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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
A Lullaby in January or A Portrait of Sisterhood
I’m in first grade and the bus drops me off at the bottom of our steep driveway. Jamie waits for me at the top. She has forgotten her house key in her locker at school.
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
Jamie...
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
Jamie...
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
#drugs
#family
#sister
80 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 1:03am
Today 1:03am
2 am
go to bed,
you’ve got to be up early
in the morning
I’ll be tired,
whatever
you said
you’ve got to be up early
in the morning
I’ll be tired,
whatever
you said
#sleep
16 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 00:33am
Today 00:33am
another winter
the house was cold;
since I’d retired I'd spent
most of my time in the house,
I was used to the cold
was particularly bad this
year, but perhaps, being old ..
I don’t know where the
time goes, or went, I fear
since I’d retired I'd spent
most of my time in the house,
I was used to the cold
was particularly bad this
year, but perhaps, being old ..
I don’t know where the
time goes, or went, I fear
#winter
23 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:47pm
Yesterday 10:47pm
I wouldn't say Suicidal but January Challenges One ...
The gloom
Early sunset
Cold earth
Waiting
Just waiting
For what you ask
You know
For a reason to believe
For one warmer day to tease us
For anything
A laugh
A smile
An embrace....
Early sunset
Cold earth
Waiting
Just waiting
For what you ask
You know
For a reason to believe
For one warmer day to tease us
For anything
A laugh
A smile
An embrace....
#winter
46 reads
16 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:35pm
Yesterday 7:35pm
Full Moon Silverlight
The pearl full moon floats in a star pricked sea,
casting upon the ocean's swell
a crystal chipped path
ripples of rocky reflected light
born of the sun that gilds my beloved’s face
in the land where she resides,
far beyond my sunset.
I cannot, in this dusty reflection,
chase her hot shadow,
but silverlight blends
with my eventide shade
and I dance on the shoreline,
stepping with the pearled ribbons
that lace and purl the briny ruffles.
The sea breeze,
another finger of the zephyr’s hand
that twines...
casting upon the ocean's swell
a crystal chipped path
ripples of rocky reflected light
born of the sun that gilds my beloved’s face
in the land where she resides,
far beyond my sunset.
I cannot, in this dusty reflection,
chase her hot shadow,
but silverlight blends
with my eventide shade
and I dance on the shoreline,
stepping with the pearled ribbons
that lace and purl the briny ruffles.
The sea breeze,
another finger of the zephyr’s hand
that twines...
#ForbiddenLove
#romantic
33 reads
4 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:29pm
Yesterday 3:29pm
Haters of the Truth
You commend the poet with flattery when you agree with what he writes,
But you make disdainful comments when you disagree with his work.
You challenge his writing because you have bad intentions towards him.
Furthermore, you raise nonsensical points to anger and entrap the writer.
The poet would rather not have conversations with evil-minded people.
On many occasions, you dissent to the views of the poet and create confusions.
You deliberately misrepresent the poet’s arguments to mislead the readers.
The people who oppose the work of the poet are...
But you make disdainful comments when you disagree with his work.
You challenge his writing because you have bad intentions towards him.
Furthermore, you raise nonsensical points to anger and entrap the writer.
The poet would rather not have conversations with evil-minded people.
On many occasions, you dissent to the views of the poet and create confusions.
You deliberately misrepresent the poet’s arguments to mislead the readers.
The people who oppose the work of the poet are...
#anger
#hate
#money
#murder
#racism
16 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:59pm
Yesterday 12:59pm
The Last Evil
Hope, the final shard of the box, remained,
Not a blessing, but a quiet tether,
Binding the will, a silken chain unseen,
Whispering promises through hollow winds,
The evils now roam free, clawing the earth,
And still, they hold to what was left inside.
Inside, they hold to what was left,
The earth clawing free evils now roam,
Through hollow winds, whispering promises,
A silken chain unseen, binding the will,
Not a blessing, but a quiet tether—
Hope, the final shard of the box, remained.
The box of Hope, remained...
Not a blessing, but a quiet tether,
Binding the will, a silken chain unseen,
Whispering promises through hollow winds,
The evils now roam free, clawing the earth,
And still, they hold to what was left inside.
Inside, they hold to what was left,
The earth clawing free evils now roam,
Through hollow winds, whispering promises,
A silken chain unseen, binding the will,
Not a blessing, but a quiet tether—
Hope, the final shard of the box, remained.
The box of Hope, remained...
#mythology
#TruthOfLife
15 reads
0 Comments
84tabby
Sky99
Sky99
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:35am
Yesterday 5:35am
The storm
My life was once perfect, a dream come true,
Wrapped in warmth, like morning light breaking through.
But then came CPS, like a storm in the night,
Unleashing a tempest, dimming my light.
Demolishing the haven where memories grew,
Tearing through my soul, leaving shadows askew.
Half dead with despair, a heart in disarray,
Each piece of my laughter, now drifting away.
The smiles that once danced in the corners of rooms,
Have faded to whispers, choked by the gloom.
No more laughter, no more joy, just...
Wrapped in warmth, like morning light breaking through.
But then came CPS, like a storm in the night,
Unleashing a tempest, dimming my light.
Demolishing the haven where memories grew,
Tearing through my soul, leaving shadows askew.
Half dead with despair, a heart in disarray,
Each piece of my laughter, now drifting away.
The smiles that once danced in the corners of rooms,
Have faded to whispers, choked by the gloom.
No more laughter, no more joy, just...
#grief
#heartbroken
#memories
#motherhood
#sadness
22 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:27am
Yesterday 1:27am
and why is it
there are loads of tins
of spam in the supermarket,
I can’t be the only one
who buys it
of spam in the supermarket,
I can’t be the only one
who buys it
#food
49 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:47am
Yesterday 00:47am
I dunno
you plug it in & it
doesn’t come on I’m
flummoxed
get a bloke in
doesn’t come on I’m
flummoxed
get a bloke in
#unicorns
43 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 9:24pm
13th Jan 2025 9:24pm
Serpent Coil
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
A dagger gleams before my eye,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The witches chant their eldritch prayer,
The cauldron bubbles, vapors rise
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
"Out, brief candle!" Life laid bare,
A shadow struts, its hour nigh,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The stars retreat, their fires rare,
Desires burn where secrets lie
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
In thunder, lightning, poisoned air,
Ambition bids the...
A dagger gleams before my eye,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The witches chant their eldritch prayer,
The cauldron bubbles, vapors rise
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
"Out, brief candle!" Life laid bare,
A shadow struts, its hour nigh,
The serpent coils beneath the flower's care.
The stars retreat, their fires rare,
Desires burn where secrets lie
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
In thunder, lightning, poisoned air,
Ambition bids the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
16 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 7:03pm
13th Jan 2025 7:03pm
Lucio Fulci
Italian director Lucio Fulci,
began his career during the 1950's
By the early 1970's, Giallo thrillers,
mysterious shockers, who is the killer?
A Lizard in Woman's Skin
Sette Note in Nero
Don't Torture a Duckling
Sella d'argento
1979 the maestro switched to gore,
Zombi was graphic, the audience wanted more
Paura nella città dei morti viventi
L'aldilà
Quella villa accanto al cimitero
The Gates of Hell Trilogy
Fulci's finest hour
executed with brilliancy
Lo squartatore di New York ...
began his career during the 1950's
By the early 1970's, Giallo thrillers,
mysterious shockers, who is the killer?
A Lizard in Woman's Skin
Sette Note in Nero
Don't Torture a Duckling
Sella d'argento
1979 the maestro switched to gore,
Zombi was graphic, the audience wanted more
Paura nella città dei morti viventi
L'aldilà
Quella villa accanto al cimitero
The Gates of Hell Trilogy
Fulci's finest hour
executed with brilliancy
Lo squartatore di New York ...
#admiration
#horror
#nonfiction
#PopCulture
#respect
57 reads
10 Comments
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