With You Beside Me

With you beside me on the road of life,
companions sharing meals on river shores,
we will not wander lost in Nowhere Land
because we know the secret names we share
as we help each other no matter

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/with-you-beside-me.html

I wrote a poem five years ago, when my heart was aching from the loss of my dog. She was my shadow. I've never let anyone read it, but I've now put it on my blog. Time eventually heals, but I never forget her. After 18 months we felt ready to find a new four-legged companion and she's great.

I'm certainly not a poet and have never written one before. But I felt the urge to get some words down on paper at the time.

https://forkingmad.blog/poem-inside/

Whenever
Terror
Consumes,
Feed it light.
There is bravery
Knit into your
Bones from
The core of an
Ancient Sun.

I wrote a poem for NaPoWriMo and I was a bit angry when I wrote it. Here's the reason why.

#Poetry #Poems #Poem #Poet #Writing

https://davethepitt.substack.com/p/narked-off

I'd like to tell you
What I really think
And in my mind
What lives.
Flows the water
Of the river restless
And on the bank
I sit counting the drops
Like tears pouring.
And whisper I
Your name.
Because you are
The inhabitant
Of the land
That I call
My own heart.

-Debora Radice

@poetry

Hugh MacDiarmid 'Rebel Poet', BBC documentary, originally broadcast 1972.

“Poets are a very small minority of people who for some obscure reason, have failed to grow up. In other words, they're natural rebels.” -

https://youtu.be/0ixcMSAC1XY?si=f7R0UdWF6evdlWzl

Sunday Pages today from @gregolear #politics #literature #poetry

https://gregolear.substack.com/p/sunday-pages-the-city

Neatness Of My Progress

Through neatness of my progress to transcend
physical limits this body entails,
I stretch ardent wings of my conscious hope
broad as the sky that protects all living beings
so I can develop

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/neatness-of-my-progress.html

"He talks like the paint shrivels on a rusty railing,
like a stylus spinning static at the end of an album
like a scratchy scarf under the coat you’re sweating in,
like the thwack in a sleeping pill taken three hours ago
and you want to move—to wake up,
but you can’t, and you can’t fall back either"

#TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
She Was Quiet That Night by Robin Blackburn McBride (2025 Pinhole Poetry) https://tinyurl.com/muawjp76

Searching the night sky
Even when we see just half
The full moon is there

#DailyHaikuPrompt full moon #Haiku #Poetry

"This time we almost made our poem rhyme, This time we almost made that long hard climb, Didn't We almost make it this time?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZbOq5hRF_w #music #lyrics #poetry

Art, while challenging to chart,
Enters us through ear and eye,
Makes us often laugh and cry,
And lingers in our heart.

To have carved on the days of our vanity
A sun
A ship
A star
A cornstalk

Also a few marks
From an ancient forgotten time
A child may read…

—“A Work for Poets”: the final poem written by George Mackay Brown (1921–1996), who died #OTD, 13 April

Published in CARVE THE RUNES: Selected Poems (Polygon, 2021)

https://birlinn.co.uk/product/carve-the-runes/

"Sometimes we feel like a quiet stream, flowing gently within.
Then suddenly, the current quickens, pulling us into a whirlpool with no end in sight.
But in time, we always return to that stream.
With patience, and trust in the current inside us, carried by the streams around us."

#SilentSundaySketch