Poetry Forum

Hello Blue Moon When you head bang against brick it hurts - doesn't it? Not sure? Bang harder. :) J. Oh sorry J haha Am I not making it clear enough? Akmal Shaikh was a British muslim who was executed by China for drug smuggling, about two years, you might remember, I don't know. I wrote that poem ...

Perhaps David. I'm not sure I ever intended it to flow from one thing into another... it was just a series of statements. Writing with little omission. The poem is about a bisexual. The 'you' is the girl I'm speaking to; she seems to struggle to grasp the world. And the 'them' refers to everyone who...

Hullo BlueMoon I've been struggling with this..... "It's raining in New York," Silver said. "It's been raining now for two years and whatever you have put aside, now is the time to use it. These are the days that they were put aside for." The above is the Google quote on your qu...

Oh, this metropolis glows In the morning sun. What a cliché. But nothing to spoil The morning. Yet. And there, the beat of Adolescence carries on, But is suddenly interrupted By A drum. Storm clouds gather, a tsunami of Ash decides to fall. "It is raining in New York." But to be honest, I'...

Haiku passenger,
Forever moving onward;
To where, I don't know.

Joey Ramone?

Yes, a very nice first poem to post.

Re: The 'toss' bit... I like the colloquialism there, and so stand on the fence between 'toss' and 'damn'

Keep it up.

Still finding and developing a style... this one is a more recent one, written for a friend. Appreciate any thoughts like last time, and I promise you better. For the moment, this is just to get them down. Purple You, Purple Them. Don't you forget them. Who cares who it is, That you choose to kiss?...

So who's the mysterious Arabian sheik to which you refer? I'm not so sure about bringing yourself into such a poem. Better to concentrate on your outspoken critic of the West I'd have thought. Tends to water things down otherwise. 'Tis? Yuk. It's opinionated stuff, but doesn't really say anything o...

There stands he, The man ready for them To drag him down to The old chair, where he'll sit. Waiting for death, Not long now, old man, Not long to go now Before they do away with you. Not long before they lift their guns And fire blankly. 'Tis sad to think of, But not surprising; Not surprising behav...

Great potential coming through.... I've said before, I think it's great when people write about real life and don't just force out some shit about nothing anybody cares about. It's real life observation, and that is the poetry I like best.

I really enjoy the underlying, subtle humour. To quote Ryan Adams, "the fools we are as men." I enjoyed the different uses of the words 'too' and 'two' in the second stanza, and especially like the personification of the eyes in that same stanza. I think it's great to see people still writ...