Super Poetry Slam

Here I try my hand at a spot of poetry. It's something I've never really done much of but if I don't try I'll never get better I guess. Constructive criticism appreciated, this is something I'm new to!

Cherry

Tails

It’s like two sides of a coin, heads you win and tails you just have to hit snooze, 2, 3 more times. Why bother? When the thought of getting out of bed

A Quid Each

The windows are dirty and caked with grime, we can’t clean them, we can’t find the time. Crumbs swept under chairs as they fall on the floor.

Annalong

A little poem about my home town, Annalong. Not sure whether I have found memories or bad memories of it, I think a mix of both. I tried to reflect them both here.
Gold cherry

Can I Be Brutally Honest?

There’s something stupid in the way you smile, and I find that despite all the miles between me and you, and the piles of letters, you’re the only one I don’t know any better.
Cherry

Canvas Shoes and Concrete Blues

We sat on the bridge with a bottle between us, One brown bag and two black eyes, The smell of disinfectant and hospitals,

Dead Gods by the Sea Shore

Like craggy old faces of an ancient god, Stoically staring at the sea. They don’t move, don’t even nod, From their pedestals, they cannot flee. The force of nature withering and wearing,

JC

Jesus Christ, There’s nothing up there but the sensation of falling and there’s nothing down here but a sick urge to rise. I want to float to the top Be the cream of the crop,

Shedding Our Summer Skin

The grass tickled the back of my neck, less like the earth, and more like a bed, the rays of the sun warmed my face. All of this heat, caught up in my head. Her eyes are like sunflowers,

Little Bumblebee

Bumblebee, you can’t sting me! I’m allergic, you see. I know you don’t care, But don’t you dare Point that thing at me. If you pierce my skin, Then neither of us win.
Cherry

Every Snowflake

Every snowflake on her face, Somehow seemed out of place. How could it settle on someone, Who never settled? Every moment ran like a race, Time never even touched her face.

Relics From A Bygone Era

Feet and hands are useless, their labours and toils are fruitless. Flesh and body replaced with steel, and dead hands, with no means to feel. Metal, with oil and grease below,

Sin

She is like a ghost, a bloated corpse of dead days, With her multitudes writing and grinding, as the Curses of their god rain on their heads. An orgy of ignorance, wrapped up in lies

Get Lost

I got lost today, Following the treaden path. The footprints pressed into the earth and the smell of a day’s birth. The wind was a roar and it rushed through my ears.

My Time Capsule

I locked my time capsule, filling it with a lungful of 21st century air and a smattering of useless trinkets. You wouldn’t think it, but I’ve been trapped between decades,

Nelly the Elephant

When I broke my arm, he was by my side. A long grey trunk, and big ol’ sympathetic eyes. Floppy ears to fan my feverish face, and a little hand to hold my heart in place.
Cherry

Simple Maths

He bullshitted it as the idea of simple maths, trying to explain away faith in fractions, disasters in decimals, mayhem in multiplication. The list goes on, I digress,

James Told Me That Stuff Actually Works

In the basement mixing medicine, next to a bathtub loaded with nitro-glycerine. Glass beakers alphabetised and shattered, our faces are beaten and battered.
Cherry

She Sends Sea Shells

There’s nothing along this old shore but ghosts, no matter what the old man said, I see no treasure, no pleasure, no myth and no glee. The sun pounds a tattoo in my brain and it roasts

You're The Most Miserable **** I've Ever Met

I can’t do pull ups, and I can’t touch my toes, and sometimes in my periphery I notice my nose. I own this body and it owns me, and even I fear