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Golden Girl
Golden Girl - a poem about the perils of social media.
Lambasting wave, sixty feet high with Stygian heart, Which, with familiar thump, approaches like Allegro to vivace to prestissimo, matching my dread.
Surface tension gives way, a smashed watermelon, And whetted words sloosh from the puncture to Cascade frothily towards the girl, small and golden.
Not drenched by your carping fracture, but impaled. Cornered, she. How I wish to swipe the supercilious
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Pastry
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When
When - a poem
Can we walk together when the stars aren’t drowning
Can I put my hand in yours when the world isn’t on fire
Can I rest on your shoulder when the moon isn’t falling and go through the rest of time together
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Ismail Mohamed Abdulwahab
In memory of Ismail Mohamed Abdulwahab
Over Eternal Gardens, Shrivelled daffodils looked on, As slowly, the black van approaching, Carried souls beautiful whilst they shone.
His coffin was carried by strangers, Dressed all in white and in blue, As if they were clouds high above him, The world had been cleaved right in two.
With blue-bagged shoes they lowered him, With their masks they hid their grief. The fresh dug soil waited beside,
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2.4.20
2.4.20 - A poem about things I nearly did today. #napowrimo
Today I threw a pick axe at the TV, The volume loud, each word screaming at me, And I couldn’t find the remote.
Today I plopped the radio in boiling water, The plug went in too, wires to slaughter, Jeremy Vine silenced at last.
Today I gave my phone to my dog, He chewed it merrily to dust, And I sat in ignorance.
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A Letter for Today
A Letter for Today. I can't be the only person who HATES April 1st? So, I wrote a poem letter. #amwritingpoetry #poem #poetry #abitoffun
March has turned her back on you, You’re as foolish as your name. I’m here to tell – sorry, it’s true, This year will be your final game.
The reason? Well, I thought you’d know… No one likes your maleficent ways (Apart from horrid uncle Joe). You’re the worst of all the days.
Buckets over doors and cling film on the loo, A doomed tradition, your ‘surprises’ stink, Don’t get me started on super…
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Do Remember They Can't Cancel The Spring
An ekphrastic poem based on the newest work by David Hockney. #poetry #amwritingpoetry #coronavirus
(After Hockney 2020)
Do remember they can’t cancel the spring, That March clouds will still pass above our heads, And upon your fence fattened birds will sing, To lambs who jump with the joy of living, And children sniggering beneath their beds.
Do remember they can’t cancel the spring, Grass will grow and the sun will rise again, You are allowed to think of something more, Than the firmly closed…
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Pantoum For Dead Daffodils My daffodils are dying Possibly already dead Stalks limp as if implying I’m in over my head…
Return
Return - A poem written using the prompt words on a train ticket.
Super humans, building a world upon wires and paper Valid in the friendly light of day but when the sun sphere falls From fragile skies leaving stars and moon To glare down on our sickening wreckage with their disgust twinkling See through the bricks, a sapling
Return is not in our nature; to undo what has been done Exchangeable society, we pride ourselves on change but Travel from familiarity Cla…
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The Media. Virus this And scaremongering thatBleachEverything statOr you'll be next in hospitalIts behind youFluNevermind genocideHeadline news
'I Have A Problem With Achievement' - a poem. Why bent so crassly must achievement lay Upon the broad and fleshy shoulders of Success? To you, my friend, I wouldn't be…
Fear
Fear. A poem title that needs no explanation.
Fear wakes me Soul terrified Pillow sodden Nightly tides
Clouds tinged pink Moon’s harbinger Breath mists Courage cinders
Yellow light flees Replaced by white Beneath the covers Curl up tight
Hear the breathing Deep and wrong Death a’knocking Wicked song
Heart gallops Like footsteps come Eyes fastened Hope succumbs
Hand on blanket Peeled away See the night But not the day
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Choc Choc
For ages I've been banging on about writing a poem which is a bit more upbeat. So here it is. Choc Choc - A children's poem inspired by Michael Rosen.
Mum had a surprise, she said, It was my birthday you see. Is it an xbox, my green eyes said, But she just smiled at me.
And from her Tesco bag for life, She pulled an enormous cake. My jaw fell open in such surprise, I said, you’ve made a mistake!
A mistake? She asked, with a frowny face. I said, I won’t eat a crumb. This dull old cake is a disgrace! Where’s my choc choc mum?
My mum shouted up…
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Memories At Night
What to do with memories unforgotten, That follow like rolling thunder, Memories too stubborn to scrub away, Abrading still, after years have passed by, The pain no longer sharp, But rounded like pebbles on a beach.
Do you remember, In the stagnant blue of night when, The sound of darkness guides the past back, And melancholy sours the comfort of sleep, The past poisons pretty dreams, Still…
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Procrastination
Why is most of my writing time taken up by a place in the sun?
Why won't they listen?
I've been trying to think of a way to motivate myself recently. I have written nearly 40,000 words of my first novel and I am barely a quarter of the way through the rough plan (that only exists in my head) for my novel. But most of the time I'm just trying to stop my main characters going off on enormous tangents and doing unnecessary things. They are really quite rebellious and don't listen to me at all. I've read that for a first draft you should just write and write and write. This worked well at first but I've found myself lacking recently. My characters just won't get to the damn point! It's very frustrating. Has anybody got any behaviour management techniques for rogue heroines?