in the cold
in the dark
there are no words
only echoes of breath
flakes of dead skin
Poetry - Care less? & No Matter By Lee Cassanell
No matter what you do
No matter who you are,
No matter if you play the fool or even play guitar.
No matter if you talk to trees and they don't answer back,
No matter if your Girlfriend leaves or you don't pot the black,
Poetry - Eros a Rose By M.D. Tasker
TONGUE TO TOOTHBACK
TIP OVER RIDGES TO SMOOTHNESS
TONGUE AND TOOTHBACK
Poetry - A Dead Dove, With A Number and Two Lives With One Rejection By Mackenzie Cale
Every breath you take catches in my skin
Lifting startled hairs, ghosting like a forgotten truth
Blissful in its simplicity.
Every startled gasp is a call
In a language I'm sure only I understand
Poetry - When all of You are Dead and Gone
By John Crooks, MRCVS, Beverley.
When all of you are dead and gone
They'll still tell tales of Immobilon Don
So settle down - fill your glasses, of course
And I'll tell you the tale of the unlucky horse.
Everyone was helpless, the owner upset
No one could catch it, not even the vet
Poetry - Averse to Hull. By Anthea
In native tongue,
You hear the sound.
No vowel so round.
Aint no drop't aitch,
At you we hurl.
Our sacred river, 's known as ULL.
Poetry - Never to Last and Reality. By Amy, 16
The tears which have been shed.
The plates which have been broken.
The time has now come,
For the vows to be unspoken.
Lets go back in time.
Back to the church.
Find the book of divorce.
Poetry - Lady of the Night. By Anthea
Stockings of finest Shantung Silk
May keep your legs from cold,
But heed not the bitter pill:
You know that you were sold.
>From waterfront to back-street,
>From Kowloon to Timbuktu,
When into the shadows dart my eyes
Poetry - A Satire of Carol Ann Duffy's Valentine By Jason Karlson
Not a cabbage or a radish
I give you a banana
It is a tasty snack wrapped in yellow skin
It promises nutrition
Like the opening of a box of weetabix
Poetry - Abortion. By Amy, 16
The day that she told me,
Came as quite a shock,
She didn't want the baby,
Both our worlds had quickly stopped.
She hadn't told her parents,
Nor her sister or her brother,
Poetry - She Stands Framed, Duality and Undulating Pulses .. By MD Tasker
EBBS EDDYS WHIRLS TIDES
FLUX AND FLOW, SEASONAL GLORIOUS RIDE
ATOM THUMP ELECTRON BUMPING
LEAF FALLING SUN STOPPING
Poetry - You can take the boy out of the council estate... By Lee Cassanell
Pass me a chocolate,
Make mine a tea.
Eyes on the tele
Plate on your knee.
Kids in the garden
Shirts in the wash
Caring if Beckhams cheating on Posh.
- Somebody and Pictures at an Auction By Maurice Fairfield.
Somebody sentenced me to life some time ago.
For something I can't remember doing.
Now as my sentence dwindles to its close,
Freedom no longer pulls me as it did.
My cell though cramped, is cosy,
And the meals arrive on time.
Also, I have grown used to them.
I have some cell-mates.
Poetry - The Nurses Visit By Nadie.
My voice is lost,
no-one hears me.
tearing out my heart,
middle aged ladies,
'where did you buy these cushions?'
I'm dying inside,