Nettles by Vernon Scannell
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed. ‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears, That regiment of spite behind the shed: It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears The boy came seeking comfort and I saw White blisters beaded on his tender skin. We soothed him till his […]
My Journey by Vikki Bonyata
My Journey by Vikki Bonyata For most of my life I have been running, Although for the past 30 years it has been more like running in place. When I was a kid, I sat on the porch swing in the evening Looking at Mrs. Robert’s post cards Of placves far away that I could […]
Makers And Creatures by Vernon Scannell
It is a curious experience And one you”re bound to know, though probably In other realms than that of literature, Though I speak of poems now, assuming That you are interested, otherwise, Of course, you wouldn”t be reading this. It is strange to come across a poem In an old magazine, perhaps, and fail At […]
Love thy Country and Do a useful Act – Gurazada by Vijay Narayana Chilaka
“Love the country raise the Goodness. Stop the Useless talk think a Strong Useful act” ” Stride in the way leading to Wealth and Health of Nation, Have Good food, look like a Healthy man.” “If people are unhealthy, How the country makes Progress. Learn all kinds of Educations, Build a great National Wealth.” “The […]
Lesson In Grammar by Vernon Scannell
THE SENTENCE Perhaps I can make it plain by analogy. Imagine a machine, not yet assembled, Each part being quite necessary To the functioning of the whole: if the job is fumbled And a vital piece mislaid The machine is quite valueless, The workers will not be paid. It is just the same when constructing […]
Juan In Middle Age by Vernon Scannell
The appetite which leads him to her bed Is not unlike the lust of boys for cake Except he knows that after he has fed He’ll suffer more than simple belly-ache. He’ll groan to think what others have to pay As price for his obsessive need to know That he’s a champion still, though slightly […]
Incendiary by Vernon Scannell
That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze As brazen, fierce and huge, as red and gold And zany yellow as the one that spoiled Three thousand guineas’ worth of property And crops at Godwin’s Farm on Saturday Is frightening—as fact and metaphor: An ordinary […]
Human Instrument by Victoria Bukofske
The stage doesn’t feel The ballerina’s race of ribbons Nor does it sit In the cradle Of swollen feet Listening For the cat strings weep Waiting For lacquered soles To drop The ripples of rhythm In the stretch of tendons That spool the ooze Of an elongated line Acquainting the pace To the slips of […]
Early Morning by Victoria Bukofske
Pollen floated above the flax of the field, and tumbled–willingly dying to the ground– as dew drops fell in early morning. Copyright ©: Victoria Bukofske ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository of world poetry. Poetry Monster — […]
Death In The Lounge Bar by Vernon Scannell
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive Receivers on, no one could see, Or wanted to, exactly what He was, or had been, or would be; A quiet brown place, a place to drink And let thought simmer like good stock, No […]
Ageing Schoolmaster by Vernon Scannell
And now another autumn morning finds me With chalk dust on my sleeve and in my breath, Preoccupied with vague, habitual speculation On the huge inevitability of death. Not wholly wretched, yet knowing absolutely That I shall never reacquaint myself with joy, I sniff the smell of ink and chalk and my mortality And think […]
A sinners prayer by Victoria Rose
A sinners prayer by Victoria Rose Dear god, I’ve lived and I’ve learned, I’ve lost and I’ve earned, I’ve made every mistake one can make I ate a fruit off a tree and I’ve danced with a snake. My hands are all dirty, My betraying lips are bleeding and burning. I killed my own brother […]
A quiet storm by Victor A. Bueno M.
Rays flashed the storm Light unfroze darkness Night concealed world It was me? Or did you? Who will be concerned? Passion never showed Sea waves shocked rock Just sand, just sea foam Merely fearful attempts Just insane precaution And wary moderation Made our time to love VABM September 2, 2011 Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
A poodle and a hound by Victoria Rose
A poodle and a hound by Victoria Rose I had a dream That I was with God. We weren’t in Heaven, We weren’t in a place full of sobs. He took me to a place, Where the grass was extra green And there I saw a poodle, Who was freshly groomed and clean. The pretty […]
A kiss to the ground by Victoria Rose
A kiss to the ground by Victoria Rose You only read the bible when you’re weak, You only pray when you can’t sleep. You only love once you’ve lost, You expect kindness to come with a cost. Soldiers die tonight For loving the blue red and white. Children are starving right now, But your shoes […]
A City Remembered by Vernon Scannell
Unlovely city, to which few tourists come With squinting cameras and alien hats; Left under a cloud by those who love the sun And can afford to marry – a cloud of bits Of soot more myriad than gnats, a cloud Of smoke and rain, an insubstantial threat Whose colour is the pigment of long […]
A Case Of Murder by Vernon Scannell
They should not have left him there alone, Alone that is except for the cat. He was only nine, not old enough To be left alone in a basement flat, Alone, that is, except for the cat. A dog would have been a different thing, A big gruff dog with slashing jaws, But a cat […]