a poem of 44 words
Dark tonight.
#quadrille, #dversepoetrypub
Stars tonight’s sparklers,
Laying in my heart’s darkness,
Hearing her singing our love.
Our sparklers my only light,
Her ghost’s bearing here,
Keeping me company.
My sparkle leaving,
No live since her leaving,
Our Tomb of memories,
All that is left.
I join her.
© 20/10/2025 rog leach
Its quadrille night here at #dverspoetrypub. happy Diwali to all who celebrate.
Subtle hints.
#quadrille, #naturescall, #poetry,
Morning suns’ frosty glints,
This son subtly hints.
At the quality of the print.
On.
Invites to a sick day,
Out and about from decay,
Nature’s call to play.
Now.
Mind forced into frown,
Work calling us into town,
Lets’ Run before we drown.
©27/01/2025 rog leach
welcome to another #qudrille monday @ #dversepoetspub todays word of choice is “hint”
SKETCHY. Imposter they should shout, But they don’t. Sketchy feeling imposter I feel, But not to them. Hiding under mighty oak, Small acorn drops. From which mighty oak grew, Learning all the way. Imposter they say! No, you’re not, The poet imposter I still feel. © 27/11/2023 rog leach
Hi all this evening we have been prompted here @ #dversepoetspub to write a quadrille using the word #sketch. after a visit to an open mic last night full of talented musicians playing around me. all I had to offer was some spoken word I felt like an imposter. but was very warmly received.
We all have days of the mad bad kind. some swear and shout. some slam doors and make a noise. Others bake F**k B*m pie by the light of the moon. so for tonight’s #quadrille challenge at #dverse poets pub a pie has been baked by the light of the moon.
Pie day! #quadrille #moon
#baddaypie
By the light of the moon he bakes,
It is time, time for bad day pie.
You stir in a dollop of frustration,
Mixed with a hefty helping of what the F**K.
Best served cold, cold, cold.
To the bum who upset your day.
© 13/11/2023 rog leach
hello all at #dversepoetspub hope you have not folded under the pressure of life.
Winged message. Atop city’s highest tower, wind unfolds, Taking folded paper planes out, Out, Out, Over cityscape. Apon each a hand written, Poem of peace and love, spread, Spread, Spreading, Over lost cityscape. Folding peace and love Back into lost souls’ heart, Of Hearts, Reviving peace. © 16/10/2023 rog leach
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