Tag: poems
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Poem – ‘A’ Is For Attraction
Enveloped in an aura of eternal amor. Any armour I adorned, Has been undone, it has been torn. Most magnetic is the mystery. My mind is mute from misery, As my heart mends from the lover before. ‘A’ is for attraction, The feeling of acceptance, Of an emotion more alien and more raw.…
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Poem: Planet Earth
What is this planet we call home? Crying tears of salt water, Which hugs the coastlines days later. Spouting rivers of lava, Meandering from vast volcanic craters. Motions of oceans, You see land, you feel safer. Deserted deserts. Here thirst does not waver. Hosting the coldest of climates Where chances of death become greater.…
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Why Is Poetry So Enchanting?
From ‘Tyger Tyger, burning bright….’ to ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud……’ somehow words have the power to capture the emotion of the poet and freeze it in time. To evoke an emotion in the reader that may last a lifetime. Why is this so? Why doesn’t it happen when we’re reading the bus timetable…
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Poem: I Didn’t Believe
They say the aim is to make others believe in you. But if I couldn’t believe in myself, Then there was no way of making either true. For years I would beg, I would plead, To just let out my potential and abilities. To let them free to grow and to weave, Into something…
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Poem: Trust
Trust is like trying to catch a spawning salmon in a freshly flowing river. You catch it! Then all too soon it slips from your tiny grasp. Whether it’s trusting others or trusting yourself. Trust never seems to want to last. Are we blinded by bullsh*t or beauty? All we need is for someone…
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Haiku Time!
How do you feel now? That I am no longer here. Do you feel….freedom? I close my eyes tight. Yet I still can’t erase you. From my dreams at night. Sugar – sickly sticks Sweet sensory sensations May it never end.
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Poem – My Red Mustang
Counting the pennies, I just helped rescue from the jar. It won’t be too long, Till they’re exchanged for a car. A red shiny mustang, With matching interior. With a waxwork shine so dazzling. Making all other dull cars look inferior. Counting the pennies in the jar. I won’t have to count for…
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Poem: A December Day
A December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon. The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky. The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By…
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Poem: A Job Is A Job
Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl. Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams. Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…
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Poem: Christmas Food
Food. So bad, yet so good. So many colours, so many textures. So many food poisonings taken for the pleasure. You gave me gout last Christmas Eve, But I don’t hold it against you, you see, For I know our relationship is solid. Once the doctor unclogs my arteries. This Christmas things will…
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Poem – Shy
I’m Shy. Is that ok? I know I should meet your eyes more than sometimes. But I don’t. Should I be ashamed? I get nervous when around strangers. Find I become a stranger in myself. I feel paranoid of the dangers, That lurk just behind the shelf. I’m angry for being this way.…
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The Poetry of War
Below are two poems I have written which I may enter into an upcoming competition The competition challenges the writer to explore the concept of national identity, by responding to how it is portrayed in the works of WWII Poets. I chose Timothy Corsellis’ poem – News Reel of Embarkation The antagonism between fighting for…
The Neon Squid 