by HillWalker | Nov 23, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
BASED ON Hope is a Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson Hope is a ball of sunshine That nestles in your mind And whispers the words you cannot hear And never dulls at all. And brightest in the storm it beams And black must be the clouds- That could dim its tenacious...
by michaeloconnor | Nov 22, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
The kids are gone to bed Finally, peace at last I tap the app and wait Just one more game. The small hand points to the ceiling there’s a quiet creek from upstairs I wait in the lobby Just one more game. The small hand is horizontal My wife will kill me when she...
by Billybeanwrites | Nov 20, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
Why do things get stuck in your head Stuck in your head Stuck in your head Why do things get stuck in your head Stuck in your head Stuck in your head Why do things get stuck in your shoe Stuck in a tree Stuck in the loo, Why do things get stuck in your teeth Stuck in...
by nicola | Nov 9, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
This afternoon, I am grateful to have been inspired by HillWalker’s gratitude poem on #WritersByNight to sit down with a cup of tea and write a poem about gratitude. I am grateful for this cup of tea: My indifference to the decaf teabag, a painless transition. Fresh...
by RossYoung | Nov 7, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
The Table (Response to a poem by Edip Cansever) A woman full of fear came home She put her bag on the table Put her pen and her notebook there She put her phone there And the Radio Times On the table she put all the things that were dear to her Photos of her family...
by HillWalker | Oct 18, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
A poem written during the covid 19 lockdown when I was unable to visit my elderly, vulnerable parents and my childhood home. Imagining the day that I would be able to make that journey and shout ‘Rwy’n Gartfef!’ (I’m Home!) as I walked through...
