Tag: poetry
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Poem: 5th November 1605
The dank presence of gunpowder fills their lungs. Settling smoke distorts their view. 5th November 1605 – a night like any other. If only this were really true. Traders to country, traitors to crown. The Gunpowder Plot, Dismembered, put down. Destructive paths each had chosen, Treasonous, treacherous. Yet failed to make any explosion.…
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Poem: Cold
It’s cold outside, My windows – opaque. Toes – curled up tight. Hands – beginning to shake. Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There’s a hole in my sock. The fat black cat returns back, She always let’s in the cold. I bolt…
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Poem: Halloween
Halloween Didn’t you hear the scream? It’s half past 9 or is it 9.15? I need to wake up from this nightmarish dream. Plump pumpkin’s are carved, Their flesh scooped from their core. Night has fallen upon us, Yet it’s only half past 4. A tar-like black shrouds the moon in mystery. Is…
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Poem – Money
Money, It slips through my fingers, Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity. I chase it every day, But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy. I am submerged. Will anyone take mercy? Celebrities live a life of luxury, Yet still, some show signs of misery. If more money is all…
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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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Poem – 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 air is colder, Green is no longer seen. The days are shorter, A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream. Ochre, pumpkin, chestnut and crimson. All show their true…
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Shakespeare’s The Twelfth Night – The Young Vic
“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.” ― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night To say the adaptation of Shakespeare’s comedic theatrical tale was ‘great’ would be an absolute understatement. I must say, when I first realised that the play was completely dialogued in Shakespearean language I…
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Insecure
Insecure I get insecure. Sometimes. I don’t know how to look you in the eye. Days go by where I just want to lie in my bed and hide. Tell me, Are we all just suffering inside? Please let me know I’m not alone in my struggles. I get nervous, I get anxious. But…
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Poem: A Human
A Human A subatomic bunch of laughter and woes, From our nose down to our toes, We either grimace or glow. Why are we here on this planet of blue sea and earth? Does it own us? Or do we own the world? Brief is the time we get to embrace it. You blink your…
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Poem – Lost
Lost I feel lost sometimes. Like I don’t fit in. And yet I don’t want to stand out. I just bear and grin. A broken doll. Is an appearance I feel from within. But I shouldn’t always play the victim, life is kind to me at times. I only wish I wasn’t just as…
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Sigmund Freud – Pioneer or Provocateur?
The name ‘Sigmund Freud’ brings with it antagonistic thoughts in my mind, was he a sexist pig or pioneering psychoanalyst? I was going to enter a poetry competition recently about his findings on ‘civilisation and it discontents’. But something stopped me in my tracks. It was the opinions of others around me when I told…
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Poem: Fight
It doesn’t matter what’s wrong or what’s right. If you go left, I’ll go right. I don’t want anyone to know I cry at night, So that’s why I always put up a fight. I’ll fight on a Monday, I’ll fight on a Tuesday. I’ll fight when you choose-a-day, Cuz for me, it’s never a…
The Neon Squid 