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poem by Mark Moon

Five p.m on the dot, You always there, Even when I was not, When I was, my head elsewhere. Dreams of a Bermuda yacht, An Alpine love affair. Ruler of Camelot. Oh, how condescending, Well, if I had a label, I would not be re... Read more

poem by Mark Moon

Red, screams and broken bouquets, all bring peace to me. To see disaster makes it worth the while I’ll sit and indulge on what could be. The pain, the tears, truly, the Lily of the Nile. Read more

poem by Mark Moon

In four years time Your daughter to find love would work overtime Your life fallen from its prime You penniless without a dime Your relationships ruined by your crime There you go, destroyed for a lifetime Your will and righteou... Read more

poem by Mark Moon

Chirp, chirp from the window, The red breasted friends wants a home, Oh, Nevermind, the magpies sent him to the catacomb One with a million, Two pecks at his wing, He’ll be welcome as a vaudevillian Three bloodied well... Read more

poem by Mark Moon

I remember, it was only yesterday. When I saw middle aged toddlers One a narcissist the other on the devil’s highway. The anger of swaddlers, Wreckless DNA. Anger is red Jealousy is green I am dirt, The rainbow of ... Read more

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Way back in the '50s...in my small junior school... it was called corporal punishment....a disciplinary rule, allowed to each teacher...it give them the license to scold. some used a cane...if you didn't do as you were told.. It ... Read more

poem by Jeanne E

I must be slow to anger I must control myself My flesh screams otherwise My flesh wants to rage What happened to my spirit? What happened to it's voice? Breaking into absence As if it never existed The more I stay The mor... Read more

poem by Frank Hornby .

"The carrion crow...so free to fly wild, an intelligent corvid...with an IQ of a small child, the crow is an omnivore...scavenges for any morsel it can, keeps itself to itself...so wary of man.. Black feathers like coal...and so b... Read more

poem by Q. Ramirez

To frolic with the wind to call her mistress A divinity must be involved so as to become one together If there is love The summer breeze and winter chills If hate the tempest The hurricanes, tornadoes Read more

poem by Frank Hornby .

"A short walk up Moorgate Road, brought us to Kirkby industrial Estate, we'd arrive at Spinney woods, a place we all thought was great. Hiding amongst the ferns...and climbing all kinds of trees, we'd have fun there for hours..and ... Read more

poem by Frank Hornby .

"We'd walk about a mile up the East Lanc's road...leading to the back of the Kraft, it was a magical place where we all played...explored, and always had a laugh. It was just behind the Cheese Factory...like a wild nature reserve...... Read more

poem by Annie Kirby

all of forever somewhere alone as the wind i wait for the rain so i can melt into little sins of dreams in another world we speak in colors with a cinnamon flavor memory and time disordered magic heard from the lips of... Read more

poem by dan miltz

''The sky is starry with a reflecting nod --many stars before sleep.'' © daniel miltz Read more

poem by D'Vina Dietrich

The hot sting it brought to my face As if it was shredding it Cutting down my face Landing on my mistreated thighs They came hard and fast The heavy stream, I couldn't stop. My body's trembling, aching. My chest grew tigh... Read more

poem by Annie Kirby

i walk as a shadow in the light of stars just out of reach i slip into the covers of your dreams vanishing to the touch of morning Read more

poem by Annie Kirby

the sky is asleep wind the song of falling leaves lullaby of dreams Read more

poem by Annie Kirby

clouds tell a story guiding star to show the way to warm pillows rest Read more

poem by Annie Kirby

midnight reflection spinning in a memory caught in a raindrop Read more

poem by Annie Kirby

promises whispered in the rain of daydreams and sin stay with me in this fantasy let's run somewhere between here and there if you could - would you? if only my words Could touch your body every word revealing just a little ... Read more

poem by Kenvil Atkins

They wanted a new king to sit him up on a puppet throne All they got was an old king that went on digging up bones Never mind they say we can control him just pull his strings His strings were all but broken the puppet man had a... Read more