I’ve been writing poems since I was 15. I don’t have any formal education in poetry, prose or writing but I know what I like. I try to read much of what’s posted on this site but don’t always have something to comment. If I do take the time to comment, it's likely because your work touched me. I definitely have a style I prefer reading (which isn’t necessarily reflected in my own work). When I find someone who writes in that way, I tend to love everything they do. Often, I try to put myself in the mind of someone else and write from their perspective, to help me understand what they’re thinking or feeling. At other times, it’s all me. The creative process fascinates me; I’d love to sit down with each contributor and find out where they get their ideas, what satisfaction they derive from a poem, how they know when one is finished and even what pen/tools they use to write. I have recently compiled 80+ poems (across 130 pages) into a paperback & Kindle book on Amazon. https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B084DGKFSH/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o00_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1 Yorkshire, UK.
Poems are my photographs my diary my inner monologue poems are my measurement my record the fingerprints of emotions invisible no more Poems are my expression the sum of interactions they show my working out Poems are the breath of lost lovers against my neck Poems are my kisses for my family and my friends the hugs I seldom give And your poems... your poems keep me company a little light calling to my lost ship I sip my tea and slip into your mind...
Born To Muse
In the hammering rain of last night I slept the best I have all week I slept deeper, longer than I have done for months And would you guess who I should meet there on the dream stools at the dream bar ordering her dream gin sliding me a dream beer Well, you come here often I don’t have to ask I’ve seen you here so many nights before but it has been a while (and I’ve missed you) Back in real life; you live so freely you’re pure inspiration to me a scholar of your beauty besotted by your confidence, your creativity And when we went our separate ways (did we ever really agree on one path anyway?) after all those notebooks you drove me to fill after the purest verses I fear I may ever spill When we went our separate ways you found yourself an artist and now you’re all he paints day drinking, or in the nude the ways I still remember you you... you were born to muse Sitting on the dream couch in the dream bar your dream knees pushing against dream me You... you were born to muse...
Let The Tide Decide
On some night-time road with only the distant moon or your dimming torch meting its weak light out Do not be afraid of getting lost some new thing may come to you there on the path that you can't see some great thing may surprise you On that long journey towards day's promised ending without a real map to study or call upon Do not be afraid of being wrong take a chance and see what comes sometimes you'll be right and others you'll start again Free yourself to be wrong sometimes you will find new capabilities Be free to get lost sometimes you may discover treasures there Let the tides of your mind decide it's alright to be wrong sometimes Be free be free to get lost sometimes let the tide decide...
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Across The Fields At Dusk (12/02/2020)
Books of Blake (06/02/2020)
Tourist Trap (04/02/2020)
Lend Me Your Light (03/02/2020)
Don't Forget To Breathe (02/01/2020)
Small Victories (25/12/2019)
There Will Be Birds In The Morning (17/12/2019)
The Truth Is Sadness (16/12/2019)
Leave Yourself Behind (14/12/2019)
Hyde Park Winter Rink (13/12/2019)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/tom
Get A Room (10/12/2019)
Born To Muse (08/11/2019)
Anatomy of Longing (01/12/2018)
Cooling Towers (18/10/2017)
Can You Hear The People Sing? (22/02/2012)
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