Don't Drink And Drive (Poetry)

The memory of you…
It’s playing on mind, 
Such a beautiful personality,
Boys like you are hard to find- 
My plea is that you come back,
Even if it’s just to say good bye;
I still can’t come to terms with, 
Why it was you who had to die.

Abandoned on this world, 
With nowhere else to hide- 
Only memory and emotion left, 
Remembering the day you died. 
I lied there on the pavement, 
I heard the policeman say, 
The man in the other car was drunk-
You shouldn’t have had to pay.

Someone should have told him, 
Not to drink and drive;
If only he had used his sense, 
You could be still alive-
This is the end for me, 
I’m about to die, 
I want to hold you one more time;
I love you and good-bye.

-- Ok... so the idea is that she commits suicide at the end because a drunk man killed her boyfriend/husband in a car crash. Comment please. --

My Depression

I hear the whispers,

Hatred, sadness, peace and love,
No emotion,
No life,
Nothing.

See the darkness,
Feel the shadows,
Taste the longing
And the craving
To love.

I cannot love,
For I cannot hug-
Touch,
Caress.

Story of my life... I have a difficulty having any form of physical contact because I hate pressure on my arms, ribs and stomach. I detest hugs - they mean nothing to me and I always feel more uncomfortable afterwards. It's awkward - I wrote this is less than 5 minutes when I was feeling down... so it's not brilliant. But still, thanks for reading ! :)

Tree

Standing proud,
Standing tall,
Standing in a soft brown cushion-
Waving blissfully
To the passersby...
Reaching up to stroke the moon,
Emerald dishes thrown,
Emerald buds form...
Echoes and whispering,
Worshipping the surrounds-
Supportive hugs to the morning choir singers
Who sing of the morning,
Rest
And then take flight...
The gentle caress of the morning breeze.


So this is my newest poem "Tree" --- it's a bit more poem-ish if you know what I mean ! :) Haha, it's very... distant and secretive. Almost confusing, well, or not - so comment on it please !

Hedgehogs (Haiku)

The shuffling paws,
Defensive prickles of fear
Forcing me to flee.

Comment on my haiku - Hedgehogs ... I hope you like it, the second line is my favourite! =D

The Two-Faced Tattoo

The cryptic patterns,
Etwining the skin to the arts-
As if a person
Could be so attached
To inflict pain
Upon themselves...
For something which will be there forevermore...
But more in the soul than in the mind, it is contained.

Swirling colours;
The magic pen dances across
Soft peach flesh-
Piercing and injecting
The ink which will create
Unique and intricaticy combined,
Put your trust in the artist,
Embrace the tranquility of independance.

   ~   I entitled this 'Two-Faced Tattoos' because it is the mixed opinions and controversy surrounding tattoos - I suppose it's also part of my feelings because I am not sure about tattoos whereas they are an expression and also a bit... I don't know - different?

Poppy Field - A Memory To The Wars And History

The gentle red,
Echoes of spirit and rage
Dance upon the petals-
Allow yourself,
To be lost among
The souls of those;
Lost long ago
In the Poppy Field.

So that's Poppy Field - the war memorial poem. I hope you like it... comment on it please - I need critism to IMPROVE ! :) :) :) Thanks guys!

Little Pond (Haiku)

Another Haiku - This is called 'Little Pond'.

The shining water,
Little fish break the surface
As the green weed grows.

Please comment on it - before you do this is a HAIKU, it is meant to be short !!! :) Thanks

Personal Opinion

Surely there is no perfection
But hatred is like an infection -
Clogging up the blood,
Messing with the brain;
It’s driving me insane,
I wish people could:
    Befriend...
        Not pretend


Ok, so find all the rhymes and sort-of-rhymes in here...
Got them?
Yeah, lines 1 and 2 rhyme, so do 3 and 6, 4 and 5 rhyme - and obviously so do lines 7 and 8. Please comment on this - thanks.

Shadows (Haiku)

Haiku's, for those who don't know, consist of 17 syllables (well, most of the time anyway) - they are Japanese and are usually set out in the style of 5 syllables to the first line, 7 syllables in the middle line and 5 again in the last. This is not always the case - but it is how I have chosen to present mine. I hope you enjoy my haiku ~ Shadows:

Rejected by light,
Overrun by the blackness,
Fearing the daylight.

Comment Please!

River

The river’s like a flowing gown,
Travelling around the town,
Breath of the wind and voice of fear,
The river, the river, the river’s here.


Trees worship it with outstretched arms,
There is not a creature that it harms-
Flowing like a wavy tail,
The shimmering blue water veil.


Gentle splashes all around,
Ripples avoiding the dry ground-
Veering left and swaying right,
The glistening sun makes the river bright.

When you cannot sleep at night,

Look out on the river bright,
River's beautiful tranquillity
Cause's dreams of unreality.


This is River - my long lost poem. I wrote the first two verses back in 2007 for a competition which I managed to win and therefore got my poem published in a book. Sadly, I lost the last verse of the poem and had to write a new one, I also added an extra one when I discovered some new ideas in the depths of my mind. I bet it is no where near as good as the original I wrote but I am glad I remembered the first two verses. Comment please!

Summer Days

The summer breeze
Rustling the trees,
The lullaby as birds flap their wings.

The golden sun,
Excitement and laughter-
Tranquil and glittering,
Warm sand marks the horizon.

Ocean roaring,
Spirit soaring;
Orange light,
Awake all night
Stars shine bright.

This is my shortest poem ever - Summer Days, which is about what I can see when I sit on the beach at the coast.
All comments apprieciated!

Ashleigh Lennox's Poem: Truth

If I told you I was scared
Would you hold my hand?
If I told you I was alone
Would you comfort me?
As the darkness looms in
I feel as though I’m about to be
Swallowed by the fear


It frightens me to see
Nothing at all
The darkness hides so many secrets
So many screams
So much pain
Yet it also hides truth
The truth of life
We live
We die
We fear
We love
We cry
We smile
Do we ever see things the way they are?


As I’m swallowed by the darkness
The truth dawns on me
Though our existence is short
Fear means nothing in the world
And my existence is just a small drop of water
 In the ocean of life


    Fear is fading


         And truth is dawning...

This poem was written by my good friend, Ashleigh Lennox, who is an excellent writer and is probably - as you read this - desperately trying to find a publisher for her books. She is relentless in trying to find someone interested in her books, so if you know anyone please comment so I can pass it on to her. Thanks!

Trapped In Words

My heart was fading away,
I was overpowered by a spell,
My love of writing poetry
Was gone and I couldn't tell.
Lying in bed so restless-
Unwilling to end my sight,
Unwilling to give up poetry,
I was fighting off the night.

I started with a pad and pencil,
This was foolishly wrong;
There was a tool that could help me out-
My pen sung it's sweet song.
My text is ever slanted,
Words are playing on my mind,
It's like a cryptic puzzle;
I just can't leave it all behind.

The ink flows from my pen
Like the blood flows through my veins,
The truth comes from emotions,
More than lies within my brain;
You have to feel what you write-
And try to sense it all,
My fluency is unexplained,
Within my words - I fall.

Now I'm trapped in my own pen,
I'm spilling out my blood,
I can't explain such an addiction;
I doubt anyone ever could.
Before I wrote, I was unhappy,
Now I feel nothing like before
As I am complete with my hobby-
I don't need anything more.

This is my poem about being Trapped In Words - basically I wrote about me because I was totally lost in words, I didn't have a clue what to write - I struggled to think of a topic so I came to a decision that writing about being completely stuck might work, I had a go and here is the finished product ~ I quite like it actually which is strange as despite the fact I am proud of my work, I can say which ones better than others.
Comment me with details about what you liked, what could be changed etc.

What Is The True Meaning Of Life?

It’s a scary idea,
My thoughts are to linger-
The night is warm
But the day was cold,
The truth is a lie,
So let me consider...
Which path in life should I behold?
Don’t tell me left,
I’ll just choose right-
The truth is lie,
I’m certain.
Or am I?
See this funny thing,
Its called true-love
But does it really exist?


See, if you ask yourself questions,
In the depths and the shadows
Of what we believe is a brain;
You can find question impossible
Again and again.
If you understood my train of thought,
Your brain is truly flustered-
Through life,
Through death;
Through all that crap in between
Make sure you know what a friend is.


My guys,
And my girls,
Understand one thing,
From this bizarre poem
That I wrote when I really realised the most
That the truth of life
Is who stands beside you -
Whether that’s a friend,
A lover,
Or your best mate’s mother...
Stay close to the truth
Not the lies.

Well this is a trully bizarre poem - even though I wrote it - but I think it's strangely real in some sense as to what it meant and it's truth what I tried to put across: I wrote this when I realised what my life meant to me. All my friends, and my family and all you other lot who have somehow played a part in my life - I dedicate this to you!