Taking a step and sharing my #poetry here and appreciating yours. Not a poet, just offbeat.
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he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.
The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone
feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.
Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.
So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme
The water smashes down,
with cold and endless roar.
It beats against the stone,
and asks for more and more.
The shock of it is never gone,
just weights and spray.
A life made #bearable,
by weathering the day.
But in the constant wet stain,
a soft and stubborn moss
finds life inside the pain.
#vss365
#vss365
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
The flesh indignant.
A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.
A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.
#vss365 #poem
@alanparrywriter.co.uk shows you how in part 3 of his free resource series.
No sentiment. Just scars.
👉
@alanparrywriter.co.uk shows you how in part 3 of his free resource series.
No sentiment. Just scars.
👉
Just wo steps from him I was, with an urge to leap into his arms like a rushing river.
But this was no youth, and this wasn't a dance.
But the final ride, beside the one with the waiting scythe.
They hold no thrill
Despite their vibrant hue
I was happier as a caterpillar
Plodding through the dew.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity #halfbadpoetry
They hold no thrill
Despite their vibrant hue
I was happier as a caterpillar
Plodding through the dew.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity #halfbadpoetry