poetry of the month
Alana Jayne
Memories As I lay alone with many thoughts in my head Memories tinged with sadness as I reminisce in bed Many unachieved goals, and I think of lost souls My memories unfold of aspirations dreams that I hold And the boys that I've teased and the Men I have pleased Maybe! I'm not so unhappy about what I've achieved Though I never did find true love or peace of mind I found out we're individuals and one of a kind I'm always searching for my hidden forte It struck me as possible, it could be poetry I like to write my thoughts and find often they rhyme Maybe I could write something Sultry or sublime About a distant memory or a moment in time Beautiful poems outlive you after your gone Transcend your life when cast in stone Memories can be forgotten and lost along the way But! a beautiful poem is remembered forever and a day!
Leanne
when i sit back, stop my life for a while,
and think, look, dream..
back to before,
way before the up-rooting,
the shouting.. the crying.
we were as close as we could get.
these good times have been flattened now,
like those spiders, and flies.
what did they ever do to you?
what did i ever do to you?
can you hear me?
The merciless crushing.
blood spreading like that wine,
the glass smashing as it hit the floor.
those bottles where the destroyers,
that brilliant liquid, those deadly pills.
i should say 'i miss you.'
but you always told me, 'don't lie.'
and think, look, dream..
back to before,
way before the up-rooting,
the shouting.. the crying.
we were as close as we could get.
these good times have been flattened now,
like those spiders, and flies.
what did they ever do to you?
what did i ever do to you?
can you hear me?
The merciless crushing.
blood spreading like that wine,
the glass smashing as it hit the floor.
those bottles where the destroyers,
that brilliant liquid, those deadly pills.
i should say 'i miss you.'
but you always told me, 'don't lie.'
Katie
He's all grown up so big and bold
there is a lot that young girl needs to be told.
He cradles her in is masculine arms,
where this young girl can come to no harm.
They stay upstairs in that little room,
blocking out all sadness and gloom.
Where they cuddle up tight all cosy together,
its the best place to be in this stormy weather.
there is a lot that young girl needs to be told.
He cradles her in is masculine arms,
where this young girl can come to no harm.
They stay upstairs in that little room,
blocking out all sadness and gloom.
Where they cuddle up tight all cosy together,
its the best place to be in this stormy weather.
Nadine
How will i hug you if your hands are tied?
How will i kiss you if your lips are sealed?
How can i talk to you if your senses shoud fail?
I shall place my healing hands upon you to untie your hands, unseal your lips, help your tired eyes see sense in a fearful world, can my words flow through you like magic?
Mabye your perfect and it is me that has lost sight been tied down ignored the love and kindness of those who just want to hold and kiss me. Is is right to wonder is it Me or You ?
How will i kiss you if your lips are sealed?
How can i talk to you if your senses shoud fail?
I shall place my healing hands upon you to untie your hands, unseal your lips, help your tired eyes see sense in a fearful world, can my words flow through you like magic?
Mabye your perfect and it is me that has lost sight been tied down ignored the love and kindness of those who just want to hold and kiss me. Is is right to wonder is it Me or You ?
Ben willis, aged 53 from bury, greater manchester
The nib scratching noisily over the page,
into the poem goes anger and rage,
lifes untaken chances and lost hope,
suffocating but cleansing, its a soap.
into the poem goes anger and rage,
lifes untaken chances and lost hope,
suffocating but cleansing, its a soap.
Shaun Davis, aged 15 from southampton, Hampshire
tom davis this boy i know,
he is a big man-ho he is a mate and helps me out,
sometimes we do shout. our ups and downs we do have,
especially when he was a chav. he has been bad,
yet ive stuck close, because hes the one who knows me most.
even when were old i will never go, because tom davis, he is my bro. x
he is a big man-ho he is a mate and helps me out,
sometimes we do shout. our ups and downs we do have,
especially when he was a chav. he has been bad,
yet ive stuck close, because hes the one who knows me most.
even when were old i will never go, because tom davis, he is my bro. x
