List: Poetry | Curated by Jade Hadfield

Sep 25, 2022

74 stories

PoetryAll of my poetry in one place.
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
RoutineIt starts with a thunderclap
that ripples, head to toe,
lightening travels down the spine
and your body starts to slow.
Sep 24, 2022
3
Sep 24, 2022
3
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
SleepIt comes and it goes
on a schedule unbeknown,
hours passed in solitude,
awaiting the fall,
the blessed moments of
my own nonsense,
without…
Sep 17, 2022
5
Sep 17, 2022
5
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
MonotonyI wake,
and I sleep,
and I wake,
and nothing’s changed.
Sep 10, 2022
4
Sep 10, 2022
4
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
Untitled 1I want to write a novel,
bestseller, New York Times,
or paint a thousand pretty pictures,
or pen poetic rhymes.
Sep 4, 2022
4
Sep 4, 2022
4
Jade Hadfield
in
Lifeline
Nana JoyceI will remember the smell
of your face cream,
the gargantuan inventory
spilling across the kitchen table,
you sat in front of the mirror…
Aug 27, 2022
4
Aug 27, 2022
4
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
The VillageThe wells were poisoned long ago,
and from such malice did they drink,
that eerily clear water,
it didn’t bubble, boil or stink.
Aug 19, 2022
8
Aug 19, 2022
8
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
Writing HabitsI like to write in the quiet of the night,
on the cusp of late eve and early morn,
when my fellow man has laid down his head,
and the world…
Aug 10, 2022
11
Aug 10, 2022
11
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
Innocent Until ProvenDoes the guilt not consume you?
Mine has corroded war-torn armour,
left me shell-shocked in the wake,
shots fired from five years old…
Jul 30, 2022
3
Jul 30, 2022
3
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
The Absolute MaximumThere is a limit to suppression,
to the resentment swallowed deep,
my dear, you pushed me far too hard,
bitterness begins to seep.
Jul 18, 2022
4
Jul 18, 2022
4
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
The Other WorldThe spirit said to me,
‘We do not care for you,
we who lived so long ago,
we still have much to do,’
and as she floated upwards
not a…
Jul 14, 2022
3
Jul 14, 2022
3
Jade Hadfield
in
Lifeline
Jungle BluePoetry Prompt Response
Jul 8, 2022
6
Jul 8, 2022
6
Jade Hadfield
in
Lifeline
I Want To Be BoringI crave uneventful,
orange juice and toast at the kitchen table,
patters of rain, a radio,
a single lamp, a warming glow,
computer open…
Jun 30, 2022
2
Jun 30, 2022
2
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
Two Steps to HellHave you ever heard a scream
intense, born from pain?
The guttural croak that bounces
from what little strength remains?
The strangled cry…
Jun 28, 2022
4
Jun 28, 2022
4
Jade Hadfield
in
Lifeline
Writing Through the PainA Poetry Prompt Response
Jun 20, 2022
10
Jun 20, 2022
10
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
Myths and MentalityWhat of the vampire
who never wishes to wake?
Who stays in his coffin
lamenting mistakes,
turns his head when the moon calls,
ignores…
Jun 15, 2022
6
Jun 15, 2022
6
Jade Hadfield
in
Lifeline
EternalI will become ethereal,
and dance with the rays of the sun,
in the bright, heavenly light,
white gold in a field of daisies,
and the petals…
Jun 14, 2022
3
Jun 14, 2022
3
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
The Consequence of TryingWasted time spent acquiring purpose,
a payment for breathing earthly air,
a reason for an existence so small,
a speck hidden in a concrete…
Jun 9, 2022
3
Jun 9, 2022
3
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
Natural IndustryA short walk from my stone-paved doorway,
through the red bricked-homes of my neighbourhood,
across artificial greens that stay vibrant all…
Jun 3, 2022
6
Jun 3, 2022
6
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
CultistsPerhaps I’ll run away,
join a cult and disappear,
for so desperately do I need
the illusion of belonging,
of wanting.
May 28, 2022
1
May 28, 2022
1
Jade Hadfield
in
Scuzzbucket
SnapshotCan I capture this moment
in a polaroid of purpose
and hold it close every time the world
becomes all too real,
I’ll use it to escape
to…
May 26, 2022
1
May 26, 2022
1

Poetry

All of my poetry in one place.

Routine

It starts with a thunderclap that ripples, head to toe, lightening travels down the spine and your body starts to slow.

Sleep

It comes and it goes on a schedule unbeknown, hours passed in solitude, awaiting the fall, the blessed moments of my own nonsense, without…

Monotony

I wake, and I sleep, and I wake, and nothing’s changed.

Untitled 1

I want to write a novel, bestseller, New York Times, or paint a thousand pretty pictures, or pen poetic rhymes.

Nana Joyce

I will remember the smell of your face cream, the gargantuan inventory spilling across the kitchen table, you sat in front of the mirror…

The Village

The wells were poisoned long ago, and from such malice did they drink, that eerily clear water, it didn’t bubble, boil or stink.

Writing Habits

I like to write in the quiet of the night, on the cusp of late eve and early morn, when my fellow man has laid down his head, and the world…

Innocent Until Proven

Does the guilt not consume you? Mine has corroded war-torn armour, left me shell-shocked in the wake, shots fired from five years old…

The Absolute Maximum

There is a limit to suppression, to the resentment swallowed deep, my dear, you pushed me far too hard, bitterness begins to seep.

The Other World

The spirit said to me, ‘We do not care for you, we who lived so long ago, we still have much to do,’ and as she floated upwards not a…

Jungle Blue

Poetry Prompt Response

I Want To Be Boring

I crave uneventful, orange juice and toast at the kitchen table, patters of rain, a radio, a single lamp, a warming glow, computer open…

Two Steps to Hell

Have you ever heard a scream intense, born from pain? The guttural croak that bounces from what little strength remains? The strangled cry…

Writing Through the Pain

A Poetry Prompt Response

Myths and Mentality

What of the vampire who never wishes to wake? Who stays in his coffin lamenting mistakes, turns his head when the moon calls, ignores…

Eternal

I will become ethereal, and dance with the rays of the sun, in the bright, heavenly light, white gold in a field of daisies, and the petals…

The Consequence of Trying

Wasted time spent acquiring purpose, a payment for breathing earthly air, a reason for an existence so small, a speck hidden in a concrete…

Natural Industry

A short walk from my stone-paved doorway, through the red bricked-homes of my neighbourhood, across artificial greens that stay vibrant all…

Cultists

Perhaps I’ll run away, join a cult and disappear, for so desperately do I need the illusion of belonging, of wanting.

Snapshot

Can I capture this moment in a polaroid of purpose and hold it close every time the world becomes all too real, I’ll use it to escape to…

Jade Hadfield