Best Clamour Poems

Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
      ...

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“Real love brings about calm—not inner torment. True love allows you to be at peace with yourself and with God." Yasmin Mogahed

When you hide behind...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                  ...

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Deeper still the Woodland calls me
Further yet, she lures, enthralls me
Hapless I, with charms she hauls me
To her unknown hinterlands.
Up, I see the forest giants
Standing...

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Listen to the beat of life, hear its thunder,
yet underneath lurks a murmuring whisper.
Some days almost unheard, others louder
always there it taunts, teasing like a...

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A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song? 
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,  
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.

Do...

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Harry Horsman's treatment was withdrawn over a week ago and they are making him comfortable, he is now in Hospice care.

Susan Ashly…we can only hope...

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What a clamour
What a noise
To bring social justice
To answer the cries
That's gone on for centuries
That they keep maintaining
With promises and lies

Black lives matter
So we shout
But...

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Immortal waves of time,
Clamour on the sea of life,
They crash down on the crags of flesh
And wear them to the grains.
The cells, the salted dust,
The...

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Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I...

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In a world that continues to grow cold.
The attitude, "who cares, what about me"?
Those seeking power, becoming too bold.
Deciding factors, what will they be?

Have we...

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The visceral pains were sharp, stinging and stern!
She swallowed them, in the bloody biting bitterness.
The gory talons of the fat obstetricians hung loose,
Ready to clamour...

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When I spotted Saint George in a van,
I feared that his horse might be lame.
Or worse, in a Doggomeat can,
when hurt in some chivalric game.

Saint...

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Godot has arrived
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Alive and well thanks!

...said the haiku poster
Crudely pasted to the fence
Who was too busy selling stolen goods
To notice he was a...

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The clarion call i obey, i was called to serve my fatherland, 
to experience a different cultures, norms, beliefs, ideologies to see and feel a...

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