Poetry Blogs (unique)
For ALL the Lisa's I have ever known
Some would even call her spastic
She was loud but not bombastic
She was just odd ly
Wednesday 17th April 2019 1:24 am
Why do things have to be only one way
Do you really believe we experience the same days?
Our lives take different twists and turns
And most of all we all truly do learn
So will you listen to me when I tell you
That your experiences are only one truth?
Your knowledge might truly be great
But it doesn't foretell everyone's fate
When I write, it's from one kind of perspective
But I am not sa...
Saturday 11th August 2018 6:27 am
I think that you are quite unique,
From ear to ear, then down to feet
Sat atop your mind you speak,
Sometimes funny, sometimes sweet
Lots of people seem the same,
They live their lives and play their games
Now and then they use their brains
But not too often, ain't that insane?
You are you and that's what matters
So ignore, the chitter chatter
Small minded t...
Thursday 22nd March 2018 2:13 am
Let my energy flow effortlessly through the wind.
Let it travel the distance,
To make the difference,
Within each person it touches.
Allow those who could not see,
Witness the potential that I carry within.
Let the beauty of my creativity,
Shine like the moon high in the sky.
Like a feather,
Let it flow,
Let it be guided by the wind...
Let it reach it's ...
Monday 22nd May 2017 12:00 am
In the creases of a crumpled T-shirt,
the darkening orbit of an orange pasta stain,
the unhinged playfulness of bright and living eyes…
the golden curls like mazes of cornfields – no way out –
The type you just want to twist around your finger –
I noticed you.
In the unrestrained laughter,
I would recall each word that tumbled from your lips
And hang on them, swing from them,
Tuesday 16th May 2017 1:35 pm
Your skin like the yellow brick road,
and what is it that creates that rush of blush?
I’d love to shovel out your flesh or drill through your cheeks
to reach those autumn leaves,
that grow behind the golden weeds,
the red leaves that were never green.
No, never new, they never grew,
they stayed and they remained:
Dying, but never dead,
thriving, behind your face of ...
Friday 31st March 2017 3:47 pm
Learning to love yourself is gruelling. Every flaw, every mistake, every quirk. Only us ourselves know how characteristically flawed we truly are. So we hide. Hide behind make up, clothes and materials.
Social media enables us to create an ideology of the person we think we are, the person we want to be. But in the midst of the night we lie awake contemplating ourselves. Questioning our choices...
Tuesday 1st November 2016 3:17 pm
God has given us one face,
he has given us something great
that we take advantage of each day.
Our face is a work of art
each so similar,
yet different in many ways.
Each work of art he's created
is a beauty that only few notice
and is something that we hardly see
In our own selves.
God has given each of us a gift beauty,
yet that's not the way we see it.
We judge and critize ourselves
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:43 am
They say you cannot live without me,
yet I am happy lying here alone –
adrift on an ocean of Axminster.
You didn’t miss me until you were finished
and by then it was far too late.
I was just one of your many pretty pieces,
inconsequential to the scheme of things,
until I was the only thing you needed.
By then I was safely hidden away,
Friday 5th April 2013 10:09 am