#poetrycollection
Chair, chair
why do I feel like it’s a courtroom here?
They say they love and care,
but why does my mouth taste bitter
when they are near?
Blood is the excuse.
Family bonds don’t work
when you are someone they
can’t use.
Shiny heels, so many eyes,
holding pride and bitter lies.
Innocents are prey to mood
at a table where the topic
is never just the food.
Shaky fingers hide under a napkin,
wishing to vanish ,that’s all I can think.
Sharp glances, heartbeat tense,
the shadows of strangers
in my shaky camera lens.
All they see is the shape of a
body.
Concerned? Nobody.
Comparison in every breath,
bonds walking at arm’s length.
Love never formed .
family, a mythical bond.
Wealth and success are the bridge.
Losers like us
stand at the edge.
Love is conditional
where family laughs in disguise.
Time stops at an evil hour ,
it takes too much to end.
Time is the answer.
Every day is a question wrapped in danger.
If success makes you less of a stranger,
will you'll them to be a friend?
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
***
Two hearts beating, a symphony so sweet,
Boy and girl, love's ultimate feat.
Their love, an oasis in a parched land,
Together, they conquer life's shifting sand.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC
***
With a stolen glance, their spirits ignite,
Boy and girl, love's eternal light.
Their souls united, like rivers that merge,
Their love, a tale whispered throughout the universe.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
***
Like the sun and moon in the infinite sky,
Boy and girl, an enchanting lullaby.
Their love, a dance, a rhythm divine,
With each step, their hearts entwine.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
***
In the garden of love, where dreams unfold,
A boy and girl plant seeds, watch them grow old.
Hand in hand they wander, side by side,
Together, their love will forever abide.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
***
When stars align, their paths intertwine,
Boy and girl, two souls entwined.
Through life's tumultuous twists and turns,
Their love forever burns, brightly yearns.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:18 AM UTC
***
In a world of dreams, they found each other,
A boy and girl destined for forever.
Their love, a symphony of hearts that bind,
A melody so pure, eternal and kind.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
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Barbed Wire Sunset
By Paul Baldry
Brick dust in the air,
A setting sun, bloodied sky,
Boys behind the wire.
Hope hangs, a tattered flag, torn
By a wind of weary grief.
Petrol Rain
By Paul Baldry
Cobblestones slicked black,
A sudden downpour of rage,
Molotov's fiery kiss.
Faces masked, fear is a shroud,
Whispers lost in siren's wail.
Mothers' Vigil
By Paul Baldry
Empty chairs at home,
While daughters search shadowed streets,
Seeking missing sons.
A rosary, clutched tight, beads
Telling tales of silent loss.
On Patrol
By Paul Baldry
Green hills watch us pass,
Boots heavy on cobbled street,
Eyes scan every face.
A child's glare, a whispered word,
Peace feels a world away now.
Soldier's Silence
By Paul Baldry
Young man, far from home,
Gun held tight, heart full of fear,
Orders must be kept.
A scream echoes in the night,
Silence becomes a burden.
Aftermath
By Paul Baldry
Walls still bear the scars,
Of anger etched deep in stone,
Flags flutter defiant.
The guns are quiet, they say,
But memory still echoes.
Bandit Country
By Paul Baldry
Green hills watch us pass,
Crossmaglen's heart, a silent
Glower in the fog.
Boots heavy on the cold stone,
Whispers follow in the air.
Armoured Patrol
By Paul Baldry
Saracen's rumble,
Cutting through the silent streets,
Eyes search every door.
A child stares, face filled with fear,
Lost innocence in the grey.
Border Patrol
By Paul Baldry
Borderland is tense,
A rifle held, a strained gaze,
Waiting for the blast.
Another day the same fear,
Will peace ever come to stay?
Checkpoint Dusk
By Paul Baldry
Grey stone, shadowed walls,
A checkpoint's cold, watchful eye,
Halts a weary road.
Whispers of the past linger,
Fear hangs heavy in the air.
Border Vigil
By Paul Baldry
Green hills, sliced by line,
A patrol's slow, measured tread,
Each step tense and brief.
The land, a battleground deep,
Peace a fragile, distant hope.
Eyes on the Corner
By Paul Baldry
Stone cottages still,
Eyes watch from behind the lace,
Every move we take.
Suspicion is bred in the soil,
Crossmaglen waits, hushed and dark.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 5:49 AM UTC
SUNDAY MORNING LIGHT
Curtains gently drawn,
Soft light warms a quiet room—
Kettle hums awake.
Hands gather, bread is broken,
Love lives in the smallest things.
AROUND THE TABLE
Laughter fills the air,
Plates passed from hand to warm hand—
Stories retold.
In each shared and simple glance,
Grace is quietly reborn.
SMALL HANDS, BRIGHT EYES
Painted eggs held tight,
Wonder dances in their eyes—
Spring sings through their steps.
In their laughter, pure and free,
Life begins again, anew.
GARDEN OF NEW DAYS
Tiny feet explore,
Petals fall like whispered joy—
Sunlight crowns the day.
Every question that they ask
Turns the world to something new.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
Dark sky holds its breath,
Nails echo through broken time—
Love does not resist.
A crown of thorns, yet mercy
Falls like rain on hardened hearts.
Wood bears sacred weight,
A whisper— “It is finished.”
Earth trembles in grief.
Yet in that final silence,
Hope begins its hidden rise.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:13 AM UTC
I got a promise, from the sky ,
A place where I'll let my words fly.
My last home will be full of light .
Here I live somewhere, barely alive.
Word stings on my broken wings
Some bird never meant to fly
Silver cage and whispers of try
Soft heart dies when it doesn't cry.
questions to broken mirror, why?
Why living life feels so wrong I end up writing own sad song
The melody I can't sing
No one loves to hear ,I jotted down all messy things .
Inside there is something
Something I can't tame
Least thing I don't wanna name
Maybe sadness ,sticky madness
Yearning to reach the home that calls my name.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 2:52 AM UTC
A weary soul endures the long cold night.
Pain turns into ice ,too frozen to fight.
No warmth can melt away
all the cries I locked inside a jar.
Happy giggles fade into echoes, from afar.
My flowers died in the absence of sunlight
the rain over-watered their fragile heart.
No one wanted to make a golden hue
the house of memories remains empty,
winter leaves its sorrowful clues.
Heartache echoes along the walls.
Every silent cry dries into hollow paint.
You know… it’s hard to bite your own pillow—
when you’re trying to tuck in
a clueless sob to sleep.
Winter is lonely
and its end seems even lonelier.
So unfortunate
to drift into a final sleep
without those seven beautiful breaths
this world never let me keep.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
I see you, I think
when I need you most
climbing a bad day,
there you were
the very day after your birthday
robin on a birdfeeder
all will be okay.
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 4:56 PM UTC
Your small face smiles at me from
across the dining room
a dining room with a bed
the bed doesn’t have a frame and your blonde fringe
is
gone
too
cut off
when it started to fall out
I didn’t say the image fit
these days you can hardly move
and I forget for a second my own
losses
I only think of what’s coming
an inhale is stubbing my sternum on fibreglass
while it’s reinforcing some concrete
it’s all the same
I try to hold the past a little tighter
I felt it then
nothing
at first
and then all of a sudden in a burst
an itch
on the roof of my mouth
when I close it
something persistently
ingrown
it catches on a button a crease
a similar in relation smile
and then it is my turn
I smile and tell you
“I’m sorry”
you smile at me like you’re sorry
that I’ve come back to see this.
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 4:54 PM UTC
I desire to soar high
In an iridescent sky
That coruscates variant gleams of light
When looked through different angles
Making me feel,
The same way you do.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
I know these people.
Their voice box doesn’t even need to be awake.
I know their character by the way their lips are dressed.
A streak of blue,
I know their brain is sweating stress.
A display of rose,
I know their flirtatious fever is always contagious.
A heap of crust,
I know their anger stings the meaning of trust.
A stream of moisture,
I know their soul sooths and heals the shadows.
A thin size,
I know they seek comfort in a box.
A big size,
I know they feed off centre stage.
A nest of cuts,
I know they want the gift of love.
Justine Louisy
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All Rights Reserved
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
It's now that I know,
The light you used to radiate
Shrouded my life in darkness
The tenebrosity was split by seldom strands of light
That eventually faded away.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC