February 16, 2024
by thereluctantpoet
photo by Frank McKenna via Unsplash
BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM
AN OLD FASHIONED WOMAN WHO USED NEEDLE AND THREAD
read more »
Posted in chuck, Poetry |
Leave a Comment »
January 16, 2019
by Jem Croucher
I went walking on a hilltop
though I wasn’t really there
And then I was beside the sea
with toes in water bare
I went climbing on a mountain
though it was I think a dream
As really I was looking back
at places I had been
read more »
Posted in Jeremy, Photos, Poetry |
Leave a Comment »
January 13, 2019
by John S
I sit at the side of an aging Christmas tree,
its lights still glittering, the ornaments of memory
and seasonal delight put away since yesterday.
read more »
Posted in John.S, Poetry |
Leave a Comment »
April 14, 2018
by John S
It’s at times like this,
when morning slides across in its straw-yellow light –
that I am slow enticed to rise
and invite the day into my life.
read more »
Posted in John.S, Poetry |
3 Comments »
February 16, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
photo by Frank McKenna via Unsplash
BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM
AN OLD FASHIONED WOMAN WHO USED NEEDLE AND THREAD
read more »
Posted in chuck, Poetry |
Leave a Comment »
February 11, 2018
by Megha's World
“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
― Robert Browning
Hidden between the pages
of my favorite book
or lying
as crushed petals
between those folds
scenting and filling up
my senses
will all the nostalgia
all the days and nights
there have been
and many more
read more »
Posted in Megha, Poetry |
Leave a Comment »
April 18, 2017
by braveandrecklessblog
she had moved many times in her life
not unexpectedly
some belongings became lost
were left behind
inadvertantly
or on purpose
when they caused her pain
read more »
Posted in Christine.R., Poetry |
3 Comments »
December 3, 2016
by John S
Dear Celia,
The weather has turned again, with its gray entrenchments.
read more »
Posted in John.S, Poetry |
Leave a Comment »
October 3, 2016
by Miriam Hurdle
Once in awhile, I have an urge of
Going home to see my parents.
I shook my head hard for a few seconds,
Remembering that they were gone to heaven.
read more »
Posted in Miriam, Poetry |
Leave a Comment »
October 5, 2015
by Georgia
Travelling
streaking through the night
the train came from the dark
read more »
Posted in Georgia, Photos, Poetry |
2 Comments »
June 10, 2015
by Jem Croucher
The festival is over
The music’s faded for a while
But thirty thousand wrists
have a memory for a smile
read more »
Posted in Jeremy, Photos, Poetry |
2 Comments »
May 29, 2015
by Jem Croucher
Caught the train as usual
but travelled back in time
The years slipped by like miles
along the Horsham line
The steeped and cut embankment
rebuilt and clear again
As clattering past the Shoreham points
sped my old steam train
read more »
Posted in Jeremy, Photos, Poetry |
2 Comments »
August 12, 2014
by Tiffany Layne
Posted in Poetry, Tiffany |
3 Comments »
February 25, 2014
by Devina
(The sky at 5:30 this morning, or somewhere thereabouts)
Skipping over puddles,
They vibrated with our giggles
Slam dunks in waste baskets
Crunchy sound of wheels on gravel,
On a cold wind blown night
A stare-down with the freelance tomcat
Occupied rainy days
read more »
Posted in Devina, Poetry |
3 Comments »
January 3, 2014
by soad88
Heartstrings blow towards sweet memories;
Draining thoughts cloud judgment;
Old rains sprout new beginnings.
0.000000
0.000000
Posted in Poetry, Soad88 |
5 Comments »
March 10, 2013
by tjtherien
Is Friendship more than common history?
What is this connection of feelings fond?
Nostalgia and sentimentality
Altruistic goodwill behind the bond
Is it just an act, just another mask?
Are we bit role actors playing our part?
What is too much of amity to ask?
read more »
Posted in Poetry, TJ Therien |
4 Comments »
September 29, 2012
by TarekOfCairo
In a leather bound elegance
proudly they declare
“We will make you feel at home” …
And I say …
It ain’t the tiniest bit like home..
Not with these incredible pillows
Or these milky creamy soaps
Frantically leathery slippery
Like all dashing hopes ..
And the diminutively bottled
fragrant shampoos, creams, gels …
Blah.. blah.. blah…..
With the narrow necks..
read more »
Posted in Humour poetry, Poetry, Tarek |
1 Comment »