Hemel Hempstead    1964 -    
Poet and short story writer. My short stories are mainly horror.
I was attacked in 1997 and my left leg badly burnt which led me to begin writing poetry as a means of therapeutic healing.
I also have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I am the last person who admits if I am any good, I just write and to me it is the readers who enjoy what I do that make it worth while.
Thank you for all those who come to read my efforts and with so many excellent poets here it makes it all worth while.

Chris

I have also been experimenting with YouTube from 2014. I have a handful of poems on there. Most Popular seems to be Goldfish Dreams (Chris Smith is the name on there but search for Goldfish Dreams and I'm easier to find).

www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.

I am also on Twitter as welshpoetcs and on Tumblr as Darkpoetsoul.

I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.
I also use www.apolloblessed.ning.com.

If you would like a collaboration poem I'm quite happy.
Poet and short story writer. My short stories are mainly horror.
I was attacked in 1997 and my left leg badly burnt which led me to begin writing poetry as a means of therapeutic healing.
I also have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I am the last person who admits if I am any good, I just write and to me it is the readers who enjoy what I do that make it worth while.
Thank you for all those who come to read my efforts and with so many excellent poets here it makes it all worth while.

Chris

I have also been experimenting with YouTube from 2014. I have a handful of poems on there. Most Popular seems to be Goldfish Dreams (Chris Smith is the name on there but search for Goldfish Dreams and I'm easier to find).

www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.

I am also on Twitter as welshpoetcs and on Tumblr as Darkpoetsoul.

I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.
I also use www.apolloblessed.ning.com.

If you would like a collaboration poem I'm quite happy.

I saw the diamond birds
Flying in the midnight clouds
Before falling into crystal seas
Swallowed up by demon waters

But it's all just pretending
Of having to face reality
Standing alone with insecurity
Slapped in the face by indecision

I'm begging you, I'm on my knees
My lady, don't take your love away

Once again the dragons came
Breathing fire across distant lands
Looking for somewhere to belong
A creature that time long forgot

It's just another metaphor of me
Once again I'm lost in myself
A broken mirror image, cracked
I'm nothing if I'm without you

I'm begging you, I'm on my knees
My lady, don't take your love away

Copyright © Chris Smith 2013
www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.
  6 days ago  Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Leah Barton
Leah Barton
6 days ago

I came to find you rested
Upon some fabled shore
My ballerina toes gracing
Your ivory piano keys
Can I dance your melody
Without messing up once?

The wind slowly encased
Our bodies with sand
Forever entwined
But still cursed
To die together
I'd rather live without you

One day after eons have past
We will be resurrected
By archeologists
Who will think we are deities
And they shall compare us
To the ghosts of Pompeii

I wonder now if I should have come
To meet you on the beach that day
But something inside of me knew
That before I even walked towards you
Before I even spoke your name
That you'd ruin me
And I came
Anyway

#love   #death   #loss   #pompeii   #ghosts  

In sign o' the times
Was when doves cried
As the purple rain fell

Copyright © Chris Smith 2016
#prince   #rip  

Unseasonably warm at the top of the wood
An azure sky on this Spring day
The lush Lancashire hills vie for attention
Amid the mighty oaks barring their way

An estate of detached houses across a busy road
Where once stood a reservoir to slake folk's thirst
The gated community now perched on this hill
The pampered haves putting themselves first

Audis and 4x4s driven by suits and dealers
They own the roads in their own corrupt mind
Selfish, arrogant, narcissistic and soul-less
This beautiful view wasted on their kind

Bay horses graze in the middle distance
The sun on their backs, noses in grass
A deep breath taken while savouring this moment
This view expressed from the working class

Another walk on another beautiful spring day in Northwest England

Once upon a time
There was a princess
Who lived all alone
Lost inside her heart

The years went past
She never grew old
Always looking for love
But it never came

Looking for a prince
To take her away
But she keep waiting
Waiting and waiting forever

She never saw him
The poor farmers son
Her watched her window
He worshipped her beauty

Everyday soldiers beat him
But still he'd come
Just to watch her
Until he grew old

She never saw him
Even when he died
Head in the clouds
She never looked below

Copyright © Chris Smith 2014

Don't think to control me
I dare you, think again
You want a gentle lover?
I'm sorry, I am the fury

Never attempt to tame me
Because my flames will burn
I'll strip away at your soul
Careful for what you yearn

I'm no gentleman from books
This beast will tear you apart
This lust can never be stopped
Because it will take you, hard

If you're looking for sweet love
I apologise, that's not what I give
For my punishment will be harsh
I'll give you a lesson, on how to live

Don't think to control me
I dare you, think again
You want a gentle lover?
I'm sorry, I am the fury

Copyright © Chris Smith 2015

i tried to stay true to the unity
tuned to every opportunity
i found my ruins in the mutiny
loose stone of the community

such a crude and brutal fluency
the futile fruits of lunacy
the pulled roots of my truancy
grew away from my community

I am submitting this in a poetry contest. The theme must be "community". Ten prizes of 500 dollars. Somehow, I just don't think I will win. Lol.
 
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