A tiny seed has been sown, A product of a night of passion. it slowly blooms and opens The knot begins. The passing of love and care from me to you begins instantly I’m rest assured as I know, cradled away from the world does my seedling surely grow. Then slowly does the knot between … Continue reading Poem: The Knot
So yesterday's task was to write a poem reflecting grief and loss. So, here's mine: As a toss the lilies on the earth And say goodbye to you, I think what what life is worth without you. The world seems silent without your laugh, the stars dimmer. A part of me went with you, My … Continue reading Writing: A Poem Reflecting Grief.
Question: Using the techniques of caesura, pathetic fallacy and imagery try to convey a person’s emotions. I’m in the race Of life, sprinting Questions tumble in my head My stomach filling with stones Of dread. Too many paths to go down With not enough light, Which way is wrong and will I … Continue reading Poetry: Race of life
The beeps of the stat machine are the beating heart. The nurses and doctors Keep the oxygen flowing So that when a crisis starts, We can keep on going. The smell of antiseptic Is the scent of sucsess and hope. Whilst the the warmth On the wards wraps You in a warm hug To keep … Continue reading NHS: Can we save it from distress?
| write to give escapism. When my pen flows it takes me on a journey, wether that be my character’s or a reflection on my self. The pen gives me power because sometimes I can't speak my fews clearly but with my pen I can rewrite it until it’s perfect. I write to change the … Continue reading Why I write
Write a response text using love language Our bodies arch and writhe together In a dance that only we know. Our moans of passion are A songs where we only Know the melody. You know every dip and Curve in my body, and love without fail. I could be ice cold and at your touch … Continue reading Poetry: Love Language
Instead of having fires of passion They have been replaced by fires of anger. Instead of you murmuring sweet things to me, they have been replaced with spite and bitterness. Instead of you being next to me, There is a vast space and it’s not just the stretch of a hand but, it is everything. … Continue reading Writing: Conflict poem