Poems
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Half
By Clint GreaganIt's not enough to wash once after
a night of tedium, the good time
to make a break is gone, the chilled -
Waterspray
By Kathleen BleakleyI remember us
cycling home from college
summertime, through sprinklers
& back uphill -
The problem with transportation
By Kelly-Lee HickeyI always kiss you at the train station
Where our lives intersect.
You always go the other way. -
Journal Poem (Sad)
By Juliet A. PaineI drive to the sea.
Thinking of John Berryman,
Jeff Buckley, Virginia Woolf.
What is it about water? -
Old Poet to Young Poet
By David Stavangeryou are immature and I am highly evolved
you should read more Judith Wright and stop writing about yourself
"I" and "we" should not be used as poems are illuminations not spotlights
young poet smokes for photos / old poet smokes -
Ghost boy
By David StavangerI knew this boy
a boy who never knew me
reflected in the cracked stained glass
of a city train full of morning corpses -
En Saga För örat
By Emilia JohanssonJag ligger och lyssnar på ett regn som inte slutar
Vad gråter himlen för idag?
Det domnar i mina öron
Det är inga droppar, allt blir bara en massa -
Snow
By Emilia JohanssonIt is painting the landscape white
and you are painting me in bright
snow, just fallen, is perfect like cream on a cake
your colours are bright, shining all in blue like a clear lake -
Border Poems
By Stuart Cooke1.
People at the Bus Shelter; Raining
Trapped under the bus shelter, -
Three Photographs Of This Boy
By Andy DrewittPhoto One
This boy is small enough
to photograph and -
My Generation
By Brendan MackieI see my generation like a flock of flustered mutton,
following questionless the parade of white wool and black hoofs in front of
them, the crowd behind,
taking step step step each hoof falling on well walked earth. -
Fishing for Sleep
By Juliet A. PaineSleep eddies in this weather,
a difficult fish to catch.
A shoal of silver dreams swim past
but don't catch on anxious hooks. -
I remember us
By Juliet A. PaineThis afternoon
the sunlight is hard and coarse
the clouds try desperately
to blot it out. -
Curvature
By Kate LockeNormal.
Nothing happening.
No curvature of sorts.
No curl of the lip or tongue. -
Bottle o' Beer
By Bradley JelfsA work toughened hand
just grasped
another metallic crowned
twist top -
Sulphur-crested cockatoos
By Rachel RobbinsMy mother's people
raucous and wild,
with aerobatic grace,
play in the wind. -
A Philosophic Analysis of the Modern Homosapien in it's Less-Than-Natural Environment
By Gerard ElsonWandering blindly, searching for that which cannot be found. The futile quest for divinity long
abandoned, replaced by instantaneous stimulations. A shrink-wrapped soul and
fast food emotions, saturated in self, love now a thing of the movies. Sexual
convenience and financial surplus- revenge, how sweet it is. Cardboard mothers -
These were the Westerns I wish I had wrote
By Ben DoranDear Diarist,
too soon full moon..not
tonight.
I am writing to you in secret, under the threat of death, in absentia, corpus delirium, help me cherubim stop dash seraphim, things with fins and cartoon-ish lords of sin (breathe) lance me for I am struggling to breathe and aching to cleave skin from bone. Tonight I feel alone. And so, to dialogue, let… -
Sagacious Ramblings
By Gerard ElsonWhen the world was flat and Columbus sailed
I had baggy-pants rags and the man who they'd nailed
To the rotating bed rolled down the catwalk
And took blood from the goose out of 'Jack and the Beanstalk' -