The Essence of Forgiveness
The Essence of Forgiveness
A tree slowly reaching out
its fullness only realised in time
Maturity spurs it to perfection
found when its full glory is attained
So the source of wisdom grows
deep within the human soul
Growth often hard and rugged
can with a moral sense espouse forgiveness
The completeness of the human soul
is a tree of grace and beauty to behold
...Sunday 30th April 2017 9:22 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
Nature´s Tunnel | The Other Mind | Auschwitz : Never Again | The Lament of a Technophobe | Aladdins Cave | A Family Gathering | One of many... | Nostalgia | A Dagger drawn | Darkness | The Lady of the House | The End Game | Time for a Change | When we die... | An Inspiring Landscape | Powerless | Here only for a while... | Passion | Dawn | Mushroom Picking | Befuddled | His Cherished Domain | A Frontier of Contrast | A Sad Memory | Quakers | Exodus | The Homeland | Shell Shock | The Beholder | A Mountain Journey | Immense Sorrow | Chemical Attack - Syria | Just after... | To be me | Sexuality | Apathy | Over the Moat | My Library | Astral Journey | The Mind Released | Passing Through | Holiday Makers | A Journey |BORN AGAIN
Nothing seemed to comfort him
his troubled soul cried out for relief
then he heard a clarion call
offering a firm belief
born again ! born again !
never the same the same again
he was inducted
like lightning conducted
by Billy Graham's rally cry
ringing out ringing out
from uncertain ground to heavenly sky..
"Billy Billy you are the bes...
Sunday 30th April 2017 8:07 pm
Also by ray pool:
TIME FLIES, NOTHING CHANGES | AT THE WATERING HOLE | DESMOND HUGH ALOYSIUS | MOMENT OF TRUTH | SACRIFICE | PRINCE CHARLES's LAMENT | NORTH BY NORTHWEST | THE ELEPHANT IN THE GARDEN | TONGUE TWISTER | OLD POLITICIANS | HISTORIES AND MYSTERIES | NIGHT ERRORS |Cont6.
If only you could see
That I'm crying
Deep inside
My lonely chest
If only you could know
That I am at fault
For all that has happened
Between us
If only you could hear
The sorrow in my voice
As I speak
As I breath
As I blink
As I listen
If you could only understand
Sunday 30th April 2017 7:32 pm
Also by Jason Phillips:
Cont5. | Cont4. | Cont3. | Cont2. | Cont. | Some new stuff |The Comedy of Giants
The Comedy of Giants
I once ran these hills without breaking a sweat,
And camped upon the summit of Englands tallest -
Singing punk lullabies at night, while
The stars danced merriment upon the eye,
Those years were the personal victory
Of a boy who came from a town that only wanted
To cripple and belittle the shining ones;
To take away all that our elders fe...
Sunday 30th April 2017 7:17 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Spite Britannia | She Rang To Inform You Of......... | Anniversary |My past
I remember watching step-dad beating my mom
And him yelling at me in an alcohol breath
"If you say anything, I'll knock her down to death"
Being scared for her life of this ticking time bomb
Crying myself to sleep, almost daily routine
Wondering why my mom stayed paralzed to him
Wanting a helping hand out of this sadness grim
Trying to shake her up to quickly leave this scene
I was onl...
Sunday 30th April 2017 4:58 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
The new reality | The cleaning | Life as a puzzle | Attention | Drunken State | Escape Route | True Desire | The in-between | Sinking | The look that she gave me | The exotic beauty | Living with pain | The writer | True love hits | Night in Cuba | Best foot forward | Gardener and maid | Beautiful Bikini | Shading | Creepy old guy | My relaxation | Resort Fun | <untitled> | Forgiveness | The taking | Time is yours | Rainbow Love | There is no real justice | Création – Destruction |Mine.
Illuminating circles of luminescent light caress the edges of your enticing form
The hues intensify in your eyes as colours contrast within your visionaries
Wrinkles form on the edges of your affectionaries, you are divine.
Scars run deeper than the darkest of deserted dreams
But you are mine.
Sunday 30th April 2017 1:11 pm
Grasping at straws
Grasping at straws, Reaching out to the stars. We both have had flaws and Battle scars. Let nature take it"s course, I am willing to put this out in the universe for you to see and read, This is like first aid, we both need; As these hands layed. You are over there, I am over here, As I still care. Like they say come on in the water is fine, as I add this to my vine.
Sunday 30th April 2017 4:13 am
Also by Kenneth James Keller:
I am a writer | Lay me down to rest | I Bet | Flushed and Crushed | Desire | I have done all I can | You got to know | Fingertips | Just when you thought I Was Done |Terrific Twins
Bursting with charisma
These two Kings of Rock n’ Roll
sure knew how to pull the heartstrings
and bring music to the soul
They rocked through every jailhouse
Left every hound dog all shook up
With gyrating hips and tempting lips
and eyes of cheeky pups
They synchronised their every move
added blends of looks and charm
The screams and faints awaiting them
caused authorities alarm
...
Sunday 30th April 2017 12:46 am
Also by David Lindsay:
Crowese |The Horrible Forest
There is a forest I do not like
You may not like it either
A forest far larger than any other.
No trick of words or meaning is employed here
It’s a real forest made of real trees
It has more trees than any other single forest.
A forest that stretches beyond every horizon
Vast is its cloak, prolific in the extreme
A forest unplanned, uncultivated, growing unchecked...
Saturday 29th April 2017 10:37 pm
The Cycle
You taught me that love is pain
and I believed you.
Now I'm grown
and I know
half the wounds I carry
aren't even my own.
Saturday 29th April 2017 8:04 pm
Also by Melissa Gentile:
Bloom | Epidemic |Morning After
small
rustle in the mid-hour
she moves
in steady comfort
bare shoulder to
restless sun
Saturday 29th April 2017 6:28 pm
Also by A.M. Clarke:
Abscence |i will love you at a far
Dear Tin
i will love you at a far
because no matter where you are
you will forever leave a scar
we went our seperate ways i see i took the wrong turn
i recollect the path i took straight to the tunnel
will that dimlight was darker than my life has been
you were the light to the end of that tunnel to my world
the sink was shipped and i got lost in the ocean without a re...
Saturday 29th April 2017 8:44 am
Let me tell you something
Let me tell you
That the world is broken
That the rich have spoken
Let me tell you
That there is no hope left
That the world has gone deaf
Let me tell you
That morals have vanished
That people are famished
Let me tell you
That we will always have tea
That others aren't so lucky
Let me tell you
That I've tried and failed
That greed prevailed
Let me tell you
That the mean hav...
Saturday 29th April 2017 3:04 am
Also by Wonderer:
Don't speak | Hard | Suspicion | The Garden | The Art of Cheating |heading west (a candle burned at both ends)
awake again and seeing red
through midnight blue eyes swimming
in growing black pool pupils
--the groundhog sees his shadow
but mine never appears
though I know it follows
close behind, waiting for
the rising dawn to break the zenith
and mark the fall of another day.
Saturday 29th April 2017 1:29 am
Also by nunya:
shedding light where angels fear to tread | selective mute | discontinuity | chalk one up | operation black sight |Gossip's Arrow
someone somewhere
has been saying
something about somebody.
someone's had too much
to say for themselves,
toxic words put into
other people's mouths
that will spread
like 'flu to every
somebody else
whose loose lips
spill words like pub drunks.
someone is going
to trip over
a wagging tongue
and set free a cat
from somebody els...
Friday 28th April 2017 9:45 pm
Also by Paul Waring:
Going Around In Circles | Fibs And Secrets | On Nights | Drop The Rope | Supermarket Space Invaders | Undress Rehearsal | Here's The Sting | Eggocentric | Queen of Camden | Cooper's Hill Cheese-Rolling | Being Someone Else | Jazz Notes, Harlem 1950's | Days Like This | Felling Us |Vision Explorer
Imagination comes out of nowhere
landing inside a fantasy world
projects ideas into different images
let's you decide the direction
when flying off it leaves
a poem of your creation.
Friday 28th April 2017 3:57 pm
Step Mother
With every breathe I take you drag me down,
With every second I spend awake you force me to drown.
In my sorrow.
In my wounds.
I wonder if there'll be a tomorrow.
I'm in love.
With a boy.
He completes me, makes spending the days with you.
Bearable.
Doable.
Lovable.
But with every breathe I take is a fighting one.
Like two arms pulling me apart.
I wonder if he sees the pain that lies u...
Friday 28th April 2017 3:57 pm
Also by Hannah Orosco:
A Vision of Love | Falling for a Girl (Man's POV) | Exposed | Working Man By: My Best Friend Waylon <3 | Nothing | Stillest Point | Your Touch | Colors | Her | The Beauty | The Deep Darkness | Little Sister Hush Hush | Ugly Words | The Missing Piece | Daddy's Little Princess |Death Brought Us Closer
Death brings us closer #25
The only connection I truly had with this young man was the darkness that beholds us both,
He could speak with such talent and such words, you would think it was a bible oath,
This young, charming and daring man was a fighter,
However, all fights but come to an end,
In his case, it was the end, however, I will remember this, and I will defend,
Defe...
Friday 28th April 2017 3:43 pm
Also by Samual Jake:
Death Part II | my webiste | Lie & Run | Dormant | Dont Quit | I Lied | Manic | Lovers or Friends? | Bipolar & My Brother |take the darkness of this world and make it light
after three beers you saw the clouds for what they were
white letters on a pale blue background
but there is something inside you
something slick, metallic and unrecognisable
it comes up when you speak of your father
or when you hear the works of erik satie
you showed me how to plug your ears
so that the screaming turned to the whisper of the sea
a rattling wheeze stuc...
Friday 28th April 2017 1:09 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
after reading the bible, naked and afraid | what god has joined together let no man put asunder | to sea at last |Losing you
Today I realised I had walked away,
Today I know I still care,
But today I know I did the right thing.
Tommorow I won't forget you,
Tommorow I wouldn't shun you,
But tommorow I wouldn't call on you.
Yesterday I was angry,
Yesterday I wanted to forget,
But yesterday can't be erased.
My future wasn't meant to be with you,
My future is my motivation to move forward,
But my future won...
Thursday 27th April 2017 11:52 pm
THE END OF THE AFFAIR
For forty four years since I was a lad
I’ve voted for Labour just like my dad;
When Labour was Old and when Labour was New
We voted for Wilson and Callaghan’s crew
For Foot and for Blair and for Miliband too.
For while Labour was proud and once a broad church
It welcomed allcomers which made it so strong;
It’s now more exclusive and leftwards it’s lurched
I’m...
Thursday 27th April 2017 7:24 pm
Also by John Coopey:
KKK | NO MORE DOGGIN' | WRONG ROAD ROUN' - AN URBAN VILLANELLE | SAMMY B GOODE | MANBOOBS |On A Good Morning
Under my pillow the whispering heart of Simone Weil
expresses sweet love better than I could ever hope to.
Please don't wake me only to face the day empty-handed.
Under my pillow beaks Mozart among the nightingales;
sweet message of the soaring song at last loud and clear.
Don't wake me for surely I will come away with nothing.
Under my pillow the fierce red eyes of the ...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:53 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Private Poems | Called Back To The Sea | Against Chaos | In Consequence Of Love | (untitled) | A Four-Letter Word? | Before The Angels | (untitled) |Momentary Musings
My mind has been released on bail
pending further enquiries.
Liberated, it walks with me
through the gates and onto the streets
but before wandering further
it surveys, just for a minute -
the football game in the alley,
the blackbird's therapeutic chirp,
the slowly trickling riverbed,
the sky awash in orange-red.
It feels a multitude of things -
Weary,...
Thursday 27th April 2017 8:15 am
Also by Neil Robertson:
Under a Different Cloud | I, Once Removed | Truck | Shopping List | Rowing |Shroedinger's Poet
It is a curse
To have a flying soul
And a cinderblock mind
To feel the call of the sky
But to be afraid of heights
I am Schrödinger's cat
Alive and dead
At the same time
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:59 am
Also by A Brady:
Yet Still I Run | Who I am Becoming | Why I Do Not Want to Hear That You Love Me |Reverse
Love never captures the stars
for we burn in the hollow
of the black hole
tearing at our souls.
Yearning to be free,
on our knees, we plead,
blind at times in defeat,
deaf to the trees,
the hearts true needs
but on we climb toward the light,
the rainbow an illusion of mind
knowing the journey is the gold,
that truth comes in numbers
and in reverse the future unfolds.
...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:57 am
Also by MyDystopiA:
Half Moon | Will | Hurricane | Sunday | Rope |Lies
Lies
the world you lived in as a child
was small enough for small beliefs
the healing power of ice cream
miracles that mended toys
and a mother whose hands could wipe away
tear stained pain
but I cannot mend
this man
your father
no promises
no medicine
no magic
will make him breathe again
you are taller than me now
a soldier
...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 11:38 pm
Also by Karen Ankers:
On Parade | Left Behind | Hero | David | Unseen |Dirt
1. Dirt
Staring down at three fresh mounds of soil
Rain running down the collar of my shirt
Tears gently rolling down across my cheeks
As I stare uncomprehending at the dirt
Three lives gone, taken from me forever
Leaving behind, a shell of a man and a mountain of hurt
Lost in my memories and my inner thoughts
Staring blankly at the freshly turned dirt
I s...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 10:41 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:
My basement empire | Shopping and When I've Gone | Inspiration | I Wish | My Garden | On a Train | Poetic licence | Milestone |Lost
The more I go
The darker it gets
Doesn't matter what is my choice
It's always the wrong one
I missed all the tracks
But there is no survivor left in me
I wish I was the never ending story
That at least came to end.
Wednesday 26th April 2017 8:36 pm
Change
Change
The rain is falling now,
it cleanses the sorrow.
Shades of brown and blue,
painful thoughts are pushing through.
The agony rises and tears like a saw,
the horizon is shallow but reaps so raw.
Wait. Wait. Will change come soon?
Trials of life are my boon.
Experiences are plentiful,
wisdom now soars while deafining silence counters.
We sought no...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 7:18 pm
Also by Larry Smith:
Chimes | Affirmation | Why can't I see you? | Land of Dreams | Time's Up | Suffering |Ghosts
I'm my mind I go back to the rim of the big canyon that I spent so much time at as a child.
I can vividly see how it looked back then, the sage brush and cedars blowing gently in the wind.
I can smell the dust and the vegetation that surrounds you always in this place.
I can remember the deer running in the bottom of the canyon.
I can hear my grandpa as we sit there telling me stories and ...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 5:31 pm
Also by Jeffrey McGehee:
Self Perception | The Morning | Brilliance of the sun |Seduction
Awakening and rekindling
The exhilarating experience
Of being a cherished object
Of love and desire
With a flattering affectionate look
"Other than you I have
No beauty to admire!"
Fanning the ember of
An emotionally not-checked-in
Wife's lady hood in to a fire
I put off her attire
To enjoy a forbidden fruit
I never imagined
I could succeed to acquire!
The girl who shunned me
Pre...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 4:08 pm
It Was Similar To The Resurrection Oh But Not The Same
it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..
i overheard a mother qualify and explain
something about their
miraculously risen cat..
the mother zoned-in on my baffled expression snagged
and within her reflection she gently flung
she culled and hulled and duffed my air
then away into the supermarket she burned
her piety affronted
and there morphed aglow
an angry mumsnet ...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 2:12 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:
Escape To Easter Island A Gated Community |Hitting the Wrong Note
Hitting the Wrong Note
Rooted next to his upright piano,
close in the tiny room,
I couldn't breathe.
He held one hand
to the small of my back,
the other across my
taut diaphragm:
(I can believe he loved
the music, but he craved
only angels, expected them -
and, by God, he was
going to have them,
even if he clipped
their wings along the way).
...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 10:55 am
Also by David Redfield:
Essay: poetry & the screen |and there he was, so perfect and handsome. big brown eyes staring at me like i was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. i hope for him to look at me like that forever, and to kiss me like the sun kisses the ocean every night.
~for you
Tuesday 25th April 2017 11:04 pm
Rzhepiks (something funny)
And in the refrigerator at night
Food is more useful and right
***
Nothing is forever under the star
Started my doctor from afar
***
About alcohol - I know my norm as such
But I can’t drink so much
***
You are very chained by brain
Let me loosen the chain
***
Olga's heart is made of ...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 7:29 pm
Vanishing Point
When I was a man leaning against walls
and that was all I did with my day, the walls:
pebble-dashed, bricked, wood -
I was just a man that leant against walls.
At some point something changed and I ceased
to be a man who leant against walls and more
of a man that salted cucumbers.
The cucumbers would arrive in packs of ten
and, with method, I would apply the salt,
...Tuesday 25th April 2017 12:47 pm
The sun on the Tyne is all mine, oh mine (A Premier tribute to Geordieland!)
They’re off…
Malcolm on the ball. Big Mac does his trademark shimmy and slips in a slick pass to Cheryl.
Well we all know she has the X Factor and after a few precious yards lofts it to Kurly-Haired Keegan.
KK as we known him weaves his magic, taking one, two, three defenders with him.
Sets up Kate who is rather slow on the left wing. Bless her, our Ms. Adie. She has served club and c...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 10:46 am
Also by Chakraj:
Meet Fear, my new friend. |Can Some One Please Help
I need some help with my poem. I am new at this and I would be ever so thankful if some one could give me some feed back at what I have so far. Thank you.
Death, Depresion, Demise,
Oh there are so many other words that can be used,
Prettier and more beautiful words in our languege,
Yet i find myself becomeing attached to theses words,
Clutching to them like my life depended on it.
But, ma...
Monday 24th April 2017 10:16 pm
6 x Short Poems wrote while watching the film 'The Sense of an ending')
(I)
Your eyes linger
In a pause
Before dissolving into black.
(II)
Taking some time out
Your diary misses day out
Almost like it has a mind of its own.
(III)
Not being familiar with Dylan Thomas’s work
You are happy drinking
Your own masterpieces.
(IV)
Counting shadows
Postcards carry feelings
Whether at the beginning
Of the end of the journey.
(V)
Closing circl...
Monday 24th April 2017 9:36 pm
Also by Andy N:
Ghost Story IV (Part XXII) | Dawn of the Election | Sweet Nothings (A Homage to Hugo Williams's poem of the same name) | The Swan (After Mary Oliver) | Ghost Story IV (Napwrimo blog) |Your Chain Hangs From My Rear-View Mirror
Your chain hangs from my rear-view mirror
Swinging and swaying with every turn i take
Your chain hangs from my rear-view mirror
Untouched, unwanted, unable to take it down
Your chain hangs from my rear-view mirror
A reminder of how things used to be
Your chain hangs from my rear-view mirror
Testing my patience and strength
Your chain hangs from my rear-view mirror
Looked passed and ignore...
Monday 24th April 2017 6:13 pm
Hope
Yesterday, the sun shone black upon my soul
Depth's depth deep beneath my heart.
Lumined ne'er by hope
Thoughts sank weighted low
Today, dawn'd, in heaven's mantle rais'd,
Glims golden future in my mind.
Light lightened all by future faith
Heart, mind and soul exalting up
Her voice love levered up, returned it from the depths
Dark voids where happiness was stra...
Monday 24th April 2017 4:54 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:
Nant Lluest-Fach |A poem for you
I look at the sun each day
Wondering how my life could have been differant
Walking on paths, and thinking, which way
All of them seem gloomy none of them magnificent
As tears roll down my face
Wishing I knew what to do
The struggle in each breath I take
Its not as easy as it looks
Nothing is as easy as it looks
But determination I used
My feelings could have...
Monday 24th April 2017 3:24 pm
Get a Life
'Get a life' They said. So I did
I stopped saving my time in the bank of 'one day'
I stopped snatching moments and looking forward to five minutes peace
I started spending my time
I spent it generously
As if I was the time millionaire
I spent hours freely gazing at the stars
Wrapped in blanket, mug of tea warming my hands
Watching the flames from a garden fire fly heaven ...
Monday 24th April 2017 11:00 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:
Doggerel (I'm trying everything) |When We Were Seventeen
You asked if this was okay
But I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth
didn't possess the words to say
no
this is so much more
It just didn't seem to roll off my tongue the way mine rolled over yours
There wasn't enough time to explain the feeling of innocent euphoria I experienced with you
No way to begin to illustrate how you made me unravel at the seams like lillie...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 9:28 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:
Bittersweet | Young | Belief | Since Yesterday | Do you hear me now? |Logic
If Logic's the theory of proof
And Inferences a process to truth
Then it's impossible to state
A premise, then negate
The conclusion
Unless it's a spoof.
words and foto T Carroll
Sunday 23rd April 2017 7:11 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Sin |My pen
I will eviscerate you with my pen
Your blood will be as ink
Pumping
Dripping
Blotching the paper
I will write your life
Put down black upon white
No part spared or left out
As the very soul of you revealed
Every soaking last drip
Until the ink runs dry
And you can no longer speak
Or insinuate another lie
Sunday 23rd April 2017 6:03 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
let us talk | Robbers tongue |am i selfish?
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
Also by m.k.:
will blue turn into purple? |It
Ah … the primitive id
buried drive of sex and aggression
so thinly civilized
our basic Beast growling
claw flexing, eye fixing
ready to pounce
in dreams
slips of the tongue
flashing anger
free association
In Art -
shadows in a painting
tone of a story
plumb stone of a poem
architect's angles
bass pacing heart beat -
subplots in metaphor
...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 2:41 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Garden Party | Girl in a Lake |Bloom
Roses are red violets are blue ah just kidding that's not how I start off a poem for you, you hair is like silk, your lips like no other, your eyes they give off a sensation of wonder, a true work of art, you are the kaleidoscope piece to my heart, for your love is shiny, colorful, and always brand new, I'm your sweet loving pet but you're just as loyal and true.
Sunday 23rd April 2017 12:24 pm
Also by Myescape:
Accepting flaws | Skinned | Drizzling |She seemed down today
I. Tortured by her own behaviour
II. Rivalry expressed through lovers’ soul
III. Battling for humbleness to be the change in her,
IV. Prior days has depicted her deepest love
V. But reality dreams, of fear is all she has to take hold of.
VI. She has a generous guilt for society inf...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 11:58 am
Killing myself for attention
I couldn't wait to see you and get my heart broken overwhelmed by the weight of my own consumption bad decisions made for a perfect moment
Saturday 22nd April 2017 3:48 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:
thankful for crazy friends |The foggy, foggy dew
Once I knew you,
Red hair blowing free
Catholic and wild:
The young banshee.
A Jacobite, like me.
The moral guardians condemned us:
Said we were the transgressors,
The breakers of the law.
.
So then we asked each other
What was life for?
It’s the wildness that’s within us!
Our spirits roaming free:
The accomplishment of nothing
That is you and ...
Friday 21st April 2017 10:12 pm
ABC Poem About Love By: Ebonaya Smallwood
Attracted to someone I barely know.
Butterflies in my stomach when I see him.
Caring for a stranger who has similar interests.
Dedicated to devote my upcoming future with this man.
Excited about the fact that someone has a crush on me.
Feisty is my middle name.
Gentle to the touch when he hugs me.
He’s my puddin cause he’s insane.
I’m his Harley Quinn because I’m just as in...
Friday 21st April 2017 2:23 pm
Also by Ebonaya Smallwood:
ABC Poem About Depression By: Ebonaya Smallwood |The last farewell this winter brought
And just like that, you're gone,
The memories fade away, you're lost,
No matter the action , the consequences are the same.
The thought of you not being here,
The thought of missing you,
Those are concepts I can't wrap around my head.
With fear I live the upcoming days,
Questioning my own existence,
Questioning my own rebellion, I slowly understand what you meant.
Honest...
Friday 21st April 2017 1:00 pm
wretch
twisted, crawling, slithering snake.
it moves unseen, hidden in the darkenss of my mind.
it rips, shreads, unhinges and lays rest to all the sanity that I have left.
it has destroyed all that once was and all that will ever be.
will I survive once it is done consuming me?
would anyone even care?
Friday 21st April 2017 11:55 am
As time flew by
Oh, those merry childhood days
when I would wake up;
only to the gentle kiss of the sun rays.
Alas, they had flown by to replace those;
with days, when I would wake up
to nightmares of an unfinished race.
I remember those carefree days;
when I would just toss and t...
Thursday 20th April 2017 8:36 pm
Also by aparajita das:
What would it be like? |Ocean And The Sky
The Oceanic waves cannot define
Neither the sky could do
They tried hard for knowing
Even the lord has no clue.
The Immortal sky has an End
Your invincible charm doesn't
Even the silent breeze has an End
But your gracious smile doesn't
Contrast would be unjust
So would be very futile
For a girl with no rust
Who sustains over the pile
Surely the sky and the ocean ought...
Thursday 20th April 2017 4:37 am
Freedom
My freedom, from foolishness to innovations, from my narrow mind, to play chess in cosmos with sea horses
Oh my infinite and inexhaustible
Her unsung songs, unplayed roles, not spoken words
Her voice, aroma, her look
Crusted by the look from my heart to breath and shout
man I'm going insane
Like I don't get sleep, but I wake up from canyon to mountain and from mountain to canyon
From ...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 11:15 pm
Also by Nazik:
Come |Magnolia
...
Each year you will be clothed in
this pink caress and warmed by
shadows passing from granite to bark,
while smoke drifts between the stone
and the stable where a pony shivers
to greet the dawn.
And you in your fragile boat on smoothing
waves will disappear towards a cold horizon
as we lean forward begging your return.
But no word of farewell echoes here, no
final touch, no...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 10:13 pm
Old Ned
(This is about an old ex-soldier from those post
world war two days when - if anyone raised
his combat experience - then his mates used
to all put their caps on upside down and their
thumbs into their mouths. and suck firmly.)
We asked him why he`d not declared
That he had just been Croix de Guerre`d
For his efforts in that great advance
which struggled and liberated France
`...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 9:33 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
An Easter answer? | Patient Betty | Colette |Lovely!
If you
can say
the same,
let her
know now.
Oh, and
by the way
my girl is
my mom
Wednesday 19th April 2017 8:17 pm
Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:
Breaking News |The evolving problem
Is it wrong to be jealous
Is it wrong that I wonder..what is it that you do
My nerves can't take it
I need to release this anger that resides inside of me
Why don't you get it?
Of course, I know you never will
I know you won't open your eyes to see
To see what has been eating me
You call it over reacting
I call it coming back to reality
My body. I've been used. My skin is no good
My he...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 6:28 pm
My memory
Even though he might seem
Cold and bitter but still glee
Will take him over that very moment
He thinks of days he spent with me
Even though his heart might seem numb
But a broken smile is sure to come
The moment you will mention me
Will ignite the rumination spree
Even though he might appear
Under the spell of swaying breeze
Still somewhere in his eyes you might see
Memories of us t...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 6:02 pm
I dreamt
I flick my hair
Put nail paint, wear dresses
Maybe somebody will fall in love
Maybe somebody will look twice
I wait for my beautiful someone
I wait for my story to be written
Wait for poems to describe my eyes
Search for letters in my bag
When we'll meet, I'll shout out to the world
Will talk to you even when I'll have nothing to say
Will sleep in your arms, reside under your breat...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 4:48 pm
Also by Shourya:
Fangirl |The Father's Curse
The Father’s Curse
I am not the man you used to be
the acorn falling softly
in the shade of your tree
raising ungrateful sons
to their own prosperity
fighting a war
so that others could be free
the nurturing of potential
that you swore you couldn’t see
expected to take root
and share your ancient symmetry
being a loving father
when it wasn’t m...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 12:15 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
This Book Is Bound In Leather And Writ In Blood |CHANCES TO LEAVE
CHANCES TO LEAVE
Hunched over his ouzo, unshaven
as the steamer pulled away on visible blue.
A guy who's going nowhere, you said,
meets every dawn with negativity.
Later we sat upstairs while Kumiko picked
through rubbish on the beach for fun.
Less of that scrap, you shouted down,
not everything is sculpture! Then turning to me:
At school back in Denmark we fou...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 3:08 pm
Also by john short:
THE GIRL FROM GALLIENI |The Happiest Place
I scan the paper and I'm smitten
by a headline: someone's written
"The happiest place to live in Britain
is here in Harrogate."
I sip my fresh brewed Yorkshire Tea,
gaze at the Stray where glorious trees
ripple sedately in the breeze
and I wonder "What's so great?"
Every town surely has beds filled with flowers,
a grand Turkish Bath with a dome and towers,
mineral springs and clean w...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 12:50 pm
Untitled…
In the air, the pallor rises showing faces of wrath,
breathing shame in light of a complex coalition of schemes;
a sudden fury appears discreetly under the crying
and the world indifferent...
Amazed glances are exchanged;
the impertinent silence is not tolerated ...
while the inventory of gifts continues
buying those in olive green uniforms, governments and judges
...Tuesday 18th April 2017 12:36 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:
It dawns under my skin |i need you to wear this bolo tie (it's office policy) (04/18/2017)
sickly purplish fleshy lips
pleading and heavy
a nasally whine drowned out
by florescent buzzing and gunshot wounds
there's an itch:
a dead twin living in that darkened spot
stamping out nightmares of the worst kind
a hardening shrieking excitement
pearl-yellow, shattering teeth in ecstacy
at the winning end of blu gun-metal
there's an itch
stapled down and locked away
saved for ...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 11:39 am
We Live in Hope But
Everything is disappointing
Everyone disappoints
Fall in love with me
I will disappoint you
Like you will me.
It’s factored in the leaving
Everything leaves through
Theft or damage or familiarity
The glow of ownership
Pride of possession
Will gutter and dim
Everything is tinged with disappointment
This we know
But pretend we don’t
We arm in arm a...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 11:35 am
Also by Rick Gammon:
Ashes to Ashes | Carolyn | On mishearing Macbeth Act V: “What a sigh is there!” | To Anaïs - A Lover I Met On The Way | Donegal Eden | To Maria |Universal abyss
When you venture into the deep unknown
Rolling into the pits of the abyss of the universe
Drowning in the darkness you will find an interlude
Of the brightest nature filled with despair rather than hope
And when you find this despair it will do you good to remember that
We are but only a cloud of air
Tuesday 18th April 2017 10:36 am
Life is racing past me
No sooner have I tied my shoe laces then another chore begins
One door closes and another left ajar
“please come in”
let the ceremony of rejection begin.
I’m at pains to tell them I was not always like this, then realise I’m at Tesco’s with a grapefruit in my hand
“ahh never mind”
Life is racing past me
Like the horse I bet on at the 3.25 crippled with anxiety
“ah...
Monday 17th April 2017 10:54 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
They answered the call to prayer |Trip To The Zoo
“What are you up to, Liz my dear?”
“She’s gone and nicked my pen!
Can you just please come over here
And get it back again?”
“Don’t worry dear, I think you will
Have plenty other pens.”
“Do as I say, and right now Phil!
I won’t tell you again!”
“I really don’t know why you make
A great big ballyhoo!
This is the last time I will take
You to the flaming zoo...
Monday 17th April 2017 2:44 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Lucy’s Lament | Cold Coffee (Reworked) |Change
The permanent thing in world
Is change
Change that no one ever wanted
Change that nothing goes by
Change that everything denies
Change that occupy thy self
No one wants a change
if it's no good
No one wants to change
For worst
No one wants a change
For world
Failure, anger, sadness
The reason for changing your self
Happiness, joy, love
The reason no one wants a change
You ca...
Monday 17th April 2017 8:00 am
Also by Gelo leysa:
Shuttered love | How to say? | Regret in all | Morning Sun | As time passess by |TIGHT SHOES
TIGHT SHOES
At night she puts the tight shoes by her bed
And dreams of running
When she awakes in the morning
She gets out of the safety of her bed
Puts on the tight shoes
Just to remind her that she’s walking
She used to nip her self
Scratch and cut her self
Look in the mirror for hours
And not see her self
Wondering where she had gone
Now she puts on tight sho...
Sunday 16th April 2017 4:49 pm
Also by ian winter:
THE DOLL |hooves
a wild horse
which is free
free to go
to go everywhere
to run away
or to stay
in the eyes
your eyes
crossed mine
you are my rider
the person whom my heart
chose to not live without
I admire
you make it tame
my heart is not as wild as it was
I feel each step
the mud
the grass
the sand
the snow
through my hooves
the hard hooves
which were infrangible
I thought
Sunday 16th April 2017 3:37 pm
Also by elkana:
a feather | the depth |We Have Had To Close The Door
We opened the door to freedom
We let them enter as they may
We denied not one single soul
Of freedom for it is they
Who came here to this country
Wanting to be free
And to build a better nation
Searching for equality
We never closed the door
To those who came to find
Freedom for their families
We were never that unkind
America was founded
By th...
Sunday 16th April 2017 2:37 pm
Also by Ricky:
Tired | The Schooners | Morning Writing | Tell Me What You Really Think |THE BLEEDING HOUR
All thoughts at once with no reserve
Too drunk to round the curve
All memories I wish to fade, currently present
I suffer from a case of self endangerment
All the things I've held
The purpose it gave
All are stones marked of a light in a dark and lonely grave
The essence of its sweetness still bleeds within
The wind dancing in the fields
The green, saturated earth w...
Sunday 16th April 2017 7:32 am
Also by old shoes:
Greener Grass | The Suffering |myself.
Everyone knew something different
than the reality.
they knew a student,
they knew the cheerleading captain,
they knew the girl who always smiled.
I know that person,
in reality.
I know an eating disorder,
I know self harm,
I know pain.
I know
because
it was me, doing all the thinking.
Sunday 16th April 2017 4:16 am
Also by Maria Renea:
Therapy | Solution | inhale |White Frame // Crushed Beads
The clouds were so strange that day
spilt powder over duck-egg veneer
a clandestine pincer and loose, flaking bough.
the hour the clocks stopped,
and the sea, through fence and fig-grove
breathed one last heavy overture,
(and there was much waving, and there
was solemn prayer, and repeat)
the shadows moved as warning signs
over verdant emerald mesh.
There I looked in ...
Sunday 16th April 2017 1:58 am
Know This
When I missed you
You knew
When I loved you
You already knew
Your quiet confidence could never be mistaken for arrogance
That was the calibre of your character
When we were parting
I think you already knew
I hope you know
That I seek you out when the darkness fills my life
Your memories remind me of the light
Know this
You are my l...
Sunday 16th April 2017 1:18 am
Stage is set...
Candles burning bright
Music playing low
Two people, two lives
Stage is set
Follow the script
Walk the aisle
Say I do
Two people, one life
Stage is set
Follow the script
Sunny, fun destination
Create a home
Two people, one life
Stage is set
Follow the script
Seed not growing
Distance born instead
Two people, two lives
...Saturday 15th April 2017 3:36 pm
Sitting beside the sea
I like to sit beside the sea
And close my eyes just enough,
That I can say I'm here alone
I pretend I'm the last human,
All my troubles drift away,
It into the waves endless repeat
Its slow certainty comforts me,
My senses leave on the tide,
The freedom I seek
Comes from living
On a small island
Where I must keep every thought
Every action packed in the land,
They get stepped on...
Saturday 15th April 2017 8:48 am
Also by Wez Jefferies:
Lately |Do i have a heart?
Do i have a heart?
I cant feel my heart beat
Im searching for my heart beat
How am i still alive with no heart beat
I feel dead inside
I have no heart beat
Im searching for my heart beat
Since way back when iv always wondered.
Why cant i find my heart beat?
Whats wrong with me
No heart beat
My hearts been broken
My hearts been shattered
And everytime i put it back to...
Friday 14th April 2017 1:00 am
Anniversary
Anniversary
There is no clean slate
No blank sheets of paper
To write our lives on
We erase and rewrite existence like
Painters whitewash
And rescape canvas
With images telling new stories
Often by another painter
In some other time
With alterative visions
No story is complete
Life goes on telling
The same story differently
From other sides of truth
Ce...
Thursday 13th April 2017 8:24 pm
Darlin' Dancers
I thought of you in bed last night.
Remembering your soft brown skin,
the times we had, impressions
of your absence
ever gentle on my mind.
I tumbled back to trampled paths
and BPM at sunrise.
Techno nights and dancing
on the weathered land
in daylight, singing love songs
in the mud and lit by lightning.
We were stormproof, leathered,
no one stopp...
Thursday 13th April 2017 2:48 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:
Rest In Power |Dear Dad
Dear Dad
why is all I have to say to you
it seems like you haven't cared about me and sis
ever since we were two
so what if you "had" to move
you could have taken me and sis with you
but no you didn't, that was rude
I actually thought you left because we ate all your junk food
but only as I grew did I learn the truth
it wasn't because of me it was all because of you
...
Thursday 13th April 2017 2:03 pm
ALL VIDEOS
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Thursday 13th April 2017 2:00 pm
Gone, not forgotten
Young and busy
Children to look after and watch grow up.
Thirty something, no age at all
To journey on
And leave us all.
I know
You didn't want to go.
You loved life
The joy and pleasure it brought.
Jake and Ben
Not yet young men.
And Josh, just a baby
Never learned to say Mam.
I know
You didn't want to go
I know, I know, i know.
Thursday 13th April 2017 5:19 am
Presuming
Why do people presume . Then expect you to act on their presumptions without even being sure . Our destiny is held on their presumptions . They presume when old you are on benefits . Presume you are on benefits when ill . Presume you are well when not . Presume who ever tells you lies , is telling you the truth . They think when you have worked hard all your life and saved . You should help all ot...
Wednesday 12th April 2017 6:56 pm
LIBERAL THEFT
There's a presumptious impertinence I look on as theft:
The acquisition of "liberal" by those on the left.
How often it irks when they're used together,
With no mind to give any thought as to whether
It might well be the case that "liberal" might
Be perfectly suited to those on the right!
........................................................................
Wednesday 12th April 2017 1:55 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
THE BREATH OF DEATH | JACK AND JOHN | CROYDON |Because My Professor Can't Teach
The first line of the poem I heard while walking through my university's campus and from that I built upon the idea, hope you enjoy!
Because my professor can't teach I'm left to piece together a syllabus out of the whispers coming from the front seats, I show up to class early in hopes of changing my day, but it only ends in heartache when I can't seem to find my way. Through the chatter a...
Wednesday 12th April 2017 12:50 am
April 2017 Collage Poem: Greatness
Great poets inspire; we aspire to write only the adequate, the good;
Perhaps the funny or the emotional; and we are satisfied.
Are you the poor homeless beggar that was given
A good kicking by Paul?
Different people from all walks of life
Sharing their love of the written word
Swallowing our different realities
Confined in the rhythm of Thomas
And the dirtiness of Buko...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 6:19 pm
The future is bright
So what is this future we stare at in fear
what substance this projection of mind.
How dare we design a moment in time.
where impermanence is all that we find.
Each conscious day existing on earth
conjuring a vision to reach
A future that flows and contorts
as sand is adrift on a beach
Planning love and peace and happiness
a personal perfection to derail
Wanting...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 9:13 am
Also by Frankie LeFrisp:
Feel the fury |This Moment
I had a moment.
Just before.
A moment spurred by what I saw
Now I'm not one to get caught by looks,
It was like a story from fantasy books
He stood alone, searching faces.
One of a hundred in busy places,
But this moment was special, I could see,
And even better.
He was waiting for me!
Tuesday 11th April 2017 8:19 am
Not Yet
Rock bottom is where you say you've hit
But you're smiling
But you've got someone to grieve with
Your even crying
No, your tearing
From laughter of all things
You know, you've found that slit of comfort in a moment of many
But then you start to think
Then bleed a little
But you haven't reached bottom
What happened to that smile that once was?
The one that only last for one minute
It ...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 4:39 am
Pull back the folds and peek in.
Searching for a way back home?
Watch the body dazzled.
May it become God’s?
“Wash me! Heal me!”
Offer your all to the darkness.
Bury your wearied conscience.
“Kneed me! Free me!”
Before you can catch your breath.
Don’t let it ever end;
Lest it be set off again.
Try and turn a perversion i...
Sunday 9th April 2017 4:52 pm
Also by Brent Cameron:
The Baboon and the scales |DEATH OF NELSON
DEATH OF NELSON
(Benjamin West 1738-1820 – Walker Gallery, Liverpool)
Some think victory complete
Raising hats celebrating,
But others huddled solemnly
Around the pale figure
Know death is waiting,
That he only lingers awhile
To say farewell and to savour
A little of the triumph.
In the background a confusion
Of sails and streaming signal...
Saturday 8th April 2017 5:08 pm
Sky
Life is so strange
sometimes intelligence wont matter much
You need to hold her hand
and look into her eyes
Knowing that she would care,
Sometimes addictions are funny
doesnt matter if you try to quit
you need a hero
Then sharing would make so much sense
and freedom
to ones who can accept,
and care for another..
The one time you laugh together
and look into the sky effortlessly;
N...
Friday 7th April 2017 11:45 pm
THE INSIGNIFICANT POET
My thoughts on paper hour after hour
When I lie in bed or in the shower
I do it all so you can glower
I'm the insignificant Poet
I stand up here and on my own
Hearing every sigh and groan
Whilst you sit and play on your mobile phone
I'm the insignificant Poet
I write it daily, profound and deep
Words to make you laugh or weep
Inspired whilst you were fast as...
Friday 7th April 2017 10:49 pm
Brief
isn't it funny how
you said you would love me forever
but your forever
was merely a moment
Friday 7th April 2017 5:34 pm
Also by iesha washington:
Someday never came | Poem I wrote for my brother who is now in jail | Hope |Not Noticed by Zakiya Johnson
Who notices the beautiful flower
No one does because she is broken
But now awoken she notices
No one seems to leave a care
Leave a care for one who's broken
And just out there
She is scared
She will fade soon and no one will hear...
The words that's spoken
From underneath the girl thats broken
Rainy dream, she tries to breath
Damp, dry, air that's cold
Watch her...
Friday 7th April 2017 4:50 pm
Also by Abstract Mystery:
Deep Sea by Zakiya Johnson |Fucked up
I'd give anything to turn back time...
I'd do anything to change your mind...
I'd say anything to make you stay...
I struggle with those sad feelings all day.
'You remember when...?' That's how my depression starts.
Need to stop remembering.
I feel like I'll never be happy again. As long as memories excist.
Love hurts. Dot. Pain pain pain. 'Oh I think I might be ok.' ...
Thursday 6th April 2017 10:18 pm
I dreamed of cold heart
The things I once loved about you I am repelled by. And I wonder why that is. Why must my heart be so fickle as to change its rhythm on the sight of a dropping moon? Why must my sanity be so wild as to run away with my fancy? Attached to my mind is a clock that often ticks but never at the right moments .
Thursday 6th April 2017 2:37 am
In this life or the next
In this life or the next
I see you in my dreams,
Oh so real it seems,
I touch your face,
You still look the same.
Your cheeky grin,
Beautiful eyes.
You have such a kind face,
Matches your kind heart.
Oh why was I so unsmart?
I pushed you away,
As far as I could,
For I was not ready for something so deep,
Even though I can see now, you were the...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 10:10 pm
Games
Everyday I play games in my head
Bad senarios going over and over again
I never win
Will I find my substance
Or will I fall for the ticks in my head
It's not Halloween these trick don't come with treats
How can I treat myself like a toy
I want to be a man but fear I'm still a boy
Wednesday 5th April 2017 8:50 pm
Also by Joe Renteria:
Morning |Springtime
I've been waiting for spring for a long, long time. These March and April are very cold. There are no blossoms near my house.
I am reading a lot of poems to feel spring.
Today I read a charming verse by James Henry Leigh Hunt. It is called May and the Poets.
«There is May in books forever»...
That's so true!
What is your favorite poem about springtime? I'd like to read it.
Wednesday 5th April 2017 9:30 am
Also by Honey:
To ex-boyfriend | English and Russian |Perpetual Canvas
The sharp blades of wild growing spring grass flat beneath my weight
Shaping along the edges and curves of my body
Hugging me, giving me a slight feeling of safety, even in a wide open space
The sun hiding as the clouds make their first spring debut
Soft gray and light white intertwined as the soaring birds making the canvas theirs
Don't blink you'll miss it, the peace, the perpetua...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 5:12 am
Also by Zaivee:
Anxiety |GREAT GRAND KIDS
(Get your sick bags out)
GREAT GRANDKIDS
Each grinning sits astride...an old rheumatic knee
a pair of exuberant saplings...aged just four rings and three
two new babes...born in the woods
impatiently broke from eager buds
off a sturdy family tree
roots mulched firm...bedded deep
fed by antecedents...in their everlasting sleep
flourishing fixed...to a healthy mix
of assorted ancestry
Sunday 2nd April 2017 11:45 pm
Jumping from one high to the next
There desperate to forget
The one thing that makes them upset
Just to escape the mistakes that now haunt them
All because of a lie ill-fated
Made ready for consumption
By those who told them it was right
Yet it's the best fiction has to offer
Messed up with reality
And feed on by the minds of the lost ones
Ready to create fractures i...
Sunday 2nd April 2017 10:39 am
Trespassers
Does this trip start in you
or spring somewhere in me
there is an urgency of need
I can't seem to abandon
Fingers on the button
clawing at your door, heart beating
will you answer all this longing
let me cross the line, trespassing
Calling by, I'm calling by
that ancient question in my eye
and you can tell, you can smell
that I've been drinking
but you know me
you know me
you kn...
Sunday 2nd April 2017 1:46 am
The Birkenhead April Fools
It seems timely, in more ways than one, to post this poem today. It was the local paper of my childhood, the Wirral Globe, which first introduced me to the concept of Fake News with its locally legendary series of April Fool spoof news articles. But it's chilling how close some of these have come to reality...
The Birkenhead April Fools (for Dot Humphrey)
We argue still, my Mum and I,
...
Saturday 1st April 2017 7:08 pm
Our pieces won't fit
Our pieces won't fit.
Surely you see it?
Yours cut through mine and
I feel it
You push to change what is
Down-right solid, yet
Knowing full-well that
You can't.
Saturday 1st April 2017 5:06 pm
Why Does School Make Me?
He said to type into Google "why does school make me"
Search results -
Why does school make me...
Sad
Tired
Depressed
Cry
Wanna die
Educating the mind without the heart is no education at all. Aristotle
The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education. Martin Luther King, Jr.
...Saturday 1st April 2017 9:26 am
Bipolar
Bipolar
It’s 10:09 am when you open your eyes
Everything seems fine
Wiping the crust from the corners of your eye
You get out of bed and take your morning piss
10:30 hits as you rush to class
Taking the seat in the middle
For once, determined to be
A good student
Somewhere in the midst of the
Molecular theory of matter
You get hit with a wave of fog
C...
Saturday 1st April 2017 7:13 am
Also by Toby Love:
Misunderstood |
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