Category: Poems….


A writing exercise…

I dont know if anyone does this but I often do… set your play list to random or just listen to the radio and pick up a pen, listen to the song and let both the song and your emotions dictate the words. Always ends up a small poem because you have to finish when the song finishes.

Anyway…

Song: Need You Now By Lady Antebellum.

The song plays

and I’m breaking,

The song plays

and I’m shaking,

This depth of sorrow

consuming me,

Need you so bad

try to break free,

I need you

right here right now,

Don’t care ’bout nothing else

and I don’t care how,

I miss you I miss you

I’m caving,

Can’t stay strong giving in

I’m craving,

This damn song plays

and I’m breaking,

Thoughts consumed by you

and I’m shaking…

.x.

Bird just a bird sitting on the concrete

tell me why do you look at the sky?

Oh tell me little birdie

on broken wing can’t you fly?

Scamper around in the grit and the dirt

why do you walk in the gutter?

Show me birdie where is your song

please tell me why do you stutter?

And you look my way

with remorseful eye,

Then tilt your sweet head

to the crystal clear sky,

Come on little birdie

have faith i do say,

Have courage little birdie

your wings are ok,

And you expand your chest

and stretch out your wings,

You fly into the sky

your melodious voice sings,

And with a smile

I turn from the mirror…

.x.

I fell in love

I gave you my heart,

You had your agenda

right from the start,

I handed you

such an intricate knife,

And then stupidly trustingly

gave you my life,

And you eloquently carved

across barest skin,

You fuelled my desires

fires raged from within,

Carving intricacies and fables

delectably soft,

I adored and I worshipped

held you revered aloft,

Carving and weaving stripping layers

lay me bare,

Carve my bones

till not there,

Just a ghost standing in the shadows

an echo a toy,

Took a long time to realise

not a man just a boy,

And yet I’ve loved you

right from the start,

And nievely trustingly

gave you my heart…

.x.

Tired angel

with broken wings,

Fluttering heart

soft song sings,

Pick yourself up

from dusty floor,

You were made

for so much more,

Although your softly wings

of black,

Hang broken and ragged

around your shoulders and back,

You hold tendrils of softness

in the dark gray,

Bringing a warmth

as you go on your way,

Smile little angel

smile your warmth today,

For you bring brightness

to somebodies day,

And without you in it?

their world would be gray,

You’re worth so much more than you know…

.x.

A memory just memory

a memory of times gone by,

Trying to be the strong one

can’t you see how much I cry,

I go to bed with an empty ache

this ripping at my heart,

Why are you so set on shredding me

you’re slowly tearing me apart,

I’m only human I bleed

only human I break,

Just how much more

till its too much to take…

.x.

Some books inspire…

Fingers cascade on

fiery skin,

Pleasure burns

from deep within,

Soft gasp passions soar

higher higher,

Senses heightened

slow burn spread fire,

Lips leave trails

telling wondrous tales,

Fingers touching

lust explode,

Closer together

movements slowed,

An intimate moment

captured in the dark,

As he lights her up

his fiery spark…

.x.

Picture found at…

https://images.app.goo.gl/geVMVF2V2AYk8xMi8

Inspired by the book “Taming the Dragon” by Emma Mountford.

Amazing book!

And written to the song “Tennessee Whisky” by Chris Stapleton.

When it all comes

crashing down,

When darkness

is all that’s found,

I still have hope

still believe,

There’s gotta be something more

grant me a reprieve,

Because I’m here

still breathing,

I feel the vibes

they’re seething,

But I’m not

Letting go,

One foot in front of the other

my stubbornness on show,

I have hope…

I want to be your favourite seat

all comfy soft and warm,

I want to be your favourite shirt

wouldn’t care if I got torn,

I want to be your pillow

where you rest your weary head,

Your blanket soft and warm

to snuggle you in bed,

I want to be your cigarette

against those gorgeous lips,

Or let me be your belt

wrapped around your hips,

I want to be those simple things

that you use throughout the day,

Those insignificant normal things

you don’t notice as you go about your way,

I want to be every little thing

that to your face a smile bring,

I want to be your happiness I love you

so much my King…x.

.x.

~….I Long….~

I long to hold you in the afternoon
as you go about your day,

A precious few moments of silence
as you go about your day,

I long to hold you in the evening
the tv playing along,

And its only you I’d notice
as some actor sings some song,

I long to hold you at midnight
when there’s silence and no sound,

With only my heart beating fast
as thats what happens when you’re around,

To hold you close in the darkness
way past the setting Sun,

You’re the missing piece that makes me whole
i’m a zero but you make me one….x.

~….Crimson River….~

As blood runs down the staircase

echoed wisps of decay,

The night is eerily calm

not how it was that day,

Drip drop drip

the crimson gold,

Follow the trail

a story unfold,

Floorboards creak

from heating pipes,

That keep the blood warm

on these cold nights,

River of red

along corridor,

Slowly oozing

from under the door,

Ghosting through

the solid wall,

You expected to see?

not this at all,

Lips the tinge

of deaths kiss blue,

Eyes of glass

do not see you,

Such beauty in

her deathly grace,

A masterpiece amid

torn velvet and lace,

She lays like

A work of art,

Her hands they hold

her delicate heart,

Across the floor

the crimson gold,

So eloquent in death

yet horrors unfold,

The torn drapes

around her bed,

The broken vase and night light

smashed windows ahead,

A tornado happened

inside of this room,

Plundering it of light

leaving nothing but gloom,

Deaths softly kiss

such beauty and grace,

A crimson river

from splendour and lace,

A delicate heart

cut from her breast,

And in her fragile hands laid

in eternal rest…

.x.

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