My poetry is inspired by memories, hopes for the future, fears and everyday life. I aspire to be a novelist one day, but have an eternal love for writing and appreciating poetry. I'm quite new to writing, so please give me feedback on any of my poems, I'd love to know what you think and how to improve!
A Single Knife A single knife in the kitchen sink. Its warm blade, used and discarded. Fresh liquid dissipates gently into the water, transferring its fragile bond away from the solitary metal. The gentle waves wash over its sharp edges, Whilst its owner viciously scrubs at their hands in the pale water. Once full of dominance and purpose, It lies there, useless and despised, gradually turning cold. Its owner pulls it out of the water, Holding its handle firmly with a withered up dishcloth. They study it for imperfections Before slipping it into the dark depths of a draw until needed again. The Box I am sat inside a box, My fateful cage. I push, I scream, I curse, I kick, And yet, it stands still. Silent. Mocking me with it's security. It's steel surface scratches me with every movement, resurging thoughts of bitter isolation; It's cold chill reeling through my scrunched up bones, Mocking me with it's unfeeling presence. I long to feel warmth. A voice, a face, a feeling. I can not do this in my box. It won't let me be free. Mocking me with my loneliness.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Unsexy in my Sexual Prime (10/01/2019)
What Happened (31/03/2017)
Eight O'Clock (11/10/2016)
The Box (01/09/2016)
A Single Hand (16/03/2016)
A Single Child (26/02/2016)
A Single Tear (22/02/2016)
A Single Knife in the Kitchen Sink (19/02/2016)
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