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Nowt to say

I had nowt to say
and lay noiseless,

Yet,
I heard the whispering
of innocence depraved,
awakening to terror.

Gasping infernos
of white smoke churns
turning lungs to pitch,
gods and men look on
despairing the child

Family is cleaved away
by the feel of the steel,
swirls rotate the bulb,
hypnotized to their grave,
elegiac lines cannot convey.

Children run the night
forgotten in the gush
of Ice burned to fire,
parents crave the blaze.

Communities history
sways in the footings,
our future is fractured,
believing the drugs daze.

Thinner and thinner
Says the name
dimmer and dimmer
Lays the flame.

I thought I had nowt to say,
now nothing stops the spray.

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it is always a pleasure to read and soak in your verses which have a flavor of their own ..may be I should call it Jayne Flavor...would be good to inhale it frequently...so keep delighting us with your poems..

so happy to see you back...

hugs big time

raj (sublime_ocean)

Thank you. I really appreciate the read and comment

Bear with me I'm rusty

Big hugs and love J xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I can understand that you could be bit rusty after a long lay off from Neopoet...I am sure you would be able to shake off the rust in good time...i wish more muses keep poking at you :)

you brought on a big smile here with your come back...

warmly...

raj (sublime_ocean)

I think your going to get your wish shes poking at me, still.
Looks like a raft of poems want to be heard and read.
Made a few outlines last night. I'll flesh them out over the
Next few days.

Its so lovely to be missed. Made my day biggest smile
This laying in bed business is getting old but I'm warm
Its getting very cold. Bonus ? I have all the time in the
World to write.

Much love and hugs xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I think your going to get your wish shes poking at me, still.
Looks like a raft of poems want to be heard and read.
Made a few outlines last night. I'll flesh them out over the
Next few days.

Its so lovely to be missed. Made my day biggest smile
This laying in bed business is getting old but I'm warm
Its getting very cold. Bonus ? I have all the time in the
World to write.

Much love and hugs xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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the muses are poking at you. I have asked them not to poke too hard but certainly poke frequently..:)
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raj (sublime_ocean)

Shes still poking at me. I'm writing as fast as possible
after nearly cutting my fingers off and hsving to have
them reattached. Its slowed me down some

Posted another poem lol and working on a fee more

Love J xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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All smiles after reading your comment. I already savored your fresh poem as soon as it was served on the plate. Greedy for more :)

much love and warm hugs..
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raj (sublime_ocean)

Nice to see the smiles. Well I said id be back and here I am again. Thanks for the read its very nice to be back here again .

Love J x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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thought that went into this and the concise lines bear the thoughts well. It truly is a shame that most of the addicts have no care for their children, once they are addicted. The children are left to go feral; becoming yet more victims of the noxious cloud of drugs. In the last line, is that word [thought] or though? And do I have it right that {swirls rotate the bulb] are the lights of the police?
~ Gee.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

We literally have an epidemic here in Oz. I was talking to a friend
and her daughter has lost her way. This is a conglomerate of info
thats just been building up inside me, I've been watching as families
are being destroyed by this filth. Ice. Its even touched my world

Thanks for the catch it was meant to be thought. My tired eyes
missed that.

Love and higgliest bugs Bro xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Welcome back! Hope you're having a longer stay this time. I am not that active as I'd like to be, but I do my best not to miss good poetry when I am able to catch it.
You look great lady! I read your poem, some images went over my head as I'm not so familiar with some of the drug diction. Not that we don't suffer here, but I didn't try to write about it to be just honest. But reading the comments I could have the message there. Sad isn't it? I mean all these young men and women trapped there. What a pity!
As always you hit the nail of such a theme with your well chosen words.
Keep them coming dear.
Take care.

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This is a topic that I know isnt my most pleasant, But alas this problem is now all epidemic proportions in the town where I live. Most people know someone or know of a family that this poisons touched.

Its is the job of the poet to speak the unspeakable truth, history has shown that in some cases the only record of atrocities is poetry thats been hoarded and hidden from those who would like to rewrite history or wipe these things from record.

Thankyou so much for the welcome back and read
I do appreciate it very much.

Love J x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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All I can say is, that this is a beautiful truth of a horrific modern demise..
Love to you all as always Yours Ian.xxx

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

Thank you for reading my poem I know its not pretty or deep. It is what it is. And its nudged me out od my stupor and here I am back again. Posted another one its not pretty but I promise the next one will shine like a star in the sky. Bit of a hint there lol

My love always and forever Jaughter x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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There was a pretty young woman in neighboring town who took meth and then clawed out both her eyes. The epidemic is horrendous and I'm unsure what it takes to stop it. Now you say you've been getting poked? That is always a good way to wake up the muse lol (sorry, I just couldn't help myself).......stan

Lol yes poked and prodded. Shes made me write and write

This is a filthy dirty scurge on life. It takes a perfectly good
human being and turns them into monster's and liars

There is so many overdoses and deaths from suicide
its absolutely a crime.

Unfortunately its hit close to home for me. It broke my
heart but they have come out the other side of rehab
with beautiful results. There is a cure if you really want it.

Love always Sis xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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