Poetry Forum

yeah im with a.s., like this a lot....and that's a woman's perspective!

thanks lobster. it's interesting that you read it as not being driven by lust - what i meant was that i had expected the other feelings of anger silence and suspicion but the lust was unexpected! thought about making this clearer since you said that but now i kind of like the ambiguity. not sure tho...

Furtive like tigers We shift position in the darkened room Noises from outside give us leave to do whatever We please and yet we skirt the issue politely Until it’s impossible to ignore when our eyes meet Piercing what should not be pierced And my fidgeting hands somehow find your skin And yours fin...

on a slightly different track but TGs poem got me thinking like this.... I wanted it to be you It’s not that I’ve abandoned you But somehow or other I have to move on And whilst it hurts me to laugh with him At least it is laughter How can I do the things with him I did with you? Our ghosts are ever...

it's interesting you should interpret it that way. it's actually about vomiting but i think the character in the poem probably abuses sex in the same way as food, drink, drugs....
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i think this a is a really beautiful poem a.s. it really struck me because i have a childhood memory of looking through rain-drenched windows and listening to another simon & garfunkel song: so I countinue to continue to pretend my life will never end and flowers never bend with the rainfall try...

thanks....it was difficult to submit this one. as for the difficult lines - i think i just wasn't brave enough to be more direct, so i may have bungled it a bit!
des

guilty as sin my belly sucks in mud and dirt and flies to fill the hole left by your abstraction consuming anything I have to hand - I’d eat rubber if I thought it would hurt enough but nothing does; so I go on cramming in the poison that numbs me and when it gets too much I hit eject pulling the pl...

Thank you. it keeps my mind busy to write but being read is a relatively new pleasure for me.
Des

When the mists rise And the spring comes again I shall still be Sad you’re gone The city will mourn Your absence like A dead baby Losing weight Turning the corner It is not your face I shall see But someone else’s Shining, hopeful But not you and therefore Grey, empty When you rest your head Against...

cameron: of course, i'd be honoured!
cam: thanks i'm glad you enjoyed it. "misty embryonic eye" i like that.
Des

thanks tom. x

I am thinking of you As I make scrambled eggs. As I crack the hard shell on the side of a deep glass bowl and pour out the goo inside, There’s always a risk Some bits of shell will get mixed in; I claw them out with a fork Then add milk, butter, herbs And begin to whisk The milk and yoke appear not ...

thanks cam. i value your opinion.
des

They said it on the radio today: This is officially the most depressing day of the year. Immediately I began to feel anxious; I don’t feel particularly depressed today – I felt worse than this last week I’ll no doubt feel doubly bad tomorrow; Saturday’s shaping up to be a real horror And if I make i...

hey, thanks. it's good to be back. couldn't face anyone for a while. am resurfacing now. like the phoenix. (i hope.) CA is that california? i wonder what london is like there. got to be less dreary than this one right now.....

circles the steady beat of your mouth running ripples around mine the paining seep of dust pegs my hands down to more pain rooted in desire I seek nothing more than I am nothing less than take with you what you will solid is not my strong point madness takes a firm hold but not today, today I am sur...

Book 4: Milton does sex (puritan style) "....Shee as a vail down to the slender waste Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dissheveld, but in wanton ringlets wav'd As the Vine curles her tendrils, which impli'd Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yeilded, by him best receivd, Yei...

Cam - my advice re paradise lost is skip straight to book 8 where eve gets her wanton ringlets out for the snake

I think sometimes people confuse simplicity with cliche, that's what I think. personally i prefer plain truth to flowery rhetoric. i also think few pieces of literature warrant their length and we should always be looking to concentrate rather than expand; this could be because i have a short attent...

at the risk of sounding like a thick brit, what dialect is this written in? and this is probably not relevant but as an actor im interested in poets who write in different voices - is this your voice? either way the character comes across really strongly...

(another spacey one for you Arco....) Plankton me I am one of many an indistinguishable figure confederate of the univeral ghostly mass - and all who sail in her - breathing in time living in line falling together in time - all fall down - we can be secure of then why do I (a skeletal breather) see ...

i'll do it

i like this poem; i also find train stations remarkably inspirational for poetry. do you know larkin's station poems? like "The Whitsun Weddings", or "Going, Going"? speaking of which i must go and book my train home for christmas....

thanks for your comments guys. i like the mask idea. the hat thing was a tribute to the arbitrary every day decisions people make based on assumptions about other people. im not a trekkie actually - i rarely watch anything to do with space - perhaps it terrifies me too much to entertain. at the same...