13/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
I didn’t go looking for inner peace
Or anything like that
I didn’t really think I needed it
Because I was fine
I got through each day
Turned up for all my shifts at work
Did all that was required of me
But was that enough?
When I walked through the doors
To that tiny theatre space
I felt a sense of calm
As I took my back row seat
I was nestled in the corner
The outside world far away
Listening to the act on stage
Telling jokes about the absurdity of life
And as I sat in that small dark corner
I laughed and I cried as I laughed,
Happy tears and sad tears
That stained my cheeks as they ran
As the house lights came on
I wiped my cheeks dry
And gathered up my belongings
Preparing to face the world again
As I watched the crowd disperse
I realised they were completely unaware
Of the transformation that had befallen me
In that hour in the dark
I knew that when the walls closed in
And the world became too much
I could hide in that back corner
The let the dark wrap around me tight
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 21, 2021
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Do Not Cry
29/08/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Do not cry, my sweet,
I cannot stand your tears.
They sting like nettles overgrown
And cut a thousand times as deep.
I long to dry your eyes, my love,
But how do I stop the rain from falling?
There’s no magic in these hands
And my words can cast no spells.
If I could take away your pain, my dear,
Scrunch it up into a little ball
And throw it into the fiery pits of hell,
I would not hesitate at all.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do, my precious,
To ease your hurting heart,
To give it back it’s vigour
And return to you your soul.
Because with every tear you shed, my beloved,
When you lay your head on my shoulder
I feel your heart break afresh
And I know there’s nothing I can do.
Do not cry, my sweet,
I cannot stand your tears.
They sting like nettles overgrown
And cut a thousand times as deep.
I long to dry your eyes, my love,
But how do I stop the rain from falling?
There’s no magic in these hands
And my words can cast no spells.
If I could take away your pain, my dear,
Scrunch it up into a little ball
And throw it into the fiery pits of hell,
I would not hesitate at all.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do, my precious,
To ease your hurting heart,
To give it back it’s vigour
And return to you your soul.
Because with every tear you shed, my beloved,
When you lay your head on my shoulder
I feel your heart break afresh
And I know there’s nothing I can do.
Labels:
comfort,
Daily poetry,
heartbreak,
Love,
love poetry,
pain,
Poetry,
tears
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
The Joy of Sweaters
29/07/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
There is nothing better
Than snuggling up in a sweater
One size too big
That belonged to an ex
That forgot to take it with them
And feels like a warm hug
When you put the hot water bottle
Underneath it
But over your singlet,
And you have the trackpants on
That are way too long
But you can’t be bothered taking up
So they act like socks as well.
There is nothing better
Than snuggling up in a sweater
One size too big
That belonged to an ex
That forgot to take it with them
And feels like a warm hug
When you put the hot water bottle
Underneath it
But over your singlet,
And you have the trackpants on
That are way too long
But you can’t be bothered taking up
So they act like socks as well.
Labels:
comfort,
Daily poetry,
Joy,
love poetry,
Poetry,
sweaters
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