Poetry Forum

Clion, I think you're misinterpreting Kris, here. Let's not mistake cynicism for cruelty. I think it's fairly obvious that Kris feels similarly to you--and that is communicated in the softly scornful/ridiculing tone of the poem. There are no monsters here, save one. The rest of us are quite humanis...

Well Clion, You missed the point entirely, I shall say no more. Except, I shall say no more, and thats it. No seriously, thats a comment. Look the point was to capture the reality of dying in certain circumstances, very common circumstances. And I speak from experience, personal - my great grandad ...

Rattling pans clashing in their daily saucepan broil, metallic solid disguises for life, set on low heat. And you almost dead, with your transparent skin, and cardigan buttoned to the last. Your indignant dominoes, waiting for a tip. And that sickly sweet Smell of Death. Yes Oh yes I now know the s...

Very well done. The imagery is used in a refreshing way, in my opinion. Reminds me of Sting's "They Dance Alone," or perhaps the horrible history of Argentina, or China's Red Square. You may have been referring to something totally different? If so my apologies. This poem definitely touch...

SIGH FOR MADRID The dead do not weep they have left the middle state where tears are all there are to assuage grief and ever round in close embracing dance tread the opposing agencies of horror and romance One bends to plant in earth the flowers of joy it's opposite's belief is dedicated to destroy.

There is a message running through this but a lot more work needs to done on it. Old worn sayings could be replaced and an attempt to regularise the metre would be worthwhile.

TOBACCO JOY. Ah! Sweet tobacco, sheer delight, a good companion since I was young. From first taste at the age of ten I am held in enchantment of its joy since then. In the media are often heard and seen, honest spokesmen who do not indulge, argue the case for the civil right to smoke where ever, da...

Shades of Seamus here but good, quite good.

Good observation, freak weather events occur frequently but we forget quickly and imagine our climate to be monotonous and dull. We skies are too often grey but if you ever lived in a desert you would come to appreciate the benign cosseting climate we are the beneficiaries of. PS I personally disapp...

Talk and Conversation. Some people like to chatter on, their voices sound an endless song, never wavering or deterred by futile interjecting word. Rushing onward with their passage to joyously present the message. What they have to say can't wait, in Rudeness Stakes a Silver Plate. Courtesy, manners...

BLACK AND WHITE The girls I kissed in the heather of my youth long ago, had in their hearts a longing for yes but their lips could only say no. Yes and no, no and yes are opposites far apart but when people use such words do they mean it in the heart. No is black and white is yes but where is room f...

Overture To A Lady When a body gets to your age, It’s surely not a lark, for then you are heading rapidly to the seven zero mark. Your ample bosom swells with pride with thoughts of what’s achieved, there are exceptions though in small things that would leave anyone aggrieved. Badminton is like a ba...