He took from his brother, a tiny train, because his coveted it
He took from his girlfriend, her innocence, uncontrolled lust
FOWC: Repercussions
Category: Poems
Hope
Envisioned by those few holding their souls open
In a World where omnipresent fear’s breeding closed minds.
Life
We can rail at life
And bemoan our fate
Or we can watch the sun rise
And be happy that it did.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in constant pain, to feel as though you are trapped in a never-ending storm, but I read Wendi’s incredible poem and it gave me an insight…….
via the storm
When I Was Young: Published
Those lovely folk over at Spillwords have very kindly published another one of my poems today and I can’t thank them enough! If you’re a poet or a writer of short stories don’t be afraid to submit your work to them as they’re a great bunch of people and they won’t bite ;O) Anyway, if you get a couple of minutes I hope that you’ll wander over there and read it.
To Be A Child
I cannot be seen if I cover my face
There are scary beasts hiding under my bed
I cannot fall down if my Daddy is holding me
The shadows in my room have horrid faces
Just a Poem
FOWC: Envy
Do You Dream?
When you slumber, free from reality
With limbs in gentle repose, breathing soft
The images come, unrestrained, welcome
Of days gone by or a longed for future
FOWC: Victim
Life transpires with hidden challenges
Unforeseen, frequently unwelcome
They test our fortitude, our courage
Our desire to take another step
