The Last Poppy

The last poppy.

#anti-war.

Here I stand alone,

Blowing in the breeze,

The last of my kind,

Red.

The bombs of man,

Have finally stopped,

Witness to man’s demise,

Alone.

Scorched blackened earth,

Weapons of war defunct,

No more man,

Death.

Red,

The last of my kind,

Blowing in the breeze,

Here I stand.

I dream

. . . the sun’ll come up . . .

I dream.

#quadrille, #dversepoetspub, #antiwar

Melancholy dreams darken my heart,
Fractured sunrises over war torn lands.

Fractured sunrises forever.

Belief of the greedy weapons dealers,
Propaganda selling arms as peace keepers.

Peace never reached.

Fractured dreams of peace and love,
Melancholy sunrises over promised cease fires.

Never being realised.

© rog leach 02/06/2025

its my favourite evening at #dversepoetrypub. yes quadrille night thanks to Lillian for the sunrise prompt.

A quiet #quadrille

Quadrille #224 – Walk quietly in my dreams

Welcome to #quadrille Monday. hosted over on #dversepoetspub this evening by kim in north northfolk.

the crows a watercolour by Anjouska McDonald.

A quiet poet.
#quadrille, #dversepoetrypub, #antiwar,

Load, load, load up the quiet,
Before your words take flight.

Listen, listen, listen to others loud,
Before your words fight back.

Heal, heal, heal in natures warmth,
Before your words lose meaning.

Watch, watch, watch others war propaganda,
Use your poems for peace. 

© 19/05/2025 rog leach

word tangle.

Quadrille #223 – Untangle It

Word tangled.

#quadrille, #word@thewharf, #dversepoetspub,

Tangy words, of love,
Not man’s best friends tonight.

Tongue twisted and tied,
Tangling over our simple.
 Joyful Words,

Tied tongue knotting,
Over poems often,
 Spoken, tangled tongues.

Live poems with friends,
All tongue tangled,
 Word @ the wharf,
Legendry night of tangy words.

© 05/05/2025 rog leach.

Hello again #dversepoetrypub. Tonight's #quadrille we have been asked to write using the tangle reminded me of an evening at a monthly spoken word meet up I attend. one evening last year a number of those who shared their words got tongue tied including myself.

rat race

Quadrille #222: There’s no alternative

Rat race exit.
#quadrille, #beachlife, #dverse 

Moonlit beach calls,
Oceanic salt-spray,
Melts tensions, mind altered 
Driftwood fire sputters sparks upwards.

Moonlit beach calls,
Waves crashing,
Shifting shingle,
My state of mind settling.

Moonlit beach calls,
Rat race rejected,
Praying at the altar,
No longer chasing own tail.

Moonlit beach calls. 

© 21/04/2025 rog leach.

Hooray its quadrille time again. my favourite #dversepoetrypub prompt .