POP-Star Poetry
 

for Bob & Nico in Paris, 1964 This time I will name you Boaz I will cleave you from my head and ripen you in my womb I will address you...

Pure mist with fair drops fell to soothe the tapestry lush green. Your golden voice mesmerise and appeal, descending joyfully in dyllic...

The Lock Bow And Pendant Today I came across your pendant That I gifted you on a silver chain It is my most beautiful memory I have of...

We were launched in a time of supernatural splendor. We traveled distances measured in light. We were new invaders. We didn’t bear much...

It does not breath Or bleed But it’s alive It’s with me Wherever I go Things I find Sights I’ve seen Others imagined It gives me...

Paul Williams, A wonderful poet who lives in Wales, UK The innocence of a child's mind An innocent mind, blessed with no harm, Just a...

"Love Letters In The Sand" by Robbie Wolf With hearts and hands We wrote love letters in the sand Under sun or under stars We expressed...

Words blend nicely into fame Those of yesteryears talk with a lack of fear Gone they are, words still flow Found now across the world,...

I tried for so long to conform, to fit in the box that society has labeled as the “norm” In my vain efforts, I somehow lost myself,...

An ultimatum arrived delivered by a child in her knock off suit badge affixed, lofty letters behind her name She struts towards a...

I’ve always wanted to know love I’ve always wanted to feel love I’ve always wanted to hold love I want to give love a hug I want to give...

The Man A summer tan on my demand. Must have been born with it. Here all the time. Blackened skin. I am tall. My mind is not small. You...

Perhaps, an unexpected prelude in a bookshop. The scene shifted from airless humidity to fanned delight and the ground slipped away like...

“Daddy…let us go cloud surfing,” the anxious little girl cried out loudly with glee Chuckling, her father led the way, as soon he lowered...

Words are so meaningful, Such a passionate, powerful tool Learned in every language as a infant at school As a child we mimic the words...

Who were you in that moment That instant back in time You who creates dreams Lives upon your own stage Satisfied justified Hair flowing...

We are so excited to publish our website where publishers from Facebook's "The Passion of Poetry" site will be publishing poets stellar...

There is an old oak tree, that sits alone by itself, on top of a steep hill It’s branches once bore…many a leaf, much less now it’s old...