Category Archives: Poetry

Lady

Sterling silver strands lay tucked away sleeping on the scalp. Lady sits and sews staring out onto the path, where footprints cease to exist. Lady loathed loneliness yet refuses to forget. Longing. Tired tears try their best to climb out, kept in by warm thoughts, smile and false hope. Lady sits at windowsill and sews.

Not Ready

Locked down, In this two bedroom flat. Where Central Heating is non-existant. Make do by wearing extra layers. Caged within this drowning Mental torture with forced hard labour. The responsibility which does not belong to her. Kid refuses to eat. Instead the little brat decides to throw it out off the balcony “WHAT THE FUCK

Unfortunate

Stop! Before you place your hands on her thighs Pause. Take a deep look into her eyes Behind into that mind, filled with deceit and lies And realise why you should despise Her. He cries. Pause. You wonder, Wondering why it does not feel the same Why she doesn’t moan the way she did, Why

The Photographer

He snaps and captures Moments which he cannot sell They are too priceless to him to Even share. They live on his wall. The shutter clicks and another Moment is taken. Freezeframe. Rotate. All the exposures are finished. He is proud of his work today. Rolling out that 35mm film Developing them is a loving

Not Here, No More

I am not here no more. Walking through these streets once more Hearing those melacholy echoes.This town is no more Than just lifeless and, Dead. No more Children playing, no more Local people talking. The hatred has slipped away. Slipped away like all the others. As he stands on that bridge With that gentle breeze

Shevline Blake

I remember the day you begged me to go to your party.I pleaded my parents for you, They let me go, we had so much fun, but all of us did not know That this would’ve have been the last ever moments with you. The other kids used to call you fat We knew you

To Moe

I would like to dedicate a poem to you, Moe. But I can’t. Because no words can describe what you are, and like what you always say: “No words do you justice” So I, Have come up with something GENIUS! Ready? Amazing, ambitious, aspiring, ace, admirable, accomplished, awesomely-awesomely-awesome…I really could go on all day, But

A Fangirl’s Admiration

Smiling is all you make me do when I think of your unique charm which exists within. His name is Josip. stylish, sweet, sexy Swede. he is the personification of love in my mind. never ever let your sun stop shining. another nostalgic dream God, how much I adore you and the fact that you’re

Never Forget

Night sky filled with stars Illuminated sandy pathways Accompanied by the constant sound Of mosquitoes, crickets and grasshoppers, chirping chirping away.Leaves of the trees Swept past rough cracked concrete skin Treaded sticks, stones, twigs, undergrowth Crawling slowly in our green apparels. “Go go go!” Napalm, sizzled their skin crisp. Grenades, forced joints to become disfigured

I Love London

I, love, London. Why? Every street, every corner, Every alleyway, every road, Has a story, whether it needs to be told, to be unfolded, slowly. Behind every face, there is an epic tale that needs to be, unfolded, slowly. These people, That walk along our streets Are what makes London, London. The buzz, the life,