This is the contemporary poetry section where you’ll find poems, stories, and reflections on people, politics, life, and news.
The number of people suffering from dementia is on the rise. Many families have to find ways of coping. Mom is a dementia poem. Mom – A Dementia Poem Mom thinks I’m a burglar sitting in the high-chair tossing milk-drenched rice crispies on the floor, were she sat and cried about her sister, dead 50…
Fickle is a poem about Eve, a woman whose impact on the way we view women is beyond doubt. Fickle – A Poem About Eve Some say Eve had an alibi, some say she’s as guilty as us. From what I’ve been told by the good guy I fall in with those who’ll always justify…
Sand is a new beginnings poem, a reflection on finding ways to stand up and look up. Sand – New Beginnings Poem Now sand drops off my face, gets blown out of my mouth, and watergushes in to takes its place but in truth, it always shelters, even when the sand scrapes and clogs up…
The Cat and Me is a poem about support centring on thoughts on how facing tough times together is easier than doing it alone. The Cat and Me – Poem About Support Down low, I could see an injured catHalf dead and barely able to breatheIn dark lanes, where no one ever stops to chatfitting…
This is a communication poem, a reflection on the Tower of Babel, communication, ambition, and divinity. The Tower of Babel – Communication Poem Bullish builders fire-bake bricks and conjure up a tower to bypasses clouds and stars, to run off algebra / stoking God who angles words, cubes letters, divides plans, multiplies fractions and sets…
This is a war haiku, a reflection on the violence and nonsensical nature of war. War Haiku Get out now, they saypinning down blasted bodies,no legs to kick them.
The Corset is a freedom poem, a reflection on the interplay between personal freedom, personal choices, circumstances, and expectations. The Corset – Freedom Poem The maid stood at the tall Georgian window, yards away from Elizabeth, pulling the strings to tighten the corset around her ribs until the sweet sharp pain struck. By now, the…
The Green, Green Grass Beyond the Wall is a dream poem, a reflection on seeking change when and where necessary. The Green, Green Grass Beyond the Wall The grass beyond the wall, yes, it’s greener on the far side of the fence. So what if I’d like to run my naked toes across a thick…
This is a PTSD poem and a tribute to Mary, a wonderful old lady I was privileged to meet many years ago. Mary was elegant, stunning, delicate, and fierce. Mary – PTSD Poem They say a bomb hit the hospital where nurse Mary was working during the Second World War. Her frail body is still…
