A Poem A Day Keeps The Demons At Bay

Aug 2019

B D Caissie

Thoughts 101

Life is a garden
plant your seeds.
Remove those of
whom are weeds.

#garden #weeds #life #positive #helpful

Aug 2019

Paul Hardwick

Love you. You know.

nice day today

Tonight getting cooler
And that
is aright with me
helps older people sleep
and I am only 22
kiss my anckels while I sing
and what you get, is up to you
any rymtheme
any note
up to you
people be new
private some olagy
ask and will report back
more than one becomes a problem
I will do my best
Al Symers
Told me that
By the way you ankles
taste kind of salty
you need to wash your feet
some feeling they show you should be there
but when you find them
they mean so little to you

LOve. You, You know,

Aug 2019

Born

Yes I lied

Yes I lied
I know am a plagarised soul
don't lose yours trying to find mine
and yes, yes yes yes I lied

Ive never written a poem about you
Without thinking about
the delicate
Beautiful texture of those rosy lips

Yes I lied
Sometimes I lay here
thinking about it all
What and whatever we could have been

Yes I lied
Your words were like gasoline
and you poured them on me
like there's no tomorrow

Yes I lied
I loved you and forgot about me
I chased you and forgot to see what's wrong
I desired us and forgot to crawl for my sake

Yes I lied
There's no fire
without smoke
and ive been burned
cause I forgot the I.
There's only i
I in we

Aug 2019

Born

Corruption

She said
corrupt my poem and give it rhythm
A tune,
A glorious sound from a flute

a dimming hope for the poor
for the voiceless nation
condemned into filth

She said corrupt my poem and give it bills
For the years I've spent learning
how to collect debt
from school to jobs
that I've never had
a Mistake or maybe a choice
I don't know

Corrupt my poem for the useless knowledge
that I've gained
for the money that I'll forever chase

Aug 2019

Liam

Pointed

the point of it all
is not a means to an end
the point is it all

Aug 2019

Born

Poet

She sluggishly crawled towards the door
Pushed it, and hopelessly sat on the chair
With a tired look
Faintly she mumbled

Never trust a poet
Behind the creative
carefully crafted words
Lies a woven poison
hard to detect
Clocked on love
and metaphoric words

A dreaded art
used against your heart
alas, this, a true story
not voices inside thy head

Jul 2019

Paul Hardwick

Hi.

Yes I am triping
my mother said
always wear protection
so I always leave my socks and gloves on
has to be a news day
in a restaurant
ask the man
where are the toilets
he said just go down the stair
saw a sign on my way home
said falling rocks
what am I to do with that
life is a lottery be lucky
walked past my local Indian
sign says
try our curries
your never get better!

Love P@ul.

Jul 2019

Paul Hardwick

Day never to retrieve.

Space is the final frontier
thought that meant a
well bigger than my mind
till I had a stoke
found out that applies
to limbs to
**** me what a shock
spaceal awhereness went away
hard to work an arm when you do not know where it is

still here, still, love you all
thank you P@ul.

To all my doctors whom did a great job.

Jul 2019

Elena

Becoming

My pen is dripping
from my heart and soul,
hoping to grow
a bit more beautiful
each day.

#becoming #poetry #journey #life

Jul 2019

putiira

You in storms

The one who left you in storms
can never give you rainbows
and sunshine.

Jul 2019

Paul Hardwick

G. O. D !...

Mirror on the wall
I know
I am not big man
I have seen
I have lived beside the best man
to help keep people to be safe and alive.

Paul you know
you know
it's the small things that take from life
and from this you do not servive.

So I ask

Why will at these times not stand by yah!