I’m a little bit of my mum and dad The good, the bad, the ugly And something else to spite them both But, it doesn't really bug me They tried to teach me right from wrong Good manners, naturally. But what I loved best - was when they messed up! Then they couldn't say… Continue reading The ‘rents #30PoemChallenge #Poetry
After an acclaimed career in ceramics, Jay herself has cracked. Recovering from a breakdown, she and her husband Simon move to the desolate edges of the north of England, where they find and fall in love with the Two Houses: a crumbling property whose central rooms were supposedly so haunted that a previous owner had… Continue reading The Two Houses by Fran Cooper #Review
You ripped my heart You tore my soul You sliced my dreams Consumed me whole You wrung my soft flesh out to dry You lied to me, You made me cry You broke my heart You tore my heart You squeezed my heart You stomped on my heart You beat my heart… Continue reading Broken #30Poem Challenge #Poetry
Selkies are not real. There are no ladies who can unrobe their skin like a dress. To come alive at night to dance, In magical groves with their sisters. There are no ladies who can unrobe their skin like a dress. None that are so beautiful that it’s painful to look at them, In magical… Continue reading Seal Skin #30PoemChallenge #Poetry
Who needs the truth after all? Does it matter what is right or wrong? But the news comes at you, large and small. Though, in these traps you’re bound to fall, Inevitably swept along. Who needs the truth after all? Yet, how can we move forward, tall To authentic guides within the throng?… Continue reading Alternative Facts #30PoemsChallenge #Poetry
Myths and Legends Beasts and Brutes Capture our minds And our hearts to the roots Of your imagination All vast and wide Do come with me to look inside Dragons that scorch you With blazing hot breath Minotaur’s that search you To gore you to death Unicorns that save you When lost and alone Leprechauns… Continue reading Hidden Monsters #30PoemChallenge #Poetry
We all have our own fables Our own sweet cautionary tales Of lives & hearts being led astray Or tales of triumph against all odds The lessons we have learnt Or maybe not at all The deep dark woods we must avoid And strangers that would like to eat us! To not judge… Continue reading Fable Tales #Poetry #30PoemChallenge
I don’t quite know how this happens And I don’t know if it’s just me But when I am with my mother I seem to transform...completely My legs go limp My hands swing back My head’s thrown back in a moan "S’not Fair!" I shout Bottom lip stuck out "Why don’t you just leave… Continue reading Devolution #Poetry
I found your shirt in my wardrobe It still smells of you You must have forgotten it when You took your things I can’t throw it away So it’s still there Buried beneath my winter jumpers In the furthest corner of my mind The void you left is shrinking I’m moving on and… Continue reading After You Left #Poem
You fill me up with your kisses, but my gluttonous heart demands more and I seek out your every attention. A look, a touch, a movement all pulls me closer, never satisfying – just teasing, tempting. I am weighed down with wanting - night & day. I want to breathe you in & gobble you… Continue reading My Latest Obsession #poetry
One hundred words One hundred songs One hundred rights One hundred wrongs One hundred lives One hundred deaths One hundred skins One hundred breaths One hundred eyes! One hundred hearts! One hundred breaks! One hundred parts! One hundred tears! One hundred wails! One hundred cries! One hundred fails……
Another bloody holiday, Shops shut, I’m on my own. Family have been and gone, I’ve no one left to phone. There’s nothing on the telly. Might pour myself a drink. Don’t really feel like reading. So I’ll just sit and think. I love and hate these empty days, But if I must be… Continue reading Blank Holidays #Poem #30PoemsChallenge
Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, and Fear
Alex Markovich. 40 y.o. Russia. Author, playwright, theater director. MarkovichTheater AT gmail.com
scribbles by Hemendra Dibaakor
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An endeavour of self perception...
Only We Can Change our Life, No one Else Do it For Us
Le désir coule dans mes veines
Smidgens
New content every Sunday
lest I forget
unclear thoughts forming words....
composed late at night, from amongst chaos and coffee
All about the bread and butter of my daily life, sprinkled with hundreds and thousands along the way
The Inane Ramblings of a Fractured Mind
"She believed she could, so she did." 🌙
it's where your mind goes.
A potpourri of emotions
Глючные хокку Марковича. MarkovichUniverse СОБАКА gmail.com
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
