Archive for ‘Poetry’

February 21, 2017


by mkvecchitto


Could it be that the sum of twisted experiences

culminate in the ultimate self-sacrifice?

When cords, those tenuous threads, that tie

reality and perception together


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February 21, 2017

The flower tree

by Jem Croucher


Overlooking Falmer
we found a flower tree
High on top of Sussex Hill
quite unexpectedly

February 21, 2017

the last match

by S Francis

in my hand
i hold a match
the last match
from the box
dare me to light it
see what will burn
your soft lips
surround my dare
contain the fire
inside and invite
residual heat

February 21, 2017


by scatterednotebooks

Awkward, accusatory and dooming,
Lie the letters, staring, glaring.
Painfully pointing fingers, from the fatal
Hand of society, chip away the self.
After all is said and done, this is it.
Bad, no good, shame, hurt, no belief;
Even the dog looks ashamed. The teacher,
The stupid letters, stupid, fortunate letters.

L. Rose

February 20, 2017

A “Bad Cop, Worst Cop” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

“Shame, Fame, Shmame – what’s the difference?

I was watching news commentary about V.P. Pence’s trip to Europe and his message to NATO. The Vice President had a different message for NATO than what they had been hearing from President Trump when he was campaigning. The question came up as to whom we should believe when Trump says one thing and someone speaking on his behalf says another thing. The commentator suggested that this may be the Trump administration using the old business strategy of “good cop, bad cop” and he remarked that Trump may be a bad actor and type cast the bad cop, but he is good at it…..He’s as good as Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada…..And it led to this………

February 20, 2017

What Type of Wall

by graypoet



At one time or another we all put up walls around our heart
Maybe to protect what we feel we have with a special one
Perhaps it is to shield from pain we feel headed our way
Think what type of wall do you have when you are done.

February 20, 2017

Shadow Play

by Jem Croucher


It followed me from Brighton
up to the South Downs Way
staying well behind me
but close enough, I’d say
I know that it was with me
though when e’er I turned around
it always made itself quite scarce
as no trace of it I found

February 20, 2017

Seattle Sunshine

by A. Marie

Rail Punk tells me
Jimi Hendrix killed Kurt Cobain.

Ballard is a gentrified oasis,
where Shiba Inus relax in coffee houses
dining vegan and gluten-free.

I saw a BMW rolling down Aurora Avenue
while a man pushing his life in a grocery cart
crossed the street. I had a thought
but lost it, as the traffic light turned red
and I realized I’d missed my chance.

February 20, 2017

Pretty Everlasting

by S Francis

She loves me.

Bellis Perennis

She loves me not.

Day’s Eye

She loves me.

Mary’s Rose

She loves me,


February 19, 2017

Adding from one to ten in the country

by Colly


I see a frog,

He hops on a log.

His eyes are big.

His skin is clammy.

February 19, 2017

Poem of the day – Trapped in Schism

by paturnerlee

Trapped in Schism


Secret held in clever folding paper sleeves

Only skin deep perception

February 19, 2017

Dreaming of Tulips

by Colly


To my chagrin, winter’s not over yet…

And to welcome the day heavy white


February 19, 2017

A long walk to the pub

by Jem Croucher


We went on a long walk to Lewes
Along the old Drovers way
Following the ancient Trail of Juggs
on a wonderful sunny day

February 19, 2017


by dokurtybitz

For her I dance,
Spinning and cavorting
Listening to the music
She creates in my heart
And loins,

February 18, 2017

Channeling Calliope

by mkvecchitto


When once solid ground shifts beneath my feet

I search for solace in all I‘ve known before

Capricious sacrifice, blood and ink compete

Raw emotions rage, unrelenting mentor

February 18, 2017

Stealing Lily

by S Francis

I steal my kiss back
and give it to you
take it keep it
plant it drop it
into the deep blue sea
do we trust
this waterfall
its pool below
deep enough
to swallow us

February 18, 2017

Poem of the Day – Diesel Drapes

by paturnerlee


Diesel Drapes


Hanging in stains, flecked with golden thread.

Dead to the world, a tapping

A symbol of time!

Chiming, a drop in the ocean

A notion frozen in crystals of tears.

February 18, 2017

A Country Home

by Colly


This winter’s morn white mist shields

the glen and country lane.

February 18, 2017


by John S

The picket fence between me
and the road blends and
culminates with symmetry of

February 18, 2017

A “Standup Comedy Blocking Dummy?” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

The above link is to a Twitter post by former Secretary of Labor, Robert Reich. The post is a conversation between him and a former GOP congressman –

“I spoke w/ my friend, a former GOP congressman, who’s as worried as I am about Trump’s mental state & potential ties to Russian operatives.”

What then follows is a script of the dialogue. The former GOP congressman asserts that the Republicans are waiting for him to implode, but before he does, they are using his reality television behavior and White House circus as a smoke screen so they can ram through as much of their agenda as they can without that becoming a focal point of the media who is now hanging on Trump’s every word and act. After I read the script….it led to this….

February 18, 2017

God is…

by 50djohnson


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When the storm clouds are all around me, and there seems no place to hide

My soul cries out to Jehovah God and I reach deep down inside.

For it is deep inside my soul I find provision everlasting

Knowing Jehovah Jireh is always ready to provide.

February 17, 2017

Love: It is called!

by Tanya

Your sleep deprived eyes.
Your love-filled smile.

for just a smile,
I went on to keep
you waiting for a long time

February 17, 2017

Best day for poets corner

by Harry

14th Feb was poets corner best ever day for views with 822 views marvellous.

And it’s all down to the hard work that the authors put into poets corner.

Thank you all.

February 17, 2017

The Most Beautiful Flower

by markfahmy


Once I thought,
that the most beautiful flower
grows in the middle of fields.
And among the lush green,
she sways and dances with the breeze.

February 17, 2017

Afternoon delight

by Jem Croucher


Stained glass caught it streaming through
Late afternoon delight
The warmth, the sudden comfort
of this winter pale sunlight

February 17, 2017

A “Festivus Press Conference” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

After watching todays Press conference that was as much improv as it was impromptu, I watched the post-Press conference analysis on CNN, Trump’s arch enemy. I heard Jake Trapper, a CNN political analyst include this in his statement -“But then instead of focusing on his accomplishments and offering an optimistic, positive view of what he’s doing for this country, it was an airing of grievances. It was Festivus.” A presidential press conference was compared to an episode of a sitcom. There is nothing comical about this situation….but it did lead to this…..

February 16, 2017

A “Let’s Get Along?” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

I am mesmerized by what I am watching on television every day. I’ve never seen anything like this before and it is hard for me to take my eyes off of it. It unfolds like fiction or a movie, but it is all too real. I just heard 45 say that none of his predecessors engaged the Russians in a positive friendly manner and “look how that’s worked out.” The last time I checked America is still The Land Of The Free. I don’t think 45 has really assessed the risk.

February 16, 2017

“with grace”

by Harry

Submitted by Anonymous


i closed my eyes at twelve
woke up by an electroshock at one
dressed myself up with my eyes half-closed
pausing every once in awhile
to feel my heart.
it’s become a necessity –feeling my heart,
because nothing here is realer than this.
My heart’s in time.
Still in time.