Tag Archive: Poems


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Your my pleasure
your my pain,
Your endless summer
refreshing rain,
Your my darkness
elernal light,
Your my daytime
and my night,
Your my heart
and your my soul,
For you I hunger
you own me whole,
I guess your in my life
sent from above,
For I have
eternal love….
.x.

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My heart always writes you into books,

books bound with my bones for spines

and inks made of blood.

Weaving enchantingly glorious technicolour

words across my skin.

And I always wondered if you knew?

Did you know my heart puts you

into every story, poem, thought.

Puts your name in every page

of the books written

across my skin.

My heart the artist

and you?

You it’s only love…

.x.

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(My thoughts…)

Right now it’s raining,

the thunder and lightning a passion in the sky.

The rain falling like icy sharp needles and it makes my skin come alive just watching it from the window.

My skin starts to itch and thrum,

I can never explain how rain makes me feel.

I mean really feel…

I open the back door and watch as my senses come alive.

The rain coming down so hard making splash pools in the puddles across the patio,

While the kaleidoscopic grays show the depth of passion in the sky…

Its not just my vision that feasts on nature’s delights,

the sounds of thunder grumbling and growling a music to my ears along with the symphony of rain.

My sense of smell awakened by the fresh earth and clean smell. That wet smell that only rain can bring…

Sounds silly I guess and to some it’s just rain, an annoying weather they don’t like.

But to me?

To me it’s so much more…

.x.

…Anchor…

Anchor

your voice is my anchor throughout the day,

Your voice in my mind

holds me together when it goes astray,

I hear it

when the feelings get to rough,

It calls my name

when being around people gets to tough,

Its there

when I’m on my own,

Showing me I’m

never truly alone,

There are times I’m

so lost in my storm in the dark,

But you your my candle

you cracked a little spark,

Your my anchor

in my storm,

Your my thread

when I’m torn,

You keep me on the ground

when darkness comes to play,

And you show me that no matter what

you won’t go away…

.x.

Lincoln Cathedral…

Pathway just a pathway

lots of people walking by,

Backstreets of the city

cathedral’s shadow in the sky,

The old and the young

walkright on past,

Happiness sadness

chuckles that last,

Different emotions

depicted on faces,

Strangers wander along

going to places,

Here I sit

in the calm,

Anxiety

not spiking an alarm,

Watching different emotions

depicted on faces,

All of these strangers

alone going places,

Can’t help but notice

how oblivious they are to,

Surrounded in sadness

by such a stunning view…

.x.

D.V.

Trigger warning ⚠️

Domestic violence.

The simplest touch
the softest word,
All those sweet nothings
the love that I heard,
Time it moved on
and I fell in love,
Thought you were the best
a gift from above,
As time it moved on I
lost friend after friend,
Til you were my start
and you were my end,
Then came the accusing
of every guy I saw,
And I never even realised
controlling more and more,
The first time you hit me
i felt such a disgrace,
So much mess and so much glass
blood all over the place,
You told me I was nothing
as you slammed closed that door,
And I laid dazed and hurt
amid the mess on the floor,
Time it moved on
those hands nearly every day,
And then after how much you loved me
in each and every way,
More time and we had children
they’re my lights I don’t regret,
Then that day with the axe
imprinted I can’t forget,
More years and that table
the spade car poker knife,
That night with the car between us
blood pouring begging for my life,
That was when I realised
that I had to leave,
You weren’t letting up
there was no reprieve,
Now for 2 years
we’re not together,
Although you still want
a me and you forever,
You say if you can’t have me
then no one else can,
And you repeat this often
but get it your not my man,
I am not weak
and you will not win….

This poem is inspired by someone else’s true life story. No… I am NOT tarring every man with the same brush and women are just as much likely to be the abuser, but because of the stigma attached to domestic violence against males? Its less likely to get reported. Abuse is abuse. I don’t care who you are. Don’t degrade another, everyone deserves love, safety, happiness and the simple necessities that give a good quality of life. Okay… even I have a couple of exceptions to that and I’m honest enough to admit them… If you’re a rapist or if you in any form hurt a child/children? You get what you get and hell would be too good of a blessing for you.

Soooo… don’t read this and bitch about the subject matter. I will write about every and any subject. Infact I think I might do a couple of writing posts to show that despite the fact I’m half the picnic short of a picnic and definitely have more than a few screws loose, I can write.

Writing to a song…

I wanted to tell you

that I’d searched stars to find your smile,

That I stopped at your words

and pondered for a while,

That for me the moon showered you

in truths and I fell deeper under your glow,

I felt passion roar as strong as the ocean

when you smiled and you know,

I know that you know

as you give me that cock grin,

And desire swirls inside me

overflowing from within,

And your sweet touch filling me

with electricity bursting through,

My body my mind lost

lost and found by you…

.x.

Written to the song…

Where ever you will go.

By

The Calling.

.x.

Holding it high

and breathing in,

Summer days

on sun tanned skin,

A hit of mint

freshest summer breeze,

A swirl of a memory

sung through the trees,

Strawberry Sweetness

glides across the tongue,

that burst of brightness

rolled up in sun,

Making light pink herbal tea

stewing in a cup,

A little summer garden in my infuser

drink up…

.x.

Wild grass…

Wild grass

in the breeze

wild grass

grown past knees,

White fluffy coluds

in a sky clearest blue,

Warm summer sun

warm you right through,

But my eyes aren’t on the sun

or the clouds or skies of blue,

They’re filled with visions that I can’t see

filled with thoughts of you,

As the wild grass

it does sway,

My mind it spins

those thoughts away,

Your voice your words

your promises your lies,

Velveteen lies

of us together,

Silken promises

of us together,

The heartbreak as

you walked out the door,

The brokenness

of us no more…

Ghosted…

And I kissed every step

your bare feet stepped up on,

The rail where

your hand laid thereupon,

I followed the ghost

of your scent down the hall,

Your my highest high

biggest downfall,

My very own drug

and I in a hopeless trance,

I’d steal stars from the sky

to light your way give me a chance,

You don’t notice

you don’t care,

I’m just a ghost

not even there…

.x.

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