Oceans apart
Worlds away
Nineteen years
Gone astray
Angry words
Open pages
No concessions
Billigerent rages
Such venom
All sins
No quarter
Fear wins
Remember me?
Your friend?
Your ally?
No? Ok
Thank you
For showing
Me who
You are
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 12:39 AM UTC
I always loved the autumn
But in the autumn of my life
The falling leaves are painful
And the branches bare are rife
Nests are void and barren
The wind is cold and raw
The echo of birdsong a memory
Except for the raven’s caw
Golden hues that once gave comfort
Now seem dark and grey and dead
I hope that winter takes me
Or storms clear the way ahead
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
Why can’t I ever seem to write?
As well others do or might?
The wondrous imagery created
By skilful poets, leaves me deflated
Their similes and metaphors
Have me thinking ‘Of course! Of course!’
Why couldn’t I, (didn’t I) think of that?
My brain battery is running flat
Still, I enjoy every poem read
And on that thought, I’m off to bed.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Hope reigns
Injustice fades
Love remains
A brand new day
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 6:36 PM UTC
I can’t forgive what you did
It was your duty to protect
Yet you threw your innocent
To a wolf
I can’t forgive what you did
Yet I know
It is not the sum
Of who you are
I can’t forgive what you did
Even though my heart
Misses part of you
Your suffering is deserved
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC
This is a story
All about
How important it is
To let feelings out
It’s dangerous to hold them in
But where to start?
Where to begin?
There once was a girl
Who loved to write
All of the day
And all of the night
She’d pen observations
Her feelings and fears
Poetry, stories
Paper up to her ears
These thoughts weren’t for others
Just for herself
Her private emotions
For her own bookshelf
One day an invader
Snuck in to read
Her private thoughts
What a ***** deed?!
When the girl discovered
Her privacy breached
She vowed never again
To put herself on a sheet
She’d hold things inside
Keep them in her own brain
Where no one could read them
See her joy or her pain
She promised herself
She’d take time to reflect
Not writing stuff down
Wouldn’t have an effect...
But slowly she found
She had less and less time
To acknowledge her thoughts
To stop, think and refine
Her ideas became jumbled
Squished inside of her head
With no way to release them
She was confused instead
Life became busy
And years passed real quick
Sadness overcame her
And she became sick
Then a teacher encouraged
Her to write feelings down
Remembering she once did
Brought on a frown
But she built up the courage
And decided to try
Her teacher promised
No one would pry
Slowly she began
To write things again
And feeling flowed
From the end of her pen
Her mood was lifted
A sentence at a time
It felt tremendous
Wonderful, sublime!
She promised herself
Right there and then
Never would she stop
Using paper and pen
To let out her feelings
It was her release
The way to maintain
Her inner peace
So, the moral is
For your own health
Whatever YOUR outlet
Express yourself!
By Amber Heaney 2021 ©
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 3:14 AM UTC
Side by side
Yet miles apart
Misunderstanding
A broken heart
One tired, One awake
One oblivious to
The other’s hurt feelings
Their point of view
When the sun rises
Both will pretend
Nothing has happened
Nothing to mend
This way a small rip
Can become a large tear
If no party takes
The time to repair
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 10:17 AM UTC
I found
Your picture
And it
Didn’t hurt
To look
At first
Then I
Longed for
The stabbing
Pain in
My heart
Almost
As much
As I
Long for
You
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
Life is a ditch, in which we sit
Digging, digging
Trying to find a way out
Searching, searching
Until we find the light
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
Facing the monster
I jumped into the abyss
Falling was freedom
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC