This Is How I Remember It I was only two in Grandad’s house, the air smelled of polish and dust, a place that held more than furniture.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Fisherman Who Hated Fish The fisherman who hated fish cast his net with little wish not for silver scales to keep he only dreamed of quiet sleep
The thought was there There and gone in a flash The sight of the white paper stifles blank space and blank mind
By Maggie 5 months ago in Poets
My Ignorant Neighbour My ignorant neighbour he rots in his own shadow calls himself king yet rules only rubbish and weeds
The man with a alien tattoo The man with an alien tattoo walks through the dark without a word ink alive against his skin
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Soft brown fur, matted into delicate pills, roundness pressed flat after years of comfort more pillow than teddy.
By Ellie Hoovs5 months ago in Poets
Some Say She Is Weird Some say she is weird her dress too dark her eyes too clear her silence sharp her smile slight a shadow moving through the night
Please Let Me Sleep And Dream Each night I turn back the time, slipping into dreams where you are still mine. your voice close enough to touch,
Echoes of the Sixties In the house of the rising sun I wait a runaway heart asking where did our love go letters lost with please Mr Postman
Crying in the Rain Crying in the rain I walk where shadows gather the house of the rising sun behind me paint it black on broken walls
The Summer The Heat Wave The street was quiet that hot July rows of houses holding the sun windows open wide with no relief
