HEAD SPACE
Ive changed all the locks and the ways to my heart
Ive patched up the holes you tore all apart
Repainted the lies you captured me with
Remodeled my life from pain to pure bliss
I no longer miss you, I pity your soul
Ive worked long and hard to patch up these holes
The space is all new
I can rent it out
This space is all mine and what Im about
Your key will not work
y...
Friday 31st August 2018 10:10 pm
Also by terra loop:
I saw God today |Going To The Store
An old family tradition
Going To The Store for groceries
back in time every neighborhood
had a independent grocery
mom & pop
living over the store
kids stocking shelves
personalized meat market
bottles returned for 2cents
we knew the proprietors
by their first name
we knew their families
we grew up with them
the independent store on the corner
the anc...
Friday 31st August 2018 5:06 pm
Also by d.knape:
Slow Learner | Stale Bread | Stale Bread | West Texas Rhapsody | The Interview | Out Of Date | Something Fishy | The Visit | Rank Amateur | Timeshare | Write Out Loud | Useful Idiot | Goldfish | Butterfly Words | Hatched | Web Cookies | I Write Poetry | Water | Internet | Texts | A Love Poem | The Walking Dead | Mourning Dove | Mourning Dove | Texas Chickens | Corner Man | Something Important | If It's Broke, Fix It | The Wiggly Apostrophe | A Room Full Of Poets | GNU | Mistakes | When I Go |He Never Returned
Loving Aunties never moved
in case one day
the door might open
instead time marches on
welcome mat gathers dust
baby cousins enter life
not knowing his smile
the family left behind
still wait,still hope
ten years have passed
since being dropped off
in Manchester city centre
traveling to a hostel
for a few days
disappearing into thin air
no goodbye messa...
Friday 31st August 2018 4:51 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
We Stay Strong |Iceflower
Ice in the wind this storm black night
Stings me awake
To walk the sodden way again.
Again this ex-communication
No black candles, no witches’ curses,
No lifting of the gloom
Just shivering in a room.
Imagining an iceflower
Shimmering in the heat
Of a living body
This genesis of the heart
Tells me
‘we are not who we think we are’
A phoenix made in time ...
Friday 31st August 2018 4:48 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Princess | Upward Over the Mountain | Regret | Children | Lies Denied | WIND-BLOWN | MOZART | Salt made from tears | Last line missing | Orthodox Blues | Paralysis | Tommy | At Risk | The Alpha and Omega | The cloths of heaven | To the crags, where eagles soar |Spider fear
"I am an insect and I live in the grass,
Terrified of being eaten at every blade that I pass.
I look out for spiders,nasty,evil and scary,
With numerous eyes,sharp fangs and feet that are hairy.
Pursued by a spider once I'm lucky to be still alive.
He was distracted by a fly,thankfully I did survive."
Spiders inspire fear like few animals will.
Lurking in webs lying ready...
Friday 31st August 2018 10:10 am
Also by hugh:
A shock for Jock | The three wishes | Follow up to a dirty girl | Alcoholic Aid,but unfortunately a wee rejection | mildred | An examination twist | A bill con | A catastrophy | Anya | Dolly folly | A wee error | the smile on your face | So many ANTS! | A satisfaction nightmare | I made a mistake | 4-letter words! | Shell sequel | No wind in the Willows ! | The transfer of pain machine | Its fly day, the tenth of August | A sad wish | A tragedy in Jerusalem | It started with a sneeze | Don't drink and drive! | Football crazy | A little bit of flirt | It was difficult to digest what had happened | "White" said Fred | Read the lids | No milk to drink | How to console a poor cook after a catastrophy |Mess
Mess
My poetry at times it does
Get me in such a mess
The grammar's bad the spelling wrong
A mess I must address
But this is not the mess I mean
This hits me from the rear
My verse it gains a sudden soul
And in my eye, a tear
It seems that I can have two messes
One in poetic script
The other on a deeper plane
Emotions getting ripped
Don Ma...
Friday 31st August 2018 10:09 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Drunk Fairy Grounded | FUN BUS Trip to BBC Archives : Pete and Dud | Bipolar Mania : An Example Of | Watcha Cooking Up Don? | Just Kill Me | A Good Stand-Up Comic | Balance | Princess Puss Goes to Yodel School | Bedazzle | House I Hear You Calling | Swissy Miss | The Festival of Britain 1951 For Those Who Can Remember | Oh Little Ant | Spike and I and the Factory of Human Daleks | My Premature Saturday Shorts Poem | My Neurons Are Going Away | Spelling Errors | Spike and I, and the School of Silliness | Brian, You Get Mind Muck-Ups ? | My Verse Is Quite Frustrated | FUN BUS: Celebrates National Hottie Day | WOL's New Rhymers Club | FUN BUS : Don Patents Our Bus | A Family That Kills Together |Time has Fallen
cold is the loss
as strangers pass - within us
this emptiness - is all of you
bereft - is that smile I miss of you
that warmth, of brightness
so near was I - that moment of truth,
when I met your gaze
in reality, I lost - for love felt
was my insecurity
time has fallen as tears - ...
Friday 31st August 2018 8:41 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:
Liberté | The cello player | We’ll meet again | Breathless | The Opal of my eye |"Love Song From the Ledge"
Love Song From The Ledge
Craig James Ackerman
Mid
Western
Front
Records
2018
The crust has begun to form along the edges of my innocence.
Like a vinyl tablecloth at an old Italian restaurant.
Used to be bright, red and hopeful.
Now dull, faded and nihilistic.
Grasping at the last fleeting straws of pigment.
Generations late of change.
Soon to be folded u...
Friday 31st August 2018 4:29 am
SWEET SIMPLICITY
Sweet Simplicity
you entice me with your beauty
To live in the darkness of complexity
stops my heart from beating
Child like smiles turn to
frowns
My door stays closed
as does my mind
when I am approached with
dark matter
I run and search for you
Sweet Simplicity
For I know you will fill my soul
with tranquility
and keep my attent...
Friday 31st August 2018 3:54 am
Also by lynn hahn:
LOVE GARDEN | MOONSHINE | MORNING WALK |Good comments
Good comments
Friday, 31st August 2018
It is reciprocal
for any individual
to respond the call
and smash the wall
yes, if one comes with the gesture
make sure
that he is responded with
an answer clearly worded
but not always
as it may not show the orderly way
to read and respond
sometimes you may not find the mood
but make a point
...Friday 31st August 2018 2:42 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:
It's pleasure | Relief | The words are meant to | Masterstroke of the language | Take the pledge | Love with hatred | The heart burns | Faith keeps us | True creator | Simple mean | Feel no sore | The best method | The reasons for | With a rose in hand | The personal approach | Until the cessation | No to any reply | Honey testes | Perfect or imperfect | Emotions | under the magic spell | Struggle hard | Woman's part | Rise again | We promise | No happiness here | Feel the intensity | Looks so simple | Women everywgere | In the direction | So beautiful | Offer your self | The spirit soars high | Overcome the shock | The person knows | Let us be | Get in well | At first sight | In an easy time | No violation of the modesty | The day | So beautiful yourself |Loving You Hurts
Loving you hurts
There are mornings I wake up, wondering if you survived the night
Hoping and praying that you didn't hurt yourself
Knowing that you probably
I worry I don't do enough
That I don't tell how much you mean to me enough
Waking up crying because I dreamt you had died
And it felt so real
If I could do anything to make stop your pain I would
But I'm p...
Thursday 30th August 2018 9:41 pm
Also by Melissa Wiens:
The Hypocrisy of Fashion | It's Easier Not to Care | Love Not Hate | We Have a Dream |Where do I stand
Where do I stand with you, am I strictly a ghost?
Someone from recent past that you'll drain in the sea
Letting go of the fight without a blinking fee
That ruined your desire to form a loving host
Where do I stand with you, am I still in your heart?
Someone that makes you smile of our loving moments
Bringing you joyous thoughts and some laughing movements
When thinking of our love in our ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 8:40 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
For my captain | Breathing | The fun in the sun | Her smile | Getting out |Riddle
I have felt the ruinous touch of time,
Ya,Time.
Many a times i am traumatized
By the facny of life,
Ya Life for sure.
I am in a trance to never awake,
the ripples touch my feet
I am in Lithe
numb in the lap of hyacinth..
I fell the every rhythm of my pulse
May not....
The tapestry keeps folding and unfolding
over and anon.
I'm lost in the riddle -
Have I ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:57 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:
Weed | Wounds are sleeping here | Life Goes On | Bloom My Love | Open Market | Fading.. | Sweet Wound | THE BOG | Weapon |Compulsive Manipulation
The monster digs it's claws in tight
I can't escape it, with all my might
I want to run away or hide
But today, with you, I stand to fight
The dark won't win, only light
I can feel the thread, moving my limbs
Like a puppeteer is pulling the strings
I see myself saying and doing these things
As the pied pipers' flute continues to sing
The voices that speak so clearly to me
Try to chan...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:51 pm
Also by HayzTee:
Forced upon Friendly Fire | Have patience with our Pain | The Rollercoaster which we name Bipolar | I am Both (with audio by me) | I am Both | The Soul eaters | The Chronic Pain Game | Battle Cry | Many sides of the truth | The "C", forever with me. | Meant for Me | True Love never dies | Who are the real Monsters? | Opinions are not Fact |A Quiet Man
A Quiet Man
She sat among strangers, discarded pamphlets strewn everywhere.
A face smiling up at her from a photo on a chair.
Handsome and young, she could not leave him abandoned.
Picking them up she clutched them to her chest,
quickly walking away to join up with the rest.
As his friend of many years had sat waiting a few days before,
his love, his wife would not answer his ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:43 pm
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:
I Want | Beyond the Trees | Cooking up a Storm | The Fledgling | There is Beauty | Nanna is a Yodeller | The Feather | Her Heart | One Night | Man is the Beast | I Am An Orphan Now (Age 46) | Too Short for Shorts | The Book | An Acorn's Story | Nan's Lippy | Hope Ain't Gonna Float | You Held Me With Your Tears | A Hot Evening in August | Breathless | Ripped Away | The Fox Visited Me Last Night |Someone to love me.
Someone to love me.
Isn’t it funny?
I could show up on your front door step after I’ve gotten done at the gym and find you with someone else.
You could lie to me when you open the door and say “I don’t know I’m fucked up”
But I stay because I just want someone to love me.
You could abuse me with your words and your hands and leave scars.
But I stay because I just want ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 9:49 am
Hunger mistaken for thirst
wake up in pain
expecting the worst
mind driving again
you’re reassured
fine tune frequencies
they still work
everything’s alright
life continues
aching you feel
doesn’t subside
it only finds
new places to hide
obscure pleasures
continue their work
extreme measures
appear practical
dailyness takes
what it claims it deserves
leaving you scratching at night
a hung...
Thursday 30th August 2018 8:16 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
Venn Diagram | ...and now forgive us for a brief commercial interruption... | One View | Human Touch | Fuck Yesterday | My Agency | You can be too careful nowadays | The Lack | Someone selling out in front of you | time matters | Ways of Being | French Films | EOD | Life is Suicide | Reading Is Hard | Early Onset | The moving center | sensual gum | Hone Avenue | What am I supposed to do with this information |Tit for Tat
Ok for one but not for another . Why pay Tariffs for some things . But not for Others . Do to them what they do to you . Then Fairness and Kindness will always show through .
Thursday 30th August 2018 5:40 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Scaremongering | Chosen Words | Believe | Let Your Feelings Show | Look Beneath | Free Speech | Sensibility |dirty pigs
Cut deep into my flesh.
Tear me apart like a pig being slaughtered.
Take my heart and rip it to shreds
Make me feel again.
Tell me endearing lies.
Look into my eyes.
Paint me in the skys.
Take me in between the lines.
Show me your sorrow.
Your pain.
Show me everything.
Thursday 30th August 2018 4:41 am
Haunted
As I type, I cry.
I cry a river of tears,
enough to drown the whole world in.
I thought I had cried enough.
I thought that they’d already killed all of my favorite characters
I thought everyone had already left.
The sky is stormy and you cannot see the stars.
Just like me.
My stars have been hidden by the dark cloud of
depression and death.
Even in giant crowds of...
Thursday 30th August 2018 3:04 am
Also by Elle Shaine:
Spiderwebs | The Lies They Tell |YOU ARE THE MUSIC - a song lyric
You are the music in my heart
And with each note I feel a part
Of some eternal symphony
Written just for you and me
You are the melody in my mind
And with its tune I always find
New meaning in this life I live
New ways to love, new ways to give
You are the song I've come to know
Wherever in this world I go
As sweet as any sung by birds
But they will never...
Thursday 30th August 2018 1:29 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:
THE NEW BATTLE OF BOSWORTH FIELD | LATE AUGUST IN NOTTING HILL | BY COOK OR BY CROOK | LIBERATION DAY | POETIC JUSTICE (a re-post for WOL newcomers' fun) | DOUBLE TALK | DO YOU REMEMBER MY ENGLAND? - a re-post | INSECTICIDE? | LIFE'S JOURNEY | SHORT SHRIFT | HUMOUR US! | WORLD YODEL DAY | THE PASSING OF A BILL - a longtime friend remembered | HOT STUFF - A Late Saturday Evening Reflection | THE CONTRARY YEAR | REST ASSURED |Mama Fado
Before now was
a song:
You go to the graveyard to talk to yourself
by black night remembering stars
More have sailed away
than can ever return
you have loved them all
and your love still burns
More still remain children
while trees around them grow
lilliputians of emotions
yet you love all you know
That love caught up with a miller
as he set out to sea
his sails ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:05 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Atlantic Cliffs | A Letter, As A Dry Leaf | Sheep May Safely Graze | The Crowd | Of Changeable Weather | The Leap | V. S. Naipaul 1932-2018 | Mindscapes | At Present | The World Of Slavery | Anon | All ThezeDreamz |SUCCESS STORY
"I need to improve my media presence,"
said the weasel to the shrew.
"Some selfies and a profile page,
an agent should know what to do.
No more slinking and stinking for me,
i'll lift my image
come out of the wild.
What think you?"
"Just wishful thinking, weasel words,"
replied the cunning and baleful shrew,
knowing full well the seed now sown
he took the ide...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:59 pm
Also by ray pool:
MEMORIES IN THE MIST | AT THE END, OR IS IT THE BEGINNING? | ONOMATOPOEIA | INSPIRATION | HOSPITAL VISIT | NIGHT SUPER VISION | JUST BY THE FLYOVER | RIGHTS OF PASSAGE | MANDY O MANDY |An Ode to Trouvaille
I have always been a whole person
Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise
But I left the other part of me in foreign country
Endearment
I love the way he says my name
With words and phrases I have heard before
But those that have not enlightened me until now
I can breathe around him, more than mere survival
I met him in a world where sum...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:19 pm
Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)
With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.
With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.
We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.
Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.
Wednesday 29th August 2018 9:21 pm
dream 111111
The dream the dream the dream! I write like Liz Hand. The dark underbelly of the city. Not just people dying. All of it. Every city has one. All are the same. The dark 3am beat. Put my poem in your book. My dream of it. An artist painting an artist painting an artist painting an artist...
The big young potentially dangerous Russian stood in front of me. He thought what he had to say is i...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 4:13 pm
Daybreak moments
The day is emerging from its nightly slumber
opening its sleep weary eyes to peak at the surroundings.
The human race joins in this rebirth
every day is a new fresh feast for the senses.
What wonders do I behold
while walking on the near empty street
the distant golden orb shining
its warming rays on my naked face
The strimmer-man at his task
cutting forth the ...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 2:41 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:
A flower in bloom | Beautiful raindrops | View from on High | Tyranny digs its own grave | Ellie |THEY MADE ME WEAR A NAPPY
(I've always thought there was a gap in the market for a fusion of top-rate poetry and a medical procedure. A travelogue of my biopsy to test for prostate cancer.)
They made me wear a nappy
(I wasn’t very happy).
They said I might be needing
A pad to catch the bleeding
Of later crimson stainers
Which seeped out from my anus
Which had become right sloppy
From my prosta...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 2:12 pm
Also by John Coopey:
THE DOCTOR FISH | TUGGING MY ROD | BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR | FROM CHRISTCHURCH TO POOLE | WHERE DO YOU GO TO, MY LOVELY? | I NEVER MEANT TO..... | HALF A MILE AWAY | BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | BENN | NUTS | FATHER AND SON |hiding places (discernment)
In the quiet I listen to some
whispered words you've spoke
and some you never have--
it's like putting my ear to a conch
and hearing all the silence we protect
being lifted from concealment by a noisy sea.
Wednesday 29th August 2018 11:51 am
Also by nunya:
disconnect (regenesis in infrared) | awkward | waters | sonogenesis | heosphoros | on entering decade three as a divorcee--good heavens, not this again... | year of the jackal | Page C3 Headlines |Towards Beachy Head
In the distance
the green tops to the chalkwhite cliffs
slope down to the sea
behind countless breakwaters
wading out through low waves
their wooden posts testament
to the shifting stones of time
Below the grey sky
the bluegrey water rattles the beaches
sloping down to the sea
between stark black breakwaters
mute guardians of the coast
each wooden barrier m...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:25 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:
On the Beach | Eastbourne |MEMORIES OF THE CAMINO
MEMORIES OF THE CAMINO
Saw nothing down below on the way to Vancouver –
a more or less straight line for nine hours or so.
Sat above a wing, beside a door, paying more
for the privilege, my legs need to stretch for these
longer hauls – all part of the call on me by
Mister P, some while ago, some day that was.
I watc...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 10:08 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:
JUST BEFORE SLEEP | WHY? | SILHOUETTE | THE TIME BETWEEN | Two Leaves | Grace | THAT SPACE IN MY HEART | POST-SCRIPT | KISS-CROSSING | SOON AFTER (epilogue for A Streetcar Named Desire) | FUNERAL FRIENDS | SHE SLEEPS | ESTUARY WALK | CORDOBAN FLAMENCO |Maria remind me of the rain (Song Lyrics)
CFGC
FGC
Am G C Am G C
Am G C F G
Maria remind me of the rain falling - dancing on a hot Spanish roof
falling finding its way
as the heat turned steam - drew away
by a shearing wind (that blew)
while you lay in sequin Spanish lace
Oh I remember
Oh how I remember
The thunder growled
The banshee howled
The dancing rain
pounded and groomed the ground
...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 8:10 pm
Waking
If you are first to rise in the morning,
move lightly as you go,
Children upstairs are still sleeping,
folded in soft blankets, soft breathing.
Step, more softly than their dreaming.
Step, more softly than their dreaming.
Tuesday 28th August 2018 1:43 pm
5.26(Last Rodeo)
The first victim, you made me
The first causality, I was
The first mistake you took to heart.
5 stones you cast into the river
Mistakes your friends made
I paid the price.
5 cards you cast aside
All because of a couple racks
5 scorpions you set ablaze
All because of a little detail.
Loved you like a brother I never had
Stood up for you like you was blood
Had your back ag...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 1:36 pm
Sexless
Green T shirt
Blue Nike nylon shorts
Shuffling trainers
Laces barely knotted moves along the street
The straw grey threads of hair spread out
From under the baseball cap
Sauntering and dragging
the arched hanging frame of a body
against the low set trolley
neck bent
head slightly stooped
against the staggered scowl that passes for a smile
indistinct in the bac...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 10:32 am
Also by Martin Elder:
Identical twin | Sunning themselves |The Photo ??
I looked at the photo then came the hurt,
I closed my eyes and reflected on self-worth,
I opened the bottle when I considered the pain,
But I put it back down when I realized no gain,
I tried to think and remain calm,
But all my thoughts included extreme harm,
After all we had planned over the years ,
How do I stop the cascading tears?
"I believe in love and all it stands f...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 6:32 am
Also by Mayah ROSE:
Too Late?? | Me? | Vacancy ? | There Is? | I Watched You? |Words of The Waiting Man 18
As you distorted the words I had to say
Dismiss fitted heart of mine broke down into painless realization
Overcame me like the oxygen in my lungs
I realization of the truth that my mind needed you and only you
I'm always going to be an option on the table but that's not good enough to you but I need love like anyone else
I pray to every God damn being in this universe for you to come back
S...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 4:48 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
I Am a Broken Down Factory lyrics | 30 East Drive | Existence Under Blood Moons | Samurai Bebop 6 Golden Lotus | Ich vermisse dich Firefly | Luciole | Rainy Monday | Tylenol Pills | Illithid// The Mind of Inferno | Mr. Depression 4 Walking To The Street Lights | The Vow/ Words to a Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 17 | Mr. Depression 3 Lady Death Journey to Mars | Mr Depression 2 Death is Coming | Mr Depression 1 The Beginning of The Story On Earth | Firefly/Vanilla Raven | Space Cowboy 11 Harvest of God | This Photograph Is Proof | I'm Sorry, I'm Trying | Self-conscious | Words of The Waiting Man 16 | Middle of The Breakdown | Space Cowboy 10 Kind of Blue | Knife Pervert | Chocolate-Covered Razor Blades | Rainy Sunday | The Miss Fortune of Finding Out That The Irony Behind This All Was That The Story Was Never Told Truly To You |remembering is such an easy task
I see my dead body
flaoting on the streets
like an old used piece of cloth
full of blood and memories
that are forgotten
by everyone but me
the smell of skin fliling
my nose cavities
an earth that is only here
to make my scent
dissapear
a person thats only job
is to forget
a body that reminds me
of long touches
a brush into a skin
that is burning
...Monday 27th August 2018 11:58 pm
Also by racha:
black holes |I Hate You.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
That's all I can say for now.
You're selfish, you're heartless and nobody wants you around.
Why would anyone ever like a selfish cow like you.
An inconvenience, a burden and a terrible person to be, too.
I wish I could forgive you but I can't stand your sound.
You're pathetic, you're ugly...please just don't come around.
You can cover your ears and ...
Monday 27th August 2018 10:31 pm
ILLUSION
ILLUSION
Just for a while
The feel of summer,
Fields of sunflowers,
Light dazzling,
Heat caressing,
France not Cheshire
Kind of summer.
Smell of lusty earth,
Taste of young wine
That won't travel,
Freshness of fruit
And vegetables,
Proudly displayed
On market stalls.
Just for a while
The illusion of summer,
Ou...
Monday 27th August 2018 10:18 pm
Get out
Get Out
I have to leave the house tomorrow
Fatigue energized by hope-
lessness
Depression fueled by gas-
lighting
Truth obscured by astro-
turfing
Men & women of honor being held up
to ridicule
A nation dedicated to human rights saving families from
each other
Deaths of innocents lending grievance for
self-preservation
...
Monday 27th August 2018 10:13 pm
I Could Love You
One love replaces another.
That's how things work, you claim.
And the: "It will never get better.",
is a line, which should be banned.
You draw every day like a painter.
You draw smiles on sad people's faces.
In our hearts we call you 'dear'.
I'd go with you anywhere!
You've moved me!
I love that logic of yours.
Admire your eager and happy mind!
...Monday 27th August 2018 9:48 pm
He had a calm assurance
Beaming the smile that says- 'iknow'..
she answered my questions.
A pat on the knee..
He cleared my confusions as he shared his story
-delightedly, contentedly.
By the fireside..
At the rocker chair..
where i listen,
as she speaks...as he tells.
Our conversation,
that one with the old- wise and full.
Monday 27th August 2018 9:12 pm
A Winter Sock's Lament
It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry
We can be quite a jolly bunch
full of rhymes and rhetoric
But time ticks slow and now we know
in the end... we're just too thick
So we're feeling quite neglected
'cos in this summer weather
we're forced to lie inside this drawer
and be no use whats...
Monday 27th August 2018 8:28 pm
Also by David Lindsay:
Cake Or Pie? | Idiomatic | The Scarecrow |Harry
Harry died in his bed, sad
But nobody knew.
Someone knocked on his door
After a week or two.
When there wasn’t an answer
Someone went away,
Just thought he was deaf
Or, gone out for the day.
Then a week or two later
The mail’s in the hall
But the postman’s too busy
To give him a call,
And the milkman stopped coming
A long time ago;
When there isn’t a sign
...Monday 27th August 2018 7:53 pm
Echoes of terror
He always called him his life
Little did he know until the
day he last saw him
They were walking side by side
And there came the echoes of terrors
Like that of third world war
Woke up in her harms,
Confused and lost
She called him her life
Others were moving on,
They have to move on
For the other side is greener
He missed him a lot, But she's around and always calls him h...
Monday 27th August 2018 5:52 pm
When I get mad I write poetry
Some of my best poetry is written in the space
between drunkenness and pain
Before I drink too much to regret
Or fall asleep and forget
Some of my best poetry is written in the space
between thoughtfulness and folly
When I’m mad enough for words to whirl
but not for blood to boil
When I’m mad enough for blood to boil
but not enough for it to spill
When ...
Monday 27th August 2018 12:48 pm
Also by Becky Who:
International Bake-off: Britain 1 - France 0 | Five minutes more | Geneva airport | Written in anger and confusion | I can't write today | Would you pole dance for a friend? | French Heat |The river
This journey will be long and unfulfilling, do not be fooled
For what you seek will bring such magnificent distress and surely be your end
Many of souls have fallen to this illusion, failing to see beyond such brilliant deception
Do not despair in your desires of the river you once bathed in as that river no longer exists
Do not fret, your woes lie not of what that river is now
Sta...
Monday 27th August 2018 8:11 am
Life
As my toes were pressed against her windshield, I saw the heat of feet outlining slowly as I breathed in and out.
Assuring me that I am human and I am alive.
Sometimes, it is the little things that make me realize those types of things.
As the windshield began to get warmer, the outline faded away and so did the little outline which once gave me a sign of living.
Assuring me th...
Monday 27th August 2018 4:18 am
Also by Andrea Lee:
Wrong | Butterflies | Heavy Heart | Memories | Me | Heaven |Deadly Birdy
It begins with a bird, Small and fragile, It was found on dry dirt, Broken wing, weak, not agile.
Poor bird, fell down from a tree, Alll of the sudden, it was was clear to see, To witness this bird will die for certain.And yet there was hope, no time into the bargain.
Poor bird, fell from a tree, All of the sudden, it was clear to see, It was thirsty, the heat was too much. Its heart beat wa...
Monday 27th August 2018 2:33 am
Also by Daniel Kohnen:
Wheel Of Choice | Forbidden Art |Pining
Dress me up in silver and gold
Tell me that I'm lo and behold
that you can barley think, thoughts out of control
Raise me up like if to drink
Just to bouyant to ever sink
eyes too wide to ever blink
My body creased to your fold
Guide me through these tempestuous fleets
make me understand that we
are but the architects only given sand
trying to find the promise land
...Monday 27th August 2018 1:00 am
Also by Erin Renee Moore:
Daydreaming |Time
To me you never left
you always lived inside me
the times my only friend
i always knew youd find me ...
Sunday 26th August 2018 9:04 pm
PARTY RICE
PARTY RICE
Compound wey dem take cook party rice
Nor suppose hungry dat day
Unless say mama greedy with the food
Country wey get oil
Nor suppose suffer for fuel
Unless say Papa use am play politics
Photo credit: Kporho Vwede Daniel
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All rights reserved
Sunday 26th August 2018 4:35 pm
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:
THE CYCLE | LISTEN | RESOLUTION | BEAUTIFUL | THY STEP DAUGHTER | WE WENT HAYWIRE | JUSTICE FEVER | NATURE AND NATION | DARK KISSES |Winter is the best time to die
Winter is the best time to die
Who wants to go when the children scream on the beach
and the sun is high in the sky
who in their right mind wishes to take their leave
when there is happiness and laughter
and picnics and sand
but perhaps you are not in your 'right' mind
whatever that is.
Can any of us be in our right minds living like this?
No winter is the time to go wit...
Sunday 26th August 2018 2:38 pm
Good Old Plain Porridge
Oh!
There's nothing like a dish
of good, old, plain porridge
for breakfast -
hot spoonfuls dropping thickly
from pot to bowl
lovingly dressed
with cold, creamy milk
and brown sugar
a dribble of runny honey
and a dollop of real butter
some assorted nuts
handful of raisins
just a sprinkle of shredded coconut
and cinnamon dashed over the top -
all stirre...
Sunday 26th August 2018 2:17 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Fifth Birthday | Not Beyond Reason |Metamorphosed from a sun to a moon
Before I Lost you
You were my sun
The azure sky
To scan.
After I Lost you
You became
My moon
Desperate to see
You soon.///
The tide of time must not kill love.
Saturday 25th August 2018 3:47 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
The voice of God/የእግዚአብሔር ድምፅ(trans in Amharic) |Her smile
Where butter melts
and honey drips
the parting comes
from parted lips
my fingers trace
the smear of dew
my knowing touch
from knowing you.
Words and image Tommy Carroll
Saturday 25th August 2018 1:21 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Nagasaki | Is it vodka? |Two Separated Stars
Two Separated Stars
- Reinmari
Sunlight clasps the earth
Moonbeams kiss the sea
I've watched as the sun kills itself
To let the moon breathe
I've always known the story
Of mountain, river and ocean.
Mountains mingle with the river
And rivers with the ocean
But as long as..
Pale stars still shine above
Falling leaves are still dancing
Cupid and Psyche are still inlove
Los...
Saturday 25th August 2018 8:56 am
Burning Bridges
Bury the long dead past let bridges burn behind
Bounty what life holds be cherished full in kind
Nothing stays forever in rapid passing of time
There still be choices to relive your lost prime.
At the end somewhere will be a beckoning light
Ridding built up solitude to future shining bright
Saturday 25th August 2018 7:21 am
under 5
where i am in my life. where i used to be. where i want to be. where i was.
what is life without emotion. without love.
people will say that shit is too cheesy for them. do you believe them?
its not up to us to judge. do you relate?
what are we suppose to be like in this life? that should not be a question
we never expect to be where we are at this very second
think back to 4 ye...
Saturday 25th August 2018 6:34 am
photographs.
Photographs
drawn in light
some carefully posed
others carelessly captured,
In all its imperfections.
Frozen in time,
life’s fleeting moments
to hold and to share,
each sliver of memory,
so fragile.
To relive
Glorious sunsets,
Effortless afternoons of uninhibited ease.
To remind us
Of walking through storms,
Of things lost,
Slowly at first,
The...
Saturday 25th August 2018 4:03 am
Also by sanjana shroff:
master evader. | A string of stars. | In the beginning. | the wait. | only with you |"Slow Circles"
How much longer can I resist your pull?
Can you tell? How I am constantly drawn in
from that sweet air across this enigmatic river?
But only to the edge, where I pussyfoot and ponder,
bemused by moon's cast on unstill water.
Oh, how I am well aware
that this constant stream connects,
yet still divides us.
I am just dying to wring myself free
of all the words that bu...
Saturday 25th August 2018 1:56 am
Love
It's the definition love
Knocked and knocked, for a tousand years
Let me love you today,
Your scars .
Your hurt.
We are more than their motions
For we are the broken.
Yet while they say broken glass can cut too.
But little darling, I say two broken pieces
Could be mended even more beautiful together.
I don't recall who you are.
But whether I'm stil knocking on love's door,
Or...
Saturday 25th August 2018 1:15 am
Also by Arina:
Beautiful Addiction | REAL | Queen's day | Magnolia |Origami Phase
I worked all through the Winter,
on my Swan, then it got dashed in water,
a cruel joke from some playmate or other,
sadly it didn't float, but neither even would
my flimsy boat (one would imagine).
Trouble was the books were too old,
too fusty, specialised;
I grabbed them from the library eager
only to arrive back home and within five minutes
had lost patience...
con...
Friday 24th August 2018 10:54 pm
Also by David Blake:
The Romantic |Sea....
I am in a sea of nothing.
Drowning in its emptiness.
I feel the weight of the loneliness crushing on my chest.
It makes its way down to my lungs as I gasp for air.
I scream but no one hears me.
As I begin to accept my reality I allow the sea to consume me.
It is cold, dark and quiet.
I am a sea of nothing.
Friday 24th August 2018 7:26 pm
Also by Love & Rocketships:
The White Rose |Life... Why even continue?
It doesn't make sense... I'm not who I used to be... This karma that's destroying my life has been paid over and over and over...why? I really don't see the point in trying my hardest to be the person who's in my heart... The only thing I feel and deal with is pain and repercussions of actions in my past and actions that where never even acted upon... True happiness, financial stability, love... W...
Friday 24th August 2018 10:23 am
Also by Knight In Black Armor:
I Don't Even Know |Somewhat Confused
Not sure if it's okay
Not sure if what we are doing is okay
Not sure if anything is simple anymore due to the fact i know you love me
But your with her and i have my own as well
But you like the same sex me i am mixed cause im in the middle of likeing both
but yet look at us we can't stay away from one another
You know mine knows what's going on but yours doesn't know
So if y...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 11:52 pm
Also by Hachi M Gutierrez:
Starting to feel again | something different |THE FIGHT FROM WITHIN
Fighting the darkness from deep within,
This other side that wants to win,
Roar of a lion squeak of a mouse,
The darkness crying to be let out.
This is the highest quality,
Of me deciding on morality,
For mortality is a rising catastrophe,
I can't handle this evil mastery.
Me fighting me,
This I can't understand really.
Is this me or is this me,
Nobody would be...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 6:51 pm
Hush
It's been creeping on my doorstep knocking at the door,
Said it's name is Depression and he wants to talk.
"No thanks, go home."
"I am home" the mother fucker said.
"I wanted to surprise you and just show up with no invite or reason I missed you buddy."
"Well I didn't miss you" I said.
"You were the worst roommate I ever had."
Thursday 23rd August 2018 3:10 pm
Also by Lane J. Yarbrough:
Half Of You | Product Of Society |Dark to Light
Darkness
Restless
Sleepless
Darkness
Tiredness
Listless
Darkness
Stillness
Endless
Painfulness
Emptiness
Darkness
Loneliness
Sadness
Powerless
Hopeless
Helpless
Darkness
Neighbourliness
Friendliness
Connectedness
Kindness
Happiness
Less dark
Thursday 23rd August 2018 12:11 pm
Also by Christine Renshaw:
In The Dead Of Night | The Language of Trees | The Armchair of Oblivion |3 The Empress
Merry meet again….
I hope to find you all well,
Last week I presented to you my tale of the Fool's Journey of Enlightenment written within the world of the Divine Tarot. So today I am here to continue my tale and present to you the next card of the Major Arcana which is The Empress. The Fool's path continues as he transcends once again to the next stage of his journey by mastering the Munda...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 9:29 am
Also by RaVeN Mathews )0(:
2 The High Priestess | 1 The Magician | The Fool The Beginning |Day
As the sun streaks fall on you,
a cheery day breaks through.
Ah! The walk, run and the plunge.
Out clean or covered in grunge.
As the sun starts dipping in,
daily episodes reel and spin.
The day proves to be worthwhile,
if the lips still manage to smile!!!
---Kavitha?
Thursday 23rd August 2018 8:49 am
Yellow Brick Road
Walking along
The steping stones
All laid out
Like a yellow brick road
all signs pointing
To happy
Walking along
My eyes look
Far ahead
That's the problem
With the girl
Who's always got a plan
Yellow brick road
Should've had a warning sign
It's not all sparkles
And butterflies
With a good chance
I wouldn't reach the other side
An...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 6:01 am
Also by Jara Giner:
Map |reflection reminscing
My emotions pouring out
My head lost in the clouds
But my body seemed to drown
I look at whats around
Your nowhere to be found
Whos problem is it now
Somehow I feel proud
I got sober
When we were over
And yet you still use
I feel like I was used
When the money ran out
Cheating came from the muse
Yet I stayed amused
I ignored the clues
My emotions are my...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 2:45 am
More Colors
Putting ribbons in your hair reveals your inner moods:
bright colors for joy
pastels for calm
dark strands for the void
When you come to me with reds and blues
you challenge my bleak thoughts and you always win
Soft greens and pinks cause my fire inside to lie spent on the floor
Blacks and purples tell me to be careful
One never knows when despair will raise ...
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 11:25 pm
Also by Douglas MacGowan:
Seasons | April | Late Summer Day | KDM |Skin
Our skins are different colors
But we all bleed the color red
Be compassionate
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 4:49 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Broken Egg Shells | Aretha Franklin Acrostic | The Hour is Late | Mountains in the Mist |oxymoronic poem
On discovering her to be faithfully unfaithful
as well as truly false
he endured a living death, unable to stop
adoring her who seemed so fiendishly angelic
when in fact a diabolical madonna.
Immediately after this unearthly coming down to earth
he still felt some murderous affection
deep within his worldly soul.
However, with a last bittersweet act of will
in ways ...
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 4:14 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:
Porto Cervo | nostalgia | Male inadequacy | Tommy darling |Nothing
In my dream I ask for a lethal injection.
Foetal on a hospital bed, I wait for it to take effect.
Nothing more to say, nothing more to do.
All worries, now redundant, pack their bags and leave.
Stuart is here, and Tash and Chris and Jane.
Not grieving, just bearing witness to my peaceful departure.
I feel nothing and it is wonderful.
When I wake
The gentle feeling
O...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 2:58 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:
Mine | Sink Hole | Into the Blue | For Stuart |Forces of Nature
Monsoons creating mudslides
Volcano erupting in dark of night
Tornado wrenching up trees as if matchwood,
as flood water sweeps in unabated
Forces over which we have no control
Bone dry, arid landscape, parched and thirsty
Strangely alluring and yet deadly in its nature
Cacti defying the climate by storing fluid
How many stories could they tell of lost souls?
Forc...
Monday 20th August 2018 10:46 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Bad Romance | DISORDER | Randomly Wonderful | Alexa and Siri | PLANS | Bi-Polar Poetry |The House Looks Like A Painting
O, the house looks like a painting
we can't agree on anything
what I want is meaningless to you
what you want awkwardly remains obtuse
and unreadable
O, the house looks like a painting
no longer are we in step with anything
you casually slighted something
I spent the morning trying to unpack it
to understand you
It's corrosive
it's unsustainable
it's the only way we know to be
I...
Monday 20th August 2018 10:23 pm
Also by Tom:
Let The Tide Decide |Earthly Treasure
Happiness that fly high up in the skies
Songs that lightens up the fires in our lives
All belong here on earth
Nothing is there to take along
High where everyone sleeps above
Relations we bear
Bonds that we all share
Friendship that we hold so dear
All belong here and only here
Nothing from this earth we can take away
Where one day our souls will rest forever
...Monday 20th August 2018 7:44 pm
The Stranger
Maybe it was the sudden drain of colour from his cheeks, that I started to notice over the last few weeks
The vacant expression id started to see in his eyes, like the person he was, the glint that dies
His shift in body weight as he had gone from walking heel to toe
Was more a shuffle, a dragging, just no up and go
Clean shaven, his fresh scent
Had been replaced with worn c...
Monday 20th August 2018 12:47 am
Under August Skies
Under August Skies
We sat around the table Mam
but none of us got fed,
for the Corn Law has been biting
and we don’t have any bread.
The mill wheels have stopped turning,
so we haven’t any jobs
and we’re under-represented
by the parliamentary nobs.
So we gathered in the field Mam,
with our banners and our flags,
and the soldiers sat in lines
with their...
Sunday 19th August 2018 8:49 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Screaming Blue Murder | discarded | Nearest & Dearest |Clash
This poem was written 9 years ago but seems to have more resonance now than it did then.
Clash
She limped along Old Trafford road
her helping hand a stick of ash,
two Tesco bags increased her load,
her costume emphasised the clash
of cultures on a bright Spring day
when European arms and legs
in ghastly white are on display
by Boots and Claire’s and Next and Greggs.
...Sunday 19th August 2018 1:04 pm
wol 2018
havent written a blog for years now! 3 years i think...
any one up for more bond poetry?
where have all me muckers gone??
anyone still on?
Sunday 19th August 2018 2:51 am
In promise of the Seasons
In promise of the Seasons
I have returned to the cradle of my being
those places and times which formed me
Moulded me into the person I now am
the oak with acorns about to fall
surrounded by a sea of drooping nettles
morning mists which shroud the dells
as dogs race around in the twilight fields
The expectancy of autumn
its foreboding, the onsett of winter
yet su...
Saturday 18th August 2018 5:06 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
It rained on Market Day | I saw a Lady today |Guisecliff Crag, August
Where the fragrant heather moorland borders
wildwood, by the crags above the river,
the harebells and last fading heads of clover
nod themselves to sleep in drowsy August.
The ling is now full-on and tightly ordered
spikes of tiny flowers blanket over
the landscape like an Emperor’s purple toga
swathed across the heights, but thrice more gorgeous.
The fated grouse may look ...
Saturday 18th August 2018 10:31 am
death
is death easier then life what if u found out death is better then life have u ever put a gun to your head n thought i cant do this that you try make life better but on 2nd though your life will always suck n nobody cares if ur dead have ou been to that point i have and im still here an idk why
Saturday 18th August 2018 4:23 am
such satisfying perks
you get them everywhere
she just wishes she was not afraid
of stepping the line
there she goes
showing to the servants
the freedom of her spirit
mastering the ability of disguise
no one believes in that
she ain't surprised
she used to be one of those
now she's converted
to the magical mistery path
wherever you go
you'll remember her smile
trying to imagine th...
Friday 17th August 2018 10:46 pm
The Missing Poet (For Alex Humphrey)
Sundered alone in the dawning grey
You would have found it a poetic irony
When you were laid out to face the ocean
To be carried away in a wordless suspension
And baptised silently by the waves.
Departing Panama only a few days
After you arrived at your hostel
Like a river crossing warrior in your sandals
Your smile hiding a welcome escape
For what awaited when you came home.
Of cour...
Friday 17th August 2018 10:09 pm
Be infinitely infinite into infinity
I’m a cycle
I’m a circle
I’m a forever
I’m always
Casting shadows on myself
Packing silver on the shelves
Plus! Plus! Plus! Plus!
I’m infinity
Maths was never my forte
You cannot minus or divide me
I’m a forever
I’m always
Smiling when the moon comes
Smelling for when Monday runs
I was reborn, refreshed
I can be ironed and pressed
Good as new
I’m ...
Friday 17th August 2018 6:59 pm
Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:
Sleeping through earthquakes |Garden Sin City
In 'pound' emporiums
and slightly more
upgraded enterprises
there can be found
all manner of
garden embellishment
here in garden sin city
price palpably
provokes purchasers
to lose all respect
to lose all taste
where thrift is queen
here punters peruse
plentiful unsavoury
gaudy garden gimmicks
crude plastic knick-knacks
pretending t...
Friday 17th August 2018 12:08 pm
Also by J R Harris:
Flowers for Grandma | Wigan's Diversity |Just another breakdown
It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.
It's hard when you forget to laugh
And you're scared that someone might see.
Hoping no one saw your face,
As you struggle to remember how to breathe.
It's hard to pretend you're happy,
And you're terrified someone might ask.
It's becoming harder every day;
...
Friday 17th August 2018 8:40 am
Also by Xandaria:
Just one more time. | Have you noticed? |Children
Hey guys had a bad few days but hey ho thats mental illness have been trying to decide which poem to put up and stumbled upon this one about how I question my lifes worth and how I want my children to look at life different to the way I do.
Children
Why did you give me life for I am going to die
I see my children's youth through a tear filled eye
I see innocence and hope an unspoi...
Friday 17th August 2018 6:47 am
Also by Daemon Cantrell:
The rift | Addiction | Garden hopping | Collection | Mirrors eye | Genuflect | Angel | Grandad | Leader of men | Demon demon |Empty
Lately, I feel like I'm not the only thing you want
You say you love me, but I know you just buying time
Tell me the truth, do you still have that beautiful dream that you are mine
I know sometimes I be tripping but you say (hey I only have eyes for you)
Then why do I feel like I'm walking on Ice
You know I'm not that kind of girl to catch a feeling...
I wonder if you even try to know me
I ...
Friday 17th August 2018 3:42 am
Respect
The spotlights have been dimmed
Words of homage fill the page
Every eye with tears is brimmed
For the Queen has left the stage
Such memories are rooted
In songs we can’t ignore
But now her music’s muted
She will sing for us no more
And though we are bereft
This comfort comes to mind
The legacy she left
Is there for all mankind
Friday 17th August 2018 12:58 am
Nothing
How the feeling of emptiness devours
and takes me in
like an empty nest
and a hole in the ground
an empty den of the fox
with just loneliness gazing around
an unclaimed body
lying in the morgue..sleeping
without the
rush to being claimed or otherwise
Oh! how the emptiness seeps and seeks me
with the stories of yore
with phantom pain filling my pores
An old a...
Thursday 16th August 2018 11:46 pm
Rave On...
An unhealthy obsession
The sombre procession
As loved ones carry your coffin
I think of it often
And never forgotten
Your lies and later confession
I long for the day I can finally say
Here’s a glow stick and whistle
To your grieving widow
And hold a rave on your grave
I’m gonna hold a rave on your grave
Thursday 16th August 2018 11:21 am
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