I wrote this a while back, I have recently had some positive feedback from it. Enjoy!
Before the sun had raised his head I was up and out of my winter bed. Shoes laced and treading fast, my frightful time a distant past. The sun now blazes my soul alive, with burning fire this man does strive, For today is no longer yesterday it would seem, a new chance is born, … Continue reading Returned
I feel nothing as nothing has ever felt and feels, Nothing as in what lies between the land and the sky, Not a flicker of flickering flaming light, Nor wanting care, pass these rolled eyes that do stare, Upward, and always marble black. Empty as a cup that is all but sipped and supped … Continue reading Numb
I feel I am dead, as dead as a nail, All hammered and coffin All bent and rust. Buried back down deep beneath the cold And frozen black dust. And yet I still breathe, a tired man’s breath, Albeit a sigh, a solemn draw, While I hammer at the window While I wrap at … Continue reading Dead As A Nail
This is one of the first poems I wrote on here. I was in a particularly bad place at the time.
All quiet now against the roaring crowd, Head down through the taunts and cheers. Focus is what grips Not nerves Nor fears. A numb feeling of purpose and pride, All doubt is cast, all cares aside. It is now when the sprinting red eyed mornings will show their worth, Pounding those weary feet, Against the … Continue reading The Ring Walk
Drifting we do from early bud, to all but ash and ground Happiness is a lonely whisper, Amongst this bustling crowd. Snap of fingers echo’s, from a hindsight setting hand, Dreams sit behind the cusp of yesterday’s forgotten, More lay waiting, beyond tomorrows remembered land. Moments of content are few, as flakes in the autumn snow, … Continue reading Lonely Whisper
Soon now back the clocks will creek their light away, Tired arms of two, only one will backwards sway, Stolen will be one hours, one hours of lightened day. Time takes a giant step back, lowers the sun, tilts it`s blinding seasons cap. Blinded now the sun sits always low to curse the driving eyes, No … Continue reading Early Curtain Hill
I see the days of shorter light cupping the orange of blanket noon, Across the humming hills of yesterday, And the trees of the acorn dune. The crackled flame flickered a phoenix, A phoenix of blooming ruby glows, Ash bowed out the summer, as autumn winged and rose. A change is carried now … Continue reading Autumn (a short poem)
This was one of the first poems I wrote. Made some slight changes here and there.