Submissions by Hatful-of-Hollow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
Vodka
Dulling lights of Soho’s Vodka Bar
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
#alcohol
#hope
52 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2025 12:54pm
20th Mar 2025 12:54pm
Post tenebras lux
Delicious seclusion lying beside the lighthouse
eye-swimming in crusted compass of the seas,
talking about the weather until Idaho vowels closed my mouth
Marlboro lips curled semaphore smoke
and me and my heart, we just knew
Tightrope of lips
taut between our loyal space
and wall cracks where only rain survives
eye-swimming in crusted compass of the seas,
talking about the weather until Idaho vowels closed my mouth
Marlboro lips curled semaphore smoke
and me and my heart, we just knew
Tightrope of lips
taut between our loyal space
and wall cracks where only rain survives
#faith
#hope
#love
46 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2025 6:21pm
17th Mar 2025 6:21pm
The Girl from Durban
It should have been the way she shuffled uncomfortably
on the Tube seat when a black lady sat next to her
or how she only spoke Afrikaans in the bedroom
it should have been ……
third finger, left hand
exposed her knuckles
to double-barrelled lipsticks
heir loomed in her handbag
kiss the earth and taste the blood
of apartheid shot guns which didn’t involve race
another Sunday morning blow job
dick limper than stale croissant
rimmed the space between lust and obligation,
her jaw creaked...
on the Tube seat when a black lady sat next to her
or how she only spoke Afrikaans in the bedroom
it should have been ……
third finger, left hand
exposed her knuckles
to double-barrelled lipsticks
heir loomed in her handbag
kiss the earth and taste the blood
of apartheid shot guns which didn’t involve race
another Sunday morning blow job
dick limper than stale croissant
rimmed the space between lust and obligation,
her jaw creaked...
#relationships
53 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
17th Mar 2025 2:27pm
the midday sun burns brightest, but the midnight sun burns longest
vizmidday
#identity
56 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 11:35am
15th Mar 2025 11:35am
Hiraeth
Bore dda, canol nos,
fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
a oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
i’r cerddoriaeth,
or ein glaw,
ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
fel y mae’n rhaid
fu aderyn llyncu yn nythu bas,
yn fy breuddwyd synhwysus haf,
mae aer ystafell gwelu yn troi mewn I aderyn,
adenydd yn sbilsen inc i mewn i waliau,
a oedd capel unwaith
Da ni’n cysgu ein ffordd yn ol,
i’r cerddoriaeth,
or ein glaw,
ac ein tirlun ‘di torri
Mae’r cyfdydd yn wisgo hanes drosodd ei briwiau,
gwyntau agored yn ysgwyd y tŷ,
budd ein balchder yn gwysgo llywiau newydd,
fel y mae’n rhaid
#heartbroken
#love
66 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Without Music the World Dies
Each Auld Lang Sin
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
#death
#hope
#music #nostalgia
#music #nostalgia
80 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2025 12:14pm
9th Mar 2025 12:14pm
Carry On dot.com Sitcom
Skinstorm of scripts
written upon Wi-Fi wrists,
ever the moon is vowel shaped
Wide to receive
from another lonely hand,
as roadkill waiting to be shovelled
earthed into the ground
Who will chalk around cursors
at love-crime cyber scene?
Something is squeezing your skull
Surfing Transmitted Disease,
tinder sticks smoulder desire
before rain retreats to the sky
& reality nothing more than a drunk emoji
Post mortem modem
threads bone though keyboards,
no ghosts in the machine
only...
written upon Wi-Fi wrists,
ever the moon is vowel shaped
Wide to receive
from another lonely hand,
as roadkill waiting to be shovelled
earthed into the ground
Who will chalk around cursors
at love-crime cyber scene?
Something is squeezing your skull
Surfing Transmitted Disease,
tinder sticks smoulder desire
before rain retreats to the sky
& reality nothing more than a drunk emoji
Post mortem modem
threads bone though keyboards,
no ghosts in the machine
only...
#technology
#universe
75 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
Sail Your Kites into Deadlands
viz kites
#unicorns
80 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 1:18pm
25th Feb 2025 1:18pm
The Ship Song
The harbour lights
cast pearl strings into the ocean.
The Irish Sea had never looked so beautiful.
Streetlights stood erect
waiting to trace footsteps
of the lonely walkers
And we walked
Shared our deepest secrets
buried our songs in sand as a coffin jukebox
And now,
the ships heave silence
carrying cargo of whispering corpses
Go and place fuel on the moon
let the inferno trade eternity for one last embrace,
caressing our skins
with something worse than death.
cast pearl strings into the ocean.
The Irish Sea had never looked so beautiful.
Streetlights stood erect
waiting to trace footsteps
of the lonely walkers
And we walked
Shared our deepest secrets
buried our songs in sand as a coffin jukebox
And now,
the ships heave silence
carrying cargo of whispering corpses
Go and place fuel on the moon
let the inferno trade eternity for one last embrace,
caressing our skins
with something worse than death.
#love
95 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 9:50pm
24th Feb 2025 9:50pm
Shorts from the Supermarket Morgue
Train Window People
If you miss the last train
on the darkest night,
please miss it running
No empty seats for me
‘cos even empty seats need company.
It’s not just rain which falls down windows.
It’s an Astronaut, not an Angel
Prayed at midnight on the park bench
hoping my eyes would open to
your vision in the sky
The moon hung heavy
as cataracts in a blind man.
Was it Jesus, dressed as a junkie,
who stole my sight?
Bicycle Ride to Cemetery Gates
Laid my heart upon so...
If you miss the last train
on the darkest night,
please miss it running
No empty seats for me
‘cos even empty seats need company.
It’s not just rain which falls down windows.
It’s an Astronaut, not an Angel
Prayed at midnight on the park bench
hoping my eyes would open to
your vision in the sky
The moon hung heavy
as cataracts in a blind man.
Was it Jesus, dressed as a junkie,
who stole my sight?
Bicycle Ride to Cemetery Gates
Laid my heart upon so...
#unicorns
86 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 2:32pm
24th Feb 2025 2:32pm
Death of the Typewriter
Some would call it the final frontier
apache alliteration of love, lust and linger
scalp as many words from the sky
before the clouds dull their intelligence.
Word bore
whore to their loneliness,
pray tell, deliverance,
prostitute to the alphabet.
Write a song for the lovers
and your cursor will flicker and die.
Rent free on the internet
please please please read me.
Have they ever seen you naked?
apache alliteration of love, lust and linger
scalp as many words from the sky
before the clouds dull their intelligence.
Word bore
whore to their loneliness,
pray tell, deliverance,
prostitute to the alphabet.
Write a song for the lovers
and your cursor will flicker and die.
Rent free on the internet
please please please read me.
Have they ever seen you naked?
#unicorns
93 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 12:01pm
24th Feb 2025 12:01pm
Architect of Derelict Heart
We were building ruins
In cities yet to be named
nailing carpet to old floorboards
Once upon a rhyme
I said this is all make-believe
she thought I whispered maple leaves
and it was not only the trees
which were naked
We never needed any valentine or roses
just your breath upon my neck.
did Jesus ever kiss the skin
above your breast?
Memories of adolescence
when words from Samantha and Pamela
were just an invite to an engagement ring.
Third finger, left hand
was always a wound
Mi...
In cities yet to be named
nailing carpet to old floorboards
Once upon a rhyme
I said this is all make-believe
she thought I whispered maple leaves
and it was not only the trees
which were naked
We never needed any valentine or roses
just your breath upon my neck.
did Jesus ever kiss the skin
above your breast?
Memories of adolescence
when words from Samantha and Pamela
were just an invite to an engagement ring.
Third finger, left hand
was always a wound
Mi...
#love
96 reads
7 Comments
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