
We fool around, lift each other up
Take a drink from the lover’s cup
But watch out,
Don’t get in too deep
Remember this is only for the poetry
We circle around crazy ideas
The two of us in a be...
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:26 am
Also by kimberly:
Spiraling | Down on Lovers Lane | My Songs | Lost and Found | Swallowed by the Shine of the Sun | A Love I Cannot Return | Empty and Nothing | Meet Me In The Rain | Sweet Pleasantries | Blurred Lines | Seeking Truth | Make Room | Calming Waters | Wait and See | Breathe Again | Countdown to Love | Getting To Know You | Awaiting the Day | Mementos |Proto-Ritual
a child of 9, i wrote from a 3
across the busy street
from my foster family at the time
the 3 was HIGH
i climbed it though i could not climb
i can't remember where i carried the notepad
wether crook or backpack but each branch ascended made me look down and wonder
why i was doing this
the cars that raced passed, the circuit trucks,
sent the branches trembling, goose...
Friday 28th February 2020 3:29 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:
"Peacefully In Their Sleep" | The 31 Inversion | Ovel | God is a Gun | The pope Has Lost His slippers, The Red Ones, And his God-forsaken Mind Along With Them. | You Fire You | Synchrocosmos | The Drawing of a Poem | Circa Timeless | Siamesepoem | Lyra, I Barely Know Ye | Poem of a Proud Swine | Blame Is In The Eye Of The Beholder | Raped by an Angel | Trips and Traffick Lights | glassalg | Tripartate of the Question | Suicide in a Hall Of Mirrors | death to fruit |Our World Is Disappearing
Water is rising floods sent from hell, Corona virus too
Everybody pondering but there is nothing they can do
Global warming distroying our world it's not going to end
A disaster after another, no one know what is round the bend
Save the earth be mindful they tell us. Stop it getting worse
This can't be fixed by hand, or all the money in ones purse
How do you stop ice from me...
Friday 28th February 2020 12:13 pm
Also by The_Northern_Lass:
Corona Virus | Yesterday | Sad Valentine | You | Valentine in heaven | Blow wind blow | Only In Dreams | The Northen Lass |Coronavirus scare
I was insructed to drive to the hospital on my own,
My throat was sore my tonsils had grown.
I was informed to arrive at the hospital wearing a mask.
On the car park a nurse was waiting to perform her task.
Faced by her rubber gloves and her disposable attire,
My body was in full sweat and on fire.
My temperature and blood pressure were taken through the window of my car,
...Friday 28th February 2020 8:08 am
Also by hugh:
A balance check | A tight fit | A tribute to Caroline Flack | Harm on the farm. | Indicator fault? |Krasivaya
Krasivaya
A strange sound
A string of letters
It doesn't make sense till you meet her
Krasivaya : beautiful but with strength, unique
But not even this is enough to discribe you
Friday 28th February 2020 3:53 am
Also by Zoëlla:
I don't know why | (untitled) | (untitled) |Son Of My Father
Son Of My Father
What did you do in the war dad?
I fought against Fascists, son.
And were you frightened there dad?
Did you want to turn around and run?
Yes, I was frightened there son
So, don’t believe the lies that are spun
About the death and the glory of war, boy.
There is death, but of glory there’s none.
Thanks for all that you did dad
A...
Friday 28th February 2020 12:07 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Making A Point | The Keeper | Flame | Bedlam | Dead Leaves | Withdrawal Method (When Being Fucked) |UNKNOWN UNKNOWNS
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men.
'Ripple': Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter
If you open your heart to the misery
Of those who live without hope
If you learn to walk in another’s steps
And learn not to avert your gaze
If you give all that you have ...
Thursday 27th February 2020 11:00 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Whimsy | A hex on you, a hex on me, a hex on us all | Dogfighter | The end | Lines | Inner city blues | Cancer | GENERATION 27 | Life is but a dream... | AMADEUS | Lidos | The stolen child | Marilyn Monroe reading Ulysses | Paralysis | BYZANTIUM | spring | Wish you were here | An orthodox fugue | The vanishing life | Such eloquent Graffiti | Sons and brothers. | onion dome | Dappled sunshine | Ripple in still water | The magnificent Moors | A charmed death | i.m. Pte Jack Prince | Early Spring in England | Labyrinth | Being here | Daily life | from swerve of shaw to blend of bray | i.m. Vasily Zaystev | The Home Front | Lovers' parting | The rags of time |LUV IT
Another of my hobbies is playing tennis
And I realized that's the opposite of writing rhymes
Because some of my best poems
Come from aiming outside the lines
Thursday 27th February 2020 7:04 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:
OH, THAT GUY | I'M TOAST | GREECE SPOT |IT WON'T TAKE LONG
Sing a happy song it won't take long
before your spirit lightens
brightens the day
Sing Sing a happy song
chase the blues away
choose to have a happy day
full of sunshine
not gray
By Lynn Hahn
Thursday 27th February 2020 5:09 pm
Disassociation
My hobbies are thinking in circles
Signs of a melancholy mind
What a joke?
I don't what to live my life
Also I never want to die
So cover the sounds of kids dying
With a happy sunset all you like
Hope is hell
We all know death is coming
But this is my pocket of time
Nothing is good but the bad is mine
So see the lights why you still can
Thursday 27th February 2020 1:30 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Soulmate | Cruel Fate/Queer | This Isn't]That Kind of Poem[ | What is Humour? | Melancholy Death | Words of The Waiting Man 33 | End It All |one in the chamber
the world will always be a terrible place if you decide what's coming out of my mouth before I say anything.
Before you even know my name , you've already decided who I am and the min max of what I have to say.
and then we don't even have a conversation, you just scry keywords and wait for your chance to talk.
it goes nowhere
and when it goes nowhere, you consider that a victory.
an...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 7:42 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
ashigaru I (02/14/2020) | Athings I see when I close my eyes 2 |FEEDING THE ILLUSION
Are we being our most authentic selves and living authentic lives but only posting what we want the world to see? Using every resource to glamourise mediocrity and disguise pain? Authentic is defined as: “not false or copied; genuine; real.” And, my favorite definition, “representing one's true nature or beliefs; true to oneself or to the person." However ,these days our primary focus is on social...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 5:46 pm
I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid
when I was sat in primary school
bored out of my head
no teacher ever really got to me
I had daydreams only
occasionally they would be broken
on a rainy morning
when I'd see a mate strolling late
past the school gates
and I’d be encouraged at the sight of him
cos the day would become way better
than it had begun
there was a lot of fun to be had
even in days suc...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 3:37 pm
PHOTOS OF ME DINNER
When old gits gather, talk always turns to nostalgia – the size of Wagon Wheels and Mars Bars, for example. A loose re-enactment of that Monty Python Yorkshiremen sketch.
At such a coven recently my mate remembered those pre-digital, pre-Facebook days of snapping a dozen photos on your Kodak Instamatic and taking the film to Boots to get it developed. You’d collect your photos two weeks later...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 10:23 am
Also by John Coopey:
IN HIS HANDS | THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE | AND SO THIS IS BREXIT |Miss Fitted - Poem
You could tell she was trying hard,
Which girl doesn't try to mould their own skin to fit in?
You could tell she was trying to impress,
But as someone who knew better, I should have told her to rest,
But she was trying to hard to make it,
She was going all the way to fake it,
And I could tell,
She wore the sheepish smile,
But I knew this act so well,
She was like me,
I am like her,
She ...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 12:34 am
Who’s Next
From Mozart to Metallica,
and Brahms to Barry White,
the gamut of Britannica,
I change it round each night.
I close my eyes in ecstasy
when Slowhand plays guitar,
and Louis Armstrong’s legacy
just proves he was a star.
Young Elton too, he wasn’t bad,
and he could even sing,
but he was only just a lad
when Elvis was The King.
Sometimes I’ll fancy r...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 8:05 pm
New Therapist
She sits there her book full of latent codes,
a way of communicating so no-one knows
Rambling on my life, traces of a history unread:
a mind full of trash and misdeeds unsaid.
She's a pristine therapist, who hasn't lived,
expecting me to say all and give,
when I couldn't give a shit about her plan.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:
You made me do it |Shame
For many years I walked in shame
With my head bowed down not looking anyone in the eyes
Shame for not being good enough
Shame for not being wanted nor loved
I sat in darkness wondering if I would ever be able to find light
Sat there wondering, if I would ever be worthy or enough
Then a voice whispered in my ear, " I am here."
The voice got louder and yelled, " I am here."
T...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Jacqueline L Elias:
I am African | Wait | Hard | Smile | What is next? | Numb | Dark Cloud |A Tall Glass of Yesterday
Bottled up tight
blanked out regrets
bitter taste
hard to swallow
that lingers longer
than it should
dark memories
stand tall again.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 4:30 pm
The Fisherman
Toss the wistful dreams of men as coins into the wishing well,
That they perchance be answered as they land upon its bed,
Watch the anglers hook the fish that can't resist their skillful spell,
And cast their careful crafted lure to bob above the fishes head,
Pray the fish that's caught that day holds the essence of your dream,
Pray the patient fisherman who gently reels it in this ...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 12:38 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:
Taking Stock | Echoing Stars | Memento Mori |The Truth
The Truth
“Where's the truth, then?”
coughed a scabrous beggar,
eyeing me from a Portuguese pavement,
“where is it, you faker, where?”
“Really want to know?”
I smiled back: “Try this:
“Truth lies, really lies,
through its teeth
lies like a clumsy dentist
who never hurt anyone,
pretending cleansing truth
lying underneath the pain.
“Nev...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 9:45 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:
Things Seen Less Clearly |The nothingnesses
A poem from my drawerling,
to wit red notebook 1998
what is a nothingness?
solely an adumbration of
the voidness – forsakenness
an accustomary expression
an extinct volcano
– ad invinitum
the little animal
killed by the children
haply a starlet
- the dead
a ground of the bosomlet
from stone
or mayhap
the leaflet
fallen downward
the whole pict...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 7:33 am
Underwater World
An underwater house
In an underwater world
With underwater guys
And underwater girls
In a subterranean
homesick land
Where mermaids
take you by the hand
Their bodies gyrating
to water music
With a strong backbeat
you can shake your booty
Some of those maids
are raunchy fish
But not in it
for the money
If you get my drift
So if you fancy copping o...
Monday 24th February 2020 8:30 pm
Growth
Hush now little seedling
Don't be afraid of the dark
You're going to grow and flourish
I'm giving you the best start.
You're going to be so beautiful
and do such wonderous things
You could be a saviour
lets see what summer brings.
It's going to take some time
So be patient through the rain
You're part of a whole forest
Nature's whispering campaign.
Monday 24th February 2020 8:02 pm
Also by Natalie Rupik:
Vengence | Goddess | Speak up little girl | Greenpeace | Perspective |TRANSFORM 1
TRANSFORM 1
slither in
the blind
changing shape
in time
rearranging in
the berm
tadpole losing
its squirm
dragging from
the rough
to hop on
the bluffs
head out of
the hudge
cues from
nature's nudge
breathe in
formation
pure
oxygen
origination
transform
again
back to
seeds
root through
weeds
can't explain
the genesis
magic
twist
of a
chrysalis
wings beat
back
...
Monday 24th February 2020 7:40 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:
BOUNTY | SHIFT | GUIDE |Do You Ever Also?
Do you ever feel like you're the protagonist of a book?
Where the ending is constantly being rewritten and you're just waiting for the day that it's finally gone through all the edits and gets published?
But what happens if it's a novel that has 7 parts?
You might never even get to read the last written words or get to the final chapter of what you thought was your
"perfect ending."
...Monday 24th February 2020 8:35 am
Scared of the dark
Papa, papa tell me what you see?
Yellow eyes my boy, ugly grinning teeth.
Quickly, quickly we must run and hide!
Tell me why papa?
For that is what, goes bump in the night.
When I am big and strong, will you show me where the monster, it sleeps?
Never my boy, it is too scary for me,
Stay hidden, stay quiet, keep your eyes under the sheets!
HELP, HELP a young man shrieks!
...Sunday 23rd February 2020 10:00 pm
Also by The Wicked and the Kid:
Pointless | Weakness | Vengeance | Unanswered |Stabbed
Stabbed
An unexpected and searing pain
I crumpled with an agonised scream
I was breathless with disbelief
I fell foward as others screamed also
People coming and going
A shot rang out in the distance
I am going to die here and now
These words rang in my pulsating head
I was turned on my back
Words of comfort were softly spoken
I prayed to God , Save me please.
...Sunday 23rd February 2020 4:13 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
A Load of Luggage | The Voice of Integrity | An Afternoon Storm | The inner Sanctum | We cease to be | The Sounds of Night | Shifting Contrasts | Satie | Time Heals | Cut Adrift |Size Matters!
Size Matters!
Jack and Jill were getting wed.
(Jack’s dad thought, Jill was nice).
“But, let me give you, Son,” he said
“some fatherly advice.
On the day, I wed yer mam
I nipped ‘er straight indoors.
And, being ‘t sort of bloke I am
I soon laid down the laws.
I boldly took mi trousers off
and told ‘er, ‘put ‘em on.’
She drowned within a sea of cloth
...Sunday 23rd February 2020 3:41 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:
A 'Valued' Friend! | The Trouble With Nuts! |Entirety (The Whole)
The sights of ourselves still shape us to divide,
immediate response to the craves and madness,
we feel the way we feel but tonight it's you inside,
burried in the senses out of the lightness.
And days are still days but the trouble collides,
for all the reasons we chose not to revile,
and all our fears, childlish alike,
echoing through our minds, rejecting denial.
Stay where you are a...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 2:35 pm
THE COLOUR OF THOUGHT
Black is an absence of colour
defining an absence of thought,
so let's fall in love with colours instead,
dark sombre chocolate
and variations of dusky ivory,
forget what's in your head.
Can we dismiss green as one tone,
stand at dawn and be cheated of the light?
Should we be judged blinded of love,
allow fear to drive us to extremes
and into the arms of darkness...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:55 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE GLOBE |Written last night about Boris Johnson! Wahey!
FROM A COUNCIL TO A CULT
The cult distraction shrank
To be fronted by a child
However choreographed not exact stamp
A child reasoned with into accordance
That child now the man
On his shoulders crashing down
Spotlight always putting off
Because then known child is laughing
The cheated distracted thanked
To be vindicated right to suspect
And kept chil...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:21 pm
Also by Aaron Murdoch:
From a couple of years ago. Blogs being a lot shorter from here in |No one
So he is no one
In his story
Light of no sun
Reaches his glory.
Saturday 22nd February 2020 7:44 am
Also by Kritarth Jaiswal:
To a beginning |Love
Heavens must be smiling to me, oooh love, like the graceful moves of a talented dancer, I must have touched God when I kissed a stranger on the staircase, could birds and feathers be a soft way of talking about love? Or should we consider butterflies beauties in fear of love, or the gut the guru of secrets of love and fear, but that's just a lustful heart, wishful hopes for an angel up above to...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 7:01 am
Also by mathenge mengo:
Dear death | A storm of my own creation |Joys of Yellow
Springtime daffodils, crocuses and polished buttercups,
delicately scented fluffy feather-leaved mimosa.
February winter jasmine cascading yellowly
over southern sunwarmed stone walls,
an explosion of tiny briliant forsythia stars.
Hillside covered in cream yellow primroses,
with violets as mutual complement.
Sunrays stealing through shutter slats,
gifting a natural aw...
Friday 21st February 2020 6:21 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:
The Gloss Has Gone |Brexit: just as it ever was
The complainers complaint
is a constant refrain
"Woe is me -points-
they're all to blame!
I'm squeezed in the middle
by those with no name
pity me not them
they're all to blame!
why don't they just send 'em
all off to jail?
give to me not to them
coz they want the same,
give to me not to them
coz they're all to blame
them paki's and blacks
them poles and the lame
the unemplo...
Friday 21st February 2020 2:59 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Her Ancient Ruin |Hidden Despair
No day is different from the next,
Every day is the same,
Agony, misery and pain,
But no one knows it but me,
Others look and still can’t see,
The suffering that hunts me
Like pray,
the cloud that drowns all
happiness away,
The isolation that keeps me astray
From others who want me to be OK
And I want to be OK,
But the blues seem to be here to stay,
Robbing m...
Thursday 20th February 2020 8:06 pm
I Love Her Feet
Tiny toes adorned with painted nails delicately set high above the creased velvet goldmine below. Perched a top the gentle slopes guiding you down to the very heart of her most gracious arch.
My eyes now firmly fixed on the very center of her bend. Soft, tender flesh.
A delightful garden leading down to the very soles of your feet. One hand wrapped around your big toe and the other lifting your ...
Thursday 20th February 2020 7:58 pm
Also by AstronomicalLove:
Her Spot(s) | Missing You | 2 Year Anniversary Around The Corner |HIDE & SEEK
Time is all,
dutiful,punctual,unforgiving and parsimonious.
travels a premeditated journey.
In between we watch tennis matches,
and controlled by the adrenaline.
Match ends,clappings do.
We grovel for own unkempt bed.
It was too predestined.
Thursday 20th February 2020 6:20 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:
(untitled) | (untitled) | Formula |Life with misses
Life with misses
Wednesday,19th February 2020
Nothing renders me speechless
not even injustice
but the breaking of promises
in day-to -day life with misses
how come I accept?
the act
of a friend
who had promised me hand till an end
how can i accept the girl friend?
who was to join me in my dreamland!
now turned it into desert
with so much of an...
Thursday 20th February 2020 4:03 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:
Good site-bad behvior | Fall of final curtain | Always helpful | With an open mind | For the first time | For the first time |Warzone
Scream and fight,
oh little mind.
An endless battle
between you two
Always more than one,
never black and white
so you always fight.
Heart for love and lies.
Brain for truth and pain.
Listen to me I'm struggling!
Both of you take too much,
I can't keep up.
Fight for me and not with each other.
Fight for us and not some lover.
We need eachoth...
Thursday 20th February 2020 12:41 pm
Also by Minnie Cub:
Liar | Remember Me | You |New Year
The year arrived
Like a Quaker hangover
Where you need to get
To a chapel of rest
WW3
After another Tory victory
Didn't seem to be unexpected
In the way things seem be to going
"Hope springs eternal"
Said the poet / cripple
Try to stand up straight
Rebuild and start over again
Thursday 20th February 2020 11:51 am
HIM and HER
He asked me if I truly loved him
He asked me why I was scared
He asked me why did i care
I wanted to tell him :
I dont understand why i care but I do
I wanted to tell him:
My little heart wont be able to take the love he craves
I wanted to tell him :
Everything inside me was screaming , fighting to leave , to be liberated
I wanted to tell him:
I wont be able to bear the weight of this...
Thursday 20th February 2020 10:59 am
Prisoner of war
Prisoner of war
catching a glimps of a memory through the window of the hut
an image of what was the memories of the blood shed of the battles that you won and lost
after the war....
Prisoner of war
standing with your number tattooed upon your flesh
you stand proud, no shame, tears fall
your ability too be, taken away
after the fires have gone out
your memory lives on after the war
...
Thursday 20th February 2020 10:32 am
Rest easy
Today was the day
You said goodbye
Left us in this world
You went above
Now watching down
You were there through it all
Seeing you glow
When your great grand kids were around
My kids sitting there on your lap
The joy in your eyes
Smile on your face
Now I write your eulogy
Thinking of all the times
Through the years
You were there for me
Throug...
Thursday 20th February 2020 5:12 am
Imminent Equinox
Subtle signs are showing
That springtime's almost here
Though winter wind still blowing
Birds sing with chirpy cheer
Trees standing there half naked
Grow costumes of budded leaf
Mother nature refills
That which has
Been taken
From a cold hearted winter thief
Wednesday 19th February 2020 12:10 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:
Paper Hearts |She's Snow White
Not So White
Little Snow White's daddy died
Pretty girl cried and cried
Wicked Queen an ugly old tart
Sent huntsman to take her heart
Huntsman took Snow for a ride
But felt ever so guilty inside
Snow looked up and made her plea Huntsman said, ‘Go now! Be free’
He took his knife; he lit a cig
Then cut heart out of a pig
Snow White ran he felt good
She tripped over piece of wo...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 9:49 am
Also by William McKechnie aka Wild Bill Entertainer:
Mooving Experience | Invisible Illnessess | Valentine's Day |Dilemma
To dive into the depths or be in the shallows of relationships..
To dwell in the past or to enjoy future's courtships..
To shine,dazzling in the limelight or be comforted in the lingering shadows..
To give in to the battle of egos or be steadfast as the pride billows..
To live in the lies of self hood or be in sync with one's true reflection..
To hold fast to the patterns before or be abandon...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 7:25 am
Also by mona s:
Ebbs and flows | Charades - A Haiku | Nostalgia | Enigma |Some Thing To Do
Every one needs something to do . If it's only tying a shoe lace or putting on a shoe . Exercise keeps you going . Keeps you healthy . Keeps you sane . Your brain needs stimulation . So you don't just go insane . Think of things to do . Write things down and forever have your say . Fresh Air will keep you healthy . Just a few minutes of the day . Sit at the side of an open Window . To feel the Fre...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 6:19 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:
Watch Your Step | BELIEVE |...I Will Go Anyways...
Stay away from the light that is lime in gesture shining rays down.
Something told me that somewhere my soul is locked between word and issue; spirit and one noun.
I must say the thought lay tattered in sentences unraveling my evening into a dress torn...
But I will go anyways.
Who gives a shit.
I will go where tonight’s curtain of red will draw the stake from my throat, a...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 5:25 am
Square1
At my door arrived someone broken inside.
I could see in your eyes you felt scared and alone.
I held you in my arms and asked what was wrong. I listened without judgement and told you it was okay.
I told you I would help you without any expectation that I would be re-paid.
I offered without pause cause, I told you the last time we spoke I loved you then as I do now.
As time passed ...
Wednesday 19th February 2020 5:05 am
Also by Michael Rios:
Broken bonds |7 Years
7 years without you, 7 years crying.
I've tried to move on, 7 years trying.
7 years of regret, full of self blame.
7 years of loneliness and all its pain.
7 years of pretence, of self doubt.
Into hiding I've been if love was about.
7 years on, where do I go from here?
7 more years of the same is my fear.
7 years of dreams of how things were.
Why didn't I show you love and care?
7 yea...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 6:33 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
The Void | For Rachel | Whatever Happened To Me And You? |spirit assortment
Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work
my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this fl...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:41 pm
Also by Shawn Garcia:
splendid resplendence | War-paint | Matriarch | Chalk Initials |Reason to Stay
When sun comes against all odds
And the colours of life just pop
Or when the rain falls
It falls and falls
And you wet your lips
With piping hot tea
With warm biscuit
Savour the crumbs
Cosy and safe
In the arms of a jumper
The padding of the sofa,
Like a huge hug
Or when your face aches,
Your stomach vibrates
Because you are fighting to breathe
Through ...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 5:52 am
Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:
Anticlimactic |Valentine who?
If one were to live in the Sahara desert
Surrounded by skylines and dunes
Blessed with sand in abundance
What Idiot will celebrate Sand day once a year?
If one were to sail the oceans
Surrounded by water and waves Blessed with fish and seagulls every day What idiot will celebrate Ocean day once a year?
If one were to travel the galaxies
Surrounded by Blackholes and Planets blessed with ...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 5:12 am
How to learn to write poetry?
The soul does not give rest! Feelings demand an exit! For creative people, these are happy moments. These poets to express their inner state easily select the right words and rhymes. Lines flow on paper. For people who are not sophisticated in versification, this is more difficult. Wrong words come to mind, feelings are soon lost, and the result of labor sometimes seems ridiculous.
The magic fo...
Monday 17th February 2020 3:14 pm
let me
Sowing seeds of love, betrayal we get
tell me oh God! whats wrong with this world
sorrow here and there, and misery everywhere
let me leave this world cause i can see no more
my eyes are hurting, my vision is blurred
with tears of pain,
afraid to fall i stand still here
wishing for the guiding hand that will make it clear
but the hand that come were short
and i have...
Monday 17th February 2020 12:28 pm
A Break In The Wall
A Break in the Wall
A busker plays piano accordion at the cross
Incongruous or perhaps that’s me?
Here to retrace the steps
Of my ancestors?
Well…no not really
Unless they were Roman?
Where was I?
Retracing steps…yes
I have been here before
Oh years before
Resided a stones throw away
Walking the wall
There are ghosts along this wall
Of my own mak...
Monday 17th February 2020 7:54 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:
Boots 3 | SO MANY WORDS |Recognise me
Perception now distorted.
Tie-dye sky.
A deep darkness recognized.
Spent. She’s got you on your knees.
Cry for help.
Because she’s got you.
Sleep.
Say’s she.
Fall; say’s she.
Wait; I know me.
Silence.
I’ve got your soul boy.
Don’t speak your mind, boy.
Fall to your knees, boy.
Bowed, beneath swung teet.
Spine liquified.
Manhood now sof...
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:28 am
Musings of a Natural Orchestra
I climb the backs of all the heaped up waves,
the sounds coming off entice me beyond any instant comprehension - -like gusts of wind frolicking among the trees which have conglomerated in a long valley that stretches among the backbones of ancient mountains- -
I sense whispers dripping off the vibrating air, an orchestra of wind and tree limbs if you will, not so much a language as a feeling...
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:09 am
Also by Chaz Schoolmaster:
Bicycling Through the Moonlight | Sedatively Meditative |Bad Chat Up Rhymes
Hello Mary,
I've brought you this dead canary.
So Cilla,
Who's your favourite serial killer?
Look Devine,
I'm wearing the knickers I stole off your washing line.
Hey Jude,
Guess where I've had your name tattooed.
Sunday 16th February 2020 12:25 am
A-mazed?!
We all maze runners
keep following
the unchosen paths,
chasing the unrealistic desires
We keep on sprinting
fate follows us closely,
No time to look behind
No chance to stop and wonder
No sign to follow our destination.
Turning into an alley each time
we are caught by the unawares
"Is that my Cheese?": Fascination
"Ah! these thorns in my feet!": Gehenna
"Those never-ending alleys!"...
Friday 14th February 2020 6:18 pm
Also by Binte Afroz:
An Unsung Tale |MAMA PLEASE!!!
MAMA PLEASE!!!
Mama I'm sorry, please, can I just come back home?
I'm only 12 years old in these Harlem streets all alone
I don't know how to feed myself
Mama I need your help
It's so cold out here, I don't even have a coat
Mama why haven't you responded? On your door steps I've left several notes
Mama why don't you want me around?
My feet hurt so bad from walking the pave...
Thursday 13th February 2020 5:19 pm
Desert Rain
Sandals,
grey joggers and a shabby top.
Pale faced with hair the colour of
caramel. What pose was this body
before being suddenly woken?
His thin frame is still pushing through.
Shivering; the hairs on his arms
anticipating the alarm of what is to come.
‘Sit down’, I said,
solemnly pointing with my head.
‘Your Mum needs to tell you something.
Best prepare you...
Thursday 13th February 2020 5:03 pm
Who Would I Be?
Who would I be, were it not for my name,
But a wave upon life's endless shore,
Just a soul passing by for one round of the game,
A fool could not ask for much more
A moment in time is all we may see
In the bodies with which we unite,
So while you are here, be happy, be free,
And know that it will be alright
Thursday 13th February 2020 9:28 am
Also by Eric Berard:
Battles |In his image.
In his image.
Stumbling through the chaotic selfish masses,
whose passing kicks and punches at honesty
destroy the desultory syntax that paranoia inflicted.
Curling the lips of the long kindred spirits.
Lips curling with semi happiness of nervous distrust
Lips curling with the comfort blanket of disbelief.
Brown kids looking at white kids thinking your a liar
White kid...
Thursday 13th February 2020 2:07 am
Also by mentalelf. Philk.:
In his image. |My absent companion
My absent comrade
A fickle and inconstant friend,
of whom I rarely see enough.
It’s within you my dreams reside
but without you, I feel rough.
You’re absent when I need you most,
then sneak up on me, unexpected.
Can’t you see, you’re broken and disjointed
when I need you to be connected?
But if we weren’t to meet again
I doubt that I could I cope.
I ...
Thursday 13th February 2020 12:12 am
Across The Fields At Dusk
Hours spent listening to your voice
disembodied
carefully controlled
precisely chosen words
with expert intonation
I've laid with headphones on
naked and imagining
there is no separation
no distance
that you're beside me speaking
as my knuckles snake your thigh
You tell the story of your life
you’re telling my story too
How strange, how similar
manifestly different
but emotiona...
Wednesday 12th February 2020 4:19 pm
Also by Tom:
Books of Blake | Tourist Trap | Lend Me Your Light |When People Ask
When people ask me how I'm doing I want to tell them the truth.
That my depression is the captor I can not escape from.
That my heart longs for the attention I don't sustain.
That my ears burn waiting for you to tell me you feel the same.
I want to tell you that depression has invited anxiety over.
Again.
Yes... that is the third time this week. Thanks for noticing.
Tryi...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 10:23 pm
There Isn't A Need
Bandages constantly being placed,
Straight onto those voids that were caused
By someone who had no right to harm.
Wrap, tape, cry.
That's your pattern each night, isn't it?
When you weep because of your craving for love.
You do not understand it yet
But you do not require this person in your life.
Yesterday's emotions need to be wiped clean.
We are the uni...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 7:02 pm
Also by Beth Abbott:
Wednesday Echoes |IS OUR FATE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
Poetry and creative writing by the philosopher and author, alexis karpouzos.
Actress : Martha mourouzi
Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:44 am
Also by alexis karpouzos:
I MET A WORD - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS | I SAW A ANGEL ON HEAVEN - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS |Hansel's Universe
I don’t want to look up at the sky anymore
for it terrifies me
the stars have never been more than crumbs of the universe
laymen wish upon
and suddenly I find myself
tracing your eyes
nose
and the bottom of your chin
along constellations complex
crumbs that leave a path
tiny pieces of you
that lead me home
Tuesday 11th February 2020 5:16 am
Also by Niharika Shah:
Why I Can't Tell You I Love You |Hush
Hush we’re not talking about it
We have nothing to say
No we have nothing to share now
Nothing can help anyway
We buried it deep you can’t find it
And we won’t let anything slip
I can’t even try to explain how
But I’ll try to give you a tip
Just walk away, what you don’t know
Can’t hurt you or anyone here
We smothered emotion completely
So now there is nothing to ...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 4:23 am
Also by Cathy:
A lonely place |Dachau
Dachau
The first snowdrops poked their heads above the parapet
An act of heroism in an unheroic world.
My eyes stinging with the freeze rejoice
On my island of green I stand firm
Surrounded on all sides by snow like ice
Sharp, cruel and threatening to break through the frontline
Of my black leather jackboots.
No joyful bird song shattered my military meditations
No...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 12:40 am
Also by eve nortley:
Dachau | Dachau |February 2020 Collage Poem: Don’t Go Down that Street
There’s a rumour going round that street
Pushing past their little destinies
Caught short Shakespear relieved himself against the corn sheaves
The fox startled bit the leg of the harvest jigger
The painting has little time to dry, as poets' pens begin.
To take down a street of music, blended to new worlds of rhyme.
Underneath the moon
The rabbit did not sto...
Monday 10th February 2020 11:11 pm
Letter to the World
Dear World, why do you make me bleed?
Feelings of resent and hate fuel every thought
Al queda and Isis cause less terror
why do you give me feelings without purpose?
You say to be strong but provide me with no weapon.
Dear world, why do you make me scream?
The sorrow and pain but still no hope
the very existence of life is a damning memory
you cage me everyday, please...
Monday 10th February 2020 10:55 pm
Winter Love
memories taste
like snowflakes on my tongue
and melt in my soul
love remains
like ice on the garden pond
in the memory of water
Monday 10th February 2020 1:48 pm
Not The End
chess fans
set 'em up again
expect the worst
a time of crisis reconstituted
a time of crisis not the end is nigh
make a fortress of a piece of wood
one of the lost boys would tell you
prepare to have your every move questioned
and found wanting
the best you'd always aspire to
but sometimes good enough can do
the unseemly mingling of positive and negative
is it dark stripes on l...
Monday 10th February 2020 12:36 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Practical Poetry | An Alpaca For Amandalpaca From Alpacadam | The Attraction Of Tiny Petals |Doubt
The beach isn't a beach
if it sans the sea
Just a random strip of sand
scorching, dry
on a hot summer day
The night doesn't fall
till the sun goes away
paving way
for it to dazzle
in its own way
Am I the night
that needs the sun
to dissappear,
to mark my presence
or simply the beach
which will be nothing without the sea?
Monday 10th February 2020 11:13 am
Do it now
It may not be the Thames or the seine
But let’s drag and pull out the cups and the bottles
The supermarket trolleys
The bikes
Last year’s thing
In last year’s colour
Along with the bodies
The rats and the occasional drowned cat
The bag of kittens
A scarf or a hat
A left-handed mitten
Let’s empty the canal
The rushing river
Let’s pick out the litter
O...
Monday 10th February 2020 10:38 am
Also by Martin Elder:
Close enounters of the third kind |Loyalty and Devotion
Loyalty cannot be bought,
But earnt.
A virtue not everybody can understand,
Or learn.
I express my loyalty to you in many ways,
In many forms.
It may come across different to the usual stuff,
What we class as a norm.
Depending on your position in my life,
I act accordingly.
But the deepest bond that I've had,
I'm loyal very differently.
Theres nothing that can stop me from being ...
Sunday 9th February 2020 10:26 pm
Also by Zhar2020:
Pulses |Valentine's Wish
Don’t get me wrong
I often long for chocolate;
but
hand-crafted,
heart-shaped,
tied with a bow,
seems more about show
than any love that I know.
I value your time
more than a sweetly, slick rhyme.
Your words have more worth
than a purchased verse;
tenderness
whispered, in private
has more meaning.
Choose genuine over saccharine.
Be present,...
Sunday 9th February 2020 11:40 am
Yad Esoporp!
Perfection exemplified!
Random access thwarted,
Opulence and munificence studded together;
Proposals all go in vain…
Outwitted in every essence,
Scrutinizing the one that’s futuristic,
Essential element is the key.
Dashing, determined and dutiful…
All inculcated in the person,
Yes! The hunt remains on.
Saturday 8th February 2020 10:06 am
Dreams
Dreams space
Take me away
Lift me away
Far from this place
Sleep womb
Vanquish my fears
Cradle me dear
Spare me from doom
Scenescapes
Show me a world
Give me a world
That I can face
High-noon miracle
Vigilante’s tale
Visions regale
An epic spectacle
Mask the sun
Bury the basement light
Tunnel down to the warm
Superhighway...
Friday 7th February 2020 7:59 pm
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:
Flower |The Muse's
The Muse of music
And the Muse of poetry
Please inspire me
Friday 7th February 2020 6:53 pm
Myopic Hordes
The cracked ice was a sign,
an unnoticed warning
of the dangers ahead
but no one heeded it,
ignored it and
were blindly fed
by the cyclops' hand.
Nobody saw the distance
as so great and
the myopic vision
you foretold
was gathered unseen
by the hordes
running wildly
to their demise.
Friday 7th February 2020 2:43 pm
You Have My Heart
When you give someone your heart
They have it and that's just that
There's no feeling of loss or of something missing
Simply joy as you realised you had it to give
And gave it willingly, without doubt
Knowing it sits safe with the one you love
You have my heart
Friday 7th February 2020 11:51 am
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