When I die, I want to go softlyfree from the miseriesof my body breaking downorgans sickened, cutting off lifeas I suffocate, drift away When I die, I want to wakein a safer worldaway from earth’s torments& adverse emotionsgurus say we must bear When I die, I want to see Jesus’ facewash his feet, though he’d… Read More “When I Die” by Nick Pipitone.
A five year-old was diagnosedwith terminal cancer The adults wept and wailed The child could not understandWhy are you weeping and wailing? The adults could not understandWhy are you not afraid? Because I am going to a placeI’ve never been before I’m excited. This is based on a true story I heard on the radio… Read More “A Five Year-Old” by Don Matthews.
Poet Don runs the FCS Childrens Education Unit He is devoted to giving the children a good grounding for their journey in life The kiddies all love him Our God first made the heavens Then earth did follow on The rest was made in China Like seats we now sit on Oooh… Poet Don can… Read More “Poet Don talks to the Class about God” by Don Matthews.
Love; hate, lies go both ways. To check out more of ShaePoems’ work, go here.
At that moment the world seemed to fit a glimpse of your eyes. Your embrace is my gravity. Your kiss breathed new life within me. But now you’re gone and my world is spinning out of control. I found my new source of gravity that was within me. And at this moment the whole world… Read More “At that moment” by ShaePoems.
You taught me that there is good and bad in this God awful place. But now you’re gone Now all can I see is darkness All I can feel is the cold stone that keeps me from crumbling, I can only taste the cold dry air that threatens to take my life. All because I… Read More “Darkness” by ShaePoems.
Overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day. Blowing out in the direction of the cool breeze, I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes. Looking up, the pink moon rises over the North Sea and it hits me- this spot, this arresting moment is what… Read More “Pink Moon Rising” by Kimberly Ray.
Worry’s the advance Interest that you pay On trouble that does seldom Seldom come your way. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
I seem to spend my lifeIn giving up on thingsThings I like, look forward toRing-a-ding-a-ding I’m told such things are bad for meThat I should wave goodbyeTo smoking, sugar, alcoholGive up, lie back, and sigh Funny? But there’s just one thingI don’t give up (one thing)That’s sex, it just gives up on meRing-a-ding-a-ding Visit ‘Flippant,… Read More “Sex, Alcohol and Sugar” by Don Matthews.
Potential trigger warning: This poem may have references to acts of self-harm. An echo.That vibrates in a soundless roomThat nicks the wallsThat stains the tubThat crumples the sheetsBut leaves me aloneExcept for the scar on my cheekThe things I do to myselfI don’t know why. To check out more of Jo Kolar’s work, go here.
Written in memories of old Are stories of stars once told. For by virtue of their resilience Did they make the most of their silence. Bruised souls and bleeding scars Facilitated them in going past the bars, Society once imposed on them. Once lost in the valley of despair, Living lives beyond repair, They still… Read More “Reaching” by Introverted Thoughts.
I’ve just read today’s paper It’s full of doom and gloom Murders, killing, destruction, death Children being groomed Headlines blare out constantly SEX FIEND IS EXPOSED There’s so much negativity (The paper I have closed) Why can’t I read, enjoy myself With lots of humour, rife? Instead of being subjected to This gutter side of… Read More “Humour Don’t Sell Papers” by Don Matthews.
Harms can be healed by pills How to heal the harms of soul? Remedy is precious yet free Used least wisely yet widely It’s… The magic of “Words” Words can touch and sooth the soul Words can heal others and self Words can do miracles Words can move mountains of miseries Let’s just not be… Read More “Heal” by Navnidhi Vyas.
Just eaten with my mummy (And with my daddy too) KFC’s new artificial Nuggets (spices too) Asked mummy if this artificial Meat was free-range grown? As well as all the herbs and spices Green and yellow brown (She said she’d ask Colonel Sanders…) I am a little worried Will come to Hungry Jacks Artificial meat… Read More “KFC’s New Artificial Nuggets. Yum” by Don Matthews.
What do you think is the difference between (Your minds you will need to unblock) A jeweler, and also a jailer? Think hard my dear lovely little flock (mumble….mumble….think….think….) We don’t know Poet Don…. One watches cells and the other sells watches…. (blank looks all round….) (What am I doing wrong?….) Poet Don has a… Read More “Poet Don Puts a Question to his Little Flock” by Don Matthews.
Monologue A theater performance that takes place in an apartment building; four apartments inhabited by four people who all live alone for various reasons Six monologues that are linked together. ACT 1 Apartment 1A. Set in a small apartment where most things are still in moving boxes One woman is very distressed, because she can… Read More “THEATRE PLAY” by Writers Adventurers.
Found another one of my articles that I wrote on my laptop a while ago. The title is once again the day I probably finished it; it just needed a few tweaks here and there. I really ought to comb through my laptop more frequently, but at least I found it. Heh, it really helps… Read More “30 July 2018” by adreamy1.
I drink my cappuccino Write poems in a caff And as Americans might say My lines can give a laugh Now thankfully America Has come to my rescue Without their helpful accent My lines would sound unskew. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
I. Today is Sunday and a plausible day in the calendar for me at the cafe. Recently I had a lot of angst about how I spend my time. Attempting to get back all of it from unfruitful works. Cash had never been my principle vexation. Except at a specific time of life, when I… Read More “Man in Cafe” by Rajkumar MN.
You remain, forever,in little things lostand found again. You do remain, foreverin the moments past,and smiles frozen. You have, do, and will remain, foreverin your Shattered dreams andMy broken promises, like a light, little leaffallen on the dustto kiss it life, or like a gust of windmeant to blow itaway from me as wicked moments… Read More “Rainbows Last Forever” by Kshitij.