Friday Poems
![‘The Sound of the Struggle by Charles Rammelkamp’ in black text on white with a yellow Friday Poem blob over the ‘Str’ of Struggle](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/Charles-Rammelkamp-320x225.jpg)
The Sound of the Struggle
by Charles Rammelkamp — I always saw our name / as a wave coming in to shore, / the curl of the 'r', the undulant 'm's, / the finality of the 'p' lapping the beach ...
![Pears Soap by Damaris West](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/Pears-sopa-320x225.jpg)
Pears Soap
by Damaris West — It’s the shape of a red blood cell. / Rolled between palms, / like a stick to make fire // it thins to a slippery / cuttlebone sliver of new moon ...
!['Lights Out by Christian Wethered' in black text on white with a quarter of a tiny Friday Poem yellow blob disappearing into the lower right hand corner.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/Lights-out-320x225.jpg)
Lights Out
by Christian Wethered — When you close your eyes after lights out /
see how long it takes – // when the dormitory door swings shut / and you rub thighs against the sheets ...
!['Bookcase by Derek Coggrave' in black text on white with a small Friday Poem yellow blob over the last three letters of Coggrave.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Bookcase-320x225.jpg)
Bookcase
by Derek Coggrave — Gravity strengthens where poetry collects on shelves: / the plastic track holding the glass doors has sagged / leaving the doors ...
!['Beige by Mark Fiddes' in black text on white with a small Friday Poem blob like a small sun.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/Beige-320x225.jpg)
Beige
by Mark Fiddes — Some cities are beige in unexpected ways. / Hotel showers spit grit and lizards. / In tailored ecru and fawn, the policemen / vogue under flyovers ...
!['A Portrait of my Father in the Public Bar of the Royal Arms by David Lukens' in black text on white with a yellow Friday Poem blob right in the centre (like a yellow snooker ball, perhaps, which would be appropriate).](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/David-Lukens-320x225.jpg)
A Portrait of my Father in the Public Bar of the Royal Arms
by David Lukens — Thin but not gaunt – that came later when the cancer did its stuff. / Just now he's on top of his game. The face ...
!['Dad's 75th birthday party after the heart attack by Rachel Burns' in black text on white with half a small Friday Poem yellow blob disappearing from the right hand side.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/Rachel-Burns-320x225.jpg)
Dad’s 75th birthday party after the heart attack
by Rachel Burns — and my brother in the kitchen / arguing with dad over who’s making the brew / and how to work the hob to reheat stew ...
!['Derek's Thoughts on Bodies in Motion by Jonathan Humble' in black text on white with a yellow Friday Poem blob over the top right hand side.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Dereks-thoughts-320x225.jpg)
Derek’s Thoughts on Bodies in Motion
by Jonathan Humble — Sir Isaac Newton delivered an apple pie the other day. / Wanted to give it to my dog Derek / as a token of thanks ...
![‘Vlad Dracul Is Pissed Off That You People Killed His Wife by Matthew Bullen’ in black text on white with a yellow Friday Poem blob in the top left hand corner.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/06/Matthew-Bullen--320x225.jpg)
Vlad Dracul Is Pissed Off That You People Killed His Wife
by Matthew Bullen — I’m sitting in a rough deck chair / in a tiny gravel park on the edge / of what the city calls its town square / for the arts ...
![‘My Dog Brings me Back to Death by Victoria Gatehouse’ in black text on white with a teeny yellow Friday Poem blob over the words ‘My Dog'.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Victoria-Gatehouse-320x225.jpg)
My Dog Brings me Back to Death
by Victoria Gatehouse — When he doesn’t respond to my call / I leave the path, push bracken aside / to find him rolling on badger pelt ...
!['Designated Driver by A. A. Gunther' in black text on white with a teeny yellow Friday Poem blob over part of the word 'Driver'.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/A.-A.-Gunther-320x225.jpg)
Designated Driver
by A. A. Gunther — Let them depend on me for once, I think. / I’ll buy their drinks. Get them the round for free, / Let them depend on me ...
!['Clothesline in Summer by Michael P Aleman' in black text on white with a tiny yellow Friday Poem quarter-blob like a shining sun in the top right hand corner.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Michael-P-Aleman-320x225.jpg)
Clothesline in Summer
by Michael P. Aleman — In Chicago during the 1950’s / my mother’s clothesline was a study in white / (or grayish white, to be accurate) ...