You Know What You Have When You Have Nothing Left There is not a light There is nothing waiting there… Read more At The End Of The Tunnel
Tag: Writing poetry about life
Writing poetry about life
Hope Does Not Float In These Waters
Dead In The Water Hope; it starts everywhere; in the bushes of sudan, in the rubble of aleppo, in the… Read more Hope Does Not Float In These Waters
I Have Seen Enough of This World
I Have Seen Enough of This World Bring on the darkness I have seen enough of this world I will… Read more I Have Seen Enough of This World
The Mind Is Its Own Place
The Mind Is Its Own Place she speaks of dying a friend lost in her own mind a place I… Read more The Mind Is Its Own Place
The Magic Of Making Good Things
The Magic Of Making Good Things The workbench was old and dusty and worn, but there was magic in it.… Read more The Magic Of Making Good Things
Every Day I Love Life Less And Less
Every Day I Love Life Less And Less Perhaps it’s just an age thing, this lessening and lessening of feeling.… Read more Every Day I Love Life Less And Less
The Crushing Weight Of Night
in the blue black night
under the weight of darkness
a soul can be crushed
The Fragility Of Life
The Fragility Of Life living or dying the fragility of life so easily lost
All I Need Is A Million
All I Need Is A Million I don’t need too much just enough to get things done a little million
What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones
What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones when all this is over when you are all done what will there… Read more What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones
It All Keeps On Coming
It All Keeps On Coming driving on the motorway the setting sun blinding this son setting out on the road… Read more It All Keeps On Coming
I Have A Strong Sense Of Desperation
I Have A Strong Sense Of Desperation [Warning: this poem contains swearing. Enjoy.] The sun rises. Cold and windless, the… Read more I Have A Strong Sense Of Desperation
These Roads Run Like Rivers
These Roads Run Like Rivers In the dark winter night, under thick tilted rain, these slick black roads run like… Read more These Roads Run Like Rivers
Life In The Time Of Covid
Life In The Time Of Covid each day like the last nothing ever different life in COVID time
The Sound Of Slowly Falling
The Sound Of Slowly Falling night-time in the house alone listening to settlement to the sound of everything slowly falling… Read more The Sound Of Slowly Falling
Was It A Good And Happy Life?
if it was today
if this was the last
what would you say
if someone asked
was it a good and happy life
Some Days Are Evil
Some Days Are Evil some days are evil with nothing good in your life hate comes easily
When You Should Have Said Yes
Too soon, you come to it.
The realisation that, at some point,
you should have said yes
instead of no.
I Am Such A Solitary Man
This much I have learned of me.
I am such a solitary man,
and always have been.
The Abandoned Homes
The Abandoned Homes The lawns are untidy, leaf-littered, bits of toys and garden tools scattered all around. The ground is… Read more The Abandoned Homes
Writing Poetry
Writing Poetry writing a poem writing poems poems about life love poems poems about nature writing poetry of any kind… Read more Writing Poetry
A Christmas Carol
A Christmas Carol Christmas begins in summer. Carol sees the first signs, the cards and wrap and tat that appear… Read more A Christmas Carol
Suffer Little Children
Suffer Little Children What is in their minds? As they kill their own children, what are they thinking? Arthur Labinjo-Hughes:… Read more Suffer Little Children
Writing And Anything
Writing And Anything Writing is easy Writing and anything else Is impossible
The Work Of Writing
The Work Of Writing great clouds on dark skies rolling and tumbling and red always beautiful something to enjoy before… Read more The Work Of Writing
Writing Me Up 