Poetry Blogs (Feb 2016) | Write Out Loud

Monday 29th February 2016 8:02 pm

Also by ray pool:

March

by David Lindsay

Two months of getting nowhere fast
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope

Then,
In the furthest corner of my right eye

Out on the flank
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel

March is striding in
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield

And with his ...

Monday 29th February 2016 7:13 pm

Also by David Lindsay:

Red Letter Day | Census Report |

March spring

to a special friend

by nonlovogliodire

To a special friend

It’s over now, can’t you see?

There’s no more left for you and me.

We tried and we worked

We fought and we cursed.

We reached a stalemate and got stuck on a loop.

I can’t be your pillar, your friend or your hope.

We crossed paths, we loved. There’s no more to say.

We can’t spend our whole life tied up in this way.

Youth is to be spent and p...

Monday 29th February 2016 5:39 pm

Also by nonlovogliodire:

your eyes |

poetry

3Write is a new free monthly writing event at the heart of the local community in Ashton-under-Lyne. It takes place every first Saturday at Ashton Library starting at Noon on Saturday 5th March, and is open to people of all ages and abilities.

The premise is 3 themes per session, and 3 styles of writing per session. We then 3Write. With the growing spoken word scene in Tameside (with big p...

Monday 29th February 2016 4:59 pm

3Write Freewriting Poetry SpokenWord Music Comedy Writing Guests Workshops Themes Sharing 3 Trinity Ashton Ashton-under-Lyne AshtonLibrary Manchester Tameside UshikuCrisafulli

Little Boy Blue

by Tom Doolan

The world is a merry go round

A roller coaster on rocky ground

The day is coming for a new born celebration

An explosion of love and good vibrations

A child of mine has lit the flame

Her life will never again be the same

Hey up grandad what’s the story?

Hold your head high and bathe in the glory

A miracle has occurred haven’t you heard

Confirmed conception that’s the wor...

Monday 29th February 2016 1:16 pm

Also by Tom Doolan:

Love in Your Eyes |

My work, "The P.O.T" (Sample)

by Chimezie Ihekuna

I have a collection of poems, titled "The P.O.T". Below are excerpts of the work.

Preface

The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) is analogous to water being poured out from a pot to the ground. Here, water is a representation of thoughts and the ground represents the peoples’ minds.

It is a collection of poems that draws its thoughts from the interests of inspiration, motivation, spirituality...

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Monday 29th February 2016 11:11 am

The Gravy Train

by Wendy Higson

The gravy train is getting worried . Because the source could be drying up . After years of indulgence and having their way , there are lots of people who now want a say . Their lives have been taken by Austerity being made to forget all there dreams . These fat cats have indulged in the gravy train , whilest the British are suffering it seems . Our human rights have been taken away , by country'...

Monday 29th February 2016 7:34 am

Also by Wendy Higson:

Have Our Say. | Junior Doctors | Paying Our Way |

A Herd Mentality

by Alem Hailu G/Kristos

If one pulls
A sheep astray
The flock is sure
To move that way.

To fish in a troubled water
De-constructing history
Thwart we could
The old social fabric of unity
And create we shall
A generation
Suffering a crisis of identity!

“Ask me not why
They are better than
My peers and I
Also sensitize me not to deny,
What I see with my naked eye!
In attire,grooving,life style ,
Cosme...

Monday 29th February 2016 6:28 am

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Cultural Imperialism

Safe Space

by jeremy young

The Jewish question hangs between us
I note the flinch in the eyes.
But do not understand why.

Perhaps it is the imagined assumption
that she might rise as smoke: too.

And so we back-peddle, for the brake.
And, talk of semi-colons
and grammatical Latinate imposition.

As if the bundled faggots of law
might extricate, an ill judged word.

How careful all speech must be
when thought...

Monday 29th February 2016 1:29 am

Also by jeremy young:

Roller Shutters

Shoved

Pushed

Locked out

Looking in

At you

Holding

The mortice

Key

Swinging

Side to

Side

Held by

A very

Dirty

String

Hypnotised

Missed you

On your

Tip toes

Grasping

Puckering

Lips

Unravelling

Steel

Un-hinges

Until lips

Smack

The ground

Now

I

See

I

Didn't hear a sound

I........

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Sunday 28th February 2016 6:24 pm

Burnt

by Alexandra K. Parapadakis

When you lit that cigarette

The bones of me shuddered,

The blood in me halted.

What I wouldn’t do for you to light my flame with your lips....

Because I’ve had men tell me that my lipstick tastes of petrol,

That my mouth lights fires,

That my tongue causes explosions

And of course, that opening my legs is the best way to put a fire out.

But this fire begins at you...

Sunday 28th February 2016 4:50 pm

Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:

The stranger on her neck | Layers | Blood Knot | Grisly Girl |

burning desire fire lies lust manipulation sadist sex unrequited yearning

A common language

by Tramping Artisan

Woo, woo let’s go,

Hey, hey, hey

Aerobics on Pier 1,

Not on the sidewok,

You sit and eat your big bureedo

I can’t do this right now

Like, I’ve gotta see my therapist,

I’m on the sidewok right now,

Eating my big bureedo on the sidewok

With all that land of the free, home of the brave

Madness, fear, eyes closed pretend end

If you really close your eyes tigh...

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Sunday 28th February 2016 12:41 pm

Also by Tramping Artisan:

Love your life scar | Brief encounter | The things the fuck my head |

AN UNKNOWN SOLDIER GOES HOME

by M.C. Newberry

Peacetime made him a stranger

To a life that had been denied;

Returning to unknowing city...

Quiet town and countryside.

Peacetime made him nervous,

Despite being a warrior before;

Now changed beyond all understanding

By what he had met in war.

Peacetime brought its own fears

And new battles to be won,

With fervent prayers that what he'd known

Would not b...

Saturday 27th February 2016 8:37 pm

Also by M.C. Newberry:

DOG DANCING | FUEL FOR THOUGHT | AUSTERITY |

Sleet

by David Blake

Recall through the face at the door

that saturday morning one solid blank

grey window, scrubbed slab

beyond, several feet and more

laid the catapult, a pointed edge

from a distant acre fed, wind-side.

The concentric pattern in velvet

curtain brushed my hand as I reached

to turn and swing, oiled lock routine

the knives of cold the comfort

between the welcome and rain

...

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Saturday 27th February 2016 1:33 am

Also by David Blake:

Cold |

New

In Limbo

by Juhi Gupte

Thought of texting you

And share entirety

Even and odd

Stored in self-shelf

To soothe its wounds and cuts

Asking your commitment

And its validity

Handful “ifs” and worried “buts”

Fueling my anxiety

Abbreviated connotations

Of “goodnight” and “take care”

Emoticons against

Clenched flare

Cheery “whats up”

was answered in snubbed “nothing”

Seems ...

Friday 26th February 2016 7:05 pm

Also by Juhi Gupte:

Genese Within |

poem love

Would it be

by Geramar

Would it be

Would it be nice to see the morning

With the one you love the most

Would it be nice to say "Good Night"

to the one you hold so close

Would it be nice to hold someone

So dear in your heart

Would it be nice to hear those words

"I Love You" from the one that you love

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Friday 26th February 2016 11:56 am

Also by Geramar:

fall in love again | (untitled) |

Edge

by Scarlet

Aging tulips bow their

Crisp oxblood heads

Like dying embers

An elegant silver blade

Anxiously points toward

The obsidian window

Frail with disappointment

I stagnate by the sink

An inert phantom

Surrounded by walls.

Friday 26th February 2016 9:46 am

Parousia

by michael cooper

My disease is rampant. How dare I plead for mercy, when there, innocence lies, asleep in the crib?

My corruption on the floor, at war with itself, all night, disturbing sleep, and dreamless sleep.

The endless nights, redundant. Offensive life, that keeps me trapped inside myself, an animal, caged within.

The soul looks out this dirty window, screaming, still inaudible.

Someone hea...

Friday 26th February 2016 4:24 am

Also by michael cooper:

moving closer

by Tommy Carroll

stop touching me!

and we watch

and

then touch.

Friday 26th February 2016 1:32 am

Also by Tommy Carroll:

Taxi at the door |

Change

by Eric Broke

Change

What a night

changed my whole perspective

tiny square piece of paper

dissolves on my tongue

hours of deep thought

time filled with colors and laughter

the world is big

mean

unforgiving

I’m just a kid

someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop

pay the tax man

vote

stand the picket line

I just wanna get laid

drink beer

...

Social Observations acid short poem poem change for the better

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Friday 26th February 2016 12:03 am

Also by Eric Broke:

WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

by John Coopey

(You can see that I'm on to a winner)

I’ll tell you a true story and I think you’ll find it funny.

I’d gone into the bookies where I often part with money.

I fancied a quick flutter as occasionally I do

On the Referendum we’ll soon have on the EU.

Although I’ll vote for “STAY” myself, cos that’s what I believe

I rather think the stupid British will decide to leave.

And ha...

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Thursday 25th February 2016 7:24 pm

Also by John Coopey:

The Endless Search

by Nigel Astell

Colourful tapestry banners cloth weaved words

embroided in a wealth of creativity

Write Out Loud contribute their poetry

stories endorsed by needle and thread

the endless search Heart of Stockport

many are found not just one.

Unpicked:Restitched an exhibition at Stockport Art Gallery

The rich heritage of Stockport now till the 22nd March.

Where is the Heart of Stockport? An Exhibition of

Thursday 25th February 2016 12:03 pm

Also by Nigel Astell:

Taste The Wine First |

Many

by Mem

An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.

From there I soar and soar
Down
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.

I draw near to get a better look,
Golden gates open with a brown wooden b...

My own poetry no formal skill and simply out of the comfort of m

Thursday 25th February 2016 5:41 am

over

by Gypno

when you are hurt

emotionaly or physicly

when you put up with everything

because it is the easy way out

when you return battered and bruised

feelings hurt, ego lowered

you start to say is ok

becuase you arnt worth any thing more

it stops now

i stuck up for you

what do i get in return

nothing

the moment i speak up

the day i stop putting up with it

...

Thursday 25th February 2016 1:53 am

hurt

Fuck Fear

by Candice Reineke

"I'm scared," I begin.

I sit on edges of canyons

Run off sides of mountains

And jump out of planes

But I've yet to let you see

How my heart quickens

To the rhythm of your social justice diatribes

To the mischievous smile in your eyes

To any part of you grazing any part of me.

If I don't die on some mountainside

I'll surely die from my silence.

...

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Wednesday 24th February 2016 4:01 pm

Someone like me...

by Ravi Tanna

Its life that we live,die & sustain,
All we can see are the puppets behind curtain.
I was searching in the ocean of darkness,
All I got was creatures with harshness.

But I think I've found someone like me ...!!

I bind my self with stubborn rule,
which is as crazy as any bull.
cause I am surrounded by ruthless thieves,
who stole my life and gave me only griefs...
I got cheated with dag...

Wednesday 24th February 2016 12:41 pm

First

by Mystery

Am I suppose to be first or last,, do we really have a purpose or is life just chance,

thinking of the time when I was young and now addiction is what I become,

Running around like all I need is fun, but all I want is a life of love,

Broken faith, fear and rage, cigarettes butts and liquid with nasty taste,

Time goes by,

And the more I waste,

Sitting here in this empty place,

...

Wednesday 24th February 2016 8:59 am

by Nathan

The midnight moon mirrors in her immaculate eyes,
Portraying reflections of thruths of which I am already aware,
Illuminated by moonlight her flawless features astonish my mind,
My own deception upon my love for amative feelings I bare

Body and soul posessing unfathomable beauty,
In which my conscience is unable to manifest,
Her appeal to thine eyes is accompanied by continuity,
For I lon...

Wednesday 24th February 2016 3:33 am

Also by Nathan:

Beauty under a facade | Self applied societal demise |

face slap

by Drea

Maybe I should,

because like a hooker

You suck

You sucked my sole

and you can surely suck my silicone

You enjoying that entirely too much for my comfort.

Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:48 pm

Eggs, Fudge and Arctic Roll

by Anna Ghislena

Eric is an intern, yes he’s doing this for free
headset wrapped around hot ears
counting all the crates of beers
ripped jeans show his puny knee.

Backstage riders take the piss!
Clipboard says an item’s amiss
The schedule’s tight; he’s been up all night
Too late to get it to the concert site!

Budgets are exceeded; the helipad’s all booked
Dressing rooms are ready; just hope it’s overl...

Backstage riders interns rock and roll music concert bands food

Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:54 pm

Also by Anna Ghislena:

I can't take my eyes off those silver boots | Feedback |

Ode To Lely’s Venus

by Trevor Alexander

She crouches in the British Museum,

Cowering shyly from visitors come

To admire her there, warily bathing,

And startled without a stitch of clothing.

Covering her blushes as best she can,

With her arms and hands strategically placed;

Staring as they progress,

Wandering on their pedestrian plan

Pensively pausing as they fondly faced

This beautifully sculpted Roman goddess...

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Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:43 pm

Also by Trevor Alexander:

It Was to be the Tale of Heroes

by Corr Lens

He took out his pen,

He put it to paper.

He ran out of ink,

Writing his name.

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Tuesday 23rd February 2016 11:45 am

Also by Corr Lens:

In Not So Many Words | Fuck It Why Not |

Thrill of the Compass Spin

by Tom

The fizz, the ghostly drag
invisible hands guiding these wanton bodies
I feel my compass spin
drawn in endless circles

Can I claim it as the artist’s curse
the love for new adventure
the pleasure of magnetic hearts
freshly spinning so close to us
whipping the iron filings of our creativity
into some explosive blur
a manifest black energy

But is it a curse at all
the thrill of the c...

Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:40 am

lost love Lust

Not the killing type (Part I)

by Leo

I try not to question my humanity

and let me be damned,

but I’m not the killing type.

Only sometimes

I want to put out someone’s eyes

press them in or pluck them out

like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.

Like a force majeure,

rip the bricks from walls

watching architecture crumble and tumble

the relics of a past age fall,

flutter like shredded b...

surreal abstract imagination destruction viscera

Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am

Also by Leo:

Writing poetry is harder than you think | The Reunion | Happy Valentine's Day |

by Zach Dafoe

x
when I could feel her apprehension about her midriff,
Id have her walk up to me, cradle her hips
and rest my forehead on where her ribcage ends,
sinking in between the movement of her breath and breast
as she soothed the scars where the barcode used to be,
feathering nails at the nape of my neck
x
those scars and stretch marks id kiss better
x
as we'd both shudder, creak, and moan soft...

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Tuesday 23rd February 2016 1:47 am

Also by Zach Dafoe:

tragedy of being totally fucking unkillable

Random

by Rims

A shade of tear in my eye

& they say I am meek!

A thousand broken pieces in my heart

& they say I am weak!

No, don't take my shoes..they are my skin,

Go find me a burial,

I gotta search the Gods!

To all the heros you have...

You have failed in saving mankind,

Nature is not into marvels or animes!

I dream of superpowers...to save myself,

The world of betraying belie...

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Monday 22nd February 2016 3:51 pm

Also by Rims:

Illusion |

The 'LOVE' Month

by Cynthia Buell Thomas

Love is Tolerance

Forget Romance

Roses and Rum.

Forget sympathetic Sex.

LOVE IS TOLERANCE!

WOL, SALE, February, 2016,

Challenge: 5-minutes - 14 words ; Subject: LOVE

Monday 22nd February 2016 11:26 am

Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Wind from my Window |

Guilty Pleasure ....

by Pixievic

I pull you out
Smoothing your creases
Lying you flat so I can
Fill you with
A sweet mixture of guilt
And poison
There's artistry in my fingers
As I roll you expertly
(From years of practice)
Along your length
Into the shape I desire
I lick your edges
Firmly sealing you with a feather like touch
I place you lovingly between
My lips
Flicking the flame
That will bring you to li...

Monday 22nd February 2016 10:26 am

Also by Pixievic:

Guilt pleasure smoking

Safety Deposit Boxes In The Sky

by Suki Spangles

safety deposit boxes in the sky
must i
safety deposit boxes in the sky
wish i could live the life in a safety deposit box in the sky
a capital flight commodity
a ghost of spaceships float satellite moscows and beijings
qatar to our city rich kids
wall to ceiling ceilings hang ceiling to ceiling floors
i shall set my controls for the heart of this rabbit hole
the dead cat bounce on the roc...

Sunday 21st February 2016 2:51 pm

Also by Suki Spangles:

Mind That Child |

Chicago May – the Mary Ann Duignan Story…

by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Mary Ann Duignan was the daughter of Francis Duignan of Edenmore in Ballinamuck where she grew up, and Ann Grey of Mohill in Leirtim. From a poor background she would rise – or fall as we may see it! – to being one of the biggest conwomen of her time, who would call herself the “Queen of Crooks”, in time though, the law caought up with her and she died in poverty and obscurity. She was th...

Ballinamuck Chicago May Diamond May Edenmore Mary Ann Duignan Mohill The Queen of Crooks

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Sunday 21st February 2016 12:18 pm

Not So Fleeting Love Quotes

by Alex Banner

What are you searching for?
Are you running blind?
Do people need to read your love quotes for what you have to say?
Will it really change their lives?
Why do you need to change their lives?
What makes you so special?
We all feel hurt
We all feel happiness
We all find happiness and feel hurt differently
Wine is great
How do we relate?
We don't need to force ourselves to relate
We do h...

love quotes love quotes love quotes for him quotes for him

Sunday 21st February 2016 9:29 am

Also by Alex Banner:

What Are the Different Types of Love Poetry? |

Seam Less II)

by David R Mellor

I'm not sure when I started divorce proceedings
against myself
told him to get out
we're through, of all those false promises and lies.
Your ability to crush a butterfly
and complain it bit your hand.

I'm not sure I can stay with you..
til the bitter end
I suppose...
I could take us down a notch or two
and just try to be
friends

(from seam less FB)

Saturday 20th February 2016 10:28 pm

Also by David R Mellor:

Seam Less XII |

Ubi caritas

by Marnanel Thurman

I was asked for a free translation of "Ubi caritas" (http://www0.cpdl.org/wiki/index.php/Ubi_caritas )

As friendship fills our meeting-place,
Jesus is here;
he dwells in every friend's embrace,
each smile sincere,
rejoicing in the love we share.
Wherever love is, God is there.

As friendship fills our meeting-place
Jesus brings peace.
Divisions heal, and by his grace
Arguments cease.
...

Saturday 20th February 2016 9:59 pm

Also by Marnanel Thurman:

Nonbinary song |

It Was 50 Years Ago Today

by Stockport WoL

For those interested, the IWFYAT afternoon poetry reading sessions on March 26th / April 9th have been subjected to a slight tweak: they will run from 3.30 - 4.30 PM, not 4 - 5 PM as originally scheduled.