Rent Day
Today is the great day that tenants dread. You rather keep your hard-earned money instead. Not enough days to enjoy the pay we got in
"I never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering." - Robert Frost
Today is the great day that tenants dread. You rather keep your hard-earned money instead. Not enough days to enjoy the pay we got in
Aching arches of smiles while away my time, Excruciatingly patronising and pedantic, Reassuring themselves but never I, That I believe they like my rhyme. Sent
There are owls that go to bed Sooner than I do, some nights I struggle to quiet the thoughts in my head As the owls
He lived alone on an island in a lake. His yellow cabin a cuboid anomaly in a sprawling flat plane of white. The lake had
If the safe’s been unlocked and the content is gone, lightly heard the sound of a moan, path thru has been blocked, “Do not enter”
A follow up to Summer’s Promise Gone I’m wandering, wandering in my dreams. Looking for something, Searching for the key. Can I find anything That
is meant for the sea but now I see how I’m slowly becoming full of tides Life is supposed to happen in order Much like
If a rocket goes up into the sky, it will come back down. If birds fly up into the sky, they will come back down.
In fields of lavender, where the sun glows A purple angel descended, her wings did show Her robes were flowing like a river’s stream And
Getting drunk on the bottle of wine to keep oneself relaxed, contact the good old feeling, intact with the meaning, maneuvering, thru the poisoned sumac,
Every man or woman has dream within themselves, to reach a goal in life, while there is still time left. They want to find an
A woman’s life — consumed with self-hatred,exiled from her creative source —wasted beauty and passion.Soul— lost to guilt and shame.Reclaim your birthright —shine endlessly,banish fear
I want to know what love is by Foreigner – Youtube video Full Lyrics “I want to know what love is” I gotta take a
I am tired of failing The things I do not forget The pain and the pressure Made me regret But deeper inside me I know
I have a neighbour upstairs, And they can be loud. At night, in the morning, How can one person make so much sound? They’re always
An old man was down on his luck. So, he rolled the dice for one more buck. He was just trying to find someone to
It is raining outside and it’s kind of gray, I’ve made a long trip and I’m here to stay, thought I’d do good but not
With swords drawnThey dance around the point.Once friends, now enemiesOne begins to speak. “You never needed second chances,But while I was winning breaking lancesYou were
A bit of nostalgia Becoming a wish For something much better Then billing or sadness Something like this New career objective Of eternal love in
We’re all living in the fast lane today. We run day in and day out to get ahead in life. You know we can’t seem
Cars drove by, a simple sigh at six in the morning, The day starts and the body drops, Shots heard on the block in the
I didn’t sleep at all last night, it depresses me If only my brain could rest and let me be Strong noises from another person
It whispers, “It’s coming”, And everything goes, Everything turns. But we are here, Forced, To endure and be, Then nothing more. Crying, Cooing Coughing, Croaking.
on YouTube Lyrics “Something Just Like This” I’ve been reading books of old In the evenings when I feel cold. The legends and the myths
I look at my girl’s Barbie It is indeed cool How perfectly tiny Like the mill in the hill Of artificial beauty That today’s people
She was exotic,Fully formed from the formless,The foreign lands,Far from my own,Of age and mystery. She came up,Out of the holy waters,And my tongue stumbled,To
You thought you weren’t a Fandergander?You thought you weren’t a Dandillious-Flander?Upon this land of ancient grandeur,you mistakenly thought you were a panda! Whander-whizzald! Whizzald for
Prompt theme: “Hope” I hope you step on a Lego when you least expect it. I hope you step in a deep puddle and soak
For those ‘creative’ solutions Image by Author When a problem appearsThere’s no need to fretThere’s no need for tearsOr even break sweat Though solutions may
My tears, like a stream of water running towards the sea, they are running towards the floor, softening the ground. I sink. Darkness is surrounding me.
Life is never idle Life is never dull Life is always happening Life is always testing Life is never predicable Life is never set Life
Maybe I wasn’t loud enoughabout my desires—or was I too quiet?I never could tell. Life—a tightrope walk of extremes,fleeing to the shadowsafter too many days
[TW: Self-Harm, Mild-Violence/Gore] I had to shove a pair of scissors up my nostrils the other day, As there was a lingering, longing smell that
I have read a book together with the Seagull He told me about different legends and myths Surprisingly, we saw on the beach a lost
We planned a pretty future. It was only yesterday. Two young hearts were parted and went a separate way. We lost a pretty future, don’t
A pillar of strength and man forever bold, In his name I write this poem – his story will now be told. Born and raised
An ode to my Dad who left a surprise in my mailbox after his funeral Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash I remember when I
When your eyes are soaked in all the nuances of light, maybe it’s time to close them, just for a little while… (Rock’n’Roll in a
Not a single person in the universe has experienced life the way I experience life. My circle is a huge Venn diagram of shared experiences
A poem about soulmates On that fateful day Searching the shadows I cannot wait to see you In your shining hue beaming like a floodlight
I watched a K-drama It looked romantic Men showed attitude To be with a woman In keeping red laces From one heart to another All
Phantoms are known As the most handsome stealers To live on their own Blazing realities Or men that come for The most beautiful jewelry That
Are you or are you not? The reality or falseness in actions? Or maybe we should tie the knot. Are you or are you not?
There’s always a boyfriend, Soft and pillowy, Lips beyond compare. A fistful grab, For grip, Of perfect hair. Blessed, With silk for skin, Tempting and
Can I stay, And die amongst the forgotten? Can I live my seconds, Amongst the decayed and rotten? There is no place for me, Where
To the one, I used to know Thank you for your warmth and glow Many days were exceptional because of you The still of your
The little things in life always count. If you show a little kindness along the way, it will always be appreciated. It will count and
Realization of age Between the false And pretty lies I found myself In neverending sorrow That brought me back To memories and lines I drew
I will never sleep again. There’s so much I have to do. I tell myself this every day, and now I’m telling you. I will
The dawn of the uncertainty. The dawn of change. The things of the past are no more. The things of the future await their chosen
I knew a man once. Who was still just a boy. Who had been soured by his past, and a heartbreak he couldn’t forget. I
Image by Author A stranger walks along the shoreThe water calm as glassTheir footprints leave a lonely trailAvoiding those they pass Their stare is off
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) —– I come home from the market, and I pass through a town that was once very lovely, but is now
Three fish swim our streams, of knowledge, visions, and dreams. With rainbow scales and basalt eyes, knowing everything under the blue skies. One remains, and
Welcome to Russia! From Russia with love! Ride my Matroshka, enroute to Rostov! Drink all our vodka, rub tits with caviar, I’ll get dancing bears
Our downstairs neighbours have lit their apartment on fire.We smelled the smoke months agoSaw the warning signs, heard the alarmsAnd did nothing. We plugged our
So many of us know the pain of losing a loved one. I write in empathy with you. Whilst everyone’s hurt is different, that we
Tasteful bliss, Colourful freedom Broken wings of Mother nature Sighting love with the relic of normality Halt the world For its deranged morality Feet of order, Eyes
You glittered when you walked into the room— Exuding confidence like it was nothing but a piece of cake. Still, stillness drapes you better. You’d
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) —– I love to be myself, but at school I seem different than everyone else. I don’t mind the clothes I
I always wondered what was in my pillow It’s soft and fluffy and brown When I asked my mom She said it was down This
In the realm of the divine, where melodies reign, A song of eternity echoes through the rain, A tune so pure, so sweet, so full
Hollyhocks formed — pretty little dolls.Lemonade, brimming with sugarSilence stares at you and me.Perplexing connectionof familial ties —reinforced truth:separatenessdefines us. My mother’s parents were strangers
There was a time when my life was in your eyes Now, these moments are like far memory that flies I have lived long in
Today, I met this old man of yesterday. His shoulders were bent, and his hair was gray. He said son, don’t lag behind. You’re just
This poem is a Kimo — the “haiku of Israel.” Running through the woods–family dog ahead.Laughing, my hand reaches yours.Mother–you are still young. There was
Prompt: Home Remedies *** The ancient Greeks used silphium to extinction as contraception. *** Drink bitter water. (Biblical termination.) It will come away. *** Cotton
On the emptiness one blizzard showed the path, thru the forest of invisible forecast, to the valley of the shadows of the past, Bravery’s been
It happens in a split second. When something clicks and reality shifts. And all those painful thoughts just mist away. Suddenly, the heart feels peace,
The rabbits bounce vivaciously upon the rain-soaked moss this one isn’t scared of me he doesn’t run across to greet his other rabbit friends all
Like a lady bug I feel free Wings spread open Acceptance Like the wings of a small lady bug Flying at my own limit Scared,
Inspired by: Inner Beauty Lie on my WattPad poems collection “Moment of Silence” I am closer to forty With one cycle, more Last year I
There is a redbird at my window, looking in at me. Saying son, you’re not the child. You’re not the child you used to be.
Tonight I checked your messages on my phone It feels I was like an eager moron That looks for older passion in the sorrow I
People say you can’t go back in time. So, you need to try to get your ducks in a line. You need to tell people
As I head down the roads of life, I can’t help but wonder if I will get it wrong or right. I know if I
Written by a forgetful, wanting, neglectful, dishevelled human who yearns for good, and is thankful for a more religious, perfect constant. I hope this is
The cream does not always rise, It sinks and swims and struggles, Gurgling and gulping its juices, Straining to breathe and bathe, In the fresh
A bridge a brake an alarm a knife, and a salve. I have been them all - a symbolic life. My function born, connectingstoppingsoundingcutting - In all - meIn time - allIn me - time Yes, naturally, I persisted -
At nighttime I still feel youthe way you favoured one side of my bodynestled up against my sigmoid colon.I laughed at my lopsided belly.I can
I both loathe and love the great; They cheat me by living far longer than I will allow. It means I must come back for
A Poem (Nonet) They call it the most beautiful game And we were there to witness it. The Blue against the Orange, A surprising result
picture, if you will, a box— this will be quite hard to explain— a fairly large one, cardboard-made that more or less could house a
Tick tick tick tick,Tick tick tick tock!Goes the clock,On the wall!Tick tick tick tick,Tick tick tick tock!Never takes stock,Of us all! Tick tick tick tick,Time
Here in my hollow I sleep Alone I have been Hungry I have been Whores Liars Cheaters They all are And I am forgotten They
we come together to create a fiction big enough to live inside (hide inside). we come together and hurl our
I thought that I would never see A fight regarding poetry. Life can venture nothing worse, Than fisticuffs o’er flowing verse. * If poems be
I went to bed with despair in my heart I woke up today with a twinge of fear I sent my son on a bus
I made this video from one of my humorous poems I once wrote, describing how Humpty Dumpty felt about life throughout each of the year’s
You slipped out of my hands like water. Maybe it was because I am used to not having a grip over people and situations that
Staring into the space and thinking that it was really nice to sit down after long hours of work, the man screwed a cigarette into
by author I’m not having a Martha Christmas time. But I’m not much of a Mary either. I’m reminded on a Sunday -Emmanuel- God with
Quiet, quiet, silence…… One cotton ball and the spoon, silence…… Quiet, quiet, silence…… Plastic, the sharp metal stick, silence…… Quiet, quiet, silence…… Teeth in the
Clear, see thru, lightly dressed, what was so special about her that I did not possess? The appearance of a slut, so pleasant for the
Slight touch, higher much, and the love is not the answer, except chances to win increase with the intake dose, and the pose the abuse
A Poem About Moving On Last week I made a wish on you Tried my best to make it come true Saw 11:11 for 3
I think we can learn somethingfrom our namesake geesethe way the strong lift the airfor the weak at the back of the line—their elegant V
I saw you somewhere before. You are like that white female wolf prowling in the glade of snow. Across the frozen lakes, in uneven debris
Unimagined feelings rise from far above, the feeling changes, crosses through the sky like doves, when it’s right next to your throat, nothing is at
The railway here has no station, no tracks or trains in sight the remnants live in extirpation from their prior life. In its place, a
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