Poems

It's not the way that you wentThat surprised meIt's the way that I knewIt wasn't the sight of you sitting so stillThat destroyed meYou know I've seen it beforeYour skin so cold to the touchDidn't phase meI lived it half my lifeLeaving you thereFor strangers to stareIt disturbed meBut your vacant eyesReflecting the skiesWhere once was my lifeNearly killed me … [Read more...] about Devastation Before Breakfast, By: Gordon Roberts

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

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

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

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