I sat and studied your words.
Was told what you meant
by a stranger to you
and I took it as proof
that the saying was true
about the pen above the sword,
and men with books will be adored
over those with looks alone.
I read your timing
and watched your grammar.
Picked my favourite from the rest
and backed it up with reasons
that give birth to a graded alphabet.
Excused with time
I took you home with me
like a pebble embedded in my shoe,
and now you sit in silence
surrounded by the sounds
of pens still scribbling
the breath from lungs still working
on a dusty shelf,
jam packed with strangers words
I gave good money to possess,
and you, a stolen artifact of history
I never spent a penny on
who's words are as dear to me.
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Once Bitten, Twice You Die! By Bronwyn Ellis
It'll be fine,
He said with drink in hand,
As his silent mousy lover,
Looked helpless at her man,
And as he contemplated where to sip another beer,
His misses wondered if tomorrow she would still be here. Read more...
Poetry Bring It On! By Mike Watts
I cracked open
Sent them sliding
Across the pan
Then I began to butter
Some bread cakes
To the left of me
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Pigeon By Terry Ireland
I am one of the pigeons that live on wilberforce's head
which in pigeon meritocracy puts me near the top
between those on the city and guildhalls
and those on the better type of shop.
I got this position by birthright
we've been here since 19 and 10
in spite of attempts to remove us
Poetry - Somewhere In Between By Jody McKenna
In the darkness of the room
I feel the melancholy gloom.
I'm just a loner in a tomb
Making a bold step on the moon
But no-one gets me.
Whereas, the light beneath the sun
That makes the rest of us become
The mundane workers on a run
Poetry Larkin 25 - Scatter Me (for TFG) By Pamela Scobie
Oh, scatter me over the umber Humber
Under a hurrying sky,
On a dark day in December
Or a turbulent July.
For longer than I can remember
I've been preparing to die.
I want to go back to wherever it was
I came from in 'forty-nine.
Poetry Unblinking Moon By John Horsley
There are tears in the eyes of the man in the moon
For he fears he may lose his loved one soon -
She is Earth, his only friend in space,
And for millions of years he has looked on her face.
How plain and ordinary he feels
As round Earth's horizons the sunrise steals,
And floods his beloved in dazzling light Read more...
Poetry M.S By Charlotte Bartle
It was your smile
I noticed first,
Drawing me in
To unchartered territory -
Unknown to not only me,
But I think
To you as well.
I said Read more...
Poetry - The Liver Poem By Joe Hakim
C'mon mate, why do you treat me so bad?
I mean, look at the state of you, how many have you had?
And what's the plan tonight - ten pints, twenty fags, a kebab?
If you keep this up, we'll both end up in rehab.
Why are you being like this? We're supposed to be friends,
I'm one of the things on which your life depends, Read more...
Poetry - Hull By Laurenceaux.
Hull is not a rat-race.
Hull is a nice place.
Hull is not chav-town
Hull has thrice a crown:
a king's town.
Kingston Upon Hull;
full or Tigers, Robins and Airlie birds,
Poetry - I Love You in that Jumper By Catherine Scott
I love you in that jumper
The fitting is just right
It's not too long and it's not too tight
And the colour's not too bright.
I love you in that jumper
You look so snug and huggable
So gorgeous, warm and lovable
Poetry - Dandelion Wins! By Cathie McCarthy
I, the dandelion
Blowing in the gentle winds
Cascading on the spring air
Finding pastures new
Settled on April's wet soil
Waiting to start anew Read more...
Poetry - Matriarchy, or Suitable Male Heir Lacking By Ruth
Just a girl
running home after school.
Bounding up stairs in sensible shoes.
Be seen and not heard!
Wrestling Elders' expectations;
Not comprehending 'cultivation'. Read more...
Poetry A Yellow Ball By Mike Watts
Kneeling beside him
On the tiled floor,
My throat tightened.
This was it.
I buried my face
Into his neck.
That smell -
Old, arthritic loyalty:
Poetry - Dying Forests By Dayne Coyne
No life upon it
There are no futures for this world
Poetry - Lining Rhymes in Hell By Paul England
Back in 96
damn I lost my head
shit I fell apart
when I found a brother dead
Friends they sold me out
while fools they sold me short
well tell them fools I'm back
cos the devil won't be taught Read more...
Poetry Larkin 25 -The Hands of Time By Malcolm Wilson Bucknall
Etched and wrinkled by the winds,
Tormenting as they drift.
Elements of time have scarred
Faces of granite cliffs.
Whipped and lashed by angry crests
That leap up from the sea,
Faces of gaunt granite rocks
Grimace their misery. Read more...
Poetry Squid By Christy Hall
The hook still snagged in its alien-like gob,
I gut the squid, slob, laid to rest:
a rubbery slab, quick-death, done-job.
A squabble of tentacles, its own busy head crest.
Arrow-shaped head cut from hood cavity.
Next the beak, squid-man incommunicado.
His sea-words and song left to me, Read more...