all of us crammed in
like last minute revision.
As I hurtle towards my destination,
I'm surrounded by
people with headphones stuffed
into their ears to block
out the noise,
all staring at a fixed point
on the floor
trying not to meet anyone's gaze;
desperately trying not to acknowledge
desperately trying to shut the world
All of these people trying to be
and I have to fight the urge
to laugh in everyone's face.
And as I try to stifle a grin,
I look up
and I see her.
I see her
caramel skin and
milk chocolate hair,
I see her
arms folded across a canary yellow top
I see her
legs emerge from her skirt
like a run of good luck.
And she sees me.
She looks me in the eye
and she sees me
and she smiles back
and for a moment
both sensing the absurdity
of the situation,
sharing it like a private joke.
And in that moment
I want her
so much -
and in that moment
I would give anything
in the world
to be near her,
because she isn't afraid
and her smile reminds me that
As I approach my stop
I get up and take a final look
before I leave,
let her crystallise
in my mind
and become a memory,
a reminder that
in the space within the gaps
between us all
there's still enough room
for a little bit of hope.
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Poetry - Here For A Purpose? By Chris Dawber
I'm the Unknown Warrior,
A man, with dubious fame.
I lie here, as a symbol,
But no-one knows my name.
But remember, I was a person,
I lived, I breathed, I swore,
A typical, frightened Tommie,
One more victim of your war.
Poetry - A Sea By Another Name By Lin Whitehouse
I always wanted to live by the sea
to watch the waves licking, tickling the shore,
the ebb and flow smoothing sharp angles of discarded glass,
worthless jewels, strewn among the flotsam.
I always wanted to observe the ever changing
colours of the seasons. On windy days
Poetry - High Street Musical By Joe Hakim
follow the flock
shop until you drop
in residential areas you
must leave quietly
or shred your integrity with
a touch of fantasy
lose yourself in a pharmacy
Poetry - Burma By Nick Boldock
Corpses float in bloated rivers
From which children take the only water they can get
Infested with death and disease, they drink it in
Desperate and hungry and with nowhere else to go.
Shanty towns spring up in nowhere lands,
Made by the hands of dying Burmese,
Poetry - Song for Anna By Laura Fry
I first met you in our student house in '93
You seemed to be as quiet as a mouse
Unknown to me when we all learned the Italian for 'it's cold'
That day a lifelong friendship would unfold
You were to marry your childhood boyfriend; it all seemed so sweet
Poetry - Ferriby Foreshore, February Afternoon 2005 By Terry Ireland
The river was calm this afternoon with a low sun
Casting a mile wide buttery playing field dotted
With the white of drifting clouds moving slowly
Across the yellow: to my left rising up I spotted
Two pairs of mallard flying line astern past me,
Splitting into two pairs each to go their own ways.
Poetry - What Have We Done? By The Lazyswede
Solitude echoes through the dark twisted branches of and old wind swept Oak tree.
And an old owl hoots, its lonesome wail drifting endlessly across the wide-open spaces between the forever-dwindling trees of our forests.
While the common earth worm is afraid to come to the surface in case the ever
Poetry - The Boxer By Chris Dawber
This is a tale that's hard to tell,
Of a man who won and one who fell,
Fifteen rounds of blood and sweat,
They'll always talk of when they met,
Introducing Jim Vandon,
He's defending champion,
Never known to lose a fight,
Poetry - Tigers, Tigers Burning Bright By Joe Hakim Tigers Return Gallery by Matt Rudd
They say pride comes before a fall
but when our backs are against the wall
we have the strength to pull us through.
At the end of the M62
but at the beginning of our prime,
this is our moment, this is our time,
into the light from out of the dark,
from Hessle Road to Orchard Park,
Poetry - Common Blue By Mike Watts
It was surrounded
By wild flowers
Painted- miss perpetual motion
That we flaunted
In the gentlest manner -
Sharing, (as I slipped
Poetry - A Smoke and a Lady By Lee Cassanell
Two glasses of baileys
and a liquor I cannot pronounce
We sat in the Kitchen
while others were sleeping
somewhere at the back of the house.
It all seemed familiar
She poured a tall vodka
Poetry - Sewage Farm and Ash By Manuro
Trees are more patient
Than you or I
They wait around
While we all die
They give us fruit
And shade and wood
That we use to make coffins
Poetry - Broke Beyond Repair By Paul England
I can't find the words
to touch the streets today
life is all messed up
and Britain's lost it's way
As the violence escalates
I've heard their point of view
Cherie you're a joke
Poetry - Unfinished (republished With audio MP3 download) By Laurenceaux
Your sickness is inside of you
trapped within your head,
distraught with insecurities,
are signs I always dread.
With childish eyes - implicit faith
to me you'd run in pain,
Poetry - Karma Bonfire By Joe Hakim
I wanted to be alone
so I disconnected the phone
switched off the TV
because I didn't want to see
the blood flow
shredded all my clothes
Poetry - Cool Hand Luke By Del Abe Jones.
Paul Leonard Newman
January 26 1925; September 26 2008 He was a quiet, private, Man
But, a giant, amongst the stars
A philanthropist to millions
And owned and drove racecars.
He was a producer and director
And an actor, beyond, compare
Poetry - Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here, Stop Crying. By Danny James Archer
A warm tear falls down your pale white cheek.
I love you bewildering eyes,
your scared expression.
'don't be afraid, I'm here, stop crying.'
The night grows purple,
the trees are listening.
Poetry - Freak By Daphne Liver
You should be a painter
You should be an artist
You should get a full time job
As a chemist.
As an electrician
You're a genius.
You need to write full-time.
Poetry - Accident Prone By Joe Hakim
I walk straight into
which makes it hurt so much
I ignore the signs,
the warnings -
Poetry - Memories Of Sand By Lee Cassanell
I once was a soldier
A killer of men
With a gun in my hand
And a prayer on my breath
I was Gods tool of torture
His puppet of pain
Poetry - Peace Or War? By Del Abe Jones.
Yet, another year has passed by
Since, those terrorists struck our Land
Even, after all this time gone by
Still hard, to comprehend or understand.
How can a person hate so much
And be so blinded, by their belief
Poetry - Year To The Day By Mike Watts
When salt slides
Down your skin
When your eyes
Are raspberry red
When your heart's
A fist in your throat
When a memory
Poetry - The Long Walk By Jazminn
The manuscripts lie there
And I cry
For my favourite pieces
How will I explain?
Blood drips slowly
And joins the mud below
Poetry - Still By John Stobart
Away, not here,
She flew the nest
Gone like the morning dew
Return not imminent
Scent in the air
Memories harsh of you
Poetry - Mr Mist Her By Laurenceaux
Mr standard deviant
Mr mean root squared,
Poetry - The Principles of Paranoia By Joe Hakim
My spider-sense is tingling,
there's a glitch in the Matrix,
a disturbance in the Force,
a sickening twist in my gut
something is wrong.Read more...
Poetry - Burning With Desire By Paul England
This who I am
I don't care what people think
my heads a fucking mess
cos crazy killed my shrink
so I wrote about my life
to get shit off my chest