Category: Poetry

Work-life Unbalance

I think that I might have a problem It’s not something I can ignore It’s taking over my life It’s starting to become a bore I seem to be spending too much time Earning my monthly pay I do quite like to have money But there must be an easier way I think it would…

Rhyme But No Reason

I think it’s time for a poem I said aloud one eve I haven’t written one for days At least three I do believe But what kind of poem should I write And what should it be about? Shall I deal with themes profound Or nonsense shall I spout? Philosophical and worthy Is perhaps the…

Healthy And Safety Matters

After the success of my last ‘Found Poem’, I was fairly keen to do another, but I wasn’t sure what to use as my source material. Then, like a gift, I was asked to attend Health and Safety training at work (because I’m new, not because I’m a danger to myself and colleagues). I say…

Spamaletto

The more observant among my regular readers will have noticed that I’ve been writing a lot of poetry over the last week or so. It’s mainly because I’m doing yet another WordPress course and this one is called Writing 201: Poetry. Everyday I’ve been writing a different kind of poem and thus far I’ve attempted…

The Best Remedy

Breathing is hard and I’m feeling fragile Sporadic sneezing so unable to rest Seems like this virus is here for a while I’m not in fine fettle it’s fair to suggest But the medicine I need is obvious to me My woes disappear at the sight of your smile And even unwell I feel at…

Chocolate Face

I don’t think about my skin Very often, although it is a colour That has provoked a reaction in others Both negative and at times Patronisingly positive Because my ethnicity might look Like a really nice sun tan But it isn’t a really nice sun tan. Living in a cosmopolitan town or city I am…

Escape Plan

Exhaustion weighs upon my Soul, as if on my head is a Crown of lead And offers of gold seem Preposterous Empty Promises of gifts I’ll never see Lead not gold is my continued reward Although freedom is all I require Neither lead nor gold is desired

A Little Less Perspiration

Oh empty deodorant can Why do you sit there On my bathroom shelf Mocking me with your emptiness? I should have thrown you out Several days ago When first you stopped providing me With forty-eight hour protection

Summer Wardrobe Essentials

Early one morning On a high street like any other Before the retail giants had even begun to yawn I saw a man asleep in a doorway In the window of that same establishment A well-known clothing outlet Written in garish pink, were the words ‘Summer Wardrobe Essentials’

More Haste, Less Speed

Welcome back to my regular Monday feature where I publish something that looks like it might be a poem but on closer inspection may not be a poem. Is this a poem? You decide… More Haste, Less Speed “More haste, less speed!” Said the Rabbit This was an odd thing for a rabbit to say,

This Is Not A Poem

I didn’t know what to write today, So I wrote this, And tried to make it look like a poem But it obviously isn’t a poem. Although it may qualify as a poem, In the eyes of some It definitely isn’t a poem, And the word poem is overused In my defence, I’m not that…