there’s not much romance in the things I want to do you but maybe there is i want to taste your sleep i want the scent of you in the morning to permeate my skin like an invisible sonnet i want to wear the moment you called out for a deity you don’t believe in as a shroud i hate that I know you’re waking up with someone else. … [Read more...] about Late Night Letters To Them, By: Rue Mour
The Study, By: Donna Faulkner née Miller
A poem confessed to me once that they were scared to be sent to university, and sit on the shelves of highest learning. They’d heard rumours that academics strip poems bare there. Lay them out naked on a cold steel slab and sharpen their scalpels. Flay the skin, really dig around. Dissect alliteration. Examine the belly, the bowel, the bones beneath. … [Read more...] about The Study, By: Donna Faulkner née Miller
The Lost, By: Gordon Roberts
Weep for the generations who gave their allInnocence lost in evil thrallPlaces and bloodlines consigned to the pastTo the books and the few who remember Those lives and their lossTake a terrible tollOn those who were there to regret"Not lost in vain" the victorious refrainNow here we march doomed to repeat … [Read more...] about The Lost, By: Gordon Roberts
Doll, By: Fiona Flores
She’s made of porcelainNot looking so cleanLook at her pretty eyesSuch a poor disguise I see the blood spilt on her handsSee the clock saying demandWhy can’t you seeShe is not clean Dirty as a rubbish dump But seems so pure at thatDon’t let her near the birdsLooking like a white cat … [Read more...] about Doll, By: Fiona Flores
Esteemed, By: Lauren O Sullivan
She has everything I never had like a big self esteem and an arts degree oh I wish you would leave her I’m sure you need her but I know you would be a great cheater I could be the teacher because I know how to leave her and I know how to cheat her we could be so esteemed if only you would leave her become a wife cheater I’m sure you don’t need her I mean I’m … [Read more...] about Esteemed, By: Lauren O Sullivan