Every time I saw you my face,
Lit up into the biggest smile.
Every time we touched my,
Skin tingled, shivers down my spine.
Every time I think of you now,
All I feel is regret, it’s for the best but,
Loving you hurts, just as much now as it did back then.
Poetry is many things. It’s words on a page. It’s paint on a canvas. It’s music in our ears.
It is you as a child, sat in your room casting shadow puppets on the wall in the glow of your night light.
The video below is poetry.
I promised you I’d be there,
Your guardian angel.
But now my wings have been clipped,
Fallen below, I can not rise.
I wander around down here in the dirt and the dust,
Not looking forward, just constantly gazing up.
I wrote a song for someone once, with the idea that she’d eventually record it and she actually did! I completely forgot that I’d put the poem/song up here and I’ve just been reading through my poetry on the site as I’ve rediscovered a love for writing it and I stumbled across it again so here is the song as performed by the lovely Chlo O’Donnell (psst, she’s really good you should check her out!) and below the video (after the jump) I’ll put a link to the lyrics!
I want to go back to a simpler time when,
we’d spend our days by the beach and then,
play in the waves, toes sinking in the sand.
Come now, take my hand,
Promise me my future won’t remain this bland.
I just need something to hold on to. Continue reading
Like an old rope bridge,
Connecting our lives.
The rope is slowly rotting,
Its strength becoming weak.
Halt!
Don’t take another step.
If we get any closer, Continue reading
In the spirit of Halloween Joanna sent in a Halloween poem! If you enjoy it make sure to check her blog out over at: http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com
feet on the path
black shoes and navy socks
walk without gender or self
marking the wet path
with small neat prints
the legs are other-where
moved off or left behind
the body perhaps asleep
yet these feet stride
without hesitation
to their objective
shoes precisely tied
socks uniformly turned
the feet tidy definite
seem to have forgotten
to dress for an encounter
with ghosts
This is one I wrote in my first of university, quickly gone through to make it a little better, enjoy!
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I’m weak.
No courage in me.
So I invite you round
Whisper sweet nothings into your ear
It’s all a poetic lie
Nothing but sweet rhymes
To appease and paralyze Continue reading
Fall from the sky,
diamond rain.
Science at work,
Beauty the product.
Your skin so blue,
what lies in the depths of your oceans?
Diamonds litter the seabed.
Faint rays of light reflecting,
Refracting.
