Poems About Unicorns Seeking Honest Critique
#unicorns
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
Sail Your Kites into Deadlands
viz kites
#unicorns
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4 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 11:03am
27th Feb 2025 11:03am
Rotting Fruit
I couldn't give a hoot
for democratic fruit
but when the govercunt
you voted for
dons new designer suits
It's like they've grabbed you
by the balls
to promise ripe bananas
when there's almost none at all
thanks to Mr Charmer
They swiped the winter fuel
set cold hardship on the table
while in white warm corridors
fat quangos much on mangoes
as they contemplate their navels
They talked up cleaner greener
when what they meant
was leaner meaner
They've reneged on foreign aid
to build a...
for democratic fruit
but when the govercunt
you voted for
dons new designer suits
It's like they've grabbed you
by the balls
to promise ripe bananas
when there's almost none at all
thanks to Mr Charmer
They swiped the winter fuel
set cold hardship on the table
while in white warm corridors
fat quangos much on mangoes
as they contemplate their navels
They talked up cleaner greener
when what they meant
was leaner meaner
They've reneged on foreign aid
to build a...
#inequality
#politics
#unicorns
87 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 5:47am
27th Feb 2025 5:47am
Two Worlds
My shopping list:
organic carrots
purple sprouting broccoli
sweet potatoes
salmon fillets
manuka honey
chocolate eclairs
Her shopping list:
two handfuls of rice
& water
from the well.
organic carrots
purple sprouting broccoli
sweet potatoes
salmon fillets
manuka honey
chocolate eclairs
Her shopping list:
two handfuls of rice
& water
from the well.
#inequality
#poverty
#unicorns
78 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 1:05am
25th Feb 2025 1:05am
Lear and Carroll all you like
what will it be like for the last living creatures
on earth in the final moments before the universe
contracts back to nothing; and what will they be,
human cockroach flea, or possibly rat (could it
get any worse!) but I hope they might possibly be an
owl and a pussycat, and no doubt all at sea
on earth in the final moments before the universe
contracts back to nothing; and what will they be,
human cockroach flea, or possibly rat (could it
get any worse!) but I hope they might possibly be an
owl and a pussycat, and no doubt all at sea
#unicorns
74 reads
3 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
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
92 reads
6 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
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
99 reads
2 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 12:51pm
23rd Feb 2025 12:51pm
Diaries of the Thought Police #101
At 2:43 this morning, Clare Thomas, 53, of Aberdeen, briefly considered setting her cheating, unemployed husband Fraser on fire as he slept, but gave up her plan when she realized she was out of lighter fuel and there were no stores open. Her thoughts then shifted to a navy blouse she had seen on sale earlier in the day at Primark.
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A Bristol branch of the Natwest Bank was robbed twice yesterday in the mind of David Bell, 33. He was disturbed by his wife, who entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She asked him why he was wearing a pair of her tights over his...
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A Bristol branch of the Natwest Bank was robbed twice yesterday in the mind of David Bell, 33. He was disturbed by his wife, who entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She asked him why he was wearing a pair of her tights over his...
#unicorns
105 reads
4 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 9:28am
23rd Feb 2025 9:28am
If Turnin' Trix Were Politics, I'd be a...
Flix & chill?🍿❤️
This girl's a crusher!
Couch-cushion clutch,
X-billboard buster. 😎
Trill-to-the-touch,
tight tushy gusher.
Bum so flush, 🍑🤯
I hadta bum-rush her.
Philly likes to bleat;👄🎠
hella hadta hush her.
High-heeled heat,💗👠
fibrillatin' flustered!
Jillin' her to sleep, 🥵🐑
up the hill, I tossed her.
Heart skippin' beats,🩺
thought I almost lost her!
Drip, drip, drip, 🔩 ...
This girl's a crusher!
Couch-cushion clutch,
X-billboard buster. 😎
Trill-to-the-touch,
tight tushy gusher.
Bum so flush, 🍑🤯
I hadta bum-rush her.
Philly likes to bleat;👄🎠
hella hadta hush her.
High-heeled heat,💗👠
fibrillatin' flustered!
Jillin' her to sleep, 🥵🐑
up the hill, I tossed her.
Heart skippin' beats,🩺
thought I almost lost her!
Drip, drip, drip, 🔩 ...
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 4:55pm
21st Feb 2025 4:55pm
another disappointing poem
everyone thinks the future is
going to be worse than the present
is just more bloody socks
going to be worse than the present
is just more bloody socks
#unicorns
73 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 00:52am
21st Feb 2025 00:52am
I’ll always hold onto it
show me what’s in your hand
it’s just a fact
it doesn’t matter which alternative you use
you’ll never get it
it’s just a fact
it doesn’t matter which alternative you use
you’ll never get it
#unicorns
84 reads
0 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 1:02pm
18th Feb 2025 1:02pm
The Nearly Poems
I hear poems that pass in the night
tight unfinished lines with agonised rhymes
brave couplets that struggle and fight
hugging horizons over oceans of words
while loose titles slip out of sight
Ideas rear up from the subconscious mind
to fall lost overboard by dawn
The almost remembered great stories untold
perched high on life's clifftop crumble of stones
inscriptions faded and worn
So near yet so far I hear them retreat
from their dream to be free of thought's cage
vainglorious lines ever read and re-read
not my...
tight unfinished lines with agonised rhymes
brave couplets that struggle and fight
hugging horizons over oceans of words
while loose titles slip out of sight
Ideas rear up from the subconscious mind
to fall lost overboard by dawn
The almost remembered great stories untold
perched high on life's clifftop crumble of stones
inscriptions faded and worn
So near yet so far I hear them retreat
from their dream to be free of thought's cage
vainglorious lines ever read and re-read
not my...
#LifeAsAWriter
#unicorns
76 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 11:36pm
17th Feb 2025 11:36pm
wreck
sky grey as a battleship,
wind as though fired from cannons
I take a turn around the deck
of modern life,
being careful not to slip,
although I did, as it happens,
he said to his wife,
nearly broke my neck ..
wind as though fired from cannons
I take a turn around the deck
of modern life,
being careful not to slip,
although I did, as it happens,
he said to his wife,
nearly broke my neck ..
#unicorns
75 reads
6 Comments
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