I hate getting four buses: Lothian buses you are such a state and not worth my one pound fifty at any rate The driver
Category: 3rd Year – Poetry
A Fine Line – A Haiku
Uploading deep thoughts, Sharing creations online. Did I save? Bugger.
Melopsitticus
Some may hear a deafening scream, I hear an Australian ancestral song. He may not have a six-foot wingspan But he’s my little handheld parrot.
Urban haiku
Urban haiku By Debbie Giggle Big Issue Scylla and Watchtower Charybdis force boots on minced kebab
4 haikus of varying quality
by Robbie Michie Family A vast empty field. Unique generations of exactly the same.
Haiku poems
By Kieran Fallon Daze of summer, memories.
Gilmore Girls – A haiku
The Gilmore girls pact: Give lip, lie, quip, kiss and cry mom, daughter, best friend
Young Love; A Collection of Poems
By Robbie Michie The Chase Like a fish in a net, you caught my eye. Drowning the old thoughts from my shallow mind. You
Hear Ye
nature’s splendour
An Imagist Poem
The wild unknown brimming with reverie A directionless hope of somewhere else ∼ Every bit every edge everywhere
Modern Schism
It is February in Edinburgh, When the rest of the world appears. Not a pressure that occupies this city, that city, this world or that.
Cities Dripping in Forgotten Memories
Age old rock on primal grounds. Twisted streets run red with blood. Scarlet pouring between cobbles, Seeping into forgotten memories. Trodden day and trodden night,
His Last Journey
We climb into the car, together and alone, The door clicks, locking us into place, We sit on display for all to see, As we
Imagism Exercise
The Sea and an Office Block The vast wave rushes across the ground floor as dull desks and dull workers swim in its ferocious tide,
Rosie and Jim
I am the ghost of our life together In our lives, I was a shadow
Ballad of Biff the Dog
Biff, brown Biffer the Labrador bullet. Bolted like an avalanche of dark, frothy chocolate. Hillsides, glades, parks, the front bumpers of cars, all these places
Life Together
For years you fixed me Made me whole. I left you a renewed songbird, Serenading, Singing your praises.
Bloodbuzz
Cutting a path through the sleepy haze; What remains is sleepier still. My blood is in revolt from the sun’s heat, While wise words from
MOMENTS OF TRUTH
Moments of truth- shy, short and silent. Unspoken, yet so powerful. They come and go, living life of their own. Intangible, yet inescapable.
