Academic
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 7:49am
16th Jul 2024 7:49am
Lucy Letby the serial child murderess!
By Stanley Collymore
Why in the face of simply quite
discernibly overpowering and
an actual preponderance, of
undeniable evidence, are some people
very obviously, simply convinced then
that Lucy Letby is evidently innocent?
Is it quite unquestionably so because
she is rather young, blonde and really
self-evidently also a quite discernibly
an unmistakably, clearly significantly
from their distinctly biased personal
perspective, distinctively undeniably
a...
Why in the face of simply quite
discernibly overpowering and
an actual preponderance, of
undeniable evidence, are some people
very obviously, simply convinced then
that Lucy Letby is evidently innocent?
Is it quite unquestionably so because
she is rather young, blonde and really
self-evidently also a quite discernibly
an unmistakably, clearly significantly
from their distinctly biased personal
perspective, distinctively undeniably
a...
#denial
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#hate
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MelancholicMike
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 8:23pm
12th Jul 2024 8:23pm
Therapy Session
Protagonist:
Salt all over my wounds
I let my tears tell the truth
I gave my life up in this too
with a demon pitch black
hanging over my shoulders
blaspheming outrightly
the words that echo
"I feed off turmoil, love and intent."
Meanwhile, I'm only trying to seek out the beauty
But the answer , it seems,
lies within the continuous war inside my head
"I feel like i'm falling."
Therapist : “I feel like I'm falling?”
Why do you feel that way ?
...
Salt all over my wounds
I let my tears tell the truth
I gave my life up in this too
with a demon pitch black
hanging over my shoulders
blaspheming outrightly
the words that echo
"I feed off turmoil, love and intent."
Meanwhile, I'm only trying to seek out the beauty
But the answer , it seems,
lies within the continuous war inside my head
"I feel like i'm falling."
Therapist : “I feel like I'm falling?”
Why do you feel that way ?
...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#heartbroken
#rejection
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 7:13pm
28th Jun 2024 7:13pm
In The Dead Of Summer
Timeless time, limitless space, summer gapes long with heavy, dizzy sighs,
a burning mirage on the distant plains, drowning in a thick layer of swaying heat
An atmospheric vibration filled with W's, and Z's , when summer slashes his skin,
when cicadas start your fuzzy morning, and the temper just sizzles, and your mouth seethes ;
and whizzles inside the thickly loaded pines, and cypress.A dizzy swirl of dust,
that revives a cliched flashback vibe of some time ago.
This morn, i strode, and shuffled along the pathway, no sigh of...
a burning mirage on the distant plains, drowning in a thick layer of swaying heat
An atmospheric vibration filled with W's, and Z's , when summer slashes his skin,
when cicadas start your fuzzy morning, and the temper just sizzles, and your mouth seethes ;
and whizzles inside the thickly loaded pines, and cypress.A dizzy swirl of dust,
that revives a cliched flashback vibe of some time ago.
This morn, i strode, and shuffled along the pathway, no sigh of...
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 4:07am
21st Jun 2024 4:07am
The Lonely Rider in the Storm
A few minutes past the midnight hour, the chambermaids began to scour
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#grief
205 reads
3 Comments
Just-Rob
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 2:19am
20th Jun 2024 2:19am
Grandfather
I remember walking into that hospital room
He looked up and made eye contact
A strained smile on his face
His eyes had no fire or willpower behind them
I had never seen that before in his eyes
He was a pillar of strength
He was the only source of stability I had ever known in my life
It broke me in that moment
His leg wrapped at the knee with the rest missing
We talked and I knew that his zeal for life was gone
I thought back to a few weeks earlier
When he told me about the gangrene that had formed on his...
He looked up and made eye contact
A strained smile on his face
His eyes had no fire or willpower behind them
I had never seen that before in his eyes
He was a pillar of strength
He was the only source of stability I had ever known in my life
It broke me in that moment
His leg wrapped at the knee with the rest missing
We talked and I knew that his zeal for life was gone
I thought back to a few weeks earlier
When he told me about the gangrene that had formed on his...
#death
#family
#grief
#regret
#sadness
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VictorDLopez
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 7:03pm
14th Jun 2024 7:03pm
Unsung Heroes Part V: Felipe (dad)
You were born five years before the Spanish Civil War that would see your father exiled.
Language came later to you than your little brother Manuel. And you stuttered for a time.
Unlike those who speak incessantly with nothing to say, you were quiet and reserved.
Your mother mistook shyness for dimness, a tragic mistake that scarred you for life.
When your brother Manuel died at the age of three from meningitis, you heard your mom
Exclaim: “God took my bright boy and left me the dull one.” You were four or five.
You never forgot those words. How could you?...
Language came later to you than your little brother Manuel. And you stuttered for a time.
Unlike those who speak incessantly with nothing to say, you were quiet and reserved.
Your mother mistook shyness for dimness, a tragic mistake that scarred you for life.
When your brother Manuel died at the age of three from meningitis, you heard your mom
Exclaim: “God took my bright boy and left me the dull one.” You were four or five.
You never forgot those words. How could you?...
#death
#father
#grief
#IMissYou
#respect
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 10:22pm
12th Jun 2024 10:22pm
my history is an ocean
I drowned myself in history
felt all my past lives crash
over me in crushing waves
and decided it would be okay
to breathe it all in
and choke on it
You were more than a drop
of rain in the ocean
more than discarded bones
lying on the sea floor
your name and face
unforgettable
when other names
and other faces now elude me
I can't remember how many
people have had their tongue
in my mouth
or how many men have seen
the full nakedness of...
felt all my past lives crash
over me in crushing waves
and decided it would be okay
to breathe it all in
and choke on it
You were more than a drop
of rain in the ocean
more than discarded bones
lying on the sea floor
your name and face
unforgettable
when other names
and other faces now elude me
I can't remember how many
people have had their tongue
in my mouth
or how many men have seen
the full nakedness of...
#grief
#identity
#memories
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QuietusQuill
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 5:05pm
9th Jun 2024 5:05pm
224 degrees of Lysergic Laments
Round the square
in the suns
necrotic sanctuary
carving knotting contusions
in the larynx of gravity;
and from my doorstep,
I extend my hand
into your glaring lunette
where barren burdens
singe your horizon,
and detonates a
hermaphroditic embolism
coronating a cyclopean eunuch
who wields a rapier
of pneumonic virtuosity
as charcoal roses
siphon simooms
in the kiss of a
parched dawn
beyond the rift
i float on this writ
into the...
in the suns
necrotic sanctuary
carving knotting contusions
in the larynx of gravity;
and from my doorstep,
I extend my hand
into your glaring lunette
where barren burdens
singe your horizon,
and detonates a
hermaphroditic embolism
coronating a cyclopean eunuch
who wields a rapier
of pneumonic virtuosity
as charcoal roses
siphon simooms
in the kiss of a
parched dawn
beyond the rift
i float on this writ
into the...
#anger
#dark
#despair
#grief
#manipulation
193 reads
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dead_lluwi
Poem Published
31st May 2024 10:53am
31st May 2024 10:53am
Do I need help?
#anger
#frustration
#grief
#SelfHarm
#suicide
283 reads
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th May 2024 00:19am
7th May 2024 00:19am
letter to myself
Let's be honest
I'm really fucking proud of you
I know we've been walking
that edge lately
between coming and going
between setting life on fire
and trying to smother the sparks
that are already in motion
We're constantly surrounded
by stoners and alcoholics
and the occasional meth addict
but you never let it
get inside your head
you never slip
you smile
play nice
lock your housemate's patio door
at night when he passes out
with the screen wide open
We could get stoned...
I'm really fucking proud of you
I know we've been walking
that edge lately
between coming and going
between setting life on fire
and trying to smother the sparks
that are already in motion
We're constantly surrounded
by stoners and alcoholics
and the occasional meth addict
but you never let it
get inside your head
you never slip
you smile
play nice
lock your housemate's patio door
at night when he passes out
with the screen wide open
We could get stoned...
#addiction
#grief
#MentalHealth
351 reads
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Betty
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2024 3:46am
22nd Apr 2024 3:46am
unblind
#grief
#love
#lust #obsession
#lust #obsession
207 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 12:16pm
16th Apr 2024 12:16pm
finality
16 of 30
they don't warn you about finals
the final time you see their face filled with laughter
kiss & hug them with a smiling I'll see you later
nothing is mentioned about the pain
looking back at that last casual departure
or how your heart will be gripped in a fist of remorse
so tight you can't get any oxygen
the fire in your throat
burning the inner lining to cinders
from all the emotion you're holding in
because release may come in a flood so ferocious
you'll be utterly swept away
with every...
they don't warn you about finals
the final time you see their face filled with laughter
kiss & hug them with a smiling I'll see you later
nothing is mentioned about the pain
looking back at that last casual departure
or how your heart will be gripped in a fist of remorse
so tight you can't get any oxygen
the fire in your throat
burning the inner lining to cinders
from all the emotion you're holding in
because release may come in a flood so ferocious
you'll be utterly swept away
with every...
#love
#grief
#NaPoWriMo2024
183 reads
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