Tag: Poem
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Poem: Stress
An advantage or a hindrance? The Goldilocks analogy, Too much – and you can’t handle it. Too little – and you’re indifferent. Your blood, now laced with cortisol, Your mind is always racing, Synapses twitch like rabbits nostrils, Your patience is fast erasing. What can you do to make it stop? You internally…
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Poem – I Will Remember
Entangled in a web of grief, Spiralling out of control. Swig a bottle of cyanide, should I? To let the pain mellow? I couldn’t bear to bring myself, To meet such ill a fate. Instead I took a sip once more, Of lemon and ginger ale. I sip and reminisce, Of how life…
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City life
Like mice, Trapped in the rat race. A maze made for manipulation. Man against man, race against race. A breath. Of fresh air at dawn. As futile as asking the sun to, Rise at dusk and set in the morn. Private, A word less chosen. Only by those of land un-citied. Cities keep…
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Poem: Ocean
The ocean hugs the shoreline like a mother does her child. Waves crash against the coastline as the stars above collide. A million lightyears away, do planets exist like mine? Why does it matter anyway? For it’s Earth where I reside. The sunlit sands so soft to touch, as Mr Sunshine beams his smile,…
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Poem: The Moon
One small step for man, One giant leap for mankind. A man upon the moon you say? Why yes, ‘twas the year of 1969. The moon, La Luna, How mind-boggling you are to the eye. Spherically similar to the Earth, Yet still as different as day is to night. A guardian of light,…
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Poem: Collapsing
Collapsing, My last breath feels inevitable. Food, a phrase once so fruitious, Now feels so forgettable. Picking the apple from Eden, An action so regrettable. I claw and I clamber, You believe that I committed perjury One measly morsel of food is all that I ask for. Yet you deny me this luxury, I…
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Poem: Time
Time. Moving passed like Dew dripping from the leaves of The waxiest cuticles. My hands, Gnarled, close tight, Around the memories, Uprooted by those of time. Time, A spectre of the night, Time, invisible to the eye Of even the most profound inspectors. I suspect. Expecting time to wait for, Any man. Is…
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Poems: My Self-Written Seasonals
What better way to welcome in the season of Summer than to give a recap of the ones that come before and after it through poetry: The Fall of Autumn Death never looked so beautiful, Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun, Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on. The…
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Poem: Climate Change
My limbs gnarl, sap suffocates my lungs as I gasp for another breath of the smog. I’m losing my fight for life. For centuries I have supplied oxygen to your veins, now you remove it from mine? In times before you uprooted me, and spoiled the very soil I laid upon. Now you turn…
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Poem: Disability
Disability It’s all about perspective. To you, I’m Dissed. Disadvantaged. Dismissed, before I even get a chance to. Whether I’m ‘weak’ in the mind, Or ‘weak’ at the knees. Your mind’s made up, Before I even get a chance to plead. You judge me on appearances. Refuse to look beyond my disability.…
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Poem: Winter
Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night. The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light. The season sets a spell of slumber,…
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Poem: A Day As Grey As Today
Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away? I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…
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