Category: poetry
Poetry of the week – trust and lies
| October 8, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Glass Heart The shards on the window sill Glitter as the sun sets behind their corpse, The corpse of my heart. You cut it out piece by piece, Indulging in the deliciousness of the moment. My delicate glass heart had cracked. It shattered in my chest and you, In your kindness, Picked at the fragments, Lifting them out and placing them on the sill So I would feel no pain. And now my broken heart stares at me and whispers: He lied. By Zahra-Claire Bahrani-Peacock A Game Of Lies I smile at you behind a false mask. I play my role patiently telling you what you want to hear, everything you ask. I lie to you, and you foolishly let… more
Poetry of the week – journeys
| September 18, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Photographs You see the photographs, the couple’s happy faces An embrace of pure affection. The kiss, their lips tasting each others’ sweetness A moment of happiness captured forever Then your chest starts to sink. You feel physically sick A thousand questions enter your mind A thousand thoughts come to mind The lump in your throat grows and tightens An angry hot tear emerges at the corner of your eyes and rolls down your cheek And the battle builds up inside you Until you say out loud the words ‘He lied, he always lies’. By Eleanor Willett A Cyclic Journey The mist settles and I fade into the night. I awake in the room of journeys again; it would seem… more
Poetry of the week – winners and losers
| September 3, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
London’s Burning in my Heart It starts with a small spark in the cold caverns Of a nameless place where despondency shrouds a sunken face and the sky is frozen consumed by poison Then the spark meets another And they huddle together Safe from the clutches of gloom They can exhume Hope Flames showcase a sweet embrace It holds you close Brings out the hero Then fires rage Roaring crowds London’s burning in my heart my mind my bones my being every muscle that quivers across the finish line Tonight Gold is mine By Huma Khan A call A call, a phone call. Who’d have known. One call would change all. One single decision. Who’d have known. Would cause… more
Poetry of the week – urban and rural
| July 31, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Rural solitude of the soul I roam a grassy plain gazing at the stars. From here I can be in peace and sometimes even stare at beautiful planets like Mars. I’m alone like a shadow on a wall. In solitude and isolation where no one can come to call. Yet I feel at peace, all is calm and tranquil. Yet even here that face haunts me still. Though it’s not painful but more bittersweet. The one person I wish to be with, the one goal I am only able to hope I will someday meet. I gaze upon my reflection in a river and ponder my future and what will be. But I am at peace here, nothing can hurt… more
Poetry of the week – mystery and intrigue
| July 25, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Mystery Looking into your eyes is like looking into a room full of smoke. I have a knowledge of what to expect and see but I can’t see everything I wish too, though I can always hope. Looking into you while our eyes meet there’s so much I wish to ask and to be told. However judging by your smile and the way the dodge my questions it appears I will be playing this game until I am old. Every time I get an answer to one of my questions two more appear in my head for me to ask I want to keep trying to understand the mystery that is you, a very lengthy, complex but also fun task.… more
Poetry of the week – movement
| July 9, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Motion Funny, isn’t it? How you can’t spell emotion Without motion. I won’t be the first To confess I’m absent-minded. Shifting between one thought and another, An emotion to another. Funny, isn’t it? How we’re always moving, Even when we’re not really moving. Energy Where there’s no energy, The flourishes of thoughts, The motions of emotions, Dancing around each other, Like people so often do, It’s fun to watch them, When we’re not fluttering, Off into our own worlds. By Alaa Jasim In the Inevitable Wake up. Drag the inertia out of your ears And onto your fingers. Understand Your life is a series of steps Preordained before blistered feet pound Cracked and blasted ground. God frowned on your… more
Poetry of the week – clarity and intoxication
| June 25, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
The Downs the Joyous Clarity After Cerone died and rocket girl blown away The shutters flickered, and opened; the machine Drunk on its own dreams clattered to life. The tempter was gone with its violin. The room stank Of sweetness and solitude gone stale. I don’t want to die; I don’t want To grow old; I don’t want to lie in bed On Sunday afternoons in the April thaw And think of nothing but you anymore. I don’t want to watch the light stream through The attic window, or see the particles of dust Fall in its wake, disturbed and shaken Like the atoms of you stretching in my bones. The world is noisy outside but empty here. The airtight… more
Poetry of the week – loyalty and betrayal
| June 11, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Loss They say you have to deal with it, That the pain goes away, Disappears, But it can’t, Not really. It’s an empty, brittle feeling, A dull, thudding hurt, You wish you were dreaming, But you can’t. Not really. We won’t deal, Can’t, Not with the pain, Pain founded on love, loyalty, peace, Not really. But it’s a darkness, Inside us all, And we’re drowning, In loss, In emptiness, We want the peace, Love, loyalty. But it’s not there. Not really. By Alaa Jasim Darkness lasts a life time Life is a hideous monster that engulfs you in pain, No you can’t escape its vicious wrath, its enraging mocking! When you are pushed away, turned away, neglected, who do… more
Poetry of the week – open (part 2)
| May 30, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
And I smiled And I smiled. For that which was to come, Sat still off. Pain which would sway, Pain which was to shake, Pain which was to take, Pain which would choke. For a moment I saw Beauty in the trees and sun. That now? No more For that which was to come Sat till off. And I smiled. By Ellys Sugarman Dōjō Looking at you, I know You hate me; don’t worry, I Wouldn’t worry about it mate I hate you too. Every time we get called out to spar We take the time to pummel each other To senseless sacks of meat, pretending We’re sandbags with newspaper cutting Faces stuck on with superglue, boo to you… more
How to bluff your way through English poetry: the 20th century, part 1
| May 28, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
In these articles I will attempt to give a brief overview of a century’s worth of poetry that I consider to be worth reading. I can’t possibly cover every great poet of the century, but hopefully I will offer a fairly non-pretentious dabble into the world of poetry for those people tentatively approaching the subject, or for those who feel they ought to have at least minimal knowledge in order to use the best chat-up lines. Seamus Heaney I encountered Heaney during my GCSE English exam alongside another poet called Gillian Clarke (whose work I enjoyed less). I was impressed by both Heaney’s winning of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995 and the original way he approaches often quite ordinary subject matters. The poem At… more
