Tag: Poem
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The Cheat
The Cheat I close my eyes, I still feel you beside me. A distant memory latches on, As time heals the pain of losing you for eternity. I never knew that I was the other woman. And probably I was never meant to. But your urge to be so close to me from a place…
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Poem: Lies
Words and actions – unmatched. The truth is shrouded in mystery. So far back in history, That I begin to doubt myself. The effort applied to closing my ears and eyes, While you reveal a lie, concealing what should, Be known. Why spend more time, more energy, Entangling yourself in a web of secrecy? For…
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Poem – ‘Try’
Swallowing pride, Suppressing suggestions of surrendering, To the doubts damning me from within. An attempt to achieve, Guised more as an attack on my ego, Failure must be coupled with Cheshire cat’s grin. To try, An action well-known to the brave. Yet not even an acquaintance of I nor him. Trying to…
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A Poem About Love
Love. Imaginary, or a force of nature? Like the idea of ‘consciousness’. Are they both just falsehoods, Or truly realities experienced by those favoured? Love. As comforting as a hot bowl of soup, On a cold frosty evening. In its absence we are all but, Lost souls, floating on rafts destined for sinking. …
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Poetry: Change
A leopard can change its spots. But cheetahs never do. Changing your mind is one thing. But changing your heart, is about as easy as making a mountain move. 2020 A new year, a new you. This year will be different. A false promise? Or does here lie the truth? Do you need…
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Poem: Winter
Cheeks flushed crimson, Embers crackle, As the smoke billows beyond the seams of the Oak smoked door. A faint glow from within the forest, The little cottage. Offering temporary relief, From a permanent frost. Brave the wind, the rain and the snow. A feat too difficult for now. Yet a necessity for…
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Poem: Stress
Stress. The subtle strangler. It manifests itself in many ways. A fabrication of the mind. Sending cortisol coursing through our veins. Life – so full of precious pressures. So petty, so small, minute. ‘A busy life is a happy one.’ A lie disguised as truth.
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Poem: Home
Where is ‘home’? Is home my little brick house by the sea, corroded by gale gusts and seagulls? Is home the place in my mind, that place noone else can see of? Does my heart lead me home, where my parents still reside? Or if migrated, is it instead the place where I first began…
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Poem: A Parent’s Love
A Parent’s Love Embers of amor engulf us as you touch my face once more. Held in your arms as closely as the day on which I was born. You have loved me from the moment my heart began beating. A childhood spent with you, If only time could be repeated. Although I will grow…
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Poem: Anger
Teeth grit like vice grips on steel. The metallic hiss rings unforgivingly long. I raise my hands to the air Empty handed I surrender. Empty handed I look for answers. Yet none rings true for this. Like a swinging pendulum I’m hot and then cold Impatience – an unwelcome friend yet makes itself all too…
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Poem: Rejection
Stinging like the barb of a hornet, Heckles on my neck, shocked, stand upright. I’m in disbelief. Stormy skies swirl above me, My mind, clouded with an overcast of doubt. Why didn’t they just pick me? I thought I was good enough, But what good is water if absent in a drought? …
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Poem: Timeless Beauty
Timeless beauty. What a contradiction. Will you still love me, When my hair loses thickness? When my skin starts to wrinkle? When my youth is but memory in the distance? Time. It’s bittersweet. Cruel to the appearance. Yet kind to the mind. Stripping away my pride in my looks, To expose an endearment for…
The Neon Squid 