Today's poet

[Hanneke]

Dum...
Deedum...
Dumdeedumdeedum...
It is spring
at last...

[Hanneke]

Your Name

Stirring, I turn, letting your name
tumble from still sleep-bound lips onto my pillow
where it lays, warming today's first thoughts
it's power lightens, fades the stalking loss of night
sears the fears of absence, the years of silence
- this is love, your name, your image
lays close
as real as landscape,
and that smile, those blue eyes of acceptance
I'v woken into my dream,
the unspoken secret of a life time's heartbeats
a 'Lovely Day' made true,
your name.

WOW! Love it!

[Hes]

:thumbup: that made me laugh a lot Hanneke. I've just spent the last twenty minutes trying to write a poem that encapsulates my excitement that spring is here and failed miserably. This says it all!

Dum...
Deedum...
Dumdeedumdeedum...
It is spring
at last...

[Nathaniel Lee]

Plastic Rose.

Crowds of suitors block your way,
With their multitude of gifts and flowers,
I sit in the corner you can't hear what i say,
You look but don't see me i've been there hours.

They carry on with their floral tributes,
I've been there decades i wonder if she knows,
Old and fat i still can't send the band with flutes,
All i have as always is my plastic rose.


Matt.

[freckle]

Plastic Rose.

Crowds of suitors block your way,
With their multitude of gifts and flowers,
I sit in the corner you can't hear what i say,
You look but don't see me i've been there hours.

They carry on with their floral tributes,
I've been there decades i wonder if she knows,
Old and fat i still can't send the band with flutes,
All i have as always is my plastic rose.


Matt.

nice work matt good to see you back!

I am off to the "poetry slam" at the tyneside cinema tonight...apparently this lady is going to be on...

Ravish your lover while you still love her
Tanya Davis

(this poem is) to my lovers who were once the suns in my skies: i am sorry that i never ravished you enough and that there is nothing to be done about the passing of time

remember your lovers
but, especially, don't forget them, while they are in your bedroom
with their hair dishevelled and their clothes strewn
make sure you notice them as they stand before you
as there they lie
tell them that you're touched a thousand times
of every inch take a picture with your unabashed eye
because this will change, as pictures fade, so love does die

smell your lovers, their wide open skin
like bare shoulders, before toast, in the morning
pheremones will be what you don't know you miss
when you're standing beside x's
feeling suddenly nostalgic
could be soap, could be freshly-washed clothes
most likely its the mix of hidden chemicals
the silent scent
that perfumers will never get
but you will remember it
long after love goes

hold your lovers close
as you are drifting off, sharing oxygen and oxytocin both
memorize the napes of their necks, the crooks of their wrists, the way their breathing rises and falls
knees get cuddled only in one kind of spot
and they will miss this once the spoon is gone
like you will miss the puzzle when you don't get to be a part
and, so, while you are
with your limbs entangled in ways that warm your heart
remember to notice it
so that the last night doesn't go by without you noticing
and suddenly it's over and only in the sunshine do you know these things
while you pine for one more chance to lay with your loved one when night is falling
so, hold your lovers close while you're in their company

this is a plea, mostly for me, so i may remember next time i am a puzzle piece
as well, for the lovers i have held and known
who have been my comforts
and also my abrasions
i have daydreamed about the days when we were first mating
and of the love we made then
like we were scorched earth and it was raining

[freckle]

Your Name

Stirring, I turn, letting your name
tumble from still sleep-bound lips onto my pillow
where it lays, warming today's first thoughts
it's power lightens, fades the stalking loss of night
sears the fears of absence, the years of silence
- this is love, your name, your image
lays close
as real as landscape,
and that smile, those blue eyes of acceptance
I'v woken into my dream,
the unspoken secret of a life time's heartbeats
a 'Lovely Day' made true,
your name.

this is absolutely awesome mossy...well impressed!

is also really enjoyed hanneke's little poem so sweet

[Alf]

Plastic Rose.

Crowds of suitors block your way,
With their multitude of gifts and flowers,
I sit in the corner you can't hear what i say,
You look but don't see me i've been there hours.

They carry on with their floral tributes,
I've been there decades i wonder if she knows,
Old and fat i still can't send the band with flutes,
All i have as always is my plastic rose.


Matt.

Excellent poem Matt

[Alf]

nice work matt good to see you back!

I am off to the "poetry slam" at the tyneside cinema tonight...apparently this lady is going to be on...

Ravish your lover while you still love her
Tanya Davis

(this poem is) to my lovers who were once the suns in my skies: i am sorry that i never ravished you enough and that there is nothing to be done about the passing of time

remember your lovers
but, especially, don't forget them, while they are in your bedroom
with their hair dishevelled and their clothes strewn
make sure you notice them as they stand before you
as there they lie
tell them that you're touched a thousand times
of every inch take a picture with your unabashed eye
because this will change, as pictures fade, so love does die

smell your lovers, their wide open skin
like bare shoulders, before toast, in the morning
pheremones will be what you don't know you miss
when you're standing beside x's
feeling suddenly nostalgic
could be soap, could be freshly-washed clothes
most likely its the mix of hidden chemicals
the silent scent
that perfumers will never get
but you will remember it
long after love goes

hold your lovers close
as you are drifting off, sharing oxygen and oxytocin both
memorize the napes of their necks, the crooks of their wrists, the way their breathing rises and falls
knees get cuddled only in one kind of spot
and they will miss this once the spoon is gone
like you will miss the puzzle when you don't get to be a part
and, so, while you are
with your limbs entangled in ways that warm your heart
remember to notice it
so that the last night doesn't go by without you noticing
and suddenly it's over and only in the sunshine do you know these things
while you pine for one more chance to lay with your loved one when night is falling
so, hold your lovers close while you're in their company

this is a plea, mostly for me, so i may remember next time i am a puzzle piece
as well, for the lovers i have held and known
who have been my comforts
and also my abrasions
i have daydreamed about the days when we were first mating
and of the love we made then
like we were scorched earth and it was raining

Enjoy your night out freckle it sounds fun! Nice post as well

[Alf]

And for those not keen on Spring or think April is the cruelest month

Spring

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

[Hes]

Welcome back Matt and this is a great poem!

Plastic Rose.

Crowds of suitors block your way,
With their multitude of gifts and flowers,
I sit in the corner you can't hear what i say,
You look but don't see me i've been there hours.

They carry on with their floral tributes,
I've been there decades i wonder if she knows,
Old and fat i still can't send the band with flutes,
All i have as always is my plastic rose.


Matt.