Tag: #quadrille

silent heart

Shhhhhhh…….Quiet, Please!
Silent heart.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub.

Worn out and tattered,
Emptied and used,
Abused.

Dilapidation set in long ago,
Threadbare and scuffed,
Molested.

Quietly hoping and praying,
Silent heart still beats,
Battered.

Silence it’s shield,
Protection from over loving,
Surviving.

Worn out and tattered,
Emptied and used,
Abused silent heart.

© 23/03/2026 rog leach

Thanks Lillian for such a provocative word for toady Quadrille for tonight’s season at the @#dversepoetspub.

Revolution #quadrille.

REVOLUTION. #QUADRILLE

#revolution


Tormented yes, living somebody else’s dream,
Bullied into dying for psychopath’s dream.

Why give psychopaths ruling power!

Love thy neighbours, till psychopath,
Orders you to destroy another’s home.

Revolution time, no more nations,
No more reasons for war,
Transform our thinking.

LET’S END BLOODSHED!

© 17/04/2023 rog leach

Bat Twitch #quadrille.

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Bat twitch.

#quadrille.

The art of the darkness,
Twitches, shudders,
That splash of neon light.

Alive in the blackness,
Demanding Needs,
That splash of neon light.

Reaching from the darkness,
This frantic bat,
Twitching in pink neon.

Trying to fill this void,
Opaque Blackness,
Dressed up as neon.

Feb 2026
Rog leach

lonely hunger.

Q242 Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry
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A Lonely hunger.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub

I hunger for sunsets,
Beach sunsets fire lit.

The gnawing emptiness,
Of beach sunrise alone and cold,
Grey and hollowed out.

Good companionship missing,
As sunsets again,
Over the remains of my heart.

I hunger to walk hand in hand,
Into the setting sun.

© 23/02/2026  rog leach

welcome to my favourite prompt at the #dversepoetrypub quadrille night. what do we hunger for tonight. What a great chose of word for this evening.

upside down

Quadrille #239: Smile! 
Upside down!
#quadrille.

Turning frowns upside down,
Always, always a good friend.

Sweet treats upside down,
Sticky, sticky sour shoes.

Turning my black brain upside down, 
Smile, you sick f****s.

Sweet treats upside down,
Sticky. Sticky sour shoes.


Turning frowns upside down,
Always, always a good friend.

© 12/01/2026 rog leach

welcome back #Dversepoetrypub. trying to smile through a scrambled head after returning to work after to long a break. where i sat not doing much for longer than I normally  do.
wibbly wobbly mind