A Poem A Day Keeps The Demons At Bay

Dec 2017

ryn

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I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
the earth consumed my knees
and I had seen myself breathing in mud.

I’ve struggled,
thrashed about
and broken what little I had.

I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
I’ve lost myself.
It’s been ages since
I knew where to begin.

I’ve risen,
fallen...
Risen again
and again
fuelled by
what little hope I have left.

I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
I found myself
flourishing in the warmth of day
and consoled by the comfort of night.

I’ve lived through many hours...
And I wish to survive my many more...
With what little strength I have left.

Inspired by Foo Fighter’s “Walk”.

#hellopoetry107 #whatihaveleft

Dec 2017

Poetic T

Where Numbed Down By Repetition

The days repeat,
for a lifetime of groundhog days.
that evade the conciseness.
As if hiding in plain sight
                   yet were echoes of before.

Our lives are woven in to
                     twenty three hours,
fifty nine minutes,
                  sixty seconds of rinse & repeats.

Where caged in our meaningless
             eventuality.
A mind numbed,
    by the sanitation of our existence,
                 a reiteration of life's decay.

#life #repat #stagnated #hours #moments

Dec 2017

Poetic T

Empty Pages Holding So Much

We are but lines drawn
in symbolic
           echoes..
Our life is but a few lines
         that fill a book of memories
that are still empty.

But echoes call from the pages,
       and we read unto ourselves...

#life #moments #selfreflection #memories #echoes

Dec 2017

Pagan Paul

Snow Place Like Home

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Snow kisses the sleepy mountains,
draping them with sheets of white.
Flakes drift down into the vales,
jewels sparkling in the full moon light.
A simple crystallised drop of water
delightfully whirls on a gentle breeze,
alighting softer than an eyelash kiss,
to find a home upon the trees.

© Pagan Paul (04/12/17)

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#poetry #snow #winter #home #metaphor

Dec 2017

Paul Hardwick

@Men.

Highlights on BBC 2
Men nibble on cheese
Woman take their iron gloves off delicately
then slap you in the face
looking so cute
and try to **** your mind up
ankles flash
smooth legs go on
almost to their underarms
there **** dance
on the back garden bird fence
the bird feeders are men
placed there by other men.

people say I am heavy
but really I am light
And a man of mice.

:-) P@ul.
Have a fab Christmas. ***.
P.S. Women have the right of reply.

God Bliss all the man in the U.K.

Nov 2017

devante moore

Bitten

When the moon touched her skin
She’d glowed
I’ve never seen an angel

Behold
I couldn’t move
Was I frozen out of fear? No

In an instant our eyes met
I could tell they were lifeless, empty, bleak
So badly wanting life, to be loved, to be free
I’ve seen these eyes, their just like mine

When our lips touched I could tell she hadn’t kiss a man in decades
I should’ve known I was in trouble
God they were ghostly cold

I pressed my hands against her breast, stale no heartbeat
Is this death

But as I looked into her eyes
I felt as though it was a reflection of my mine

Rested my hands on her dress, tugging at it
As she sunk her teeth into my neck
And I didn’t try to run or reject

Is this what it feels like, to bring someone else back to life
She finally pulled away I could tell I was ****** dry

And as the clouds started fading into the moon
I knew this was our last goodbye
We gazed at each other
Tears in her eyes

She regretted the need to feed
I can tell she hated
I too had to die

Nov 2017

Paul Hardwick

Always count on your hands

I have eight fingers
and two thumbs
all in all
ten digits
ten in
to ten
I
am
the
ONE.

P@ul ***.

Nov 2017

Elizabeth Squires

Lullaby Raindrops (Tanka)

lullaby raindrops*
softly fell on the tin roof
their pitter patter
sent one off to deep repose
*hushed of speechless embrace

#lullaby #raindrops #repose #hushed

Nov 2017

devante moore

Last prayer

I’m not good enough
That spoiled egg out of the bunch

Joy left me
Sin slept in my bed to much

Too far gone
Pushed off the path

Lost a sense of direction
Can’t find my way back

Faith, dislocated
Broken fingers can’t hold a bible

To embarrass to come to you
I’m not running

How could I face you
Prayer, foreign language

This prayer is my last
If it goes unanswered.....

Nov 2017

devante moore

Alcoholic

Dragons breath
Nothing left

Cheap wine
Quick death

Lonely man
Bad rep

Rumor mills
Loved spilled

Broken hearts
Empty chest

6 long years
Disappeared

Now he's alone
Wishing she'd come back home

Until then

He sips dragons breath
Hoping it'll light a fire

Deep in his belly

Nov 2017

devante moore

French inhale

She smokes
She chokes

She laughs
She cries

Blue eyes
Blue sky

Salty tears
Stained eyes

French inhale
Exhales soot

Laughter
And death

Clouded lungs
Foggy room mixed with ***

She can't admit she's hurting
She can't accept he's gone

She smokes
She chokes

She cries
Gets high, she French inhales