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[six line poem]

As I awake,
and see it’s day,
my dreams of you vanish fast.
But as I see,
you sleeping next to me
I know my dreams will last.

[seren]

Seren is the student newspaper for Bangor University
and there is a part of called ‘Creative Corner’ where
you are able to submit photographs, writing etc for
print.

Well I submitted a poem and two photographs and
they both got included which was pretty awesome.
What was great about it was that I finally did something
with my poems [due the encouragement of
yourownpersonalmonster, possibly one of the longest
standing readers of this blog] and I knocked it
off my to-do list. Which as it transpired it was never
on the list to begin with.

I have received compliments about the photos
and the poems which is always nice. I have
included it in this post as a PDF file so you can
just download it. If you go to Page 20 you will see
a photograph of some bikes in black and white
[that’s mine] and on Page 21 I have the poem[s]
as well as a photograph I took in a bookstore
[also mine].

I was thinking of submitting again. We’ll see what
they think of these and whether they feel they are
worth printing.

Hope you enjoy 🙂

Seren April 2010

[normal service will resume shortly]

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Can thouest know, what thou hath never thought,
This writers pen comes to a nought.
Of thoughts and pages thy pencil once did strike,
I write but nonsense and none of life.

[ode to my spider plant]

My spider plant lives
Not been watered in some time
Much stronger than I

[standing]

I’ve got all that I want
No need to complain
As you can see, I’ve made it.

But as I stand,
With the world at my feet
I wish I was loved by something.

[the thought is the same but the language is lost]

I text you whilst drunk
My thoughts and feelings are out
Finally you know

[green]

my phone rings, lights up,
the screen shows me your name
I smile, then say hi

[another love haiku]

Sitting with my book
Waiting at the train station
I look up, your there

[your standard love poem]

As the sun pierces my eyes
Devoiding me of sleep
As I awaken, I see
The only thing I’ll ever need

As you lay there
So restful and so serene
I lay back and wonder
How lucky I have been

[rosey cheeks]


Nothing can stop this

It can merely suprise us

Soft kissed cheek blushes

[short haiku]

Walking through the fields
My fingers gently brush past
I felt you with me

[moments of happiness] [not finished]

I’ve drifted off in your arms
Many a time
The safety and warmth
Knowing that these arms are mine

Your head inside books
To help with your art
My restfull head laying
Inches from your heart

[not sure how to finish this so
I’m just gonna leave it]

[it’s hope, the endurance of faith]

[Everything I said was true,
Except about how I felt for you,
Because that gets stronger everyday.]

[Love for me can be a lie,
But I know that ours will never die,
And that’s all I have to say.]

[So from here on in I’ll tell the truth,
That being the least I owe to you,
My love, the one who stays,
But always knowing you’ll leave someday]

[drinking and waking up alone]

With my hands in my pockets,
And my heart on the floor.
My brain five miles behind,
Feeding me words,
That lack value anymore.

My love is astoundingly generic,
or so I believed this is what she said.
With nothing new to add to the
mix, I drink till my liver feels dead.

As I awake the next morning,
not sure how I got home.
With yesterdays words and memories returning,
I remember that I am now alone.

[notes from my mobile phone]

Shape
Thought
Colour
Design
Process

[this is art to me]

Don’t dream it, be it

Buses seem to take forever,
to get me from where
I am, to you

I’ve wasted every helium balloon
I was given, by not having something
witty to say

Today I saw a wasp and for a
few beautiful seconds I mistook
it for a butterfly

A little advice my friend, take
time to listen

the d[evil] and g[o]od are
raging inside me

to know the value of
straws

someone could come here,
and ask for my love,
I’d most likely give it to them
straight away,
because I’ve given up

your heart shines to me like a
glow in the dark star when
all the lights go out

sadly, the only thing that I find
truly disappointing about life
is that when those big moments
in life do pop up, there is a
distinct lack of background music

do we sometimes love the
people we hate?

as people [from a young age] we
are taught not to settle, that the
thing we really want is just around
the corner

life doesn’t work that way

you ask my name,
but you’re not to blame,
if I was you,
looking at me,
I’d probably do the same

there are two types of tourist,
those who check maps and
those who just hold them

on the bus back from Oslo we
were chasing the sunset


Let me explain;

recently my mobile phone
broke and it needed replacing
and my phone company [Virgin
Mobile if you were wondering]
said they would replace it free
of charge. I was happy.

But it did alert me to one
problem, you see I got into
the habit of writing notes on
my phone when a notepad wasn’t
handy to me.

So I spent 45min copying them
all into my notepad, which,
with a broken phone, is annoying.

So here they are, most of them
anyways, some notes stay in the
notepad, thing is [and you will
have found this], the notes
probably wont make too much sense.

If you want any explained,
comment the blog and I’ll
explain. Laters x